Jim's cafe 18/09/2018 Things you have created or would like to create

[bobbob]

This is quick post, as aim to pop back to bed and get closer to 8 hours sleep. Anyways, theme today is (in addition ofc to any other themes that folk want to include):
1. Posting things (or links to things) you have created. Might be, for example, poem, song lyrics, piece of music, colouring, article, book, photo. Please remember to take care to anonymise if concerned about anonymity.
2. Things that you would like to create and why. eg I would love to write a fiction book but not sure could now and maybe never could have.
I know there is a thread for members' creations but I thought this Jim's cafe thread would bring folk's creations to where more people would see them and more importantly perhaps encourage people like me to post a creation here for first time. Think of it as an exhibition in the cafe. So drink your tea (or coffee if you must) and enjoy the exhibits. But please NO iced tea as will only get spilt on the art works.

Im going to see if I can learn to upload photos later to post my first attempts at seascape pics.
TC R

 

[Woowoo]

Good morning and well done for getting the cafe open so early today @bobbob

I love today's theme. I've posted a couple of poems in Poet's Corner before, but I'll share those here. It's a shame I'm not at home today cos I've done a couple of abstract paintings, but I won't be able to take photos of them. Maybe I'll add to this cafe later in the week.

I'll do some tagging for you bob

@Lulabelle @Walker @Ash600 @Winslow @Sunday16 @gypsylee @na-taya @neko-chan @Acanthi @Somebody Else

 

[Woowoo]

Here's one of my poems:

When My World

When my world is empty, I can see no way ahead
The loneliness I feel inside just fills me up with dread
The warm hand of spring then leads me through the dawn
And a new idea is born – with you

When my world is lifted, the joy it fills my heart
Everything we do is shared, we never are apart
The sizzling hand of summer that promises so much
I just can’t wait to touch – with you

When my world is sad, I don’t know where you are
I hope we have a future, we’ve come so very far
The cool hand of autumn that gives a worried mind
There’s a path I hope I’ll find – with you

When my world is silent and there’s no one there, no you
The emptiness that fills my thoughts of all we hoped to do
The cold hand of winter, it brings me to my knees
I know I’ll never be – with you

Come and join us @Petal @Acy @DrownedFishOnFire @gazjustgaz @PhoenixLady @Witty_Sarcasm @Innocent Forever @1964dodge @OfLoveAndDeath @Yellowmellow

 

[Woowoo]

Here's the other poem that I wrote:

Ain't That Enough

Waking with you
To a brand new day
Just takes all my troubles away
Talking for hours, you have the power
To make me smile
Walking beside you, my best friend
Won't ever end
Ain't that enough?

Sitting beside you
Watching your face
You make my world a better place
The joy you bring, makes me want to sing
And scream and shout
To share the happiness we feel
This is for real
Ain't that enough?

Snuggling up to you
Fire in your eyes
What did I do to win first prize?
Late in the evening, watching the stars
Quiet and content
My love for you, it grows so strong
This isn't wrong
Ain't that enough?

@BraveFace @baywasp @LonelyHiker @pooky @MagickLynx @DowntheRabbitHole @sassy123 @Abigail1213 @Freyja @Zonkers

 

[Woowoo]

I would also like to write a book one day, but I don't think I've got enough imagination to write fiction unfortunately.

Instead I might have a go at writing something non-fiction. For years I've been doing family history reasarch (not that I've had the motivation to do much recently) and I've learnt a lot about it, so I thought I might write a beginners guide and include some of the interesting stories I found in my own family tree.

Come and join us @Lady Wolfshead @Sarahbeanie @Mercedesgirl @may71 @Lara_C @Rockclimbinggirl @RCee @rabitt3434 @charley spring @charlietgirl

 

[OfLoveAndDeath]

Thanks for tagging me @Woowoo . This is a great theme idea. I'll post a couple of my poems here in a bit but as for things I'd like to create a long series of metal albums once I become better at guitar and vocals and learn how to write lyrics without them sounding like poetry

 

[Baywasp]

I'll share a poem I wrote at a writing group I go to infrequently at a local library. It happens every Sunday afternoon, or at least it did. It's not showing up on the calendar anymore so I don't know if it's still a thing. It was always very well-attended, so I don't know why it would have ended. Haven't been able to motivate myself to write much lately (this is from near the end of last year), but I'd love to find another outlet for it. There was a prompt based on a published poem that the group facilitator shared with us, but I don't really remember much about it.

The King of Clean Escapes

You stand against the wall
the wall where the tall man beats his head upon the brick
and feels the eyes
all the wandering eyes
not knowing what to do
not knowing what to think
sensing his insanity.
In the corner there is a mouse
cowering, hiding away from the vibrations
as best as she can.
The city smells of old gasoline and broken clocks
and each person’s eyes are the anchor
holding them down
as a part of the world.
It was written
in a poem or a magazine
or something
that it is dehumanizing
to remain a part of the city for so long.
But you know as you watch
as you feel the man’s pain
that this is where your soul lies
When you leave this scene
the pavement will scrape your soles
and everything will eventually come out of view
but the man will stay in your mind.
It could have been you
beating your head on the brick
until the pain is just enough
so that you can bear everything else
but you live here
in the echoes that move you
along the streets of the city

 

[Woowoo]

I'll share a poem I wrote at a writing group I go to infrequently at a local library. It happens every Sunday afternoon, or at least it did. It's not showing up on the calendar anymore so I don't know if it's still a thing. It was always very well-attended, so I don't know why it would have ended. Haven't been able to motivate myself to write much lately (this is from near the end of last year), but I'd love to find another outlet for it. There was a prompt based on a published poem that the group facilitator shared with us, but I don't really remember much about it.

The King of Clean Escapes

You stand against the wall
the wall where the tall man beats his head upon the brick
and feels the eyes
all the wandering eyes
not knowing what to do
not knowing what to think
sensing his insanity.
In the corner there is a mouse
cowering, hiding away from the vibrations
as best as she can.
The city smells of old gasoline and broken clocks
and each person’s eyes are the anchor
holding them down
as a part of the world.
It was written
in a poem or a magazine
or something
that it is dehumanizing
to remain a part of the city for so long.
But you know as you watch
as you feel the man’s pain
that this is where your soul lies
When you leave this scene
the pavement will scrape your soles
and everything will eventually come out of view
but the man will stay in your mind.
It could have been you
beating your head on the brick
until the pain is just enough
so that you can bear everything else
but you live here
in the echoes that move you
along the streets of the city

That's brilliant @baywasp

 

[Baywasp]

That's brilliant @baywasp

Thank you!!
This is gonna sound silly but it was inspired in part by one of those inflatable tube men that I saw while waiting for the bus on the way to the library. It was set up outside a cell phone store, but it was too close to the wall, so when it waved around, it looked like it was beating its head against the wall.

 

[Sunspots]

Thanks for opening up today Bobbob. And thanks for the tag Woowoo

Creativity is a sad one for me. I used to love painting. I'd paint anything and everything from pictures to murals. We used to have a courtyard garden surrounded by high concrete walls. I spent four years covering the walls with murals of forests, flowers, sunshine and sky. I wish I'd taken photos of it to remind me. And I painted my baby's bedroom with an underwater mural complete with a sunken galleon, mermaids and colouful fish - again I wish I had photos to remember. Duh! Why did I not take photos??

Now when I pick up my paintbrushes my mind goes blank.

But I do write a bit of (bad) poetry - normally at 3am in a caffeine fuelled sleepless night

Hello old friend
I knew you were there
hiding in the shadows
Waiting to wrap me in your dark embrace
Cover me whole, cover my soul
in your heavy black cloak
Take me back to that empty place
that I know so well.
Where all the noise stops.
I'll give myself to you
to end the pain.
Just take it all away
and keep me there for eternity.

 

[OfLoveAndDeath]

Some of my poems
This is probably my most positive
She smiled as I held open the door for her.
"Thank you Rose" said with a smile.
I smiled too, I think she saw.
I've felt this way for quite a while.

I stare at her, lost within her beauty.
She notices my gaze, I look away.
Sometimes She seems to stare at me.
Could it be that we feel the same way?

Should I say something to her, or write a note?
Though I am too afraid of my fate.
For no matter what I said or wrote.
I fear that She would look on me with hate.

And here's my favorite of my poems

Her lips so perfect and so red
Impure thoughts within my head
Her voice I cannot hear
Yet it matters not what is said

Her skin so pale, ghastly white
My mind erupts with delight
I have little left to fear
For i no longer see the light

Her eyes so blue and darkly sweet
That see no shadow beneath my feet
With every breath she does draw near
As i accept final defeat

Her hair so dark to never sway
But I have nothing left to say
I close my eyes, my mind is clear
And now my years all fade away

 

[1964dodge]

Here's one of my poems:

When My World

When my world is empty, I can see no way ahead
The loneliness I feel inside just fills me up with dread
The warm hand of spring then leads me through the dawn
And a new idea is born – with you

When my world is lifted, the joy it fills my heart
Everything we do is shared, we never are apart
The sizzling hand of summer that promises so much
I just can’t wait to touch – with you

When my world is sad, I don’t know where you are
I hope we have a future, we’ve come so very far
The cool hand of autumn that gives a worried mind
There’s a path I hope I’ll find – with you

When my world is silent and there’s no one there, no you
The emptiness that fills my thoughts of all we hoped to do
The cold hand of winter, it brings me to my knees
I know I’ll never be – with you

Come and join us @Petal @Acy @DrownedFishOnFire @gazjustgaz @PhoenixLady @Witty_Sarcasm @Innocent Forever @1964dodge @OfLoveAndDeath @Yellowmellow

thanks for the tag woowoo

 

[1964dodge]

Thanks for opening up today Bobbob. And thanks for the tag Woowoo

Creativity is a sad one for me. I used to love painting. I'd paint anything and everything from pictures to murals. We used to have a courtyard garden surrounded by high concrete walls. I spent four years covering the walls with murals of forests, flowers, sunshine and sky. I wish I'd taken photos of it to remind me. And I painted my baby's bedroom with an underwater mural complete with a sunken galleon, mermaids and colouful fish - again I wish I had photos to remember. Duh! Why did I not take photos??

Now when I pick up my paintbrushes my mind goes blank.

But I do write a bit of (bad) poetry - normally at 3am in a caffeine fuelled sleepless night

Hello old friend
I knew you were there
hiding in the shadows
Waiting to wrap me in your dark embrace
Cover me whole, cover my soul
in your heavy black cloak
Take me back to that empty place
that I know so well.
there is no such thing as bad poetry
Where all the noise stops.
I'll give myself to you
to end the pain.
Just take it all away
and keep me there for eternity.

 

[Woowoo]

Thanks for opening up today Bobbob. And thanks for the tag Woowoo

Creativity is a sad one for me. I used to love painting. I'd paint anything and everything from pictures to murals. We used to have a courtyard garden surrounded by high concrete walls. I spent four years covering the walls with murals of forests, flowers, sunshine and sky. I wish I'd taken photos of it to remind me. And I painted my baby's bedroom with an underwater mural complete with a sunken galleon, mermaids and colouful fish - again I wish I had photos to remember. Duh! Why did I not take photos??

Now when I pick up my paintbrushes my mind goes blank.

But I do write a bit of (bad) poetry - normally at 3am in a caffeine fuelled sleepless night

Hello old friend
I knew you were there
hiding in the shadows
Waiting to wrap me in your dark embrace
Cover me whole, cover my soul
in your heavy black cloak
Take me back to that empty place
that I know so well.
Where all the noise stops.
I'll give myself to you
to end the pain.
Just take it all away
and keep me there for eternity.

It's a shame you don't have photos Lu but you still have the memories. Hopefully one day you'll be able to paint again.

 

[1964dodge]

Thank you for the tag @Woowoo

This is my best creation

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be honest you only created half of that child now didn't you lol

 

[Human Ex Machinae]

I fooled around with MS Paint for awhile. These are the ones I'm most proud of.

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[1964dodge]

Thanks for opening up today Bobbob. And thanks for the tag Woowoo

Creativity is a sad one for me. I used to love painting. I'd paint anything and everything from pictures to murals. We used to have a courtyard garden surrounded by high concrete walls. I spent four years covering the walls with murals of forests, flowers, sunshine and sky. I wish I'd taken photos of it to remind me. And I painted my baby's bedroom with an underwater mural complete with a sunken galleon, mermaids and colouful fish - again I wish I had photos to remember. Duh! Why did I not take photos??

Now when I pick up my paintbrushes my mind goes blank.

But I do write a bit of (bad) poetry - normally at 3am in a caffeine fuelled sleepless night

Hello old friend
I knew you were there
hiding in the shadows
Waiting to wrap me in your dark embrace
Cover me whole, cover my soul
in your heavy black cloak
Take me back to that empty place
that I know so well.there is no such thing as bad poetry
Where all the noise stops.
I'll give myself to you
to end the pain.
Just take it all away
and keep me there for eternity.

 

[Woowoo]

Right, I really need to get to work. Have a great day everyone.

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@HumanExMachina @extraterrestrialone @LonelyLuna @Paisley
@Kiwi2016 @defeatedandlost @Charlieb10088 @agwoodliffe @Harmony2 @Angel368 @Daíthí

 

[1964dodge]

there is no such thing as bad poetry

 

[DowntheRabbitHole]

be honest you only created half of that child now didn't you lol

Not even half. Lol. Only a quarter. But I was her main caretaker for the 1st six months!