About Don Royster

Don Royster has spent many lifetimes accumulating adventures from a multitude of galaxies. Some of his magic carpet rides have taken him to Japan, the Phillippines, and Texas. Gifted with an insatiable curiosity, a love for creativity and a strange sense of humor, he has been a student, and still is, of everything from A to Zen and back again. Along the way he has written poems, stories and novels about his many adventures and travels. His latest adventure is the blog, Uncle Bardie's Stories & Such.

micropoem for the day: dogs

Even though cats have taken over my house, I do like dogs. Or dawgs as we refer to around my house. In fact, if I ever have a dawg, I am bound and determined to name the guy Dawg. When I was a kid, we had a dog. He was half pekingese and half collie. At least that was what I was told. Instead of having his nose punched up against his face the way many Pekingese have, his nose was straight out and forward for all the world to see. And what a guy. He just had an absolutely wonderful personality. His name was Pudgy.

woman walking dog
the sideway curves, then straightens
dog walking woman

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Deliver Us

Hearing that Tom Petty was another victim of the opioid epidemic the country is struggling with inspired this lyric.

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now

Doctor Death, he’s comin’ to town
Doctor Death, he’s walkin’ around
Doctor Death, can you hear his sound
Doctor Death, he’s taking us down

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now

Doctor Death, he takes the prize
Doctor Death, he’s in disguise
Doctor Death, he’s talkin’ jive
Doctor Death, he’s telling lies

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now

Doctor Death, he’s out for thrills
Doctor Death, he’s doing deals
Doctor Death, he’s giving out pills
Doctor Death, don’t we know they kill

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now

micropoem of the day: one last blast

Well, folks, I know one thing. I will not miss January. At all. And I’m sure a lot of you probably feel the same way. We’ve been getting the cold. But we’re not getting the benefits. You know, like snow. There’ll be no Frosty the Snowman for us down here in mid-peninsula. That also means no snowball fights. Soon enough January will be gone and we might just end up being nostalgic for it.

One last blast
of a winter freeze.
Like a skater
ice comes, ice goes

Uncle Bardie’s Spotlight Song: Songbird

Once a week on Friday, Uncle Bardie celebrates the creativity in others by shining a Spotlight on a movie, a song or a creator. This week’s Spotlight is the song: “Songbird”.

This week I have something special, two arrangements of the same song, both standouts. The first is like a relationship has ended. It is by the composer, Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac:

The second sounds like the relationship is just beginning. It is by Eva Cassidy:

A great song by two great artists. We don’t always understand how much an arranger brings to a song. This shows the skill it takes to be an arranger. It also shows how a good song can be.

micropoem of the day: winter world

The world has become winter. Everywhere it seems to be cold. Arctic ice weather comes even to Florida. The snow hasn’t reached us yet. Yet. But the way things seem to be going, it may be sooner than later. Everybody seems to have weather on their minds. But who can blame them? I sure can’t because it’s on mine.

Still, cold and winter
birds bundled together
the world an ice palace