Words Remain

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When I am gone my words remain…
Forever lost in cyberspace
Words in black and white refrain
When I am gone my words remain
Pictures painted on cave walls plain
Left for others who search this place
When I am gone will words remain
Or, just a black and white refrain?

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Frank asked us to write a triolet. Since this is totally new to me, I took an extra day to work on this one. I am making a stab at it and hope it is close to what we are supposed to do.  For more on what a triolet is, check with Wikipedia.

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Typewritten Pages

EER_0454 (2).JPGWords set in stones // not on a digital screen
Lasting impressions carved on paper for the ages
Black ink embossed on each page
Linking past intentions with present emotions
Digital words can disappear in an instant
Book’s printed pages can last for centuries

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Stamp Art: Dwight L. Roth

Self-Published Poetry Book

Our prompt for today’s Quadrille (44 Words) at d’Verse, is the word set, When I think of books, they are the next best thing to being “set in stone.”  I remember using a typewriter like this for many years, when I was still teaching school. I had to type really hard to make the keys cut through into the purple master.  Now everything is done in digital format, which can be lost at the click of a button. Call me old school, but I still like having hard copies to back me up! 

I have included my new self-published book of poems collected from the many poems written for my blog and for d’Verse.

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Peace of Mind

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“What brings you peace of mind and cleanses your spirit?” This was our question for the d’Verse Poets Pub poetics this evening. For me it is not just one particular thing. I love sitting under the trees and watching nature hum all around me. Music soothes my soul, both listening and playing music on my guitar with others. I love going to the Nursing Home each week where I read stories and play music and sing with them. I always come away renewed! But, I have found that posting on my blog each day brings me the most peace of mind. If I have been busy all day, all that mind clutter goes away when I sit in my chair and begin writing a poem and finding a photo or two that I can add to it. Sometimes it is the other way around. If I have no particular inspiration, I look through my photo files and am always able to find inspiration. Connecting with all of you is most rewarding. It is not so much the likes on my posts, but the comments and personal interactions that make what I do here worthwhile. So, for that I say thank you for your support and encouragement.

Sharing thoughts with you
Connecting with such great friends
Brings joy to my soul

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Beyond Imagination

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I have been pushed and shoved all my life

Thanks to friends who cared…

Seeing more in me than I see in myself

Learning to do more than I could ever imagine

From computers to art // writing memoirs // and poetry

Publishing books on Amazon //and writing a blog…

Things I never imagined ten years ago

Susan // Kym // and Tom

Encouraging // urging // helping me

Opening doors to new worlds of wonder

Imagination that knows no end

Wonderful friends all over the world

Communicating with me every day

Keeping me on the edge of inspiration

 

Photo: Ruth Roth

Our challenge today comes from Mich at d’Verse. Looking at learning that continues throughout life, she asked us to write a poem telling about something we are learning.

I am forever thankful for friends, whom I mention in my poem, who have urged me to move into the world of writing. Without their encouragement, I would not be writing this blog.

It is such a wonderful thing to be able to learn to know all of you. Your great writing and words of encouragement, given to me in your comments, keep me coming back for more. I have learned so much form all of you at the d’Verse poetry group. I am now writing poetry that I never even heard of two years ago! Thank You All!!

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Catching Snowflakes

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Self-Publishing your own Book

Inspiration flakes

Fall softly into your hand

Write before they melt

With a little time and effort you can publish your own books.  I have been publishing since 2014 when I started writing my memoirs to pass on to family and friends. When I got into writing poetry, I began collecting my poems on a word.doc, loading them in sequence as I write them. When I get enough I edit, add the introductory pages, choose a cover, and print.

I decided to call this one Catching Snowflakes because inspiration is just like that. If I get a bit of information and don’t act on it,  it was just like a melting snowflake. It disappears! Writing poetry is like making snowballs, packing those little bits of inspiration into something that collectively can make an impact.

I change the word.doc file to a pdf.file so that it cannot be changed when printed.  I use at least a 16 font since they shrink down when made in half size.  A flash stick is a good way to take it to get printed.  The cover is done on a separate file.  Office Max/Office Depot does a great job printing the books for me. With their Max perks and 20% off coupon, I was able to print them for under ten dollars each. I found it is almost as cheap to print twenty as it is to do ten. More pages give you bigger discounts. I get the wire spiral binding with the plastic cover sheets also. They turn out very nice. This is my fifth self-published book. It is a little over a hundred pages.

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Living on the Edge

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This week I now have over 800 followers on Word Press. It is a wonderful connection to the world. To write on a regular basis is to live on the edge of inspiration. To continually find subjects to write about I find I must be in tune to everything around me. Most poems begin with simply a line or an idea and are developed from there. Sometimes I go to my  photo file and find one that becomes my inspiration for a poem. My writing flows from my everyday life. Anything can be a source of inspiration if one is aware of what is going on around him/her. Reading your blogs is often a source or inspiration as well. I try to follow those who are following me. Your comments and likes are greatly appreciated. Thank You!

Edge of Inspiration
Living on the edge of inspiration
Brings everything into focus
Allows one to see and hear
What might have been missed
Living on the edge leaves
More to be experienced
Light and dark it all stands out
Shadows bring perspective
Mind sharpness makes everything clear
Watchfulness brings new joys
Seeing what would have been missed
Small things around us
We mostly ignore and walk on by
Beauty inspires thankfulness
For richness we see and treasure
Not in money or things collected
Simply experiential joy for what is
Recognition of nature’s wonders
Surrounding us each day
Letting go of the trivial
Noting the obvious
But through understanding eyes
Leaving one speechless
Writing rich poetry                                                                                                                         For others to devour

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

My New Book

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My Grandfather Roth lived almost a hundred years ago. I was five when he died, so I did not remember a personal connection to him.  In 1882, when he was six years old, he emigrated with his parents from Switzerland. He was a concrete mason by trade and was very creative in his many interests. One of those interests was raising skunks! He descented them and sold them for pets and for the skins.  There were many other stories of his life that only had a sentence or two in a family history. I decided I wanted to take those small pieces that I could gather from my oldest cousin, and other family members, and embellish them with my own imagination to make a set of stories of his life. This book is the 108 page fictional biography that I compiled as a result.

I am including the story of the skunks for you to read if interested. See what you think.

Skunks

I can just imagine the day my grandfather, Christian Roth, told his wife Linda, “I think I am going to raise skunks and sell them for pets!”  That must have been a real shocker for her. Being a very expressive person, I am sure she probably exclaimed, “Now why in the world would you want to do a thing like that?”  She made it very clear that she did not want skunks anywhere near her house.

Grandpa and Grandma Roth lived in a two story frame house, surrounded by shady maples, at the south edge of Allensville, Pennsylvania. On their property stood a small barn, along with a few outbuildings, space for a garden, and a few small fields behind the barn.

Grandpa was a concrete finisher by trade. He did a great variety of concrete and block work for farmers in Big Valley. In his down time he pursued a great variety of personal interests, one of which was raising skunks. He believed that he could raise skunks, by removing their scent glands.  When the young ones were half grown, he would operate on them and remove their stink glands. Then they would grow up to be like cats or ferrites and become pets to keep in the house.

This sounds like a risky, stinky, far out idea to most of us, but not to Grandpa Roth. You see, when he was growing up his Father, Benjamin Roth, was a veterinarian in Logan County, Ohio. Emigrating at the turn of the century from Alsace in Germany, to Berne Switzerland, and then to America, he brought his family and his veterinary skills along with him. Christian learned from his father how to do simple procedures on animals. It was this experience that birthed the idea that he could operate on skunks and turn them into pets.

Skunks were very common on the farms throughout Big Valley. They nest in groundhog holes, near a fence row, or under a stone wall. Skunks are a real nuisance to farmers. They liked to eat whatever was thrown out in the garbage, and, if given the chance, they would steal eggs from the chickens or ducks. Their diet consisted of a variety of grubs, plants, and even honeys bees.

Grandpa trapped a female skunk and operated on her, taking out her stink glands. He kept her penned up in a skunk yard he built out behind the garage. Using a dog chain, he fastened her to a post near the field.  The neighborhood male skunks came by and mated with her. The pregnant skunk was then kept in the skunk yard behind the garage.

The skunk yard was made by burying chicken wire in the ground so she could not dig her way out and escape. Wire covered the whole yard.  He dug trenches in the middle of the yard and buried some drain tile that opened to the surface. This created a place where she could make a nest when her babies were due about sixty-six days later.

The new little ones stayed with their mother until they quit nursing.  Young skunks’ stink glands are not fully developed. As the young skunks grew bigger, Grandpa thought it was time to operate. Using his simple veterinary tools, he was able to operate on them removing their stink glands.

A mother skunk could have six to eight babies in one litter. Once their skunk’s glands were removed, the mother rejected them, so Grandpa kept them in a separate area.  The descented skunks made great pets. He repeated the process over and over again providing skunks for pets and some for hides which he sold.

My father, Paul Roth, told of a time when he was feeding the skunks and accidently stepped on one of the young skunks. This was before Grandpa operated on it to descent it.  The skunk sprayed him with a stinking stream before he could move away. He had a difficult time getting the smell off of him and out of his clothes.

Grandpa Roth was an enterprising man. He advertised in national magazines and shipped skunks for breeding and hides to anyone interested in his unique and unusual hobby.

When my father Paul was ten years old, Robert Huey, who owned the general store, sold off building lots in the town of Allensville.  All the lots along the highway sold quickly. There were ten more one acre lots in the field behind the others. They lay adjacent to Grandpa Roth’s property. Grandpa saved enough money, and with the help of his skunk business, purchased ten lots at $100 an acre.  These were added to the original six acres he owned. Another lot may have been added years later making the total 17 acres.

Dead Horses

What does one do with an old dead horse? Grandpa Roth’s creative mind allowed him to be a very enterprising person who did things the average person would not think of doing. One of these was getting an old horse that was ready to be put down from a neighboring farmer. Most people view a dead horse as a disposal problem, but Grandpa saw it as an opportunity.

He took the children’s pony cart and tied the old horse to the back. Together they clopped home.  He led the horse down around the barn to the edge of the field where he killed it. They skinned the hide off of the horse and stretched it out to dry, nailing it to the back side of the barn. The hide was later sold to make straps and harnesses.

The boys helped him cut up the horse. The meat from the shoulders and hind quarters was sliced into strips and hung on racks to dry. He made racks out of long poles mounted on A-frame and laid the meat over the racks. The meat dehydrated after several days into narrow strips like beef jerky. He used these strips to feed his growing skunk population.

In a large cast iron kettle he cut up and boiled the remaining parts of the horse. The fat separated and was skimmed off. The cooked meat scraps were pressed to squeeze out any remaining fat. The fat called tallow was put into cans or glass containers.

Grandpa used the tallow grease to coat his shoes and boots that he used in his concrete work. This kept the leather from drying out and cracking as well as waterproofing them. He sold some of the boot tallow to friends and neighbors as well.

The remainder of the horse was recycled and buried in the field. During the Great Depression, he had to do whatever was necessary to make ends meet.

Selling Star Black Skunk pelts was one of the things he did to bring in extra cash. He fed the skunks the dried horse meat and they seemed to thrive on it.  People liked his silky black furs, especially since they did not have any smell of skunk on them. He advertised in national magazines and shipped both skunks and hides to interested buyers.

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New Poetry Book

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This is my new poetry book I self-published recently. It contains eighty-five poems that I wrote for my Word Press Blog this year. This week I passed 300 followers on my blog. I am amazed and humbled that so many of you have taken time to read and enjoy my poetry. I urge you to keep your inspirations alive. Write them down. Take them to Office Max or Office Depot on a flash drive and publish them your self. Save your book for future generations.

Keep Your Inspirations Alive

A poem in your head is good for you

A poem in print or on the web travels

Faster than light years around the world

Read by strangers and friends alike

Can be read by  Great Great Grandchildren

Write down your inspirations

Spread your love to future hearts

Don’t let your inspirations die

 

 

Buffet of Words

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When I started this Word Press Poetry Blog, I had no idea how many interesting people I would connect with from all over the world. Now after a hundred days and almost a hundred followers,  I am still meeting new people. These fine people come from almost every continent and challenge and stimulate my mind every day wonderful poetry and beautiful images. I started with poems from my recent book above and continued writing a poem a day. It is challenging, but very interesting to live daily on the edge of inspiration. I want to thank all of you out there who have taken time to read my poems and share your work with me. Your work inspires me to keep on writing and your images bring beauty into my life each day.

Our Buffet of Words

I never dreamed there was a place

Where people joust words

Where one can sample and digest

The fare of a verbal buffet

And in return

Share their morsels of wisdom

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What a wonderful venue

With choices better than Golden Corral

Tidbits of this and tidbits of that

Scrumptious words that tickle the mind

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Add in photos for dessert

Images that carry us beyond imagination

Challenging us to stay sharp

Stimulating the brain

Words of pain rooted in anger

Healing words of joy and hope

Words of love and passion

All of this and more on our wordpress.com blog