If you’re like any typical little kid, you’re probably watching cartoons right now and not reading this goofy stuff by that guy with the wacky last name. But once you get through with your cartoons and breakfast you should stop by and see me here at TonyFunderburk.com and tell me about your favorite Saturday morning show. I’ll bet you don’t watch the same kind of … Read the rest…
I’ve written songs and poetry for almost all of my life. You can get an idea of how much that is and what it means to me by watching this video… Early on in my songwriting efforts I basically still wrote poems and set them to music. As the years passed and I gained more insight into the process I began to write lyrics … Read the rest…
I remember looking down at the little globules of mercury in my hand (not recommended for anyone anymore) and thinking…”what a cool couple of shiny, silver dots”. Now, I could expand on the reason why I had mercury in my hand, but I won’t go into that. Some evidence has come out since then that mercury isn’t good for us humans. No, I’m not … Read the rest…
If you’re a football fan, I’m sure you’re aware of the Sugar Bowl. And if you have a sweet tooth, I’m sure you’re a fan of the sugar bowl. So…why do I bring it up? Well, thanks for asking. Today’s poetic piece is one of reminiscence and rose-colored glasses. It’s a short walk down a memory road…sitting beside the road in the shade of … Read the rest…
Where do you keep your pleasant secrets? I don’t mean those darker ones you’d rather no one ever find out about. I mean the ones that mean so much to you. Back in 1975 I wrote about a sailor who shared where he kept his secrets. For some reason I was fascinated with the ocean, and I keep finding old poems and songs with … Read the rest…
If you’ve ever lived in, or still live in a humid part of the country, you understand my reference to a dewy morning. When I was going to elementary, junior high, and high school in Texas, I remember so many mornings where the dew was so heavy on the grass my shoes would be soaked by the time I walked through the front lawn … Read the rest…
“an act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers“…that’s the dictionary’s definition of a soliloquy. When I was a young, dreamy-eyed poet, I fancied myself to be consistently involved in soliloquy. It was because I didn’t think many (if any) would understand the things I wrote about or why. That’s probably still true, at least in part. But I’ve long since … Read the rest…
