The Gazeebo

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The Gazeebo: Starting the Climb Again

Hey everyone! Not sure if anyone still reads my blog, but if you do, I’d love a comment or a like for this post. If you do have something to say, I will be more than happy to reply! 🙂

Anyway, earlier this month, I went into a dip again (which basically is me going into a depressive state). If you have been reading my blog, you probably remember me saying at least something about me having been bullied in my life. Well, one of the after effects for me is dealing with dips and a whole roller coaster of emotions (I’m pretty sure I’m bipolar, but I’ve never been diagnosed). One of the ways I deal with it is by writing pieces like this that I’m posting here for you today.

On another quick note, in relation to my emotional state and writing, I’ve started a book that shall be titled “Teacher’s Pet, and Other Fun Names.” It will be a semi-autobiographical novel, where I will be writing in a point of view where I’m telling the reader about the main character (who will go through several similar experiences in relation to bullying that I went through), as well as about other characters who will go through various bullying experiences. Also, I’m going to be focusing on the main character in relation to the after effects of bullying, because this is a subject that is often ignored or just not observed by those doing research, despite it being a legitimate issue in the lives of several people who have been bullied.

Due to me writing about other characters’ bullying experiences, I invite you to tell me your story via a comment below or via an email to There’s a pretty good possibility that I’ll include it into my book if you give me permission to do so (though if you do, I don’t want to use your name, so I suggest you also tell me three different names that you’d like for your character to be called). Thank you! 🙂

Anyway, here’s the poem, and if you like what you see, I invite you to click that subscribe button, follow me on Twitter (via the link on the right, or find me: jmcdlungren), and/or maybe even like my page on Facebook (via the link on the right, or find the page entitled Jesse McDowell Lungren). 🙂

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May 26, 2013 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

The Gazeebo: Beginning of Summer

So, summer is starting, the official start being June 21st though here in Arizona, it started some time in May. 🙂  Anyway, here’s a poem that I started last semester in my poetry class and just finished up today. Enjoy! Continue reading

June 12, 2012 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Gazeebo: My First Haibun


Obviously, I haven’t posted in a little while, but just wanted to provide a very quick update.  School is almost out and finals (including essays, a portfolio, and the like) are beginning to take up my time.  Also, I got a promotion out to the Fuel Station here at Safeway back in March, just before spring break, so that was pretty cool – another reason I haven’t been on.. been working a lot.  Also, one final thing – I will be reviving the “To Victory!” category of blog posts within the next week or so.  I got a punching bag so I’ve been working out like crazy and losing weight (you will find out more, if you are interested).

Anyway, here’s the poem.  When I was at the ASU Writer’s Conference back in February, I had the opportunity and pleasure to take a few ‘classes’ with a few fellow writers.  One of the teachers at the conference was a man by the name of Charles (Charlie) Jensen.  He does prose poetry and he held two classes on that subject – most definitely my favorite classes during that entire weekend 🙂  Anyway, the second class he did was specifically on the Haibun – when you write a prose poem that ends with a haiku.  The prompt was for us to write about a childhood home.. I wrote about a sort of home away from home of mine and my family’s.  So, here it is. Continue reading

May 3, 2012 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Gazeebo: Happy Centennial Arizona!

Hey all!

Been busy lately with a major amount of work and school .. but, I’ve written a few poems and this is one of them that I wanted to share.  The only reason I’m sharing this for now is because  Valentine’s day was on Tuesday and Arizona’s Centennial (100th birthday) was on the same day.  They were brought into the United States on February 14, 1912 as the 48th state, and the last of the contiguous (connecting by land) states.

 As you might be able to tell by just looking at it, I had a little bit of fun with it despite it being a pretty major challenge for me 🙂 Continue reading

February 17, 2012 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

The Gazeebo: Remembering Lucky

Just a bit of info on this poem – I did not write this as an ode to my dog, Lucky but rather remembered her and decided to include her while focusing on the original subject of the poem.

Though, Lucky was a three-legged Australian Shepard mix who lost her leg when she was really young.  My family and I actually had to put her down during the summer of 2010.  I got her when I was 5 and said goodbye when I was 18 – she lived a good life. Continue reading

January 24, 2012 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Gazeebo: Thinking About Randomness


So, today was extremely lazy… I basically spent the day playing a game off and on with my dad, and then later my sister.  You see, today was my dad’s day off, and my sister is done with her theater rehearsals, so my mom was the only one at work or anything.

But, anyway the day was just spent on that and then later my family and I went out for my birthday dinner at Red Robin.  I love their Royal Red Robin Burger… it’s a burger (in a bun), with mayo, bacon, cheese, a fried egg, and, if you like it, lettuce and tomato.  It’s so delicious! 🙂

That’s really about all to report on, so here’s the poem.  This one was written in my College Prep English H class in high school; we had an assignment to write an elegy.  So, here is its extremely little-revised self.

Under the Shade of the Oak Tree

This tale is true, and mine after death

Looking back at

Those who I once knew;

Those who look at the stone –

Under the shade of the oak tree

Which seems to protect it like its own –

That stands where I was laid;

Where upon, are the engraved words of

“Friend, Brother, and Son.”

Friend of many,

All of which I cared about

And supported in the worst and

Best of times.

Brother to Taylor,

Who I loved, supported, and showed off

For all of her talents.

Son to David and Jo

Who I loved, listened to, and learned from

Even in the arguments we shared.

I shall be remembered by those I have met

By my writing

And how it touched those who read it.

My writing surely defined me best,

For the care, love, and friendship I showed.

I hope those who watch over my grave

Remember me as a hero;

A hero who showed the compassion

Most, voluntarily, do not.

I lived to be modest

And for that I will continue to live outside of my tomb.

© Jesse McDowell Lungren


June 24, 2011 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , | 1 Comment

The Gazeebo: 3 for 2 on 7

Hey again!

Well to start, I guess I’ll just say that I think I did pretty decently at my interview today at Borders.  I was kind of nervous a little driving there though I will have to say that it was probably a little due to the fact that I was driving the route there after only looking at a Google Map.  But, all in all, it went well – got there early, answered the questions to the best of my ability, kept eye contact.. you know – all the good things you should do for an interview.

On another subject, does anyone know a good way of getting rid of little bugs that like to eat leaves and sit on the buds of a rose bush?  Lately, I’ve found a lot of little green bugs on the buds and a few little black gnat-like bugs chewing up my leaves and such.  I’ve tried spraying my bush with soapy water (a trick that my mom told me), but it doesn’t seem to be helping too much.

Now on to the poem – this one I wrote while in my class at the University about a picture of my dad playing horseshoes while we were visiting some of my mom’s side of the family.


My father – he’s caught in mid-motion.

He’s in the midst of swinging –

The extension of his arm caused by

a mere reflex of pulling it back,

Ready to release.

It’s his first shoe of his turn,

the other still in his left hand.

I can see the tension of his arms,

As his eyes try and focus on the target,

About to fire, to let

that metal U shoot out of his hand.

It was often the game of men,

the test of strength and aim –

I had been a boy just beginning

in the trial of my family;

My father, uncles, and grandfather

were the judge and jury.

But, it was escape from reality –

Just listening to the ring

of the shoes on the stake,

As if instead it were chimes

on a windy day.

June 7, 2011 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , , | 2 Comments


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