Dedicated to a girl I hardly know

I was 16 yrs old in 1955. Our family had moved to Houston and I was once again starting in a new school. I was in the 11th grade at Reagan Sr. High. I had met one person , Ronnie Spiller , who was in the same situation. We were both new to the area. Every day I would go to school and see this same girl in the halls. She had long black hair, a slim dancers body, blue eyes, didn't wear make up but was simply breath- takingly beautiful. When she moved It was poetry in motion. Every time I saw her my knees would buckle and I would look at her with an intense longing. Yes, I really had it bad. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her. One day there were a group of students milling around at the bottom of the stairs. I wandered up to see what was going on. It was the "girl in the hall". She was sitting on the floor rubbing her ankle and crying. She had twisted her ankle walking down the stairs. Oh Man! What an opportunity. I asked would you like to go to the Nurses office. She said yes. I reached down and picked her up. I carried her up the stairs and took her to the Nurses Office. I tried to talk to her ,but I could tell she was in a lot of pain so I left her there with the Nurse. I asked her if I could take her home after school ,but she said her Mother always picked her up. A couple of days later I saw her again.She hadn't been in school and was hobbling on crutches. When I saw her I grabbed her books and walked her to her class. I asked her for a date. She said Her parents didn't let her date ,but they would let her bring someone to church. The only catch was I had to bring a friend for her girl friend. Instantly I thought of Ronnie! I begged I pleaded! To no avail. He didn't want to go to this particular church. His Mother went there and I didn't know what I was getting myself into. He tried to warn me. He finally relented and we went to pick the two girls up. Actually we walked up to the church and met them in front and walked into the church. I was brought up as a Southern Baptist and figured I could handle anything this church threw at me plus I was getting to be with "the girl in the hall "(i still didn't know her name.) Boy! was I wrong. People were falling down, shaking, talking in tongues , being healed. then the whole congregation started running around with their hands raised shouting. And guess who the "sinner" was they were trying to save. Uh Huh it was me! Ronnie knew the drill and answered all the questions right, but I stood there not knowing the answers and discovered to my horror that I was on the road to "hell fire" and "damnation" I did the only sensible thing I could do. I ran. Out the church all the way home. Ronnie came by later laughing his head off. The church didn't believe in cutting their hair, shaving their legs, wearing makeup, listening to the radio, watching TV ,dancing,anything of a "sinful"nature. Can you see where I am going here? After that episode whenever I saw "the girl in the hall" I always went the other way. I never did find out her name. Sometimes though when it's late at night and I can't sleep I think of her and wonder. So this is why I wrote:


Dedicated to a Girl I hardly know
by kenny merrell

She was walking down the hall
As I glanced to see her there
Next on the stairs
The sunlight in her hair
From a window
Shinning through A halo
It Lights up her face
No make up Hair tousled
Youth with all its grace
She stops and turns
A statue
On a pedestal
Now marked in time
On nights When sleep evades me
I see her standing in my mind
Oh to go back and speak
Just to ask her name
Or in heaven’s glory
What else did she attain
Did she grow up in maturity
Marry, have children of her own
Become aged and wrinkled
Have dreams of love unborn
In memory I send this missive
I miss her even though
This is dedicated to a girl
A girl I hardly know

Anyone seen Grandma?

I don't know who wrote this ,but it is really funny!





Grandma
by anonymous


The computer's swallowed grandma
Yes' honestly' its true
She pressed 'control' and 'enter'
And disappeared from view.

Its devoured her completely
The thought just makes me squirm
Maybe she's caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.

I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind
I've even used the internet
But nothing did I find.

In desperation I asked Jeeves
My searches to refine
The reply from him was negative
Not a thing was found 'online'.

So, if inside your 'In Box'
My Grandma you should see
Please 'Scan', 'Copy' and 'Paste' her
In an e-mail back to me

a pause for gratitude. Thanks!

Circle of friends
by kenny merrell

I am happy you have let me within

your very select circle of friends

We only meet for such a short time, sharing

never to meet again, but always caring

some of you have become part of me

my smile , my song, my moments of pleasure

Every once in awhile I remember

conversations we have shared together

they make me happy so thanks again

for allowing me to say I am your friend

somewhere exspensive

Carol said she wanted to go somewhere exspensive. So I took her to the Gas Station.

a butterfly

A butterfly
By kenny merrell


A butterfly is a wondrous thing
Multicolor hue on gossamer wing
Nectar sweet alighting light
Pollen for slippers beginning flight
Flitting here fluttering there
Random patterns fill the air
Such beauty is springtime
With flowers in bloom
Sun’s gentle caress dispelling gloom
Winter’s end
Spring brings the news
Beginning again within a painters muse
A butterfly is a wondrous thing
Multicolor hue on gossamer wing

Listening To The Sound Of My Heart

Listening to the sound of my heart
By kenny merrell

Time is a cruel taskmaster
Using my heart to count
The moments of my life
Each beat moves me closer to the last beat
I stop and listen
Feel my chest
Touch my neck to see
Is it still there?
The beat of my heart
Does it falter?
Sometimes when I see your face
I feel an extra beat
My senses quicken
I feel young again
I remember a time when
Just the thought of you
Would make my heart race
Time has slowed me down
But still I feel that slight
Anticipation of a touch
Lying in bed
You by my side
I reach over to assure myself
That you are still there
Every day I worry
I worry about not being near you
It ruins the time I have left
I hope I can handle my death gracefully
We come into the world alone
And sometime, by the grace of God
We meet our soul mate,
I have
I pity all those that have not
They suffer the beat of their lonely heart

A Poem by United States Poet Laureate, Billy Collins

On Turning Ten

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.

-- Billy Collins

"A Thief Of Time" premiere

"A Thief Of Time" By Tony Hillerman premieres on PBS Sunday 11 July 2004 at 9pm.
Check your local listings or go to;
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/mystery/american/thief/

Louis de Bernieres

I found a most extraordinary writer. Louis de Bernieres. He wrote "Corelli's
Mandolin" (now a movie), "Red Dog","The War of Don Emmanuel's Nether Parts"
and "The Troublesome Offspring of Cardinal Guzman" I wish to give you a
sample of his writing. Although it is pretty sacrilegious, it is very funny
(to me). This passage is about Cardinal Guzman and "Beethoven's Third
Symphony" from " The Troublesome Offspring of Cardinal Guzman" Be sure and
read "The War of Don Emmanuel's Nether Parts" first.
(Selection from "TTOOCG" page 174)
"His Eminence settled down to listen to the symphony, and became a prey
to suggestibility. He furrowed his brow as he began to perceive the
unchastity of the music. Dismayed, he went to the telephone to ask the
librarian of the palace to bring him a copy of the score, if it could be
found on the shelves of the long-unvisited musical section.
The librarian arrived , out of breath from the stairs, and handed him a
yellowed and stained Henry Litolff edition that no one had previously
perused in all of it's many decades of existence. His Eminence settled down
with it and flicked through the pages.
His first impression was that of amazement that anyone had ever written any
symphonies at all. There was so much of it, and the composer must have had
to hear every detail of the music as it unfolded in his imagination,
adjusting it here and there in order to achieve intellectual and emotional
effects, tinkering with sonorities , bearing in mind the ranges and
limitations of different instruments. A symphony was a staggering
achievement, enough to make one believe that the voice of God echoed in the
mind of man.
The Cardinal put the record back to the beginning and tried to follow
the score as the music unfolded. He found it difficult, even though he had
learned some piano as a child and he became lost on the third page. He
sighed, and noticed with a start that there were two parts on the bass clef
marked for "fagotti." Was that not the gringo slang for"homosexual"? Could
Beethoven really have written parts for homosexuals? He rang down to the
library again and discovered that "fagotti" were bassoons. He put the record
back to the beginning once more. and followed the music with his finger.
Yes. The opening forte chords were very like the sudden arousal that
one experiences upon catching sight of a beautiful and sensual woman, and
then, "piano," there was a period like the romantic wistfulness that one
undergoes in thinking about her and imagining what one could say to her if
only an accidental encounter might be arranged. There were violent triple
chords like pelvic thrusts---could she be seduced already?---and then there
were the tripping violins just exactly like the teasing and fractional
contact of slender fingers tickling the hairs of the perineum. Then there
were more violent chords like the pelvic thrusts, but perhaps they were
really the tight embraces that one made during the first hugs of relief at
the revelation of mutual attraction."
I don't want to ruin the book so I will stop here but I must admit I
am going out to by "Beethovens Third Symphony" LMAO let me know if you do
read these books. Even the author;s Bio in the back of the book is
interesting. I'll end here . Hugs Kenny

some reflections during my walk

I walked to the library yesterday. I had my little radio and was slowly meandering home when a song came on I had never heard before. I was listening to KYCW 1090 AM. They play "oldies" country western. I tried to remember the name of the song, but by the time I got home the title had completely escaped me. I think it is "When Your Memory Catches Up With Me" (sounds country doesn't it?) LOL The lyrics are really beautiful. I wished I could write like that! I have tried to find the lyrics, but so far no luck. Somehow I have probably scewed up the title. If any of you have heard the song or know it ,HELP!
I have a poem that was a favorite of mine in high school It is called "Memory" and it was written by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Memory

My mind lets go a thousand things
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour--
'T was noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May--
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Emotions always seems to last longer than the witten word. Hugs Kenny

where doth this soul rest

Where doth this soul rest
Does it live within the heart
Keeping life’s timetable
Beating in our breast
At times deeply entwined
Among the thoughts
And memories of the mind
Or must it rest within our entrails
Trailing through the body deep
During emotional conflicts
Or just before we weep

Where doth it rest, this soul
Does it become a flower
Blooming at the grave
Tightly held within the ground
By roots enslaved
Does it drift up to Heaven
To live with angels in flight
Or must it remain earthbound
Waiting for the light

Sing the songs of devotion
Allow your soul to grow
To fill the body cavity
To give the eyes a glow
Follow God’s revelations
And when this time is o’er
Our time on earth blessed
We will have the answer
Where doth this soul rest

thanks to Mary Lou

I have been reading posts of Mary Lou and was very intrigued about Blog, as always though I kept procrastinating. I didn't want to admit I didn't have a clue on how this thing worked. Thank God for women. Carol (my wife) and Mary Lou (my friend) have started me on this journey. Hopefully i will grow from it. Thanks again Mary Lou

Kenny, Carol said you wanted to get started on this but did not know how, so here it is all ready for you to post into.

you can change everything even your password which I will send you in an email.

You can change the template, and you can change the colors, this is just a plain vanilla one to get you going. If you know HTML then you are way ahead of the game. If not, then all you need to do is start writting, and hit Publish Post. and Voila, It is there.

Now, a hint, Blogger is having a bit of a problem right now, so if you are going to write anything you want to keep, write it in word, or whatever word processor you have then copy and paste it into here. Ive lost several long posts.

We can add pictures to this page also, as Blogger has just added that capability.

you can add links, people you like to read, your political aspersions, your religious thoughts, ANYTHING.

This is for YOU!! do not let anybody tell you you need to write a certain way. you put your poems, or whatever on here and let 'em fly. before you know it, you will have a following too.

I will link you to my page, so people will know you are ready to go, just let me know when...

First Posting

Kenny, Carol said you wanted to get started on this but did not know how, so here it is all ready for you to post into.

you can change everything even your password which I will send you in an email.

You can change the template, and you can change the colors, this is just a plain vanilla one to get you going. If you know HTML then you are way ahead of the game. If not, then all you need to do is start writting, and hit Publish Post. and Voila, It is there.

Now, a hint, Blogger is having a bit of a problem right now, so if you are going to write anything you want to keep, write it in word, or whatever word processor you have then copy and paste it into here. Ive lost several long posts.

We can add pictures to this page also, as Blogger has just added that capability.

you can add links, people you like to read, your political aspersions, your religious thoughts, ANYTHING.

This is for YOU!! do not let anybody tell you you need to write a certain way. you put your poems, or whatever on here and let 'em fly. before you know it, you will have a following too.

I will link you to my page, so people will know you are ready to go, just let me know when...