We were suppose to have a different guest host tonight…but somehow communications did not go through as expected so… you get me instead…lol…just this time.
My apologies.
But I thought this would be a great time to explore…exploring, I mean wandering, traveling, walk abouts..if you will…but with this one catch…. Yes the Trololo Guy again…use one of his translated lyrics( it’s in the video) within your poem…or at least see if you can.
This mind of mine
Is but always
On a wondering path
Ahhhhh ya ha yaaaa
Where it goes
Not even I know
Most times
Ya ya yaaaah
I just lets me fingers do the walkin
If only I could keep up
Wit me fingers as they go
Ya-ya-ya-ya
Goes me mine on its own
Fiddle lee dee
Tick tack they go wild
My mine can catch up its on slow mote
La-lalalalalala
Oh oh oh hooo
Oh ya yaaaah
Faster and faster
Where my fingers stops
Is only a wondering site there they go
Runnin away wit me
Nah nah nah they go
Just ‘a runnin away fast
Ha ha ha ho
Nah nah nah nun
Nah nah nah nah naaaaaaaaaaah
There gose my mine runnin away with me
Wonderin just wonderin runnin away with me oh oh oh ohoooooo
My mind went a wandering(yes it did)
I thought they were out(my thoughts)
but obviously,they were hid!(my thoughts)
For,I went to iron me pants and shirt-
but found naught on them but sweat and dirt!
Well,went I to wash them(yes I did),
and finally found me done flipped lid!
So,when ye are home and all alone–
remember to say:”I’m so happy to be–back home!
My mind went a wandering….yes it did.
It went a looking for it’s done flipped lid.
The last time it saw it,’twas in the wash house-
utterly stood up beside a wee small tit-mouse.(it’s a real mouse. 🙂 )
When I asked ‘twhat it was doin,’it simply responded–
“I was lookin’ for me marbles an’ I got all lost and wandered!
And then I said”Oh,ho-ho-ho-ho-No!” You did not!”
“I told you not to leave that very safe still spot!”
Well,me mind found it’s marbles,and it’s done flipped lid,
and I found me sanity,I did,I did,I did!
So,the next time ye do laundry–in the very dead of winter,
make sure ye mind is still–and very front and center!
copywright 11-9-11
by Elfwing/Brenda Brite
The things we encounter when we get very,very,busy. 🙂
Working on a new piece for your wonderful wandering theme,
but in the meantime . . . . a bit of wandering among the redwoods
of Muir Woods just north of San Francisco . . . .
AMONG THE GIANTS
In silent wonder I walk
among these gentle giants
of the forest,
my footsteps quiet
as I inhale their serenity
and savor for a moment
the peace I find beneath
the cathedraled ceiling
of their majestic branches.
And I can only marvel
at the connections made,
roots sinking deep
into the forest floor,
their limbs outstretched
as they provide shade and shelter
to all who gather beneath their canopy.
As I walk along in relative silence,
I delight in those who call
these branches their home
and whose symphony of song
floats on the breeze of this day.
And I give thanks for the view
I have found from the branches,
that almost seem to touch Heaven itself.
And within this view I find a glimpse
of myself as I travel along the path.
And I can’t help but dance and sing
with the trees and with the birds
who sing from the branches
as they soothe my wandering heart.
This is quite a wandering from my norm, but such great fun! Thanks for diverting me from my work, Jon, even if only for a few minutes!
Your challenge reminded me of the time I ran across a yodeling troll:
As I wandered to the gate of a gentrified ghetto, oh ho ho, oh ho ho
I was impeded there by a terrible trilling troll, oh so lo, oh so lo
he was squatty and spotty and his breath reeked of gin, fa la lin, fa la lin
“Jus’ where ya think you’re goin’?” he said with a grin, la da din, la da din
I could tell from his tone he didn’t want to let me in, ah na nin, ah na nin
“To find my true love” was my terse reply, na na nai, na na nai
He spat on the ground and narrowed one eye, ha ha hai, ha ha hai
“For a fix or for tricks we have ample supply, ah la lai, ah la lai
normally I’d eatcha, but bidness been slow, oh so lo, oh so lo;
we can’t find you love, but we can buy you a ho’!” oh ho ho, oh ho ho,
Aieee – ah, aiee – ah, ha ha ho, ha ha ho, ha ha ha, ha ha ha!
Last one now off ta do me own thang over at my place yalll have a great evenin all !!!!!!
WANDERING WANDA
Wanda wandering
Down the streets of ole
Wondering
Just wit way ta go
Up hill
Waz to steep
Wandas legs would burn
Down stream
Waz to fast
Wanda would be ‘a runnin tumblin down
To the left
Waz to short it waz ‘a dead end street of woe
To the right waz just right but to far to go wit out ‘a light
So three waz wanda
Just ‘a wanderin wonderin just where to go
Trollin toterin in the same spot
Nuh nah nah nah nuh naaaaaaaaaaah
Oh oh oh oh oh ohooooo
Ye ye yooooh
Lost on ‘a wandering path
Waz wanda
Just ‘a wandering wondering along
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Hello Friends And Poets!
We were suppose to have a different guest host tonight…but somehow communications did not go through as expected so… you get me instead…lol…just this time.
My apologies.
But I thought this would be a great time to explore…exploring, I mean wandering, traveling, walk abouts..if you will…but with this one catch…. Yes the Trololo Guy again…use one of his translated lyrics( it’s in the video) within your poem…or at least see if you can.
Have Fun and be Creative!
Jon… (A-Rhodi) Roadie :groovy:
Hummm Hope I did this right Giggle 😳 :love: :love:
Here is my poem! This challenge is really not that hard to do…lol!
Hope you like it…
:groovy:
I’m stepping out for a late night dinner and will return bacl later this evening.
Have fun!
Jon
WONDERING MIND
This mind of mine
Is but always
On a wondering path
Ahhhhh ya ha yaaaa
Where it goes
Not even I know
Most times
Ya ya yaaaah
I just lets me fingers do the walkin
If only I could keep up
Wit me fingers as they go
Ya-ya-ya-ya
Goes me mine on its own
Fiddle lee dee
Tick tack they go wild
My mine can catch up its on slow mote
La-lalalalalala
Oh oh oh hooo
Oh ya yaaaah
Faster and faster
Where my fingers stops
Is only a wondering site there they go
Runnin away wit me
Nah nah nah they go
Just ‘a runnin away fast
Ha ha ha ho
Nah nah nah nun
Nah nah nah nah naaaaaaaaaaah
There gose my mine runnin away with me
Wonderin just wonderin runnin away with me oh oh oh ohoooooo
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————————- © november o8 , 2o11
Oh My Mind….
My mind went a wandering(yes it did)
I thought they were out(my thoughts)
but obviously,they were hid!(my thoughts)
For,I went to iron me pants and shirt-
but found naught on them but sweat and dirt!
Well,went I to wash them(yes I did),
and finally found me done flipped lid!
So,when ye are home and all alone–
remember to say:”I’m so happy to be–back home!
copywright 11-9-11
by Elfwing/Brenda Brite
may we all find our flipped lids,lol!
My Mind…..
My mind went a wandering….yes it did.
It went a looking for it’s done flipped lid.
The last time it saw it,’twas in the wash house-
utterly stood up beside a wee small tit-mouse.(it’s a real mouse. 🙂 )
When I asked ‘twhat it was doin,’it simply responded–
“I was lookin’ for me marbles an’ I got all lost and wandered!
And then I said”Oh,ho-ho-ho-ho-No!” You did not!”
“I told you not to leave that very safe still spot!”
Well,me mind found it’s marbles,and it’s done flipped lid,
and I found me sanity,I did,I did,I did!
So,the next time ye do laundry–in the very dead of winter,
make sure ye mind is still–and very front and center!
copywright 11-9-11
by Elfwing/Brenda Brite
The things we encounter when we get very,very,busy. 🙂
Good morning everyone! This is what you get at 5:45 A.M. from me before I’m off to work lol
I have one of Glenn’s characters on my mind now! 😆
Where’s Wilma?
Wonderin’ Willie
Waddled whimpering,
“Where’s Wilma?”
Willie wants
Wilma’s waffles
While wearily
wondering wishing
and wishing
Wilma would
whip up wheat
waffles
Lolololololoooooooooooooo 😆
Loving the wanderings and this blog and wonderful wanderings posted. Awesome All! Happy Wednesday and Big Hugs. ~barb~
Working on a new piece for your wonderful wandering theme,
but in the meantime . . . . a bit of wandering among the redwoods
of Muir Woods just north of San Francisco . . . .
AMONG THE GIANTS
In silent wonder I walk
among these gentle giants
of the forest,
my footsteps quiet
as I inhale their serenity
and savor for a moment
the peace I find beneath
the cathedraled ceiling
of their majestic branches.
And I can only marvel
at the connections made,
roots sinking deep
into the forest floor,
their limbs outstretched
as they provide shade and shelter
to all who gather beneath their canopy.
As I walk along in relative silence,
I delight in those who call
these branches their home
and whose symphony of song
floats on the breeze of this day.
And I give thanks for the view
I have found from the branches,
that almost seem to touch Heaven itself.
And within this view I find a glimpse
of myself as I travel along the path.
And I can’t help but dance and sing
with the trees and with the birds
who sing from the branches
as they soothe my wandering heart.
(c) barbara kausteklis 7-10-11
This is quite a wandering from my norm, but such great fun! Thanks for diverting me from my work, Jon, even if only for a few minutes!
Your challenge reminded me of the time I ran across a yodeling troll:
As I wandered to the gate of a gentrified ghetto, oh ho ho, oh ho ho
I was impeded there by a terrible trilling troll, oh so lo, oh so lo
he was squatty and spotty and his breath reeked of gin, fa la lin, fa la lin
“Jus’ where ya think you’re goin’?” he said with a grin, la da din, la da din
I could tell from his tone he didn’t want to let me in, ah na nin, ah na nin
“To find my true love” was my terse reply, na na nai, na na nai
He spat on the ground and narrowed one eye, ha ha hai, ha ha hai
“For a fix or for tricks we have ample supply, ah la lai, ah la lai
normally I’d eatcha, but bidness been slow, oh so lo, oh so lo;
we can’t find you love, but we can buy you a ho’!” oh ho ho, oh ho ho,
Aieee – ah, aiee – ah, ha ha ho, ha ha ho, ha ha ha, ha ha ha!
here I go again.. hug’s
Last one now off ta do me own thang over at my place yalll have a great evenin all !!!!!!
WANDERING WANDA
Wanda wandering
Down the streets of ole
Wondering
Just wit way ta go
Up hill
Waz to steep
Wandas legs would burn
Down stream
Waz to fast
Wanda would be ‘a runnin tumblin down
To the left
Waz to short it waz ‘a dead end street of woe
To the right waz just right but to far to go wit out ‘a light
So three waz wanda
Just ‘a wanderin wonderin just where to go
Trollin toterin in the same spot
Nuh nah nah nah nuh naaaaaaaaaaah
Oh oh oh oh oh ohooooo
Ye ye yooooh
Lost on ‘a wandering path
Waz wanda
Just ‘a wandering wondering along
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————————————— © November o8 , 2o11
another idea