Doodling While Dawdling

By Betty Jane Kimpton

DOODLING while DAWDLING is a book of poems written about commonplace occurrences or places, endeavors and desires or happenings in the language as we speak it today. While DOODLING, one may scribble aimlessly, especially when preoccupied or does so to kill time in a daydreaming manner. DAWDLING suggests that what one does takes more time than necessary and time is wasted by doing such in a lazy, slow manner. The poems have been written in such a manner as to incite a rendition of simple ways to express profound meanings of common, everyday situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 30, 2007
• ISBN: 9781465330918

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Copyright © 2007 by Betty Jane Kimpton.

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Contents

DEDICATION

DOODLING while DAWDLING

BITS and PIECES

PENS

OH, IF I COULD… .

MOSQUITOES

DESTINATION

A HOMELESS ONE

PEOPLE WE KNOW

GRASS

YOU CAN DO IT IF YOU WANT TO

FORMIDABLE, YOU MIGHT SAY!

WHERE’S MY SWITCH?

OH!

BLESSED CHRISTMAS TO YOU!

HERE’S TO YOU

THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT

WORRY… . WHO ME?

WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING

ALL MY LIFE?

PENSIVE

GOING HOME

A NEW HOME

HELP!

GOD’S WONDERLAND

PATIENCE

PHYSICALLY FIT!

BUT

INVITATION TO A BABY SHOWER

FISHERMEN

LEFSE, A LIFESTYLE

PETS

SPRING IS COMING!

A REAL BOTHER!

SO… .

COFFEE POT!

WRINKLES

HERE TO HEAR

MY PRISMS

RUBBER BANDS

WHAT DOES ONE DO?

IDLE MOMENTS

PICTURE TAKER!

WAITING

SITTIN’ PILLOW

NECESSITY

PEANUTS

COLD

POEM OF ALL POEMS

WHO SAYS?

LINES TO THREE SMALL CHILDREN

ALL FIGURED OUT

WAITING AGAIN

ACHES and PAINS

MY CLOSET

DÉJÀ VU

TRIVIA

MY CANE

THEN… .

A WIGGLE and A WOBBLE

WIND

DISHES

UFF DA and FEE DA

ALEXANDER

PITA BREAD

FALLING

MORE WAITING

BE MY VALENTINE

SPARKY, PERKY SUBTILITY

EASTER

PRAISE OUR KING!

NUMBERS DON’T MEAN ANY THING

RECOLLECTIONS OF A

COUNTRY GIRL

BUCKIE

HUNTING DAY

SNOWBIRDS

FISHING, FISHERMEN, FISHING

FALL

BENDING

NOW THAT I AM EIGHTY!

LAUGHTER!

THE GREATEST GIFT

FISHIE, FISHIE IN THE BROOK… .

GRANDPA’S LONG JOHNS

GOIN’ FISHIN’

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my brother, Bud,

with whom we have found that humor and laughter

are a necessary part of daily living.

DOODLING while DAWDLING

Doodling and dawdling is how I spend

Many idle, idle hours.

Some aimlessly to kill the time

And use what’s in my powers.

I scribble a note or two, now and then,

The thought just comes to mind.

I mustn’t forget it so I write it down

So at some later date I can find.

It must be meant for some purpose

Other than to keep my brain at work.

It gives me joy in completion

Of the work that I mustn’t shirk.

If work it is called to pen them,

The thoughts that come so fast.

Then this work is the ultimate journey.

I want to be an enthusiast.

While dawdling in time so aimless

The moments are spent as such

In writing with great endeavor

The thoughts that are mine, so much!

If dawdling means to be lackadaisical

In whatever I now attempt.

If it means lacking spirit or liveliness,

I trust I am now exempt.

My doodling is done with a purpose

When dawdling is being replaced

With worthwhile thoughts, though scattered,

Many being done in such haste.

Satisfaction has been my reward,

As each, penned, so varied and free.

I’ll continue this venture forever,

My pen and my paper and me!

BITS and PIECES

It came in bits and pieces

Inspired by things around,

From turtles to pure enjoyment

Or other items found.

It came from old activities

And spread to that now new,

It came as words and music,

The combining to pursue.

It spoke of wind and weather,

It spoke of sunshine and the dew.

It spoke of fun and frolic,

It spoke of me and you.

There were flowers in the message

Of what needed to be said.

There were thorns as well as blossoms.

Be they rare or widely spread.

The time has been well spent,

As the moments were worthwhile

In producing words of enjoyment.

Those my pen and I did compile.

PENS

Colored, fine and heavy,

Each used by its master.

A purpose told,

Thoughts unfold,

Hesitant or faster!

OH, IF I COULD… .

Oh, if I could open my ears a bit more,

And, oh, with my mouth kept closed,

The world would be better off by far

In my ears not my mouth were foremost!

There could be gentle, caring kindness shown

If my mouth would utter less.

There could be love and help in doing so,

The recipient then would be blessed.

If I could just remember to do these things

That do not come as an easy trait,

I, too, would be more compassionate

With whomever I now may hate.

Forgiveness can then be my forte,

To work at it, that I must!

It’s another trait that takes but time

To incorporate it with no mistrust.

To be more loving, kind and true

Is not a natural action for me.

It’s so easy to be the opposite

When with not all I agree.

Oh, change I must, but it’ll take time,

So bear with me, my friend.

I’ll do my best to anchor my mouth,

With more hearing I shall bend.

MOSQUITOES

Is there any doubt, when they are around?

Their time is one of discord

With man to make a mound

Which says… .

Remember me when scratching!

DESTINATION

We’re on a cruise ship named Destination

On a sea to who knows where.

The water is all