Gregory Lynn Smith Renaissance man in Oklahoma I like it all and even create new "alls"....
What do you want? Some one that can blow glass? Not me, but I will learn it if you are teaching it!
Turning wood? I have a wood lathe and have tried in vain to find a helper or expert to learn from.
How about painter? Yes, I have painted and love the art, but I haven't done it for over 10 years! It is a symptom of our age, that we are too busy to do the things we love, because we need to eat and "Live". I earn just enough to be indebted for the rest of my life. About to lose my house...no gain.
How about Pottery? I love this art! I have done it several times, but do not even have one of my own pieces left! Just a batch of glaze test pieces on a board!~ I want to do this stuff! But, no gain.
So, do you draw any? I draw all the time and have illustrations and designs and tons of stuff that have no category! It is sadly to no end or gain. But I love it.
So, if you aren't any of the above, what exactly do you do? Well, I write music, I sing and play a myriad of musical instruments and some I have not yet met, I can also play, somewhat haltingly. I am good at this, but sadly, no gain.
I wrote the song, "We need the Wind to Survive" but no one read it, no one but Jack even attempted to do anything with it, and Jack rewrote it the way he thought it worked, so now, I assume it just wasn't the right beat or perhaps the notes might help? Still, it was a disappointment.
Yet, I do write Poetry, have many pieces in publications, a lot of those The Best of Poets Books and a very few of those Noble House International books, but no gain.
I write creatively about energy issues and some think my comments are good, but no gain.
I am a Science Fiction writer and Screen play writer, but no way to get them edited so not puiblished.
I am a children's book enthusiast and I wrote a story that is ready to go to press, but for now, no gain, because the illustrations are sub-par and the idea is larger than my ability to write it down. Millions of dollars just waiting for an audience, but for now, no gain.
So, I love landscaping and built this incredible pathway of stone and rock, but it just about broke me to get it done, and so, no gain. So, with all these efforts and all these semi-failures you would think I was unhappy, but it isn't even true! It is the effort that is fun, it is the experience that is the gain, it is the desire to help others that has rewarded me, so to that there is always gain.
And of course, I like women a lot, so I spend time helping my friends and finding others, and there is always a bush that needs trimming or a tree that has an overhanging limb to be cut down. So, I can live with the lack of riches, but I stagnate sometimes at work and invention seems an art in itself, because people do not see the value in things as they are intrinsically set, so sometimes I am frustrated with the world, that sees a building as a function instead of a monument, and sees a window as a way to see out instead of a way to see both in and out and around and through and above and below the levels of common things. So, I like to see things in the distant future, and sometimes they scare me, for I know they are possible, and know they could prevent art, and sometimes worry about present day men and women that do not view life as the shimmering entity that has the ability to be many things at once, depending on your view.
I also like Astronomy and photography and scientific innovations, and future technology, and even UFOs. Especially when there is evidence there is need to understand their presence, if they exist.
I like mysteries of nature and the outer world, but enjoy peering into the inner worlds as well. I like to swim and love to see new lands, because every one has new seeds and new plants and need bugs and new dangers, and new ways to act in order not to damage sensitive systems that recognize you.
So, If I have missed something, it will show up, if I have omitted something it will reveal itself. And if I am mistaken, understand I just don't understand the rules, and you will like me in the end.
Gregory L. Smith gregors@att.net Contact me anytime. Just do not call me at 3 AM. I'm usually busy answering the emergency call from the President....LOL! See, I joke too!
Turning wood? I have a wood lathe and have tried in vain to find a helper or expert to learn from.
How about painter? Yes, I have painted and love the art, but I haven't done it for over 10 years! It is a symptom of our age, that we are too busy to do the things we love, because we need to eat and "Live". I earn just enough to be indebted for the rest of my life. About to lose my house...no gain.
How about Pottery? I love this art! I have done it several times, but do not even have one of my own pieces left! Just a batch of glaze test pieces on a board!~ I want to do this stuff! But, no gain.
So, do you draw any? I draw all the time and have illustrations and designs and tons of stuff that have no category! It is sadly to no end or gain. But I love it.
So, if you aren't any of the above, what exactly do you do? Well, I write music, I sing and play a myriad of musical instruments and some I have not yet met, I can also play, somewhat haltingly. I am good at this, but sadly, no gain.
I wrote the song, "We need the Wind to Survive" but no one read it, no one but Jack even attempted to do anything with it, and Jack rewrote it the way he thought it worked, so now, I assume it just wasn't the right beat or perhaps the notes might help? Still, it was a disappointment.
Yet, I do write Poetry, have many pieces in publications, a lot of those The Best of Poets Books and a very few of those Noble House International books, but no gain.
I write creatively about energy issues and some think my comments are good, but no gain.
I am a Science Fiction writer and Screen play writer, but no way to get them edited so not puiblished.
I am a children's book enthusiast and I wrote a story that is ready to go to press, but for now, no gain, because the illustrations are sub-par and the idea is larger than my ability to write it down. Millions of dollars just waiting for an audience, but for now, no gain.
So, I love landscaping and built this incredible pathway of stone and rock, but it just about broke me to get it done, and so, no gain. So, with all these efforts and all these semi-failures you would think I was unhappy, but it isn't even true! It is the effort that is fun, it is the experience that is the gain, it is the desire to help others that has rewarded me, so to that there is always gain.
And of course, I like women a lot, so I spend time helping my friends and finding others, and there is always a bush that needs trimming or a tree that has an overhanging limb to be cut down. So, I can live with the lack of riches, but I stagnate sometimes at work and invention seems an art in itself, because people do not see the value in things as they are intrinsically set, so sometimes I am frustrated with the world, that sees a building as a function instead of a monument, and sees a window as a way to see out instead of a way to see both in and out and around and through and above and below the levels of common things. So, I like to see things in the distant future, and sometimes they scare me, for I know they are possible, and know they could prevent art, and sometimes worry about present day men and women that do not view life as the shimmering entity that has the ability to be many things at once, depending on your view.
I also like Astronomy and photography and scientific innovations, and future technology, and even UFOs. Especially when there is evidence there is need to understand their presence, if they exist.
I like mysteries of nature and the outer world, but enjoy peering into the inner worlds as well. I like to swim and love to see new lands, because every one has new seeds and new plants and need bugs and new dangers, and new ways to act in order not to damage sensitive systems that recognize you.
So, If I have missed something, it will show up, if I have omitted something it will reveal itself. And if I am mistaken, understand I just don't understand the rules, and you will like me in the end.
Gregory L. Smith gregors@att.net Contact me anytime. Just do not call me at 3 AM. I'm usually busy answering the emergency call from the President....LOL! See, I joke too!
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Permalink Reply by Anita Adams on -
Hi Gregory! I've put my bio up. Yours is quite...uh...unique. LOL. I've put my newest poem on my Looking Toward discussion. Very different from the first one. As I just said, writers like to see their words in print, rightly or wrongly. anita
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Permalink Reply by Gregory L. Smith on -
Thanks Anita, I hope it wasn't too weird, but introspection does that for everyone. I have a poem too, that I wrote two nights ago for Noble House publishing about a potential future. Hope you enjoy it and also that it troubles you...All good poems desire to change their audience in some way... It is called Prefix...
09-28-08 PREFIX by Gregory L. Smith
Pale as the Western Sky,laced with colors of
dingy gray and bronze, the sounds of the wind
picking up the drone of cars driving by and
me alone. We do not see the stars any more,
for the smog has since raised, and the
temperatures soared! Higher still than the
clouds that bore, the scars of yesteryear's
demise. Oh, why didn't we heed the warnings?
Threats dawning for the very world we loved
so much, and yet now, not so? It was prefix,
and a pretext of impending clarity, that
soon, even plants would die for the sole
desires of the rich, too busy to care, or
hear about tainted air.So we stare at the
air and try to breathe, with the aid of
filters made by someone long gone. And wait
for our exit time, for no hope is lost when
death can't stand the smell of us. While
preserved in the museum of natural history is
the mystery that will live again. When the
prefix has been changed and engines run still
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Permalink Reply by Gregory L. Smith on
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OK, so sometimes I get lucky... Thanks Jack. Here is another poem I wrote 07-08-06 which I thought was quite a significant time, all by itself...
OCEAN EMOTION
Ocean Emotion by Gregory L. Smith 07-8-06
Ocean waves soon bearing harm, 15 to 30 foot swells. Blue-green soup with frothy foam, forces us to
regroup at 3 bells.
In choppy Seas in high-gate winds, secure the sails, and try to stay up-standing, with the salt air mist demanding more, from all of us so far from shore.
Each wind-swept wave speaks to the might ship, in a language only sailors know, for years and scars and salt soaked gear, are but reminders of those below. The dead who lost the battle, of those who fight the war,
for the right to rule the unruly waves, and to come back safe to shore.
Smell the water, crisp and clean, cooled by the wind, warmed by the Sea tossed 'round! Not a very
gentle friend, or a kind result to see, on the way to our potential eternity.
Now bearing to starboard, listing to stern, trying to sicken us and breaking around again, to break our
hope for safe return. Yet loss is not on our minds, so current-crossed. While Sea salt burns the cuts on each hand, and ropes are set to hold the forces of elephants and bucking colts, left to soak the clothes and make our meals stone cold, since no pan can stay clean or calm when Ocean waves abound!
Then comes the light from the Eastern side of the storm's vast hoary grasp! Clearing skies are coming fast,
pushing away the grimy dome of clouds and haze, as the day returns to calm our minds from impending doom, and the potential end of outcasts tossed.
No! Now colors unseen anywhere or anytime, pulse through the wave tossed waters! And the Sea's season of wind blown anger is replaced with something other.
Seaweed, kelp, and shiny Shad, dance in a new ballet! And waves that threatened to soon engulf, have quietly gone away.
Our spirits lighten as the blue skies brighten, with reds and yellow hues. And emotion from the Ocean has come around, to a nurturing point of view! For even her wavy lines are now so sultry, silky smooth.
Fresh night air, like perfume still lingers, as we stop to contemplate wounds on fingers, and Ocean anger, as our boat again tempts Neptune's fates. All of us give thanks anew, to the Captain of the Mast, as we go below for a nice hot meal, and to raise a toast for the day's repast!
Sing, Hey-ho! Hey-ho! Woe to those who lost! Sing Hey-ha, So we go, Home to Seas of calm, Again!
Home to Seas of calm!
Nice Sea poem Eh! LOL! Makes you want to lift a tall one, eh mates? Gregor Smith gregors@att.net -
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Permalink Reply by Anita Adams on
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wonderful!
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Permalink Reply by Gregory L. Smith on
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Thanks Jack, I hate it however, when I see a mistake and can't correct it! One flaw with this system. You can't edit after the first 15 minutes.and sometimes it takes hours before you look it over again!..Argh!! The word might should be mighty...as in ...".mighty ship"...Just a foot note, and yes, I believe I was there, in another reality...LOL! Gregor Smith gregors@att.net
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Permalink Reply by Anita Adams on
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Good Morning! Wading through your bio. Why does all of your work need editing. (No one edits my work.) and, why don't you self-publish? There's several sites on the internet. I intend to do that when I get a word-processing program downloaded. (I bought a used computer. It's good but no word-processing program, yet.) I would buy your stuff. My thing is to see my life work in print. I have poems going back 30 years! So I'm going to self-publish a few copies of each book. y'know, I'm interested in writing a children's book. I would love to know what it yours is about. How about giving us a peak? Or is it too scary putting your work out on the internet? I worry about stuff like that. Plagerism. I sent some of my work off for an anthology years ago, when I lived by the sea, and never heard from anyone again. Bitter lesson. I have an ocean poem I'll share with you as soon as I've answered my emails. I'm a singer. What's going on with you saying you're going to lose your home? write soon, your friend, anita
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Permalink Reply by Gregory L. Smith on
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Well, it is a long story Anita but, I am just in over my head with debt from just simple living. Costs have soared and my paycheck just kept getting smaller. Now I am in default and am working on some sort of rework of my original mortgage. If I succeed I will stay where I am, but if I lose, then I do not know where God will send me.
I like Anita Adam's soulful songs too, but is it difficult getting your stuff published, with the same name? I love smooth jazz and really like good melodies. I got a speaker phone today so that I could work with someone in the Musician's group on getting the song I wrote for Pickens Plan published and recorded. It really is a good song and sounds awesome in a variety of styles.
I like country music also, so the melody is the key when it is music. Waltzes and Slow dances, Folk songs,Two steps and swing styles, all seem to find a spot in my tastes. I like Craig Cheqeso, an alternative jazz artist, and a girl named Robin Hackett from New York, she wrote some smooth ballads about 8 years ago with a title album "One Foot, Barefoot" that I totally wore out! Really, it was cool stuff, at least most of it. It was her use of traditional jazz instruments that really sets the mood! Big Bass playing notes at a time and her voice matching the mellow in the strings. Well, it was just too much. Then again I like that song..." You can reach me by airplane" etc...called "Get Here". It is one of my favorites! And the bassist, Bonnie R. With her songs about love and not knowing how it will happen, again, just too cool for me!
I have about 300 poems, some good, some excellent, and some that need to be disposed of, gracefully. It is just something we do because we need it, and we see they need it too! So, getting an audience seems easy, but it can be tough. Even though some of my poems are published, I checked with a publisher one day and he said that if I'd agree to their editing, then I could have a contract. I just said no thanks, since he didn't say I could approve the reworking. It is just like censorship, and great poets do not do it, without some serious controls in place.
I currently have a song for Oklahoma, and I want to get some help with the melody and counter melodies, because it sounds great, but it could sound awesome with correct instrumentation...
I love the Ocean too! I lived in Seaside, near Monterey Bay, so I have been to Santa Cruz and walked the beaches and felt the waves come in near evening time. I was there in 1975 and again in 1979-80. I lived in Pacific Grove one time, then Seaside, because the cost for a one bedroom was almost my full paycheck! But now, I am glad I worked through the shortages and the strange seasons. I never liked Christmas there, but I loved Springtime near the seaside. Many times we found dead Sea lions, or Porpoises, tangled up in seaweed or kelp beds. Once we saw a dead Killer whale, and we were amazed at the animals that were there to get a free meal. Unfortunately, you could smell it a 100 yards away! Still, I loved the Ocean and spent a lot of time looking at the cliffs and jagged sea rocks along the bay. I never could afford a table though! They wanted the cost of a car for some of them! It was wild! Now, I do not miss California and their odd ways. It may be odd here too, but not as strange as the people there! Half need mental help, the other half need a part-time job to supplement their income! LOL! Gregor Smith gregors@att.net -
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Permalink Reply by Monte Smith on -
Well I pulled outta Pittsburg rollin down the eastern seaboard. I've got my diesel wound up and she's....##@%*#@ Screeeech....Wait a minute...this is 2008! Come to present time!!
Okay, again....
Well, I pulled outta Pittsburg rollin down the eastern seaboard. I've got my fuel cell would up an she's runnin like a never before....six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. -
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Permalink Reply by Gregory L. Smith on
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OK, What exactly does this mean? Are you a FBN(Fly By Night) trucker? I'd a never guessed! LOL!
So, if you are bored, I suggest another poem to get you thinking about another time and place....
What the heck was that?
Here I am in my sunset red, grandpa's 50's truck.
Drivin' down the road at a purty hefty clip. Then BAM!
I hears this sound, like the undercarriage ripped!
Wondered if the ol' dang transmission slipped?
Then I just plumb near fergot it, 'til I got on
down the road, and seen this here ol' torchflame,
hopping up behind me like a big pond toad.
Plumb near overtook me, 'fore I figured what to do.
So I signals fast and turns a quick right,
down the avenue. And sure enough it passed me,
'fore it settled on the ground, and I figured out
precisely, why it made so loud a sound!
I still just haven't figured out, how that still came
a running down. Musta somehow left the dang
ol' tailgate down!
Copyright 2006,2007,2008 Poetry.com Gregory L. Smith
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Permalink Reply by Monte Smith on
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LOL! Not bored anymore. Mucho Thanks Gregor
p.s. never been a trucker, never been a trucker wanna be...but I do, for some strange reason, have an affinity for trucker songs. Go figger... -
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Permalink Reply by Gregory L. Smith on
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I have a more intelligent poem for you to ponder...
I know you like enigmas so here is one for you...
Distinct Impressions by Gregor Smith aka Gregory L. Smith Copyright 2008
Today, the Universe seemed oddly strange to me. Everything evolved in a string of destiny.
It began and moved like a script, as the feelings of response; To words, to actions, and the fractions of fractals playing out their patterns from some beginning rift in time,even before I began to see.
Still, the distinct Impressions are mere reflections, defined by some item on a list, drawn up and tossed to our souls, as out we go into the New; That world outside what we were before, yet perhaps just a little higher! So, it stands to reason's mind that everyone is so inclined to follow along, just like the words to some country song, to the pattern on a dress, or answers to a test.
For how we respond are the distinct impressions we get, to the stimulus of conjoining chemicals when thought becomes physical and real ideals.
So, how do we know if or when our thoughts are original, and not just the results of enzymes and receptors taking turns, chemicals being literal?
Does it even matter if we were predestined to find our loves or run amuck when stock markets tumble or someone stumbles onto that next new tool, or toy, or view?
If so,then where do we go to unclog our hearts? Where do we lay the hurts bye, as farmers lay their fields to ly, fallow and cold? And are we so shallow or crude to not see, that answers to the tests have changed and so have we? Changed by fate, education, or destiny, or life experience with the distinct impressions of the inner mind's eye! Just try it and see....
Ende
Awesome thoughts often come at the least effective seasons. I wrote this on 03-09-08 fully 7 months ago, and now I understand what I was discovering...Frontal lobes do not always immediately understand what the inner ethos is trying to convey....Strange how our minds do function...
Predestination is not necessarily loss of free will, just extreme comprehension of the future.
Still, I believe in free will, just controlled destiny. Oddly different, I know! Gregor Smith gregors@att.net -
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Permalink Reply by Monte Smith on
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It's all relevant to what game board you are playing on. Ever contemplate a higher self? Not some removed and separte deity but something...some integral part of you...that is higher up the pole and trying desperately to notify the lower self of which way it needs to direct itself. The higher self sees what is coming and intersections with others that need to be made certain or need to be sabotaged for one's own good.
An anecdote:
I graduated from high school back in 69'. Vietnam and the draft were hot an heavy at that time. and if yu didn't want to go to war you went to college or you committed yourself to the National Guard for six years. I went to college but never applied for a deferment. I was always 1-A. Well, eventually I was called to go take may physical (being drafted was imminent). Two weeks after the physica I was contacted and told to meet with a recruiter at the county courthouse. Of course, I went. The recruiter never did reveal what branch of the military he was with. He told me some of my test scores from the day of tests during the physical had demonstrated that I would be a good canidate for intelligence work. He expressed that he wanted to recruit me for....(who knows what...he never said). Anyway, he asked me if I had ever been arrested. I said yes, twice. Once for DWI and once for false pretense (I switched the price tag on a pair of shoes at Kroger and got caught immediately!). He said thank you, closed his brief case and said that I was not a candidate after all.
Now when I had gotten myself arrested I was feeling pretty damn low and like I was a no good for nothin sort of person. But...if I would have not been arrested I would have probably agreed to be recruited into who knows what. Perhaps my higher self saw what was coming and in the only way it could it influenced the lower self in an attempt to derail this upcoming intersection. It worked.
I have many stories like that.
Thanks for the poem Gregor. I really enjoyed it as I did your comments afterwards.
There are a lot of good answers out there just waiting for the right questions.
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