This Poetry Blog CyranoWriter is Moving! Come, Follow Me!

August 7, 2019
Come Follow Me! CyranoWriter wordpress blog is moving! Bike riding in Utah Lake

Follow me to my new blog at http://www.CyranoWriter.com/Creativity

Hello, friends and fellow poets and creatives! Hundreds of you follow my WordPress poetry and creative writing blog here at CyranoWriter.Wordpress.com. Some of you have followed me for decades! You’ve visited my 7200+ creations more than 100,000 times. And I’m grateful.

BUT this was always a dot WordPress blog, not really my own. So, as with all good things, there must be an end … before there can be a new beginning. And so it is with this blog. BUT … the creativity won’t stop. I’m just MOVING all my work to my own, personal blog. Continue to follow my work at CyranoWriter.com/Creativity.¬† As the LDS Hymn says:
“Come, Follow Me!”

IMPORTANT! IF you’ve followed this blog, you will need to follow that CyranoWriter.com/Creativity blog — otherwise you won’t get any updates of my new work (and, I promise, there will be at least one a day, or more!)

So make certain you visit CyranoWriter.com/Creativity¬†soon. AND, if you’d like, I also have some creative and observational work at my NaturesGuy.com blog.

Thanks! I’ll see you on the other side!

Dave Kuhns aka CyranoWriter

It’s Time To Move — to CyranoWriter.com/Creativity

 

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Why And How I Write: CyranoWriter’s 7+ Years Of Poetry, Prose, Photography And Creativity

May 8, 2016

More than 7 years ago, in January, 2009, I heard a poet read at President Obama’s first inauguration. I thought: “I can do that!” And so I started.
Making a goal of writing and posting a poem or creative piece every day, I put my creative thoughts into this blog. Most are short poems, which I try to make into Haiku (they are in the sense that they are 5/7/5). Some are longer. Some are free verse. Some are prose pieces. Some are silly. Most are serious and observational.

All of them feed my soul.
(Here is a great piece from Dead Poets Society / Robin Williams)

During the more than 7 years since then, I’ve written more than 6500 poetic and prose pieces. Along the way, I’ve discovered / invented three different types of electronic media poetry: ConTEXTing, IMprov, and ImproVerse. Each of these three has to do with an electron delivery method (phone texting, Instant messaging or IMing, and improv voice recognition.)

Some of the pieces are “romantic” in nature (I’m currently single, have been for nearly a decade, so these writings talk about the pathos of that state). Others are observations of either nature or human nature. Many deal with the issues we all face daily. And still others are just thoughts and musings, prompted by my observations of what is happening around me. Some are augmented by my photography. Most are left for you, the reader, to visualise in your mind. All of these reflect how I see the world, and what living and observing and just being means to me.

My hope, my dream, is that people will read my work and “see new”. They’ll think about how they see or what they feel about the things I see and feel. And, most importantly, I hope my writing, day after day after day after day, will inspire others to simply see, to observe the amazingness happening around them, and to capture it in whatever form or style they choose.

People tell me “I used to write. I wish I could write more. I need to write more.” To them — to YOU — I say: “Do.” Because, 7 years ago, I heard another poet. And then, I did.

PS: My work is in chronological order, with the most recent writings immediately following this post. If you are looking for a particular subject or topic, type in some key works in the “Search” bar (above right), and it should bring up all my writing related to that topic. “Prince Charming” seems to be a popular search!

What A Test Says I Am

September 6, 2019

Although I’m not certain this is accurate, according to a test recently taken, this is the type of worker that I am.
With my Just-In-Time and process improvement training, I think the process orientation is a bit low.
What type of role Dave Kuhns takes Sept 2019

Consider Opportunity Cost — Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

August 11, 2019

When I consider
all that may be gained or lost,
I far too seldom
think of the opportunity cost.

Playing soccer or baseball
was never a bad thing,
but I never once asked
what eternal growth they’d bring.

I can think of many times
I went to play in the sun.
But the more valuable games
were those with more than just fun.

It’s the eternal things which must be considered and weighed
to decide if time is well spent, or just frittered away.

Based on a April 2019 General Conference talk by Elder Dallin H. Oaks.

Perfect God Is Not A Perfectionist: ConTEXTing Free Verse

August 10, 2019

My wife posted this on her Facebook yesterday:
‘I created something today and was grappling over whether it was good enough. . David responded, “It’s good enough… why do you think it has to be perfect? Do you think God is a perfectionist?”
“Probably,” I replied.
“No, He’s not. He can’t be… He created us.”
Touche!’
After I thought about it, I changed my mind and wrote this free verse:

Because God IS
just
perfect,
He made us
perfectly
imperfect,
so we can learn
and grow
and become.

Don’t Deny Her: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

August 5, 2019

When you doubt yourself,/
you think you’re not loveable./
What if she doesn’t?

Dirty Rural Church Clothes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 4, 2019

When you live in the/
country, you just accept: Church/
clothes will get dirty.Dirty rural church clothes -- Dirty Slacks

Ein Hoch Zu Willy Tell — Happy Swiss Independence Day (a Video)

August 1, 2019

Warm up your yodeling chords, break out your Alphen Horns and Swiss Cow Bells, and gather round while I (loosely) translate a funny poem I heard a long time ago, while serving as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Zurich, Switzerland mission.
The poem deals with, of course, the story of Wilhelm Tell, the famous patriot who found against the Habsburg (Austrian) empire and their evil representative, Gessler. I don’t know who the poem is by — having lost my copy of a copy of a cassette tape decades ago — but the funniest part of the poem, as I remember it, goes like this:

Sein Sohn rief
“Komm schiess
mir doch ein Apfel von die Birne!”

Der Pfeil traff toedlich …
einen Wurm,
der in den Apfel wohnte.

Erst still,
dann brach ein Sturm des Jubels los!
“Ein HOCH zu Dir, Willy Tell!
Jetzt geh’n wir ein trinken, gel?!?!!”

Roughly translated:

His son called
“Come on! Shoot
the apple from my head.”

The arrow was deadly …
to a worm
that lived in the apple.

At first, it was quiet,
then broke forth a storm of jubilation!
“Three cheers for Willy Tell!
What do you think!?!?
Three cheers! Now let’s go get a drink!”

What strange twist of fate reminded me of this poem? Well, first, it’s Swiss Independence Day (More Cowbell!) Second, as I was peeling and slicing my free freestone peaches (refer to my other videos and articles about the peaches and what I’ve learned here on NaturesGuy.com, and then this fruity article, and then this article on experiential writing on IdeaMarketers.com (since it has to do with writing and creativity), I discovered small worms in the center of the peaches. Yes, I cut them out. (At least I hope I did!) But that’s what reminded me of the phrase “der Pfeil traff toedlich/einen Wurm, der in den Apfel wohnte.”

Hopp Schwyz!

You Might Not Remember, But I Was There — ImproVerse Free Verse Birthday Letter

July 31, 2019

My first born son -- I was there-- July 82
Good morning, my first born.
I know it’s early,
just like it was years ago,
but I wanted to let you know that I am here.
Just like I was there then.

Your mother had worked so hard,
and it was painful,
and she was exhausted.
So she smiled tenderly at you,
said “Hello, little one!”,
and held you awhile.

Then she handed you to me,
and she drifted off to sleep,
to get much-needed rest.

How I loved you!
How glad I am that I had the chance
that few fathers have.
I got to hold you for a while,
right after you were born.
I was there.

That seems to be the way it was,
wasn’t it, for years?
I was there.
No Harry Chapin song
(Cat’s in the Cradle)
applied.

Because of the work I chose,
I was there
when you caught your first football
at six months old
in the Johnny Jump-up.

I was there for your first day of school,
and your first church talk,
and your first overnight camping trip.
And when you stole home with the go-ahead run
in the championship Kirkland National Little League game,
I was there as your third base coach.

I was there
for your soccer games,
and your rocket reports,
and your problems,
and your triumphs,
and your blessings,
and your first fish,
and your first dance,
and your first car,
and your Eagle Scout award,
(and all that led up to it!),
and your graduations,
and your first trip to college,
and on
and on
and on.
I was there,
always so proud of you.
I still am.

Now you’re a father yourself!
You’re far away.
And it may not seem like I am there,
but you are always in my thoughts
and my prayers.
Just as you’ve always been,
and always will be.

And I always want to be there,
if not with you,
then at least for you.
Happy birthday, Itty Bitty Kristian!
I love you.
Love, Dad.

Why Argue With God? ImproVerse Haiku

July 31, 2019

Why do I argue/
with God? I should trust Him. He’s/
always got my back.

Isn’t The Answer Obvious? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 31, 2019

Why is Hillary/
irrelevant in U.S.
politics? She lost.