Michael T. Miyoshi's Blog, page 44

Your Muse Called

I saw this funny tweet on Twitter (Yes, I changed some of the punctuation. But the thought is the same.):

“Your muse called and she threatened to quit if you don’t start writing. Right now!”

I was amused. (No pun intended.) I was amused because I was already in part of my morning routine. Which includes a quick jaunt to Facebook (on that particular day, to post a link to my blog for a preview for those following my page) and then a looksee at Twitter to see if there are any #SixWordStory pr...

Poetry o Poetry

Erato from Monte Calvo
by ChrisO
Licensed under
CC BY-SA 3.0

Poetry o Poetry you have come back to me
Or else it is I who have come back to thee
I suppose in the end that it matters not
Even if I am coming because with Prose I have fought
When it comes right down to it I just like to rhyme
For the rhythm of writing is just about time
After all, writing flows when it has some smooth meter
Especially when it is that iambic pentameter

Poetry o Poetry I have come back to you
I would not say it w...

Prayers Unanswered

Praying Hands
by Albrecht Dürer
This work is in
the public domain.

We sometime think that prayers go unanswered
That though we pray our prayers are unheard
That we cry in vain to our heavenly father
So we wonder why we should even bother
But prayer is not like a wish sent to heaven
God is not a genie granting wish number seven
He is our Father taking care of us
He knows what we need regardless of our fuss
So when we think God is heedless of our request
We need to remember He is acting for ou...

Poetry and Rhyme

I know that poetry now is not supposed to rhyme
But I’ve been a rhymer for all of my time.
I like the meter, the flow, and the sound of a rhyme;
I might be a rapper, if my mind could find time
To say what it thinks in the time of a beat
That would be fun. That would be neat.
To hear the beat box and say what comes to mind
And have it make sense and have it all rhyme.
But unless the poem is a rap or a song
People these days seem to think rhymes are all wrong.

I should not complain and I reall...

Broughten Is NOT a Word

Bring. Brought. Have brought. NOT broughten. (Nor even brang, brung.)

Buy. Bought. Have bought. NOT boughten.

Seek. Sought. Have sought. NOT soughten.

These strange words and many others do not follow much logic in the way they go from present tense to past tense to past participle. (Or whatever the “have done something” tense of the word is called.)

The funny thing is that these non-forms of words show up in conversation. Not including those conversation that these words do not exist.

“She...

Never Get Discouraged [1]

Sir Winston Churchill
by Yousuf Karsh, December 30, 1941
This work is in the public domain.

Never get discouraged. Ever. Regardless of what your critics say.

With the advent of social media, it is easy for writers and others who post stuff on the internet to get discouraged. After all, people criticize, people vilify, people dislike whatever they want. They can even be anonymous when they do it. But those who dislike and criticize are not the worst part about writing in the social media, i...

Never Get Discouraged

Sir Winston Churchill
by Yousuf Karsh, December 30, 1941
This work is in the public domain.

Never get discouraged. Ever. Regardless of what your critics say.

With the advent of social media, it is easy for writers and others who post stuff on the internet to get discouraged. After all, people criticize, people vilify, people dislike whatever they want. They can even be anonymous when they do it. But those who dislike and criticize are not the worst part about writing in the social media, i...

Goodbye Yukiko [1]

I never knew I could cry so much for a dog.

Grief is a strange thing. It is sad and it is happy. It is maddening and gladdening. It is part of life. Even if we wish it was not so. At least those are some of the thoughts and feelings I have had over the past few years. And while losing a parent and a pet are completely different things, they are much the same. After all, we love them both. And we grieve for them both. Maybe what my wife said is true. Dogs are people too.

Actually, I think tha...

Goodbye Yukiko

I never knew I could cry so much for a dog.

Grief is a strange thing. It is sad and it is happy. It is maddening and gladdening. It is part of life. Even if we wish it was not so. At least those are some of the thoughts and feelings I have had over the past few years. And while losing a parent and a pet are completely different things, they are much the same. After all, we love them both. And we grieve for them both. Maybe what my wife said is true. Dogs are people too.

Actually, I think tha...

Strange Social Media Phenomenon

Botón Me gusta by Enoc vt
Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0

I think I may have stumbled upon a strange social media phenomenon. People like the strangest things.

I have been on social media for a long time now. Or at least it seems so. Even so, I still do not get too wrapped up in it. I do not spend hours on Twitter or Facebook or Instagram. Quite honestly, I still mostly just use it to promote my writing (even though I do not do that much). Oh sure, I like to play the digital voyeur to check on wh...