How vivid are your dreams? August 14, 2008 9:19 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Health, Mental, Poetry , add a commentMy dreams are filled with color, details, and sound. Last night I was watching a well machine, straight as an arrow, perfectly round one inch thick steel bar. While I looked at the bar from close distance, it hung in the air with no apparent forces being applied to the bar then without warning it snapped in the middle with an incredible, piercing pop! I flinched to miss any shrapnel, and in the process bolted upright in bed, wide awake, with my ears ringing and heart racing.
No interpretation needed. That dream is as clear as the single, ear splitting pop which came out of the dream and into the real world.
add a commentFrom the mouths of babes August 10, 2008 2:13 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Evan, Family, From the mouths of babes, Love, Philosophy, Poetry , add a commentEvan, 3 years old, going down for a nap:"Daddy. Wake up and go store. And play in water. Then come home and go sleep."
Dad:"Take a nap first."
Evan:"Okay."
I love that boy so much! I love all my children.
add a commentI juggle fire. August 8, 2008 11:21 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Of Interest, Philosophy, Poetry , add a comment
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Imprisoned June 2, 2008 2:08 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , 2commentsI want to reach out
But my hands are tied
I want to shout
But have no voice
I could cry
But have no tears
And I could die
But have no heart.
Simple, yet powerful May 22, 2008 9:43 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Communications, Cool Sites, Of Interest, Poetry, Publishing , add a commentTo live, to learn, to love, to leave a legacy. Perhaps our blogs use too many words.
add a commentI cry March 21, 2008 8:14 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Of Being Dad, Philosophy, Poetry , 1 comment so farI hold you my son
And I cry
For I cannot give you all the world.
I watch you my daughter
And I cry
For I cannot give you all my time.
I teach you my son
And I cry
For I cannot give you all knowledge.
I guide you my daughter
And I cry
For I cannot prevent all your mistakes.
I set you free my son
And I cry
For I cannot protect you all the time.
I love you my wife
And I cry
For I cannot give you a better life.
And I cry
Tears of joy
For all of you give me such happiness!
Oneself October 30, 2007 8:18 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , add a commentYou come into this world alone
Yet in the company of others.
You live your life alone
Yet in the company of others.
You die alone
Yet are mourned in the company of others.
Why can the heart not be alone
But yearn for the company of others?
My Entry to the Problogger iPod giveaway October 5, 2007 7:50 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Blog, Contest, Of Interest, Poetry , 1 comment so farMy entry for Problogger’s 6th giveaway is:
iBlog for iMust
I met a guy from Oz
Tim Miller his name
Of SpyJournal fame
We have never met in person
But are friends all the sameSee I was trying out
This fad call blogging
Tim said its more than a game
Blogging is not a fad
It’s here to stayPeople make a living
In this digital world
Publishing their own word
Tim advise, “Check out problogger
A site by Darren Rowse.”Problogger showed the way
Follow these rules
And you can make your pay
In the comfort of pajamas
Sitting at your computer all dayI have yet to make a dime
But Darren must be doing ok
For it’s Problogger’s birthday
And good ol’ Darren
Is giving $54,000 away
Remember, they just needed a poem with the word "problogger" or "Darren" in it. The poem did not have to be a literary masterpiece although there are a couple of gems! At the time of this post, Darren Rowse and Lara Kulpa had 416 entries for their iPod giveaway which includes 4 iPods and 1 iPod makeover. You still have 4 hours to enter.
1 comment so farHave you ever really felt pain? May 29, 2007 7:59 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , add a commentMy stomach hurts. My back and neck hurt. My mind aches. My soul bleeds. I look back hoping to see how far I have come, only to realize, my journey has just begun. I thought they paved the road ahead of me. Perhaps I left the path. This thicket is prickly and dense and makes me long for a second chance. The easy road is over there. No path goes that way. At the end, I wonder if I will look back to realize my journey has just begun, or realize, instead of seeking pain, I should have had fun.
add a commentRumpleskin Red April 10, 2007 7:58 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , 1 comment so farOld Rumpleskin Red
Fell on his head
When he tripped on the crap
Left on the steps to the stair
It would not be a story
Lest be it so gory
He died with his head
In the liter box
The cat was displeased
Torn between where to pee
Use the head
Or the clean laundry?
Ol’ Red caused a quandary
For it was his job
To care for the cat pee and poo
No one else knew what to do
They thought long and hard
About Rumpleskin Red
On how to give a funeral
To this man unexpectedly dead.
He stunk to high Heaven
Of ammonia and rot
No one wanted to touch him
Or explain how he died
So he was buried in the yard
With the box
The cat
And the crap.
Fin.
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Discarded lines (the outtakes have you):
Twice in his life
Red’s luck had his head filled with crap
Once metaphorically
And once by the cat.
Suddenly it dawn
A solution to all problems
What to of Ol’ Red, his pet,
And the mess on the stairs
Fading Light October 3, 2006 8:22 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Philosophy, Poetry , add a commentMy Joy cannot beat Misery
Our Stress weighs too heavy
Stealing away the Happy.
Our Days are filled with constant pleasures
Like firecrackers, numerous, small, quick.
The Suck is like a Nuke
And evaporates all positive energy.
It is all Wrong.
Losing my Fight.
Happiness is always inside June 9, 2006 12:13 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , add a commentUltimately we are responsible for our own destinies
Outside influences and circumstances can beat us down
But we choose between happiness and sadness.
We can wish happiness upon others.
We can gift happiness to others.
But we cannot force happiness upon anyone.
My existence April 3, 2006 7:13 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , add a commentI made the mistake
I lived for me.
What folly!
I lived for thee.
I breathe in
The air you exhale.
I am indebted to you
For the honor.
I live a life
Planned.
Altered.
Unstable.
I cannot let go
Things are right.
Twisted around
Mind fight.
I die
Still alive.
No afterlife
Spirit is gone.
I lived.
Never free.
Trapped.
Slave, of me.
The Fog March 28, 2006 3:16 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , 4commentsThrough early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see
I try to find a way to make
All our little joys relate
Without that ever present hate
But I know that it’s too late
The game of life is hard to play
I’m going to lose it anyway
The losing card I’ll someday lay
So this is all I have to say
The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I’m beat
And to another give a seat
For that’s the only painless feat
The sword of time will pierce our skin
It doesn’t hurt when it begins
But as it works it’s way on in
The pain grows stronger watch it grin
A blind man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied, “Oh why ask me?”
Forgotten Lines March 22, 2006 8:13 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry , add a commentI wrote a haiku
While I slept it was very good
I woke to forget
