Master of the Obvious #73.....
Be careful with the man who does not smooth his soft cap, back to front, nor his hard hat, front to back.
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O, Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie
Eyes to the Skies
Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
The Dashboard Poet
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If you like what I've brewed, there's plenty more on the back burner. Click on "Older Posts" at the bottom of the last entry on every page. There are nearly 900 other works you may enjoy. You'll find a wide variety of subjects. Give 'em a read! Some are confessional (you figure which are from "real life" and which are fantastical. Only I know for sure). Some are joyful, some bittersweet, others downright sad. My purpose is not to make you happy. But I do hope you see something of yourself in my writing, and thereby cause you to be thoughtful, introspective, and in better touch with your own life experiences. Thanks for stopping by. Come again when you can, leave when you have to! I'll always be here, and the coffee always hot!.
As always, I appreciate your comments. ~ James
As always, I appreciate your comments. ~ James
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- The Dashboard Poet
- Aurora, Illinois, United States
- I am an Irish/Cherokee/American that loves language and is fascinated with words. Nothing about me is remarkable. I am simply a pilgrim on his journey home. I am the great grandson of the Cherokee and Rebel, the grandson of an Arkansas sharecropper, and the son of a soldier. As for who I am...look to those from whom I've risen. I am a piece of the American puzzle. Most of the work contained in this blog have their origin in my experiences. Some of the poems are rooted in pure imagination. You may guess which is which!
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Wonderful Reads for Rainy Days and Quiet Nights.... (in no particular order)
- The Bible (try the ESV)
- Sherlock Holmes by Sir. A.C. Doyle
- Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden
- The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
- White Doves in Morning by James Lee Burke
- Craig Johnson's Longmire Series
- Longfellow....period
- John Grisham---Everything
- Dean Koontz...Everything he has ever written or will write
- Rivers to the Sea & Love Poems of Sara Teasdale
- Sailing Around the Room and Aimless Love by Billy Collins
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