Taking On More Writing Challenge

Watch out! There will be more installments into the world of writing that will be seen here. Probably not daily, but with more frequency at the least.

I like it when I write stuff that is more than notes to shows.
I find I have two big problems. The first isn’t inspiration, but focus on a topic. The next is making time. Actually priortizing a time slot to claim as writing time. I can make time better, when I focus on a mission, that topic to write on, whether it be a stand alone scene, something to bridge a gap in a story, a poetic thought, or in outlining where a new story should go.
The mission of this blog is to share things related to classic radio dramas and shows, and I want to maintain that theme.

I’m planning on more writing challenges, because they offer direction even if I don’t always manage to keep up on daily prompts. Where I can, I’ll drop an article here. For more flavors of me… I’ll be more broadspread at my personal blog. Watch the events over at http://heltsley.net to see how things are going.
just be careful, hyou never know what you might get over there.

Sonnet: Challenge of the Future

Days in the future can be hopeful, bright;
The pendulum swings, to sorrow, and dark;
Has joy gone? Fleeing away from all sight.
They say there’s no hope. Life is doubtful, stark,

The world has plenty, just have ambition;
Don’t let your future, and dreams be dashed.
Work hard, keep learning, take risks, stop wishing;
Watch for your chance, don’t burn and Crash.;

War sometimes comes, turning things to ash
Can water be walked on, only in hope.
Life too impossible, thunder clouds crash
Making great fear hold you down on the ropes

Risk is hard when storms never cease to smash;
Time has come, have faith, step out of the boat.

PS: Thanks for being patient with my excursion into waxing poetic. I barely claim to be able to write, and my skills at poetry are even worse. I need to give my brain a rest, but watch for more challenges into stretching my literary skills here on the blog. Probably largely anchored in old radio shows, but as today, I chose to make it all about the form. Hey, sonnets are hard for my poor little old brain.

Apostrophe: Blanket Confession

White snow, you blanket the prairie scene, clean and pure, serene.

You white wash all over night mess, crimes that dieing lips confess.

It’s as if you’ve washed a bad man bright,

and cleansed to make his dark deeds bright.

Roaming cow hand, Britt Ponset was the last to hear,

and rode to tell the posse riding near.

The good law men, they didn’t care. They’ve already strung another in the air.

True, their victim may have had unpunished crimes,

but for this robbery,justice wasn’t served. Not this time.

Will Britt report the confession he knows?

Guilty good men, and truth in you, snow?

Come back snow, and blanket this strife.

Make clean the conscience of good men all their life.

–Based on: Six Shooter – Trail To Sunset. 540131.

Anaphora: Secret Admirer Misunderstanding

Secret admirers are the theme,
from teachers, right down to the teens.
Walter pines away, no appetite for food,
all he can eat is eggs, bacon, pancakes, and juice.

Secret admirers send poems declaring love, you bet.
Mr Boynton has advice, and adds a little edit.
Mix ups have begun, as they often do
Will the right girl read it? Or maybe a dude?

Secret admirer, Harriot thinks she knows who
A rival for her teacher, Connie Brooks? That won’t do.
Notes pass from Connie to students, and principal too.
Is it a supply requisition, who’s in love with who?

Secret admirer, his identity nearly learned,
awkward moments with the principal ends in slow burn.
The truth finally is untangled,
the path of love notes has been mangled.

Secret admirer, the girl he may not have won in the end,
but instead he preserved a friend.
Maybe he should stay open in his dialog,
or be like Boynton, and interested only in a frog.

Based on: Our Miss Brooks – Poetry Mix Up. 490320.

Found: Retro Finds Poetry

Listen to the audio presentation: Retro Original 527 Found: Retro Finds Poetry

A transcript of some soundbites of my life. And this short audio presentation. Enjoy.

Hello. Hello. Hhello little folk. Do you know who I am?
Oh, well, come on in. You don’t need to stand where all the neighbors can see you.
Who are you? What are you doing in my room?
He seems like a sturdy young man, a little timid, but wel set up physically.

You’re the most fascinating men I ever met, and I want you to marry me.
You’re just saying that to make me feel good.
I’m so proud of you! Wwell public service has its compensations I see.
You’re funny looking, but you’re cute.
O you say that every night, and I keep waiting, and waiting.
If you don’t mind me saying so, it’s a bit sickening.

You say that you know him? I’ve heard about him. You have? Where? All over.
Listen, there’s been crazy people hanging ’round the studio all day.
You’re not serious. ‘Course I am. Well, let’x not waste time discussing it.
You’re just about the most worthless critter I ever set eyes on.
Why that snake in the weeds.
Well I wouldn’t say that.

Why did you pick me? Who elxse is there?
You don’t have to explain to me. I don’t care about your sorted past.
Now this whole thing is ridiculous.
You better be careful.
You don’t have to spell in front of me. I’m old enough to understand things now.
You don’t say.
Oo, you’ve grown up to be a handsome curly headed rascal, haven’t you!
Wonderful! Just wonderful!

What does it all mean?
Do you have any ideas Henry? It’s hard to say.
Yes you funny man.
But I ain’t gonna do it.
Why doc. What does it all mean?

There Have Been Other Problems Too.
You have to submit an application and be voted on. Go through a process that takes weeks. There’s hard work to be done.
Whatever it is, it’s in that closet.
Well Here We Are. I’m Hungry. I’m Thirsty. WAAH!
You must admit that made sense.

You idiot!
Now, how can you say that?
I think it’s wonderful! I think it’s grand! I think I’ll kill myself.

Kenny I wanna tell you it was swell. It was perfectly thrilling.
Why Kenny, whatta you talking about. I said those very words to you every Sunday this year.
Well I’m getting sick of it.

Enjambment: Do You See What I See

The windows to the soul have fallen to disrepair.
The screens have gone dark, but the movie still runs.
This shouldn’t be happening. There should be despair,
streams of life won’t stop. I’m not an island of one.

Adjustments fought for, and lessons learned, where soundscapes
paint pictures, and imagination drives art.
My world is dark? you may ask, but wait
instead, a new world in my life has a start.

Out of sight, out of mind is the adage they say.
All the fat, ugly people have all gone away.
Your hous doesn’t look messy, and not even sooty ,
and may I say, you look slim, and a beauty.

I hear what I hear, and imagination takes charge
the world in my mind becomes colorful and bright.
Everything so enhanced, vivid and large.
A land where sun never sets on a day, and never night.

I wish, if I could, get my windows fixed,
but sometimes it’s a liberty. Here’s what I mean.
People who see have their vision tricked,
or they miss the wide world, eyes fixed on a screen.

If they can’t see it, they can’t believe it,
with imagination dictated by another.
Listen, imagine, in your own theater sit,
and make the scene fit your taste. Be lavish brother!

Break free from the screens in life that entertain.
Don’t fret, there’s a time to anchor your head,
but rest your eyes, and tap into your brain.
Exersize your mind, let it run unleashed.

I may not see the world as you did,
those things on the other side of my windows,
but the pictures I see inside my head
are ones that nobody else knows

Simile: Sade’s Trip to Dwight.

 

Preparations so pressing with air so intense; Pencils like ready rifles. Make a list!
From dawn shattering the sky until the sun’s ray at noon; 

No time for friends or play, making noise like a loon.  
Thoughts are jumbled like big spider webs; 

Lay out clothes, coffee, and clock to wake up our heads. 
Here’s the order for the pantry, as empty as a tub; 

Make my appointment for Tuesday, for my ladies club. 
Jot this all down, son. You’re as sweet as a flower. 

Mom, this is an 80 mile trip. You’ll be home in three hours. 
Inspired by Vic and Sade. Read more, or listen to the audio here: Sades Trip To Dwight. 370604.

Acrostic: Glimpse of Pine Ridge

Lazy days fishing, or lost in a mine;Undertaking new ventures in business or the town; Marriage advice done by a bachelor? Fine. 
According to the almanac, grandpaP knows all the people around. 

Business partners for life, til they get out the rope; 

Nobody could be more faithful to another; 

Egotistical at times, could be their slippery slope; 

Remember Mousey Gray? To him they’re like his mother. 

Alliteral: Face-off with Fibber

Facial features flabbergast me, ranging from flat to flabby. Fabulous freckles fanning across the front. Peach fuzz, or fu Manchu flatter faces. Some have furrows formed from frowning. Faces are fantastic. Without them we would be featureless. 

Wow, that was bad. Consider it took me long moments to arrive at the puny paragraph you just perused. Consider that Jim Jordan did his alliterations on the fly, ad libbing all the way. His technique? Take a breath, and let fly with the words until the air supply ran out. 
Enjoy a few samples. 

Pedigree McGeefrom Pittsburg

The prize promoter of perfect pointer pet pups of Pittsburg, PA. 

Grab the whole show where this is excerpted: Master Of Kennel. 360113

Broadcloth McGee

The big shot Beau Brommel of the Baltimore bachelors. 

Grab the show where this can be found” New Years Celebration. 351230

Carpet Tactics McGee

The common courageous captain of cavalry quick to calculate a campaign to keep cool killers from coming over and conquering our continent with crashing cannon and continually quizzing captives to collect confessions of their conniving cohorts and the keenest kid at cracking codes from the caissons of camp custer to the coast of cold Caledonia 

Grab the show where this can be found: Military Advisor For Army Maneuvers. 390131