MENTAL NOTE

"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
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Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Another Fella's Ode to Spring



ANOTHER FELLA'S ODE TO SPRING

Spring makes my heart sing. 
It brings hope when my couch is getting old, 
It shows me once again that life matters. 
All I need to do is open my eyes 
And take a good look around: 
What's there to see? 
Oh sometimes we're so in love with ourselves 
We barely notice there's splendor and class, 
The kind only nature gets to make, 
The kind we humans dream about 
When old age comes a-knocking, 
When given a second chance. 
So here it is again: spring. 
Ain't it a beautiful thing?

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Just keeping the blues alive...

110 comments:

  1. It does feel like a second chance and a fresh beginning, doesn't it? Although sadly that getting older thing is still happening...
    Truedessa will be so proud of you and your spring poem!

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    1. Thank you, Alex. Yes, getting older is a fact we're all too often reminded of. Where's that magic pill when we need one?

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    2. Yes, I am proud that Blue wrote this beautiful poem of hope and renewal.

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    3. I may have accidentally deleted some... um... thing :(

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    4. um, I see it has now disappeared :(

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    5. I know that feeling old feeling can be creeepy :(
      the poem is great though :)

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    6. Thanks. Good to hear from you again.

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  2. Well put, Blue.

    I feel alive again when Spring comes round
    And there is no more frost on the ground
    Outdoors when the sun's rays bless us
    And a gentle breeze comes to caress us.
    I no longer wish to hibernate
    Embarking on a less zombie state . . . lol

    And we all enjoy our second chances
    As time moves on and life advances . . . . :)

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    1. A zombie state, you say?
      At the Eddie Bluelights Bay? :)

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    2. During winter beats all year round
      Would you be making a zombie sound?
      Or sing along with zombie Blue
      Still looking for his blue suede shoe?

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    3. I guess I'd have to get used to it . .
      Or emigrate to a land I flew to it . . . . lol
      If that failed I'd board a big, big rocket
      And find somewhere warmer suiting my sprocket . . .

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    4. A rocket would do
      Would beat a blue suede shoe

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  3. Now just get rid of all the stinging bugs except bees

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    1. Let me make a phone call. My cousin Vinny will take care of it...

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  4. I'm just amazed how fast this year is going. We just were celebrating the first of the year and now we are in spring. The older I get, the faster it seems to go.

    betty

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    1. You're so right. Not to mention the wrinkles...

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  5. Making the best of old age
    Would have to keep the pace
    Nothing pressing
    Just Good dressing
    Would get others in a daze

    Hank

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  6. Spring back around
    Life can be found
    As things spring anew
    And ever so blue
    With only one shoe
    Still much one can do
    For go experience spring
    And have a fling

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    1. One shoe beats no shoe
      And no shoe beats one foot
      And... well, you know...

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    2. As long as you keep your umm wick
      All will pass some slick lol

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    3. Ain't that the truth
      Dr. um... Ruth :D

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  7. HI Blue...
    Happy Sunday and Spring to you...
    And tell me Blue...
    How do you get your Roses blue?
    cheers!
    Linda :o)

    ps...growing old and wrinkly is not an option...

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    1. That's easy. I tell them my life story and poof... lo and behold: they are blue. :)

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    2. Don't be so silly...you have a great life!!

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    3. Just pulling my own leg, Linda! I almost fell for my own joke hahaaa!

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  8. I'm 47 and feel quite a bit older. It's nice to take time out of my day to appreciate what we do have. Spring brings pretty blue roses.

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    1. Three months from now I'll be 47, too, so I can relate, Mary.:)

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    2. Ha, we're close in age. My daughter will be 26 in June. Makes me feel even older. lol

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    3. Very close! So now I'm thinking... could it be I don't have kids because having a 26-something kid would make me feel, well, old? Hmmmmm I wonder.

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  9. Forty-seven, forty-eight, pish-posh: I'm fifty-eight.
    The spring in my step has slowed a bit
    But Franklin and Penny pull me up when I just want to sit.
    If we don't walk to the park they have a fit.
    I obey although by the mosquitoes I'll be bit.
    Then I scratch and I whine till someone pours me a hit.
    How I love to be lit.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. A fit is never great
      Might as well not be late
      Fifty-eight is the new forty-seven
      But does it beat being eleven?
      Beats me, just so you know
      At the Scooby Doo Blue Guy Show.

      Hi Janie.

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    2. What's life without a smile? That's right... garbage :)

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  10. Water each blue rose
    Don't use a hose
    Water with the can as you sing
    A great prelude to this new spring
    ~~~~~~~~~~~
    Jeepers Creepers, what old folks
    I'm outta here before I hit the croaks

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    1. No hose in sight
      Day or night
      That can makes me sing
      It's the darnest thing
      Sound advice from my friend
      Would you mind lending me a hand
      As you know to treat a blue plant fine
      Might share my stash of posh wine
      All presents, of course, but still
      Easy to pour on a hill.

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    2. I can envision Blue in the middle of the night
      When the can calls to him, not out of fright
      The rose grabs her throat and begs, Blue, please
      "I'm dying of thirst, of this I don't tease"
      The world lives in silence with snoring abated
      "Screw it" says Blue, "Sleep is far over-rated."
      Out to the water-shed, Blue ran like a rabbit
      Donned apron and can like a monk in his habit
      Blue waters away till the rise of the sun
      A Good Man's Work is Absolutely, Definitely, Positively Never Done
      ~~~~~~
      OK I'm available to help for a swig of the bounty

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    3. One swig coming up
      No need for a cup
      When a bottle will do
      And I'll raise you a Scooby Doo
      Done is for the dead
      Too much going on inside my head
      Like watering the plants and stuff
      Too much is not enough
      Or maybe it is
      Doing the watering biz

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  11. Spring, when everything seems to come alive again. It is the happiest season for me. I love all of the pinks and purples and yellows and blues. I just hope the warm February we had didn't stunt my flower's growth this year since it forced them to start popping out of the ground, then Mother Nature turned into a bitch again and dumped more cold and snow on us.

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  12. I hate spring, it threatens me with summer when fat pork cracklings like me melt

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    1. Booo! Spring is awesome! And you aren't going to melt dahlink. You aren't the Wicked Witch of the West ♥

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    2. Boooo plus infinity! Tell him, Theresa!

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  13. Very nice poem, Blue. I love Spring and the feel of "new beginnings". Well right up to the point that Mary pointed out how old she's feeling at 47 and now I realize that I am ancient. I better try harder to focus on how life affirming Springtime is while I can.

    Lovin' your blue roses. You seem to have a green thumb or blue thumb or some kind of thumb.

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    1. While we can is the best we can do, Cheryl. Smell the roses. Spring is a beautiful thing. :)

      Did you say, "ancient"?

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  14. Love the part about "Oh sometimes we're so in love with ourselves / We barely notice there's splendor and class, /
    The kind only nature gets to make," etc. Reminds me of someone, somewhere...

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  15. Spring is does make the heart sing
    nature is once again coloring
    outside the lines that human's draw
    beauty is often found in the flaw

    you've planted the elusive blue rose
    nurture it, watch it bloom and grow
    blue is a wondrous hue, look at the sky
    arise from winter's sleep, open your eyes

    sojourn begins, with or without the shoe
    awakening to the picturesque view
    second chance in the game called life
    open your heart, let it take flight....

    it all begins with wonderful you
    believe me, because it's true

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    1. ps - this one is for you...get off that couch...

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    2. Thanks for the poem, True. How does one get off a couch?

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    3. Is that a rhetorical question? The couch is matter and energy creates movement So, rev up some energy and find a way ...

      Just keepin' the Blues Alive
      Two busy bees in a hive

      Sounds like a song.., hmm

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    4. It sure does. Now, since my current couch is pretty much on the verge of collapse, I ordered a brand new one, a couch so big I'll snore like a boar dreaming about, but not remembering, that Bora Bora shore.

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    5. You, too, True. I was just taking another nap. Not feeling too well. Exhausted is my middle name, you know :)

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    6. Will you be napping on your new couch? Move over I am tired too, I can't shake this bug, I've had it for 3 weeks :(

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    7. Oh darn... 3 weeks? The couch isn't due until June 1, but I'll move over anyway. Kill that bug.

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    8. How are you Blue? I am tired,

      We're just two bees in a hive
      trying to keep the blues alive
      We're dreamin' of golden honey
      Tryin' to make a little money...

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    9. Just working my butt off, is all. Thanks for the email. :) Wouldn't mind some of that golden honey.

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  16. It really is a beautiful thing. And so are those blue flowers you've got going.

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    1. They say beauty is only skin deep. No, it's not.

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  17. Love the happy spring song poem Blue ~ I didn't know you can pen a poem but spring brings out the "new" from us ~ Enjoy your week ~

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    1. Well, here's my favorite one: CLICK! I wrote it with Truedessa. She brings out the best in me.

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  18. Beautiful poem Blue! And, you look adorable in those field of flowers! I have to admit, Spring and Summer are not my favourite, but I do appreciate the change of the seasons! Take Care!

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    1. Thank you! Yes, don't you just love my blue roses? :)

      So which is your favorite season: fall or winter?

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  19. Happy spring-ing to you my friend!

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    1. Ah there you are. Happy spring-ing to you, Rooth!

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  20. I enjoyed reading this piece. Well done.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  21. I love me so me...no wait, that was supposed to say, I love me so spring ;)

    There's something about spring that brings hope. The renewal of life and seeing color again after all those months of cold and drab and gray and blah! Bring it on spring!

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    1. oops, typo...I love me some spring :)

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    2. I swear I thought you we're telling spring how much you loved yourself :)

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  22. Spring does bring out the best in our emotions. It always just feels happy and new. I love it!!

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    1. It's always something to really look forward to. :)

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  23. It sure is, Blue. As is Autumn, for that matter. That's the season here in NZ at the moment. And as we're in the process of moving house, I am hugely grateful for the cooler weather!

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    1. I can imagine, Wendy. Not to mention that moving house is quite a big step.

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    2. Good luck with the house move Wendy. You are missed in the blogosphere and I hope life is treating you kindly.

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    3. Aww thanks, EC. Funnily enough I have just this minute deleted my blog ... but, I am in the throws of stating another one. Will keep you posted :)

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  24. Spring is delightful. However, like Wendy I am loving Autumn though. Cooler days. Nights where it isn't too hot to sleep...

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    1. Nights where you don't have to worry about dehydration and instant death while you're dreaming of cooler days. I hear ya.

      So you're a friend of Wendy's, too? That's wonderful.

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  25. I got a new blog. If you're interested ...

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  26. I'm hopeless. http://theriddleofthesands.blogspot.co.nz/

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  27. I'm bloody well ready for spring, my blue friend. Hope you are well.

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  28. What a wonderful poem! I also loved the colorful image. Happy spring, Blue!

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  29. I love spring. I've already planted my garden for the year, set out the new solar lights, and am ready to lounge in the hammock I set up and write peacefully away on my notepad.

    Wow, I can't believe I just said that... and liked it. Is this what getting old feels like?

    (Oh, and my garden is missing those blue roses, so if you could kindly pass along some seeds and hook a brother up...)

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    1. Always ready to hook a bro up. Do mind the thorns, though. They tend to turn macho guys into weeping willows. Are you telling me you're feeling old? Say it ain't so.

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  30. Spring is a lovely time. All the best Blue and so cute seeing you water some flowers. :)

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    1. It sure is a lovely time. I dare say it makes some of us feel young again. Yes, my blue fingers are actually green fingers. Maybe it isn't water I'm pouring there. It might be bourbon :)

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  31. You know, "spring" in Florida means mid 80's. We occasionally get spring-like weather in December or January.

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    1. That's one hot spring, all right. Do those mid 80s come with a pool?

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  32. Oh look at those blue roses. Could I get you to come to my garden?:)

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  33. The maiden of hope,
    Cloaks the land with innocence.
    Reborn with fresh eyes.

    It's my favourite season, Blue. :)

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  34. Spring sprung for you, while Autumn fell on me.

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  35. Spring is a wonderful season, closely followed by Autumn.

    All the best Jan

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    1. It sure is, Jan. Thanks for stopping by. :)

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  36. Nature does indeed have splendor and class that puts us to shame.
    Blue, I hope you are energized and out enjoying the sunshine.

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    1. I'm tired 24/7 but a ray of sunshine does boost by energy level :)

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  37. Happy Spring. I love the blue flowers. You're doing a good job of keeping them watered!

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