WE WOBBLIES AND WE SQUABBLIES


SQUABBLING OVER WOBBLES WE GO MERRILY ON!

“No, we’uns may unt go so fast.”

“Yes, we needs hurry and scurry, so Blast!”

“No, all Floppies and Moppies, looky-looky”

“Yes, stompy ones and rompy ones, spooky,spooky!

Dose shadows and darklings creep all round.”

So pushed and pulled and stumbled and crumbled

our friends in fray never ceased moans mumbled.

So tucking of heads and slapping of keds

our friends still made way to uphill beds.

Never failing dose shadows and darkling to astound.

“Why we needs grab one the other round bush and rock?”

“Hush, hush, all bushies and mushies do take stock!”

“What meansies thee scolding us like teensies?”

Why, some higheye must see bye ‘n bye, you crock!”

Always kicking dose shadows and darklings back to ground.

So leaning and keening and pushing and crushing

our friends in straining arrayed on higher mushing.

So heltering skeltering shadows behind

our friends eared and eyed and nosed to light in kind.

Slapping dose shadows and darklings back in a mound.

“Why, how we up so high, how we see whole light?”

“You ever hope in lope with jewely rope”

“Why we not all tumbley-mumbley down with blight”

“You ever faced up, ever traced frowards by scope.”

                                                                                                                                                                              Squabbling dose shadows and darklings into da ground.

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55 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. willowdot21
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 05:18:58

    Why we not all tumbley-mumbley down with blight” “You ever faced up, ever traced frowards by scope.”
    Yes I have been there and how can I believe that I was that high. The fear ever present that the rug will be pulled. You always find the truth , thank you !

    • granbee
      Feb 04, 2012 @ 23:06:58

      Willow, bless you, dear heart! I myself do not find the truth. Truth finds me, all tumbly and mumbly! How do you think I could know about these travails so intimately? You guys out there always knock down the one who would pull the rug out from under me. You always assist in driving the shadows back, back, back–out of sight!

  2. ♡ The Tale Of My Heart ♡
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 05:55:45

    Great post Gran,…. 🙂

    • granbee
      Feb 04, 2012 @ 23:07:50

      Bless you, Zahir! I always enjoy your posts and your links you post on Facebook! All continue to inspire me, dear brother!

  3. totsymae1011
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 06:57:36

    “Why, some higheye must see bye ‘n bye, you crock!”

    Who’s the crock? Got a little lost there. Sounds like somebody’s pissed off.

    • granbee
      Feb 04, 2012 @ 23:09:51

      Tots, you are right on–somebody is lost and has to be “squabbled” back into getting on the right path and get the right attitude to move onward and upward to find the light they all need to banish the shadows. You were not lost: some of the critters were temporarily lost. You were following into the action and the mood just as I hope all readers will do. Good going, sistah!

  4. Julie Catherine
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 09:39:16

    Another awesome poem, Granbee, loved how you chased those shadows and drove them away! ~ Julie 🙂

    • granbee
      Feb 04, 2012 @ 23:11:03

      Thanks so much, Juliecath! Actually, the shadows were “chased away” because the friends never looked back, never actually turned back (although some were grouchy!), never gave power over to the shadows.

  5. journeyintopoetry
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 19:27:23

    Love this one!

    Some of the words in this reminded me of Stanley Unwin. Have you heard of him? He created his own language called “Unwinese” I love him! I hope you take this comment as a compliment – that is how it is meant. And I am not saying you are like him because you are most definitely a wonderful and beautiful original!!! 🙂 🙂

    Love Christiney weeney teeney!!

    xx

    • granbee
      Feb 04, 2012 @ 23:16:20

      Christine, I have heard a tiny bit about Stanley Unwin. I always thought with a surname like that, one would naturally create their own “unwords”.(ha!) Yes, I accept your wonderful compliment in the spirit it was given. I had already been thinking of, and compared to, the creator of Jabberwocky! My maternal grandmother hid her lamp under a bushel in this regard: she had entire sets of “languages” she developed with each separate grandchild, but was never published, except in thousands of family letters! I hope you will pop over to ChristianBlessings at http://ptl2010.com and check out my contributing author post dated 02/03/2012 entitled “Proving Hope with Praise”. This is will give you more of a background on yours truly. I would love your feedback on that post, especially. Thanks. and hugs, many hugs!

  6. Miro
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 21:18:16

    Your blog is brimming with awesome content, so it’s only fitting that you receive the ABC “Awesome Content Blog” Award! 🙂 http://warriorpoetwisdom.com/2012/02/04/1-in-100-warrior-award-and-abc-blog-award/
    Peace & grace,
    ~Miro

    • granbee
      Feb 04, 2012 @ 23:18:34

      Miro, I am so honored you would nominate me for this award. In answer to you, in finding out more about me and what I value and how I think of myself, please check out my contributing author post at ChristianBlessings, http://ptl2010.com, dated 02/03/2012, entitled “Proving Hope with Praise”. See if you don’t think I am a true warrioeress! Thanks once again, most honorable Miro/warrior/leader!

  7. Sue Dreamwalker
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 23:50:36

    “”So pushed and pulled and stumbled and crumbled-our friends in fray never ceased moans mumbled”””
    Very true … I wonder though Granbee.. How many of us never realise how much we do moan.. We need a good shake up .. and I think soon we may get just that…
    hope your weekend is a peaceful one.. Hugs to you… and yours… ~Sue xx

    • granbee
      Feb 05, 2012 @ 00:04:39

      Exactly my point here, Sue–we do not realize how much our journeying energy is drained off back into the shadows by complaining! This is a main purpose of this poetry series–to shake us up! Pray the publishers agree next fall! Hugs, dear sister.

  8. singingclarice
    Feb 05, 2012 @ 00:57:39

    I enjoyed this so much

  9. Raven of Leyla
    Feb 05, 2012 @ 03:16:55

    What a fun poem, skipping all the way along!

    • granbee
      Feb 06, 2012 @ 23:12:37

      Leyla, it is very important to continue skipping along on our journeys. Skipping takes over a lot of the rough places, don’t you think?

  10. Jane Thorne
    Feb 05, 2012 @ 20:07:45

    Lifted away from the shadows as always with your posts Granbee…love to you Jane xx

  11. Linda Willows
    Feb 05, 2012 @ 21:35:50

    you are quite a miracle, Granbee! I am in love with this poem! ““Why, how we up so high, how we see whole light?” 😀

    • granbee
      Feb 06, 2012 @ 23:14:07

      Linda, so pleased to join you in loving the pathway to the light! Thank you so much for your gracious compliments here.

  12. zumpoems
    Feb 06, 2012 @ 04:49:10

    This is like a virtuosic violin solo. Just amazing display of technique and dynamic energetic line after line. For an American, this poem has a very U.K. feel to it.

    • granbee
      Feb 06, 2012 @ 23:16:00

      Zummy, how perceptive of you: I always preferred Engligh lit classes to American lit ones! I am going to take your comment about the UK feel as a very high compliment and as a very perceptive one! Dynamic energy is definitely a quality I strive to infuse into all the poems in this series. Bless you!

  13. zendictive
    Feb 06, 2012 @ 08:14:08

  14. cottonbombs
    Feb 06, 2012 @ 14:01:10

    Rose! This reads as lyrics to an Anthem to be sung to see what we see differently.
    “Why, how we up so high, how we see whole light?” We don’t, we just think we do.

    • granbee
      Feb 06, 2012 @ 23:18:54

      Sorry, dear Peter, but I am forced to adamantly disagree with you here: we DO see brighter and higher lights as we cooperate together and move in peaceful connectons on this planet. Get connected, man! This particular anthem happens to have arisen directly from many of my own life experiences, which continue to be proven in concrete ways even you would recognize! Be well!

      • cottonbombs
        Feb 08, 2012 @ 14:00:36

        Rose! I could/can/never disagree with what your poem meant to you as you wrote it. Still, with all the thought and passion you put into it, you don’t own it when it is in my mind. I am connected to it as much as I am the sunset that I can never save, no matter how hard I try. I am very much connected, so much so that I know if you look directly into the sun you will go blind. I know you kill shadows with light. And I know what I saw when I looked into your poem.

        • granbee
          Feb 09, 2012 @ 02:26:09

          I humby bow to your wisdom, Peter. Point made and point accepted. I suspect where we are missing each other on this lighted highway is in our differing interpretations of “thinking”! I actually appreciate, and need, this type of honest feedback very much. I sometimes get so enthusiastic in my messaging that I am guilty of not finding the replies stuck under the front doorway, if you know what I mean! Bless you, always. I hope you know I consider you a very important blogging friend in this quest I am scrambling up gulleys and falling down creedsides on.

          • cottonbombs
            Feb 09, 2012 @ 07:34:33

            Rose! This is why we write and blog and respond. To test our ideas and see what others have to write blog and respond. It’s great fun, isn’t it? And I consider you a very important writer, blogger and responder in this light that comes on every time I turn on this laptop. Thank you always for sharing with us, Rose. May this light never go out.

            • granbee
              Feb 09, 2012 @ 23:18:08

              Oh, wow, Peter, now you have completely blown me away! I seek daily in my walking meditations for reassurance that the light I am now following WILL never go out! I especially need this encouragement right now, because I am approaching the very darkest part of this critterly quest-sage. Yes, I am just head over heels in love (to use an ol’ lady phrase!) with the dialogue opportunities and experiences in our writers’ online blogging world! Magical powers contained here,don’t you think? Thanks SO much for responding back with such lively dialogue. Love it!

  15. eof737
    Feb 06, 2012 @ 19:45:17

    Funny, I can actually grasp the conversation. 🙂

    • granbee
      Feb 06, 2012 @ 23:20:04

      Of COURSE you can grasp the conversation! You have entered it with your soul, not depending upon a very faulty set of higher cognitive powers all we humans are burdened with!

  16. willofheart
    Feb 06, 2012 @ 23:43:35

    this piece shaken me entirely, I love the Rhythm of this poem… 🙂

    • granbee
      Feb 07, 2012 @ 00:07:58

      Willof, back in the 50s, my homeboy Elvis Presley had us “All Shook Up!” So pleased you are in rock and roll heaven with us on this journey! Thank you for your great feedback about the rhythms of this particular poem.

  17. becca givens
    Feb 07, 2012 @ 07:35:08

    Stuffed with delight ~~ and overflowing with inspiration. Thank you for sharing!!

  18. Caddo Veil
    Feb 07, 2012 @ 12:53:58

    Hey, Lady Granbee–Two things: one, I love “slapping of keds” best; and two, thanks to your tutoring, I just reblogged for the first time–wow, that’s fun!! Thank you, and God bless you abundantly.

    • granbee
      Feb 08, 2012 @ 00:00:22

      Caddo, of course you liked the “slapping of keds”: we like sideways little jokes, do we not? So pleased you are having fun reblogging. Sometimes, you see something elsewhere in wordpress that really enhances what you are doing at your own site, and vice versa, right? God bless you most abundantly, dear sister. I wish I could “transport” over cyberspace and eat some of your chocolate chip cookies. Oh, well, maybe on a different “plane”, right?

      • Caddo Veil
        Feb 08, 2012 @ 14:35:03

        Granbee–actually, they’re double choc creme (not choc chip)–and I just bought 2 bags on sale today, so I’m more than willing to share!! Think I should save one back for my next awards banquet? We’re having way too much fun for “church ladies”–if the world could only catch a glimpse, no? God bless you BIG!

        • granbee
          Feb 09, 2012 @ 02:22:22

          Hey, Caddo, in my part of the South, church ladies invented this kind of genuine fun! Yes, by all means bring on the double chocolate creme cookies! Woo-woo!

  19. worshipandswag
    Feb 07, 2012 @ 14:33:05

    You’ve done it again. I need to read more poetry. I almost never understood this (did I understand it at all) Lol! “So tucking of heads and slapping of keds
    our friends still made way to uphill beds.” Love these lines ❤

    • granbee
      Feb 08, 2012 @ 00:02:18

      Ou_Min_Li, we really are not supposed to intellectually understand all of these lines; we are supposed to feel them and allow them to touch our souls. No overthinking allowed, okay? I am so very pleased you especially enjoyed those tucking and slapping lines, for that is how I move through much of my own days! Hooray!

  20. Francina
    Feb 08, 2012 @ 21:39:05

    So heltering skeltering shadows behind

    Hello Rose, that is a long time ago I heard heltering sheltering! With it you brought me right away back to my former Usa days.
    I came back to read this poem again, you are such an amazing word-smith!

    Ciao, Francina

    • granbee
      Feb 09, 2012 @ 02:28:20

      Wow, Francina, I thought I would have more reactions to my use of “helter-skelter” in this post! So pleased you picked up on that. For I do yearn to draw us boomers, us children of the 60-s, into this spiritual quest. I feel it is what most of us actually wanted to pursue when we were “peaceniks”, you know?

      • Francina
        Feb 09, 2012 @ 21:26:14

        I know what you mean, Rose. Make love not war was one of our motto’s , well we wanted to make the world a better place, but so many of us turned out the same way as we were rebelling against in those days. Sometimes I do miss the get together spirit we had in those days when we would protest against all the wrongs. Francina

  21. claudia
    Feb 09, 2012 @ 04:21:28

    ha..we so easily lose our way and how good is it then if there’s someone who lovingly squabbles us back on the right track into direction of the light…your writing has always such a light-hearted and carefree feeling yet it’s very tight and clever with clearly visible and vivid images….love it…and love how your heart shines through as well

    • granbee
      Feb 09, 2012 @ 04:26:08

      Bless your dear talented heart, Poet Mistress Claudia! How wonderfully you guys support me in these journeys. I am posting a very short one today in about 1.5 hours, hope, hope. It will be about the higher light on the next hill, just visible across a dark, tangly valley! So pleaed you find these poems light-hearted yet vivid. What an honor that you say my heart shines through.

  22. Vampire Weather
    Feb 09, 2012 @ 11:53:29

    There is no one on my blogroll who exploits the language with you lovely flavor. The style and world that bleeds through in your writing is brilliant! I always enjoyed reading Tolkien because of his keen knowledge of linguistics and I think he would enjoy reading you 🙂

    • granbee
      Feb 09, 2012 @ 23:14:53

      Oh, I can imagine few higher honors than to have Tolkien reclining on a golden cloud chuckling over my language flings! VW, your gracious and enthusiastic feedback means so very much to this ol’ lady! Bless you!

  23. Fergiemoto
    Feb 13, 2012 @ 07:28:00

    Lovely rhythm! Very enjoyable.

  24. Joyce de vivre
    Feb 15, 2012 @ 22:19:03

    Lovely conversation in the poem 🙂 It reminds me of the cliche, ”No man is an island”, that in some point in time, we get lost and we need someone to grab us back to reality. 🙂

    • granbee
      Feb 16, 2012 @ 02:26:23

      Joyce, if you will follow these “critterlyfolk” for a while, you will see that they CANNOT move forward on their quest into more and more light without each other. One has ears, another has an eye, another has a nose, another has feet, etc. Interesting that you would think of the “no man is an island” motto here: very, very true. Thank you so very much for your perception and your support. Prayers for all in the Phillipines.

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