What do I like to do, you ask?
Give me some time to think on that.....
I could say that I like to rhyme.....
It makes a fun way to pass time;
Plus other lines I love to read,
Unknown and published poetry....
And God's creation, beaut'ous, vast,
Is poetry for heart to grasp;
Is this the reason....outdoors cry...
I can't resist the countryside?
To hang the wash or take it down,
To weed the garden, walk around;
To cycle down the old dirt roads,
And feast on scen'ry wild or sown....
His hand is there in ev'rything:
The ants that work and birds that sing,
The fields with gently waving grain,
The sky so blue, or clouds that race,
The drought, the rain, the lightning flash....
These all do just what He commands;
And seeing them all it brings to mind
His Word of how 'tis His design.....
And Oh! what treasure God's Word is!
Oh who can get enough of it?
To read and sometimes memorize;
I like to do....it ope's my eyes....
To see the truth and what is 'life'....
Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ;
Refreshing 'tis, restoring me
To life and hope and joy and peace.
....I love to cook, experiment,
Like, here's a recipe....tweak it....
Most times it works and sometimes not,
Yet still to change I'm loathe to drop....
('Tis fun to cook and work with food,
Trying varied things to make it good
Both to the mouth and to the eyes....
Which sometimes leads to some surprise!)
And oh yes, I do like to sew....
E'en here I tweak to make't my own;
Preferably with patterns sold,
Though I from scratch create my own....
Another thing I like to do's
Recording music, mixing tunes;
To listen later day by day,
And gaily sing along my way!
('Cuz mixing music sure is fun....
For choruses I often run
All helter-skelter to my room
To blend on tapes my fav'rite tunes!) .....
Yea, muchly do I love to sing
All through the day and evening;
I can't guess how they write music....
But mine for their lines love to fit!
I love to make our fam'ly's bread,
I wouldn't trade that privilege;
And doing dishes too I like,
'Specially with others helping nigh.
I like to help my dad and mum;
And oh yeah, I like to have fun!
I also like to be silly;
And I confess I love to dream.
I 'most forgot.....when it does snow
I love to shovel it, you know!
And scrape off Daddy's car for him,
And ice skate too, rare chance I git....
My friends are far away from me....
I have none that I e'er can see;
Their cities, states, e'en countries close,
Yet ne'er we meet, except by post...
And so you see, I like to write,
E'en tho' it oft'ner wastes much time....
Like this here piece I've writ just now,
Which hopefully amusing sounds.
Piano too I'm trying to play;
There's prob'ly other things to name....
But that shall take more time and lines
Than I shall herein realize.
But most of all I love to be
With the folks called my family....
The dearest evermore to me
Except the Lord to Whom we cling.
And now a question just for you:
What are the things YOU like to do?
27FEB/05MAR03
- Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 5th, 2010 11:24
- Comment from author about the poem: Some years ago, I briefly picked up an email buddy, and in getting to know each other, she innocently asked me what I liked to do. I began to scratch my head and then began to rhyme.......so she was duly impressed. And after my favorite tape recorder/player broke, I quit mixing music on tape, also piano dropped by the way 'til who-knows-when, and my penpals all grew up or something.
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Comments2
Isn't this beautyful, when out of nothing awesome creation happens...
pen and paper make wonders...
love reading your work.
Thanks! I have wished that posting it might somehow provoke some of my poetic readers/fellows to follow suit with their own likes in a similar rhyme, which of course, I would love to read as well!
What an honour and a pleasure it has been to weave slowly through this epic & perfectly formed poem at my own leisure & pace .. I can hardly believe that I am only the second human being to visit and dare leave a mark here in fourteen whole years .. Now I aint Einstein, but I know that's a whole heap of days .. and I can only hope and pray that others might stumble on the tracks I leave behind upon my departure and for whatever reason check out where they lead to and themselves have a very nice day .. Take it as a rather premature birthday gift if you should so please .. Neville
Ooh! I'll try to remember it less than two weeks hence when I'll doubtless be sucking my thumbs. Thank you so very much, Sir!
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