Image: Sculpture made fom junk at the Enchanted Forrest

 

143) This morning taking stock then suddenly a shock

My poems I couldn’t find, panic on my mind

Feelin’ like a jerk losin’ 17 days work

What I’d seen, where I’d been

People I’d met day and night, inspired me to write

A  poetry score an’ then write more

Now amid the clutter I’m heard to mutter

“What’s goin’ on, where’s my durned poems gone”.

 

144) Poems found now once more I’m bound

Downtown cos’ I’ve a mind. tonight’s venue to find

I found the place it’s called Metal and lace

Starts at 7:20 hope there’s poems a plenty

Recite my latest score an’ write some more

An’ when my time there’s spent

Come away with more poems than when I went

 

145) I’d been in 2011, Austin’s junk yard heaven

Using what they got, junk it’s not

Enchanted Forrest, life it gives, to junk, in sculpture it lives

Recycle and reduce, put it to good use

Unwanted items not thrown away

Potential masterpiece another day

Artists treasure enjoy at your leisure

Wonderment, bewilderment

Wood, plastic, mirrors, anything unwanted or old

Turned into artistic gold

Old car part, turned into work of art

Sit an’ for inspiration dream, by the Forrest stream

Then time to be alightin’ before the durned skeeters start bitin’

 

146) How nice to hear the wind make the leaves rustle

Away from the city’s hustle and bustle

How nice to hear the river flowing

Away from the city where traffic’s going

How nice to hear the song of birds in flight

To the honking of horns at a red traffic light

How nice to see squirrels running up and down trees

When the noise of the city brings me to my knees

How nice to leave the city a while

Go somewhere to relax and smile

How nice to sit beneath a tree

How nice to have some time for me.

 

147) Birds in flight, tomorrows flight, through the night

Could be taxin’ so now I’m relaxin’

Written poems by the score on my 2013 poetry tour

Written about mist an’ rain an’ a house being shaken by a train

Written about folks I got to know, even reciting in Mexico

Written outside or in my car, my journey and how I’ve come far

Written poems about the food, even one downright rude

Written at the break of day, come evenin’ I’m still writing away

Written this poem outside, one of many

You can read it for free; it won’t cost you a penny

Written again and again but that’s all for now cos’ it’s startin’ to rain’

 

It actually was

 

148) Seemed like a storm was brewin’ somethin’ definitely stewing

Crowds turning grey, smell of rain on the way

Round Zilker Park we were walkin’ met and started talkin’

Me about my travellin’ time and recording it all in rhyme

Her name was Judith an’ she were delighted

When to her two poems I recited

To her sister Janet and brother in law Terry I was introduced

My book of travellin’ poems I produced

Recited again and it was good to find

More people of a similar mind

We talked a while shook hands, hugged and parted with a smile

Me sayin’ before I came away

“If only the world’s leaders could act this way”.

 

149) sound of music on the wind blowin’

Where it’s comin’ from I’m goin’

An’ soon I’m lookin,’ at a guy banjo pluckin’

Without a care, notes drifted on the air

I sat an listened with a smile but could only stop a while

Then I couldn’t stop no longer

The call of my next gig gettin’ stronger

It’s at a place called Metal and Lace

Tonight I’ll recite, an’ tomorrows my homeward flight