Why do we blog…


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I was checking my emails this morning as I usually do before embarking on any major (or several minor) tasks that I had lined up for the day. Sometimes, it may be things that I have planned like a particular piece of work around the ponds and garden where I can get out under the very hot Texas sun and sweat a lot. It may even be a walk at one of the Parks although, lately it has been way too hot to enjoy that activity. More recently with the hundred degree heat, it has been to settle myself down in front of my computer and see if I can coax a story or a verse out of my old and feeble mind. Well maybe not so feeble but definitely getting old and forgetful.

Back to the emails which are now somewhat under control after I made the decision to take the “Like” button off of the blogs that I post. The number of blogging friends has dropped considerably as I guess, I am being removed from other people’s lists as I no longer receive the amount of mail that I did before or the number of blogs from other bloggers who before, had graciously pushed the “Like”button. This was something that I expected and I do miss having my ego stroked with all of those “Likes” . Still, can’t have it both ways and I do have a lot of other things on which to spend my time.

This brings me to my current thought of the moment and that is, “Why do we blog”? What compels us to sit down in front of our computers and pour out our heart and souls for others to read. What is it that prompts our particular brains to write about the things that interest us. Better yet, why do we think that other people are interested in reading the stuff that we type out with such regularity. Is it human nature to be that interested that we not only take the time to write about our given subjects but also to spend time reading the same or at least similar stuff from other bloggers?

We are such a diverse bunch and our interests range from the mundane to the ridiculous. Many of you are very articulate and write very interesting stuff that is a pleasure to read or you take wonderful pictures and share them for the world to see. Others try to heal the world of the ongoing bombardment that humanity is subjecting it to on a daily basis. Yet others, me included, share their daily routines and try to turn them into stories of interest. All of us have something to share but why do we want to share it? What drives us?

Years ago, before the advent of computers and modern technology, the only means of communication other than to speak was to write it down with the use of a pen and paper. Perfect writing was a skill and only practised amongst the Gentry of the land as not too many lay people knew how to read and write. People prided themselves on their calligraphy and even letters written between family members were works of art. More to the point, receiving such a letter was also treated as a special occasion and a thing of great personal value. Alas, those days are long gone and I for one can only remember one handwritten letter that I received from anyone in the last five years. Those that have found their way into my mailbox have all been typed and not on an old fashioned typewriter either but a modern day computer. Letter writing is a dying art and is going the way of the Dodo. Everything is email and text nowadays.

I, like almost everyone else in the world, use a computer for all of the writing that I do. I make so many mistakes and have so many do overs and corrections or even re-writes on some occasions that it would be inconceivable to me to write any other way. Consequently, when an idea or a thought strikes me that I want to share, I can sit down and even with my two fingered typing, quickly write up a piece that may not be grammatically correct but at least all of the words are spelt correctly. Than goodness for Spellchecker!

Even with all of this, it still does not answer the question of “Why do we like to write” and what is more to the point, why do we share it with others? It’s not like we are going to make any money off our blogs although I suppose that there may be some out there who claim they do. Me, I am not one of them so there has to be another reason. Maybe, I am a frustrated Author with a million dollar book inside of me just waiting to pop out although, somehow I don’t think so. I am more of a reporter than a writer. I need a subject matter to write about as my brain is not capable of the twists and turns that it takes to be a modern day writer/novelist. More to the point is the pleasure I get from writing a good piece or taking a great picture and sharing it with the rest of the world and blogging is a way for me to do just this.  It is the perfect platform to express ourselves in so many different ways with whatever it is that interests us.

That still doesn’t answer the question of why we do what we do. I have never done this before but it might be interesting for those of you who have taken the time to read this all the way through to go to the Comments section and write a short response as to what is your reason for blogging. It will make for very interesting reading.

Written 8/4/2018

Things to do on a Hot Day


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Another day in Texas and the temperature soars
and we wonder where it will top out today
one thing we know and we can be sure
that it is too hot to go out to play
so indoors we’ll stay at least for a while
and write in this blog in different ways
stories and poems that I can compile
using my brain and old cliches
writing is fun when it goes well
not so much when the thought delays
when the words do not come my brain compels
me to think a lot harder as I appraise
the words that I write do they excel
are they unusual in so many ways.

I ask those questions as I stare at the screen
reading what I have already wrote
wondering if this word did mean
exactly what it was that I spoke
or should I change it to make it seem
something different so it would provoke
more thoughts from the reader to make them dream
of the story I’m telling just as I spoke
for poetry is a story I deemed
the reader would feel to the words I wrote
and picture the story just as it’s streamed
from my brain to the keyboard with no misquote.

Written 7/13/2018

Thinking About Life – Mine…


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I got to thinking the other day
about my life and the way
I spend my days as I live alone
since my last wife did our marriage dethrone
It’s been 25 years since she walked out the door
and the bachelor life is easy to endure
no one telling me how to live my life
that’s the beauty of not having a wife
so I quickly did adjust my ways
to living alone as I spend my days
pottering around out in the yard
working away with disregard
for time has no real meaning to me
unless something special is on the TV
but then if there is I usually record
and watch at my leisure until I get bored
and then I find something else to do
like write a blog so that a few
of my writing friends can read all about
how I spend my day even without
any special plans although sometimes I do
when I want to go hiking I do pursue
some degree of a plan so that others may know
that they are welcome to join me and I’m not alone
other times I go for a drive
with an Audiobook the characters alive
in my head as I listen to figure the plot
I get it wrong more often than not
and I marvel at how the writer does think
as it twists and turns and finally links
and the good guy wins and gets the girl
and a happy ending as the story unfurls
you never can tell which way it will go
until the end of the story as the writer shows
I wish that I could write that way
instead I spend my literary day
writing bad poetry to keep me amused
until I can find the next thing to do
It’s already time to go to bed
the day has flown by and so instead
of doing what I usually do
tomorrow something different I will pursue
and have corn flakes for breakfast instead of the toast
and take the dogs for walk before I’m engrossed
in writing more stories in the form of a verse
to amuse myself how can it be worse
than doing what I normally do
which I can’t remember as I haven’t a clue
my brain is forgetful to say the least
as I spend my days in a happy release.

Written 6/23/2018

 

A Blank Page


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I sat here staring at a blank page
words would not come it seemed for an age
and when they did they did not make sense
nor would they rhyme under any pretense
for writing a poem requires some thought
and must be something the mind has sought
rarely do words just fall into place
instead require thinking at a steady pace
a little change here and a tweak over there
in order to write something I’m willing to share
for it has to be right and has to rhyme
otherwise I feel like I’m wasting my time
and to post something bad only makes it worse
as I am not satisfied with writing bad verse
instead I will give up writing for today
and go out in the yard and the garden to play
and hope that the next time I try
the words will flow freely and we end on a high.

Written 4/13/2018

What Can I Say?


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What can I say that will change your mind
as you look at me for one last time
with that long and lingering stare
showing me that you do not care
as other things you need to be
and other places you want to see
and the time we spent has now gone
and you are in fact, moving on
to pastures green with everything new
what that means I haven’t a clue
as I believed with all of my might
that what we had was pure delight
and in each other’s company shared
many moments with none compared
and the love we had would always last
how was I to know it has now passed
as bit by bit it drained away
never to return until this day
when you say to me that we are through
and even though I hadn’t a clue
that in fact you didn’t care
even though my bed you shared
that it was so hard to see
that you no longer cared for me.
I should have written this years ago
twenty five years and I should know
that the day my world came crashing down
as those fateful words did sound
and you walked out of the door
not listening as I implored
for you to stay we can work it out
just give me a chance I have no doubt
that we can be a couple again
instead of you wanting just to be friends
but alas it was not to be
as I remained in my misery
not wanting to live and at the same time
nothing can ever be that sublime
I had my chance and blew it too
an ignorant male who had no clue
that the love of his life no longer cared
and the life that he knew they no longer shared
and as time passed as the years slipped by
never again did I feel the joy
of marriage for love no longer came
and a bachelor’s life it did remain
and now so old so withered and grey
love has passed like the end of the day
and all that remains are the memories true
of the love of his life when things were new.

Written 9/22/2017

Writing Poetry.


DSC_0340I stuck my head outside the door
confirming what I knew before
that the temperature was already high
more than I wanted to give it a try
although not yet peaked, it was morning still
the afternoon would be in for the kill
and the thermometer could go high
maybe all the way to one hundred and five.

Today’s heat might well be
the hottest day that we will see
although a lot of Summer remains
fifty five more days the Calendar claims
as Autumn starts September 22nd
when it comes it will feel like heaven
compared to what is outside my door
although we have been here many times before.

I would like to go on another hike
so that I have something to write
but I do not want to brave the heat
and inside the house will be a treat
I can sit and write to my heart’s content
bad poetry as my thoughts relent
as words spill out in a jumbled mess
putting my brain to the test.

Somedays the words really flow
and on one of those days is when I know
that the words that I write will sound fine
and the poem will reach it’s end in rhyme
for it is not easy to write good verse
especially when it is at it’s worst
and the only reason to try to write
is the temperature outside is so bloody high.

Blank Screen and Blank Thoughts…


epl-table-2015-live-score-results-channel-today-game-epl-tableI turned on my computer and brought up my blog site with a fresh clean page all ready for me to peck away with many words of wisdom.
I stared and stared and nothing came to mind, just a blank screen looking back at me.
I thought of all of the subjects that I have written about in the past and that still didn’t help.
Maybe a poem, I thought but I could not think of what to rhyme about so I gave up on that idea.
I have spent this past week working on the Austin Pond Society web site. Now, it is finished and I can’t think of anything else to do to it for a while.
Night has fallen and it is dark outside so I can’t work on the ponds or go for a hike.
It would appear that my mind is a blank and needs firing up a little.
To hell with writing, I am going to watch the English Premier League and my favorite soccer teams…Manu