Happy Anniversary YWWY

Got a notification from WordPress saying “Happy Anniversary!”. I was slightly confused as my main blog, Zelly & Ol’ Hem’swas reaching 5 months old. I skimmed to the next line and read

You registered on WordPress.com 4 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Holy moly four years ago today I started Your Way With Words and started my journey through the world of blogging. Happy anniversary YWWY! 🙂

Poetry Games: George Gershwin

I finished watching An American in Paris (1951) and figured I should play the game out of Gershwin’s music. Here we go!

In the “Summertime”

On a “foggy day”

There was an “American in Paris”.

The American,

a tall, handsome fella,

sure could dance.

he would put on a “funny face”

when he would “strike that bass”.

A “fascinating rhythm” he had.

He would always joke

“‘The can’t take that away from


He was “someone to watch

over me”,

“the man I love”,

“but not for me”.

Good sir,

“embraceable you”,

“‘s wonderful”.

“I got rhythm” now.

It’s a wonderful

“Rhapsody in blue”

So “strike up the band”

with the “Cuban overture”

because “they can’t take

that away from me!”

Hello Again!

Hello ladies and gents!

It’s been awhile, I know. Took a hiatus to focus on school and work but I’m back now. Well, sort of. Though no journey truly never ends, and YWWY is no exception, new roads open up. Roads you never would have expected.  That being said, I have a new blog, Zelly & Ol’ Hem’s, which started in March 2017. Yes, it’s named after the adventurous spirits of Zelda Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway. 🙂

You’ll find favorites like the Quote of the Day and movie recommendations and new content like poems and what I like to call “Thoughts on Things”. Hate change? Don’t worry. This site isn’t going anywhere. Check out the YWWY archives.

Hope you will give Zelly & Ol’ Hem’s a chance.

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Thank you for all your support my fellow followers! Merci! Спасибо! شكرا !

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Poetry: The Clash

Some of my nerdier friends and I like to play this game in which we have to create a poem using song titles from a musician or band. Actually came up with this one using Clash songs two summers ago while wandering out the fancy chocolate section in the grocery store.


Oh you.

“Rudie can’t fail” we thought.

What a pitiful thought!

Rudie, if you are going to “Rock the Casbah”

As you get “Lost in the Supermarket” with “Janie Jones”

Then I shall ask you this “Should I Stay or Should I Go”?

“I Fought the Law” with “Police & Thieves”

by throwing “Spanish Bombs” at a “White Riot”

while driving my “Brand New Cadillac”.

Hurry up Rudie as the clock is ticking.

I’m trying to escape on a “Train in Vain”

to the Mother country because “London Calling”.


Note: I do not own any of these titles, so any party involved with Joe Strummer’s estate or The Clash in general: please don’t sue me.

The Fickle Things

We find that time
is a fickle thing.
We are actually
Quite, quite wrong.
What we don’t realize
is that we are
the fickle things.
We fear change
Yet we are
Constantly changing.
Growing, learning.
We support things,
Yet when the time comes,
We cut the chord,
Close the shop,
Hoping to never be seen again.

Time remains constant,
Always forward, never backward.
Always and forever there.
Time haunts us,
tempts us,
provokes us to return
to that place we once knew.
That place we now yearn.
Ironic, n’est-ce pas?

That place.
The sights of Jiffy 620s on display,
Of curiosities on shelves,
Of groovy artwork on faded walls.
The smells of cigars,
Of high quality coffee at low prices,
of home.
The sounds of laughter,
of love in bloom,
of philosophical talks and debates.
Now replaced by
the flashing of phone cameras,
modern and sleek boutiques,
the crowds of foreign folks.
Not a single familiar face in sight.

We find that time
is a fickle thing.
We are indeed
quite quite wrong.
The person you were then,
the person you yearn to be again,
the person you are now,
Are as strange as the places
Not a single familiar face in sight.


In high school they say

“The real world is XYZ.”

You fear it,

You wonder about it,

You desire it.


Off to college and they say

“The real world is XYZ.”

You fear it as you near it.

You desire it to get out to it.

You are in it.


The real world is here

And you find yourself


As the rules were always the


High school cliques,

Robotic hours,

Maddening thoughts to get



In the world they say

“The real world is XYZ.”

But we all know

XYZ is the current


February 12, 2015

“Remember that there is only one important time and its Now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the persone with whom you are, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future. The most important pursuit is making that person, the one standing by your side, HAPPY, for that alone is the pursuit of life.”

– Leo Tolstoy

February 9, 2015

“Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.” – Leo Tolstoy

Go Set a Watchman

Harper Lee is Publishing a Sequel to To Kill a Mockingbird. (Harper Bazaar)

Oh. My. GOD. YES!

Harper Lee, now 88 year olds, author of the fantastic and amazing To Kill a Mockingbird has announced a sequel to the novel. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes a million times yes. That was hands down on my top three reads when I was in high school (along with Great Gatsby and In Cold Blood). Go Set a Watchman will be published on July 14. It tells the story of Scout, the protagonist in TKAM, as an adult. She has returned to Maycomb from New York to visit her father, Atticus. The article also tells of Lee’s inspiration and the funny story of these two books. So ladies and gentleman, go find a watchman and SET YOUR TIMERS! LET THE COUNTDOWN BEGIN. (no pun intended)