“Kid Daze” Wonderful Wednesday with Guest Host “Rebel”
Hello and welcome once again to another
Wonderful Wednesday!
Today we’d like to bring to you
Our Guest Host
“Rebel”
Take a few moments to send Rebel a Friend request if you aren’t one already!
http://www.friendburst.com/Rebel/
Here’s a quick glimpse and intro into Rebel:
“I wrote what I consider to be my first poem “Confederate Blood” on Christmas day 2010.
I had written four or five poems prior to thins that I sent to different family members as part of a birthday greeting card. But when I wrote “Confederate Blood” and posted it on another online site, I was overwhelmed with the responses I received. From that day on I was hooked and started writing and reading the writings of others.
I have found poetry to be a form of escape from the realities of everyday life that affect us all.
The following quotes sum up what poetry means to me:
“To have great poets there must be great audiences too.” ~Walt Whitman
“Poetry is everywhere; it just needs editing.” ~James Tate
“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.” ~T.S. Eliot, Tradition and the Individual Talent, 1919
“Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.” ~Edgar Allan Poe
~Rebel
Rebel would like us to revisit those happy days
Of our childhood with our poetry!
We thank you for sharing your time and poetry with us today!
Hope you enjoyed my blog!
~Rebel
Let’s all send Rebel our thanks for being our guest host today!
Hello, and welcome one and all. I can’t wait to see what you bring to share. A BIG thank you to each and everyone of you for coming!
Hate to have people guess my age, but I grew up to this:
My dear friend Sonnets from Boomerplace shared three of her outstanding poems…
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Some of my favorite kids quotes from: http://www.generationterrorists.com/quotes/kids.html
You should never laugh at your dad if he’s mad or screaming at you. Jogn, age 12
My little brother’s dirty diapers are worse than liver. Matt, age 11
If mom’s not happy, nobody’s happy. Neely, age 13
If your mom’s asleep, don’t wake her up. Amber, age 10
You can play the coolest tricks when people don’t know that you have a twin. Amie, age 16
When my dad says to be home at 11.30, he doesn’t mean be in the driveway, but inside the house by myself. Elizabeth, age 16
When your mother is mad and asks you, “Do I look stupid?” it’s best not to answer her. Megham, age 13
If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. Parents always catch the second person.Michael, age 10
If mom says “no,” she means it. If dad says “no,” it means maybe. Joseph, age 13
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I found this from a Simple Sunday from about a year and a half ago. This is about when I went to Virginia with my friend to visit her grandpa and we climbed up this very steep mountain behind a Piggly Wiggly. I remember very well how steep the mountain was and it was just as scary going down. Especially when we reach the very top and she said there are huge bears there. I didn’t want to hang around up there at all LOL
Sorry Reble ~ my darned internet keeps going out when we have storms here! I’ll work on sumpin and hopefully post it tonight!
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Hi Rebel…so happy to see you this evening……. :love: :love: :love:
Wrote this for another Magic Monday……
Here’s another grandma poem… I found about 4 poems about my grandma lol
OK I put this together just to make you *smile* I love Spanky and the Gang!!!
Memories of Childhood Shared
Too , many so, here are a few of my favorite things:)
Life always was filled with love
Special times we always shared
Mother and daddy were a fine pair
Always showing us good times
Many special memories I am blessed with
But, one I have to share
Mother always made me take Etiquette classes
Guess who was the teacher… She was
Proper and being a lady she believed all girls should be
One thing I always remember ‘
That back had to be up against the wall
Shoulders back straight with head up ..Proper
Had to balance a book forever:)
Always a lady in public she would say
Then, Chirstmas always magical in many ways
Christmas I love for so, many memories I hold
Mother decorating with little villages perfect to eyes
Daddy would go and get the biggest tree
Always had to tie so, it would fit threw the door
Then, when dried out.. time to take out
Saw down he would have to do
We would look at a plain tree for about a week
For Santa decorated on Christmas Eve night for Christmas morning
So, beautiful as walking into the room:)
All done perfect filled with gifts for us to open
Special times just a few
I could write a book
I shortened this 3 times..sorry still long..Awww memories:)
Unfortunately, I must say goodnight. I shall return Wednesday evening after work. I hope some more ink is left while I’m away.
My favorite sport in my younger year:)…Had to do one with picture & shorter
Well this bout as close as I can git to childhood thinkin …..
A FATHERS LOVE
When I was at home
I had every thing
Well all more
I had my sister
I could tell her
Things I couldnt tell
Any one else
I had my mother
To love and understand
I had my freedom
To go and come
As I please
Well all most
I always had money
In my pocket
But most of all
I had my dad
When any one or any thing
Would hurt me
Hed make it go away
And hed always tell me
If and when you leave
Home and I hope you dont
If any one or any thing
Ever hurt you
You can always come home
Written By: Bettie Martin —————————————— © 1972
Loving those “happy days of childhood” and this wonderful blog. You are so very talented, Rebel. Thanks so much for sharing your talent with us. Awesome blog and poetry posted.
So I thought I’s share this. I embellished it a bit so as to make it a double Ethree (I think) I’m not good at remembering exactly what kinda form some of the stuff I do is LMAO. Anyway My grandma had this “Fisherman’s” speak hanging on the wall at her lake house ~ it was the last thing she gave to me about 30+ years ago. It hangs in my Bathroom now for folks to read while they are on the toilet *smiling*
Here’s one from the archives. Remember when your Big Wheel was the fastest thing on the planet – at least in your own head??
Hello and welcome to Wonderful Wednesday and the Creative Poetry Corral Rebel. It is such a rewarding feeling when we discover a talent or gift that we never knew we had, and the gift for us as writers is poetry. Thank you for joining us here and guest hosting Wonderful Wednesday Rebel. What a wonderful theme you have chosen as well. I will see if I can come up with anything. Welcome, and God bless always Rebel. 🙂
http://youtu.be/q0YkXmebAGM
This was my absolute favorite tv show of all time when I was five years old to the moment of growing up. I wish they would bring it back, the first season will always be the best in my opinon. 🙂
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SUMMER DREAMS AND SUNSHINE SCHEMES
We were children and dreamers,
for they went hand in hand,
together all the time
on those long summer days
as we made such big plans
from the dawning of the day
till so very late at night.
We were fast friends with big dreams,
on those lazy summer afternoons,
no end to our plans and schemes.
as we kicked up the sand on
sandcastled beaches of white,
dreaming dreams that childen dream
on those long summer days,
our imaginations running wild
with the hot summer sun.
We were fast friends with big dreams
that grew bigger with each day
on those lazy afternoons,
as big as the fish we were going to catch
in the morning with the new sunrise.
And at the end of each and every day,
as the sun began to set,
we gave our dreams a little rest,
AND these children of the summer sun,
fast friends to this day in our hearts
still play their summer games,
their laughter heard
in the memories treasured
from year to year
of summer dreams
and sandlot fun.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-10-11
Now tolls the church bell
The South is fallen..fallen
Gone forevermore
Why did she rise up
Her cause was not slavery
as many were told
the greed of the North
the tyranny of the rich
the true war mongers
Out numbered out gunned
her resistance overrun
Her Honor steadfast
A cry in the streets
a mother mourns for her son
what was is no more
Time has healed her wounds
Her scars forever remain
Her honor restored.
One thing my sister and I used to do when we were lil was .. when Ma would do her exercising .. my sister and I would dance like crazy to the songs our favorite.. was Dancing Queen ABBA… I wrote this for the Friday Fling for ABBA challenge…I.. miss them so fricken much! ….loved these days
younger.. my sister and I
your music filling the sky
dancing free butterfly eyes
step on tunes my sister fly
smiles had danced around a cry
memory chanced left with a why
hope to see a song …not lie
step on tunes my sister fly
trying to two step..a sigh
laughing at a precept our tries
dancing around new goodbye’s
step on tunes my sister fly
dancing without you..no high
tip toe… feelings… we deny
need a new dance you and I
step on tunes my sister fly
I hope you like this..hug’s Reb and all
GO TO YOU ROOM
When I was a child
Mom was always saying
Go to your room
When ever Id do
Some thing wrong
If I for got to clean my room
Shed say
Go to your room
If I upset my older sister
Shed say
Go to your room
Now that I am grown
When ever I do some thing wrong
Are upset any one
I know just what to do
Go to my room
Written By: Bettie Martin ————————— © 1962
Rebel Meee Dis ~
As III Look On & Upon Myyy Youthful Waaay ~
Back When Myyy Back Didnt Crack 😯 Everytime III Plaaay ~
Nooo Basketballl Or Footballl Fray ~
Only Thoughts & Words Left Here Tooo Saaay ~ :groovy:
Nooo Rollls In Grasss In Barns On Haaay ~
As Myyy Asss Itches Everytime III Laaay ~
Praaay That Indigestion or HeaRT bURN Doesnt Take Myyy Plate !!!
Nooo Seconds For Meee Called Tooo Eat Tooo Late !!!
Now Wait !!! III’m Not Dead !!! Very Alive !!!
Keeepin It Alll At Bay ~ Then III Speak Fallen Asleeep !!!
In AAA Mid- Stroke Paint ~ Awoken Alll Stiff ~
It Aint What it ustabeee Stilll III Aint Nooo Saint !!!
But III’ve Paid !!! & Myyy Beds Been Made !!!
III’m Noy Done In This Sun & Ray ~
Moons Behind Th_ Clouds ~ & If III Maaay ~
Only Savorin Appreciation For III Made-It & Its AAAnew Daaay ~
Done What III Did !!! Arose From AAA Molded Claaay ~
AAA Rebel Of AAA Devil ~ 😈
& III’m Made Dis Waaay ~ 🙄
Written Byyy Da Bump
Incollab w/ g.T Beck ~ 😉
® TM © WITHIN…
Thanks Reb.. for a wonderful Wednesday!!! Love rocking on with you!
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I’d like to say Thanks once again to each and everyone that came and shared their time and talent. So many talented writers here. I had a great time. Thank you all so much! 😀 :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
For somebody who had such a good childhood I have not written much about it. This one I did last December.
Such great and sweet writes…i did try to post this earlier, but photobucket was uncooperative! Loved all the wonderful writes! I am so busy at this time in my life, but will be around when I can!
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Awww! Welcome Rebel. If my computer didn’t get “sick” I would of been here. From what I have read it seems it was a great joy for you and everyone else. Know your in my heart along with everyone else :love: :love: