Linda Studley

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The Wonderful Bed

We bought a bed, a wonderful bed.
A bed with shelves, cubby holes, and drawers.
We bought a bed that will replace
night stands and dressers. Who could want more?

Of course this bed, this wonderful bed,
is in the back of the truck, closely resembling
three big boxes, heavy and long.
Did I mention there will be some assembling?

Yes, we bought a bed, a wonderful bed
but we may have to work all night on it
before we`re able to say to each other
“You made your bed, now lie on it.”

 

#221

When Your Feet Hurt

When your feet hurt
the road feels harder
When your feet hurt
you stay in your yard
When your feet hurt
Everything feels worse
Yes, everything feels worse when your feet hurt

When your dogs bark
every step is painful
When your dogs bark
please don’t be disdainful
When your dogs bark
Everything feels worse
Yes, everything feels worse when your feet hurt

When your toes smart
steps are all too high
When your toes smart
snails pass you by
When your toes smart
Everything feels worse
Yes, everything feels worse when your feet hurt
I’m sitting here because I got sore paws
Well it’s really hard to move with aching hooves
Yes, everything feels worse
Everything feels worse when your feet hurt
(Don’t be a heel, just rub my tootsies…)

#220

(yep, I’m thinking this one might end up as a song too…probably blues. lol)

The Beautiful Place

I’m dreaming awake, with my eyes wide open
the world rolls by and nobody notices
dreams behind my eyes
oh, the dreams behind my eyes.

My mind’s eye is a beautiful place
where I can go when I don’t want to race
with the rats or the mice
and their constant advice
about who I am
about who I am.

I’m walking away, without moving
and no one suspects that I might be choosing
a path they’ve never seen
Oh, a path they’ve never seen

I’m floating away from the storms outside
my heart finds the peace of a hurricane’s eye
in just being still
in still being still.

#207

 

If you think this reads like a song, you’re right. I’ve already put down the working tracks in Bill’s studio and will be working on this song in the future. Who knows, maybe it’ll make it to the CD.  😉

Epic Ride

When bones get brittle
and even little things are hard to do
will I still crave the challenges
of learning something new?

Will a slower step or weaker grip
necessarily translate
to a slower mind or a weaker wit?
I dare not contemplate

the thought that I may one day be
content to step aside
and watch the world dispassionately
as it goes spinning by.

Will I not feel the artist’s urge
to create a lovely mess.
Will I be given crayons
and expected to regress

to trying to stay between the lines
in pathetic colouring books,
when lines were things I crossed for fun
not caring how I looked.

No, I’m afraid I won’t be one
who goes quietly goodnight;
I’m pretty sure when I check out
I’ll still be pondering why

the sky can be as pink
as cotton candy or as green
as willow buds, and wondering
where the wild geese have been.

So I guess it doesn’t matter much
where I live as long as I
can be myself in my right mind
right up until I die.

So take my hand and a deep breath
and stay here by my side.
Let’s rock out the golden years,
It’ll be an epic ride.

# 188

 

Babel-icious

Yo soy learning Espanol muy bien

well, maybe not muy…

but esta much fun.

Y amo languages.

‘carpe diem’, ‘ glee va’, ‘joie de vive’,

and ‘hasta la vista baby’.

#182

 

I Choose

I choose how my time will pass,
forward, backward, slow or fast.
I decide which words to heed,
the life I lead, and what I need.

You choose which road you will tread
which words you will leave unsaid.
You decide how you react
when attacked by random facts.

We choose, every day we live,
what to withhold to what to give.
We choose what we know is true.
I choose you, I choose you.

#167

My Yard

My yard lives a sheltered life,
shielded from the wind
Convenient
on those cool and blustery
days in early spring.

My yard lives a sheltered life,
shaded from the heat.
Pleasant
on those summer days
when pavement burns your feet.

My yard lives a sheltered life
guarded by the trees.
Lovely
in the autumn, shuffling
through the piles of leaves.

My yard lives a sheltered life
gathering up the snow.
Perversely
storing winter’s drifts;
reluctant to let go.

Frozen Heart – (song lyric)

I thought you might be interested in another form of ‘poetry’ that I write – song lyrics. If you click on this link (it’s the fifth song down) you can scroll down and hear the song being performed (from my CD “Breathe”)

 

There’s a chill in the room

I put another log on the fire

But I know that the flames are never gonna burn much higher.

There’s a chill in the room

No need to wonder where it starts

It’s a cold wind blowin’ over my frozen heart.

 

The ice – began to form – – years ago

Like a glacier creepin’ through the snow

The ice age came then rumbled on

Freezing my heart like a mastodon

Now I’m ancient hist’ry, me and my frozen heart

The Chip off the Old Block

You may think you’re a star, you may think you’re a freak
You might believe that you’re special and unique
But there’s a chip off the old block sitting on your shoulder
and you’ll act like your parents when you get a little older

Get a grip on your load
there’s a dip in the road
O’er which you’ll probably
trip in the road

There are roads to the left, there are roads to the right
and choosing which to follow can really be a fright
and the chip off the old block sitting on your shoulder
may be all that keeps you level when you get a little older

Get a grip on your load
there’s a dip in the road
O’er which you’ll probably
trip in the road

And one day when you sing this little ditty to the kiddies
Don’t try to give advice, don’t bother with forbidding
and the chip off the old block sitting on their shoulders
will keep their feet on the ground when they get a little older.

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