Where have I been I do not know Not trying to be mean Just not with the flow I have avoided my website For the whole year Was it a fight Or not very dear I had things to say Writing a new book Posting on Facebook each day I did not look Living life Chasing a sailboat A potential new wife I did not promote Myself And my blog Left all on the shelf I feel like a dog Pure laziness No motivation Almost craziness It has to be frustration With no audience Not finishing my novel It is obvious I did grovel Not doing my best Scared and afraid I did not pass the test Or make the grade But it is time To start a coup I can make life rhyme And start anew Write my novel routinely Post on the website weekly Create a feeling of serenely Using my voice uniquely Make it a passion Write to my heart is content Do not stop or ration So I have nothing to lament
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Bicycling in Savannah
Bicycling is the only way to get around Savannah. There are so many parks, shops, and restaurants. You are stopping and going frequently.
The parks are littered throughout the historical district are cool. I do not have a favorite park. but I like to cruise around all of them. Traffic is not terrible, just stay off the main one way streets and the main east to west street.
Restaurants are numerous and you have many choices. I like the ones on the river with a second floor balcony where you can look at the river. I eat seafood since I do not get any fresh seafood in Tennessee – shrimp, oysters, mussels, and clams.
There are a number of coffee shops, but sitting on the river is best. I am a sucker for Starbucks because they are convenient and consistent. I have found in traveling that most of the time that Starbucks are in prime locations.
Riding bicycles along the river is grand. I enjoy watching the gigantic ships move up and down the river. The air is cooler on the river, too.
Savannah is a great place to ride bicycles.
I am Back on Social Media
Need to Promote My Writing
I have started writing again. I am no longer on my medicine, and I have written a second book of poetry.
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I hope you enjoy my poems. Here is one I wrote the other day:
I Do Not Know
I do not know
I do not understand
I do not accept the status quo
I do not make demands
Lost and alone
Lost and needy
Lost in groans
Very greedy
Selfish
Hurtful
Jealous
Ungrateful
I search
I chase
In church
In your face
I am not fair
I am not emphatic
Not that I do not care
Not to cause static
My every intention
Is to be loved
Not an intervention
Or to be shoved
But in goodwill
Honest and true
Neither a windmill
Nor a zoo
Help me Lord
Settle down
Not with a sword
Or to shutdown
Honest retrospect
Heartfelt transmission
Giving respect
Honest admission
Of my faults
Of my weaknesses
Of my assaults
To my Jesus
Let me bow
Let me repent
Worship thou
End my torment
Restore my heart
According to your will
I need a fresh start
Make my path downhill
Easy to travel
Easy to see
Less prone to unravel
With a skeleton key
Unlock the doors
Make my way
On all fours
So I can pray
Heavenly Father
Forgive me
Bless my sister
Hear my plea
Hear
In Jesus name
My sins disappear
Without shame
I am new
Today everyday
No blame
Without decay
Holy Spirit
Filled
Explicit
Old life killed
Written by: Conrad Birmingham
Feel
Feel What does a baby feel In the womb or newborn Joy and pain are real The debate is torn Torn between alive or what A newborn is alive There is no but It can live and strive What about a fetus In the womb Do you have a treatise Or do you leave the room No regard for science It is living Against your defiance Answers are missing When does the heartbeat Not months but weeks Six weeks like a drumbeat The heart speaks When the heart stops We are declared dead The blood flow drops And life has fled If you are born You are alive with heartbeats But not if you are unborn Who cares if it repeats Then comes your nervous process Developing soon after the heart starts Reflexes begin to progress And pain is its counterpart Yes pain is present In the womb Many will dissent But it is not your gloom or doom Babies move away from the intruder Babies shrink from the abortions tools Babies jerk from the pursuer Babies not understanding the rules How about brain waves The fetus starts around forty days We are on our way to our graves If our brains are not ablaze What is life A heartbeat A nervous system A brain wave I want all three Many will disagree But they are free To argue with me
Sailing the Lee
Sailing the Lee I have sailed Along the lee shore Sometimes jailed A situation not to ignore I cannot escape The wind pushing me hard Unable to make my sail shape Act quick or my boat scarred Wrecked upon the rocks Wrecked upon the reef Wrecked upon the shoal Wrecked upon the beach Why keep the boat Why not swim away Why not jump and float Why not go your way I hate to leave my vessel A good looking ship Easy to sail and wrestle Wrestle and ride on a trip Or wasting my life Hoping to reach or tack To a safe point with no strife With wind to my back But where is the fun Where is the excitement A blast compared to none Enticement and incitement Close hauled along the edge Water breaking over the bow I have not hedged or pledged To give up and quit now Flying through the water The boat lifted high There is a breakwater Safety is nearby But why oh why Do I reduce sail Or tack and glide by Using the gale I will miss the challenge I will miss my love I will miss the satisfaction I will miss the gratification There is nothing like her There is nothing to compare There are emotions to stir There are moments to share I plan to sail on Catching the wind Until the emotion is gone Or just left behind Behind in the docks Or on its trailer Or sitting on blocks Missing its sailor