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Step forward today and experience growth in some part of your life. Today will create a precious memory.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated May 19)
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“What’s in a name” people frequently ask
Let’s explore some just for fun, as our task
Their names represent fame and success
Bringing inspiration to people, nothing less
The Belle of Amherst crafts amazing prose
Emily Dickinson pens magnificent poems
With beauty as exquisite as a painted rose
The Little Corporal conquers many, from his view
Napoleon leads armies across the continent
Only to sustain decisive humiliation at Waterloo
The Yankee Clipper glides across center field
Joe DiMaggio calmly leads the baseball Yankees
Winning nine World Series, never one to yield
The Little Tramp generates many laughs
Charlie Chaplin affixes his comic genius
To a motherlode of silent films that last
The Wizard of Menlo Park perfects light
Thomas Edison invents much to enhance life
With amazing innovations, forever bright
The King of Rock ‘n Roll carries us into a new age
Elvis Presley flips the music world upside down
With singing and dancing from a jailhouse cage
The Lady with the Lamp takes up her cause
Florence Nightingale demonstrates her resolve
To improve nursing and health without pause
The Chairman of the Board conquers Hollywood
Frank Sinatra sings, dances, and acts his way to fame
Entertaining as few other performers ever could
The Wizard of Westwood toils at his craft for many years
John Wooden finishes his coaching career with a flourish
Winning ten basketball championships, incredible to hear
The Maid of Orleans becomes a French heroine
Joan of Arc, during a time of extreme conflict
Restores hope and boosts morale for all within
Nicknames bring admiration to people of fame
But even ordinary folks enjoy their nicknames
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Do you know other famous people (past or present) with nicknames? Feel free to write a comment.
Here are some links to previously published writings that relate in some way to this poem. All of these are non-poetry posts.
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My retirement years usually produce a smile
But some days sink my spirits deep, by miles
My childhood sweetheart and lovely bride
Now rests with God, absent from my side
I stay occupied with my yard each morn
Discovering pleasure from nature’s form
There is a fine lady across the street
She emerges looking nice and sweet
She stays active around her place
Her yard definitely fits her tastes
The grass is mowed and trimmed
I wonder how she stays so thin
There seems, between us
A subliminal connection
Inviting her for coffee
Is my dreamy confession
Her petunias appear superior to mine
Perhaps I’ll ask for her secret, in time
She smiles when my puppy is outside to play
I wonder what her plans will be for this day
I imagine what she might think about me
Watching me hang a bird feeder in a tree
There seems, between us
A subliminal connection
Inviting her for coffee
Is my dreamy confession
We both come from the same generation
Her beauty creates a wonderful sensation
I’m thinking of walking across the street
Meeting this fine lady would be a treat
She steps back inside from the dry, summer heat
Perhaps tomorrow morning, we can finally meet
My Grandfather lost his childhood sweetheart and bride, but believe it or not, he found love again . . . across the street!
This real-life experience, along with Jen Goldie’s story about “The Man Across the Street”, inspired the writing of this poem. Visit Jen’s very creative story with the link shown below.
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There are little eyes upon you
And they’re watching night and day
There are little ears that quickly
Take in every word you say
There are little hands all eager
To do anything you do
And a little boy who’s dreaming
Of the day he’ll be like you
You’re the little fellow’s idol
You’re the wisest of the wise
In his little mind about you
No suspicions ever rise
He believes in you devoutly
Holds that all you say and do
He will say and do in your way
When he’s grown up like you
There’s a wide-eyed little fellow
Who believes you’re always right
And his ears are always open
And he watches day and night
You are setting an example
Every day in all you do
For the little boy who’s waiting
To grow up and be like you
Author Unknown
When I was coaching years ago at a high school in Montana, the football coach gave all of the coaches a framed copy of this poem. I have carried it with me for all of these years, and it has special meaning to me as one who worked with young athletes for about 30 years.
This poem is easy to find on other Internet sites. Some of the posts use a different title, but the words remain the same. The author has remained unknown. Many young athletes aspire to follow an older athlete . . .
Waiting to grow up and be like you!
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The world of numbers is amazing and alive
All enrich lives as we conquer and divide
A great lucky number is one
Life’s always so much fun
Superstitions warn us that thirteen
Is very unlucky unless one is a teen
One may be the loneliest number for sure
Unless two brings love that feels so pure
Seven continents and seven days in a week
Seven may bring even better fortunes to seek
Some exclaim seven will bring luck
Unless it keeps one forever stuck
A popular lottery number is eleven
Bringing more luck than even seven
The twelve tribes of Israel come to mind
Twelve months of the year fit just fine
The posted highway speed limit sits at 50
Sorry officer, my foot was a bit heavy at 60
March 14 is well known to students for its “pi”
Perchance, there is a “real” piece if we all try
The Hawaiian alphabet is made up of thirteen letters
For some, the thirteen floor is unlucky, never better
Down under in Australia, koalas soundly sleep
For eighteen hours without even a small peep
Do you like to see what your numbers say?
Make a comment for others to read today
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Music takes many of us on a magical ride
Thoughts and images to carry by our side
A son needs to locate a way to the other side
A bridge over troubled water keeps him alive
A father educates his son to construct a better life
Carry on my wayward son without any more strife
Getting hitched and then catching a bus
We see a rich life making memories of us
The hills come alive with a musical song
How can Sister Maria never be wrong?
Drove a Chevy to the levee one day to sing
But the music died, only memories will ring
Georgy Girl walking down the street
He’ll never find another you as sweet
Heading to work with a mind slow to start
Takin’ care of business energizes his heart
Country roads, please take me home
For she is weary of feeling so alone
Her life fills with major worries, without abundant light
But she can always go downtown on any given night
The tense, western movie ends with a gunfight
With a big iron on his hip, he shows his might
We travel down an unfamiliar highway at last
“Do you know the way to San Jose? we ask
Sometimes life wants to take off and run away
Let’s all continue to roll on down the highway
The inspiration for this poem came from Bachman-Turner Overdrive’s 1975 classic rock hit, “Roll On Down the Highway.” I was crushing some carbs while working out on my stationary bike, and I was listening to some songs from BTO. I decided to try to use parts of various song lyrics in a poem.
Did you find any familiar lyrics in the poem? What are some of your favorite song lyrics?
This poem is a guest post from my 11-year old granddaughter. She wrote this poem for her Language Arts class, and she has given permission to post her untouched words just as she wrote them. Enjoy the gratitude that she shares!
This warm bed
that is really comfy and soft
that is only payed off
by my parents and their jobs
that is filled with
blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals
that is around me as I
dream off to sleep
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I lay there at night
to recharge my body
I lay there to rest
my body
I lay there if I am sick
to help heal my body
I lay there to wake up
to get ready for the day
As we get ready to
dream off again
I lay there ready to fall
asleep
Soon I am fast asleep ZZZZZZ
