Poetry

I Can Hear You!

Sharing Space – for the Poetic Diversity Project

Another poem in response to Shawn L. Bird’s Poetic Diversity Project prompt for her Masters class. For March 8th she has asked for us to please share poetry or observations about the challenges and/or joys of sharing a space with others and link it in the comments on Shawn’s blog.  Here is my contribution:

Here we sit,
in our little house.
I’m trying to think
as the ideas come and go.
The light glares from the screen and
I hope the story will unfold.
Then I hear the excited screams
of your laughter,
from the other room.

“I can hear you!”
My thoughts are derailed.
This novel will not write itself!

Then silence,
and it makes me think.
“What in the world is going on now?”

The words are fleeting,
the moments too few.
Our house is filled with joy.
And too soon you’ll be gone,
so laugh and scream
to your heart’s content.
I would not ever trade
being your daddy or
have it any other way.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

My Girls - March 2015
My Girls – March 2015
Writing

5 Reasons I like the Super Bowl!

SeahawksWith less than 24 hours before kickoff to Super Bowl #49 (yea, I didn’t do the Roman numerals thing cause it was too much trouble to figure it out and I am too lazy to look it up), I give you my top 5 reasons to like the Super Bowl from least important to most important.  So, to not keep you waiting and guessing, here we go!

  1. The Seahawks are playing in back to back Super Bowl’s, and yes I live in Washington so you know who I am rooting for. Go Hawks!
  2. Football is an okay sport, and watching with a group of friends is fun especially if a team you like is playing. Go Hawks!
  3. The Super Bowl means football season is almost over and too much of a good thing is not necessarily a good thing. Go Hawks!
  4. The end of football season means spring is just around the corner and … well I think you probably know what that means, warmer weather! Go Dodgers! Go Mariners!
  5. Yep, that’s right!  #1 reason I like the Super Bowl is that Spring Training and finally after a long winter, Baseball season is almost here!!! Go Dodgers! Go Mariners!

IMG_20140528_190408[1]“Play Ball!”

Writing

Mister Snow Melter

Heat Miser 2014

My own unique poetry take on the song Heat Miser from the classic show ‘The Year Without a Santa Claus‘.  Heavily influenced by the wet rain and normally green Christmas’s in the Pacific Northwest.  We may not have snow most years but we still have a lot of fun.

Merry Christmas!

 

I’m Mister Snow Melter
I’m Mister Warm
I’m Mister Winter Swelter
I’m Mister Fifty-one
They call me Snow Melter,
The snow I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!

I never want to see a day
That’s less than 40 degrees
I’d rather have it fifty,
sixty, a comfy seventy degrees!
Oh, some like it cold or hot, but I like it
in between! Hee hee!

He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Rain
Sing it!
He’s Mister Snow Melter
He’s Mister Fifty-one

They call me Snow Melter,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
Too Much!

Photograph, Poetry

A Thanksgiving Eve Poem

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the field.Turkey Face
Every turkey was scurrying, unwilling to stop and yield.

The moon shone bright, as visions of stuffing danced in their heads.
They gobbled as they ran, for this was the night they came to dread.

For tomorrow would soon come, and their fates would be sealed.
With mashed potatoes and trimmings, their glory’s revealed.

Thanksgiving Turkey 2014Happy Thanksgiving!!!

What are you thankful for?

Life, Poetry

The Human Zoo

What’cha gonna do? What’cha gonna do? What’cha gonna do?

When they come for you!

To lock you up in the human zoo!

Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?

We are locked in cages!

Stifled, chained and inside a box for ages!

What now? What now? What now?

Chickens hold tightly our chains!

We moan and cry, as we shower in the rain!

How’s this? How’s this? How’s this?

Slopping through the dark days!

Left alone and betrayed, what ever is left to say!

What the …? What the …? what the …?

Our lives incomplete and hopeless too!

We wake to find ourselves forever locked in a human zoo!

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(Poem #6 of 31, for #OctPoWriMo, just having some fun cause poetry doesn’t always have to be serious. Don’t let them catch you!)

Art, Life, Poetry

Between the Eternities – A Poem

wpid-wp-1409436116985.jpegWe search, we seek to find.
What do we desire?
To fill our heart’s empty place,
with the extravagance of holy fire.
Will we ever be satisfied?
As we sojourn between the eternities,
what can we hope to find?
A raging fire in a single candle flame.
A master symphony in one single note.
A rainbow of color in single drop of rain.
A stretch of beach in one single grain of sand.
A lush forest overgrown in a single leaf.
A year’s harvest in a single piece of fruit.
A story of timeless truths in one single word.
A whole life lived in one single simple moment.
We strive, we slave to find.
Do we believe our desires?
When all is freely given if only,
we would surrender and just believe.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Adventure, Art, Life, Poetry

100 Years From Now

With the back to school season upon us, I was blessed to hear a great sermon by Pastor Tim Wimberly of Living Water last Saturday night about parenting titled “Living Life Together”.  It was about the impact we have on our kids.  He encouraged each parent (current and future) that it is never too late.  We all feel inadequate and unprepared for parenting, when in reality what our children need more than anything is simply us with all of our imperfections.  Our love and our time, not things.  If you would like to watch the sermon or listen to a podcast click here. And follow Pastor Tim on Twitter, you won’t be disappointed! During the sermon the idea for a simple blog post (poem and photo) came to me and I share it with you now.  Remember it is never to late, you will always be their mom or dad!

Fun around the campfire!
Fun around the campfire!

If you are still breathing
You are still in the game
There is still time
The future yet unwritten
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow a blank slate

What really matters
100 years from now
Money, possessions, cars, toys
Things with no emotion
No connection
Time and moments lost

When they look into your eyes
What will they see?
Love, hope, acceptance
It matters
It makes a difference
It will change the world

It is never too late
The moment is now
Too shine a light
Because they will know and remember
The unconditional love and acceptance
100 years from now

~Mark W. Schutter ©2014

Animals, Art, Life, Photograph, Poetry

Addictions…

#MyCoffeeAddictionAddictions may come.
Addictions may go.
Beyond the wanting,
Mornings when it’s hard to rise,
Wild horses drag me from the bed.
Beyond the waiting.
I thank God for the sun.
And a blessed cup of joe. 

~Mark Schutter ©2014      

Happy Thursday Everybody!!!