If you’re a football fan, I’m sure you’re aware of the Sugar Bowl. And if you have a sweet tooth, I’m sure you’re a fan of the sugar bowl. So…why do I bring it up? Well, thanks for asking. Today’s poetic piece is one of reminiscence and rose-colored glasses. It’s a short walk down a memory road…sitting beside the road … The rest of the story…
Where do you keep your pleasant secrets? I don’t mean those darker ones you’d rather no one ever find out about. I mean the ones that mean so much to you. Back in 1975 I wrote about a sailor who shared where he kept his secrets. For some reason I was fascinated with the ocean, and I keep finding old … The rest of the story…
If you’ve ever lived in, or still live in a humid part of the country, you understand my reference to a dewy morning. When I was going to elementary, junior high, and high school in Texas, I remember so many mornings where the dew was so heavy on the grass my shoes would be soaked by the time I walked … The rest of the story…
“an act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers“…that’s the dictionary’s definition of a soliloquy. When I was a young, dreamy-eyed poet, I fancied myself to be consistently involved in soliloquy. It was because I didn’t think many (if any) would understand the things I wrote about or why. That’s probably still true, at least in part. … The rest of the story…
I’ve always been fascinated with birds. And even though I’ve always had a lot of trepidation when it comes to heights…I think it would be cool to learn to fly. Now, I don’t mean learn to fly planes. I mean learn to fly…like…jump off the ground and soar through the skies. How cool would that be? Imagine seeing a place … The rest of the story…
Imagine you’re sitting on a beach by the Hawaiian sea. Ever so quietly, in the background, you hear delightful music begin to swirl. There is no band nearby. There aren’t any houses where someone might be playing their sound system. There isn’t another soul in sight. Where is the music coming from? Could it be the flowers? What about the … The rest of the story…
OK everyboday…what do you say? How about we all pitch in and make it a whimsical Wednesday? I’ll do my part. I’ll write you a poem just for the occasion. Then, all you have to do is keep your whimsy caps on and be silly. Easy, huh? I was just looking at some pictures of kids doing silly things kids … The rest of the story…
Sometimes I’ll pick a word just because I like the sound of it…and then write a poem or song all around that single word. Not because it has any special story behind it. Simply because it can then become its own story. So, one day, way back in 1973, I happened to think about the word “glisten” while walking through … The rest of the story…
There’s nothing like a pleasant breeze to lift your spirits first thing in the morning. Here in Colorado we’ve reached that time of year when we can open the windows in the morning and let the pleasant breezes waft through the house. And it isn’t just the breezes that lift you up…it’s also the lilting sounds of birdsongs, chirping squirrels, … The rest of the story…
If your chain is missing links And your cup is missing drinks, Then I have to say methinks there is a snag… ‘Cause we need all of the parts Before drawing up the charts… Or we’ll feel it in our hearts, it’s just a gag. Imagine, if you will, you’ve just spent the last 8 years studying to become a … The rest of the story…
Sitting in the sunshine one day, back in 1973, a phrase popped into my head. “A time for yesterdays”. I don’t know why that happens. But it still does, and I must say I’m glad. On that particular day, I sat down and wrote a poem to go with the phrase. A Time For Yesterdays Sometimes…when everything seems out of … The rest of the story…
Imagine, for a minute, that there are 7 layers of the heart. The first layer is a deep, dark indigo where the heart is conceived. The second layer is a rich, regal purple where the heart is created. The third layer is a magnetic, cobalt blue where the shape of the heart is formed. The fourth layer is a fertile, … The rest of the story…
When tomorrow comes, it won’t be here. Have you ever thought about it that way? I came up with my own “famous” quote about it. I say “Today is yesterday’s tomorrow and tomorrow’s yesterday”. When you read it, I think it hits you solidly in the left side of your brain. When you say it out loud, I’m confident your … The rest of the story…
How about making this Saturday and Sunday a weekend to remember? “But Tony (you say to your computer or mobile monitor) “It’s just another weekend. I don’t have any plans, money, or ideas. How could I and why should I make it a weekend to remember? What will that prove?” Well, it’ll prove you’re alive and loving life. And that’ll … The rest of the story…
As many of my friends, through the years, can attest…country music isn’t my favorite. Now, before you jump on my case…give my “Bedtime Buckaroos” lullaby songs a listen. You’ll see that I not only play some country music…I even write some. And that brings me to my subject for today. I think it would be fun to be able to … The rest of the story…
Today I’m gonna give you the keys to a wonderful superpower. When I share this secret, you’ll be able to start seeing the invisible. How cool is that?! I know this world seems like a tough place. And that’s because it is. It’s tough…it’s mean… it’s ready to chew you up and spit you out. But that’s just the stuff … The rest of the story…
“Toe Tapping Slippers” was a little song I played maybe twice. I liked the idea of the song, but I didn’t end up actually liking the song. And it was MY song. That’s how it goes sometimes in the world of songwriting. The lyrics were inspired by an album cover. I think even if you’ve read every post or article … The rest of the story…
During the day you probably have a lot of tasks…or lists…or duties. Right? Or maybe you have one main focus, but it requires your attention all day. Correct? Either way…do you ever catch yourself daydreaming and wishing things were different? Raise your hands if you ever had a mother, or grandmother, or aunt, or teacher, or someone who’d say “Now, … The rest of the story…
I’d like to take just a few minutes to tell you about my lover today. And before you jump to any conclusions…this is a G-rated website, and it’s a G-rated article. In recent posts here on TonyFunderburk.com, I’ve been sharing the whimsical writer side a lot more. And I’ve been sharing poems/songs I wrote from way back into my teen … The rest of the story…
Imagine you’re a jellyfish…just jellyfishin’ along, mindin’ your own business. Suddenly you look behind you and see a huge cloud of mud coming your way in the water. You swim with all your might and as fast as you can, but the muddy cloud keeps gaining on you. And you look all around you and all your jellyfish family and … The rest of the story…
