Khris' Poetry

I have read a lot of blogs in the past month. I mean a lot! This is a whole new world to me that I never knew existed before now. What is a feed reader now? ;) For the most part, I am impressed with how well they are written. The others? That's a whole different post. I am genuinely impressed with how heartfelt you all are. Some things have been shared that have really stirred my heart, my thoughts, my very being. Since most of the readers of this will be other bloggers, I wanted to let you all know that I respect what I have read so far, and if I have commented on another person's blog, it was from my heart. Now that's the end of the serious stuff. If everyone is ready, let's have a little fun.

I have come across blogs on life, cooking, travel, philosophy, etc., etc. The blogs that I have the most difficult time understanding are the blogs on poetry. I guess I always thought that I could write poetry. In the fifth grade we were required to create a limerick. The one that I made up went like this:

There once was a guy named Slim
That wasn't very trim.
He wanted to try it,
so he went on a diet.
And that was the end of him.

Pretty cute for a fifth grader huh? The fame of that one carried me all the way through middle school. :) By the time I got to the tenth grade, I decided to come out of retirement. A friend of mine and I came up with a poem that was supposed to be the base of a song. It went like this:

When I die, bury me deep.
Put a jar of honey at my feet.
Put a big hot biscuit in my hand,
And I'll sop my way to Glory Land.

That one, took me all the way to graduation. :) I later found out that this was a rewrite of a traditional minstrel tune. This friend and I rewrote the theme from the "Beverly Hillbillies", but since this is a clean blog, and I am a Christian now, I must refrain from sharing it. After this, I retired for good except for the occasional songwriting attempts. I won't torture you with those. Needless to say, I really don't have the skill it takes to write poetry. My thought processes just don't run that deep. I truly do admire those that can do it, and I don't mean to offend those that write it. I'm just havin' a little fun. :)

I just wish that I had paid a little more attention in English class. However, I would always end up in the class with the pretty girls. If I had it to do over again, I would....definitely pay more attention to the pretty girls! :)

To blog or not to blog.

I have only been doing this blog since the beginning of this month. If any of you have read the things that I have talked about, it is clear that I am not a writer. Never claimed to be and have no delusions or aspirations of becoming a writer. What this started out to be was a forum to share funny stories, things on my mind, things from my past. I'm not really all that funny, but I do have a lot of things on my mind. I hesitate to call this my online journal, but sometimes it will become just that. Sometimes it may be used to help someone. I hope so. I suppose all of us have those things that are so dark, hurtful, or shameful that we would just as soon forget. The next thing that I will be writing about is particularly painful to me. I will tell you though, releasing those things can be a very liberating thing to do. While it airs your dirty laundry, it has the potential to set your spirit free. No dirty laundry today folks. :) Check back though, it will probably be here.