Loving

Nature is passion

Passion is a state of mind

Our minds hold the key

National Poetry Month

Did you know that April is recognized as National Poetry Month! 

What is National Poetry Month? National Poetry Month is a month-long, national celebration of poetry established by the Academy of American Poets.  Its inception in 1996 was long needed in the arts community.   Unfortunately, poetry is becoming a lost art.  It is not practiced in the school system as it was at one time.
The concept is to widen the attention of individuals and the media—to the art of poetry, to living poets, to our complex poetic heritage, and to poetry books and journals of wide aesthetic range and concern. We hope to increase the visibility and availability of poetry in popular culture while acknowledging and celebrating poetry’s ability to sustain itself in the many places where it is practiced and appreciated.

So pick up a book of poetry and read a poem a day.  Who knows maybe you will unlease a sleeping giant and become the next Emily Dickenson.
Keep the arts alive!!

Did you ever think or philosphy why our life is synchronized around the people we meet and our family?
Well I have a true understanding of the whys.  Before we are born, and I am speaking about our true home,   we pick the setting of our life.  This includes the good, the bad, and the ugly.  Our guides go over our choices and if they decide our final  destinies are too hard to handle, they will dismiss the choice and recommend another outcome.  I am sure many of you are saying, okay, then why do people commit suicide.  Suicide is like a broken contract or pact and when this is occurs, we must come back and repeat our life all over again with all the same situations.  This time to get over the hump.

When we come down to earth, we have a proverbel script under our arm that we act out.
Does that mean we can deviat away from the road we chose.  Yes, we can, but again if this is where we are to be, no matter how hard we try to walk upon a new road, we will at one time be forced, and sometimes violently, back to the yellow brick road.
Some of us are fortunate and strong enough to make the best of a bad situation, but then again, this is the characteristic we chose for us.

The best advice I can give is make every minute count.  Life at the moment is what counts; not an hour from now, or yesterday.  The past does not exist, we are to bring it into the future to learn.  The future is what we make of it and appling our lessons.  The now is the time that we must focus on.
Don't get down on yourself if life is not as grand as you would like.  Embrace what you have and enjoy.
Peace and quiet are my two favorite words.  I do not have a grand house, car, furniture nor do I get to go on vacations, but I realize I am happy and no money in the world can keep happiness in our life.
Next time when our life goes topsy turvey and at our door there is a black shadow, don't blame God for  tragedies in life.  We ultimately are the keepers of our castle.

Enjoy life to the fullest.  Our obligations come first, then the next step is play, play, play.  Blow bubbles and watch your troubles blow away just even for the moment.

Brightness or Darkness

There are some people whose bones are hurting and alcohol will dull the pain

An oil can was placed upon lips and the last that was seen was a moon as bright as sun

Pain was not part of this oil rendering and why would it be

Relaxation came at a price to pay with sights that should hide

There was much activity and sex was not one of them as a tear stained their cheek

Then kept asking questions that could not be remembered

Were they important one might ask, but any and all questions are a part of our subconscious

A home was a comfortable place where they had a modest life

I told someone to get the dogs and they only saved the one

They had the right to cry and cry she did

Silver cylinder shape was held by her and the lights, oh the lights was something that was not forgotten

Buttons were pressed and synchronized; lights were displayed

At first the illumination danced to a minute, but then the engine roared; a minuet turned to watusi

She was scared

This was her vision

The end of the world we know

Light sparkled through and it interrupted the silver cord to come back with a jerk

The morning same as usual, but a pose; think of the famous “Thinker”

There were reasons her cerebellum hurt as much as it did

I do believe the so called Middle East of Libya brought on this subconscious contemplation

The discussion was heard in the room, but there was no audience; his ears deaf

Still worrying about the silver cylinder

Was this a nuclear apparatus or a melding of the minds

She does know one thing; the scales are heavy in a bad way

We are given a chose at the moment, but the words ring heavy in ones ear

They chose wisely, they chose poorly and only passing of near time will tell this saga

God be with us all

What Ever Happened to June Cleaver

My observations lately of the modern women sucks.  A great career, maybe a child or two.  Don't forget you have to have 2-4 vacations per year or it does not count.  Oh sorry, I mean 2.5 children per household.  If that is the style, then you have to have 2.5 children.  Two kids I get, but what is the 1/2 a kid.  Does that mean from ages birth to ten years old?  Rumor has it that there is a place when the kiddies turn ten, that they are thrown into the volcano for sacrifice.  Remember, they must be virgins and that is questionable.  They are having sex earlier and earlier.
Children are forced to be big boys and girls today. 

There is a major retailer whom I do not what to mention that will or is already, going to sell makeup and beauty aids for children.  I mean not tweens, but mini tweens.  Did you know that 5-6 years old are wearing makeup?  There moms are actually allowing this and liking it.
The market is targeting this age group.
Red alert, red alert!  What is happening to Middle America!  Not only that, there are bras for that age group too!  This is crazy.

Do not get me started on play dates.  What the f..k are play dates.  Children are not heard screaming and playing outside anymore.  Are there less skinned knees out there?  Neosporum and Band-Aids will be a thing of the past.  Why can't the wee ones just ring the bell and meet outside with twenty other little hoodlums.  Killing each other, tormenting your best friend because at the moment she is bugging the shit out of you having the newest skates.  Oh the memories.
I tied the kids up to trees with moms left over clothes line and would leave them there.  I was stopped in my tracks when the gang got sick of me letting them become part of the tree.  They secured me nice and tightly one fine day to the tree and when my mom came looking for me, I was filled with big black ants that left me with nice bites!

I say June Cleaver come back; some of us do miss you.  Pretty hair and fancy aprons.  Actually feeding your children's friends and I do not mean Pop Tarts.  Life was much simpler then and people appreciated what they had.  Now most expect things and want them yesterday.
Lets try to be a tiny bit like June baby.  Okay, the aprons were a little bit too much!!

June take me away!!!!!!!!!!

New Life

As sun pours through the trees, there is silence and beauty

Look down, life hidden among pine needles

Mushrooms popping out, stretching towards glory

Out in the distance there is life

Nature’s birth all around

My head intoxicated and dizzy; were to look

A lens focusing on mother and child

She wraps head around her fawn

Medusa is in the forest

You will turn to stone with just one stare

Heaven is surrounding me and I can’t help but gaze

For a moment I feel life come back

Water is flowing down

Droplets are deafening forming a pretty pattern

Lessons becoming a new part

Sun melting across the horizon, burning with life

I gape once again at heaven; wonder what does this all mean

A bird sits upon branch it calls home

We speak as thousands of words and sounds become me

An angel replaces feathers, new life blossoms

I am me

Spring has Sprung

This morning my alarm went off.  Daily ritual of my husband banging down on the alarm as if his hand was a malet.  Ground Hog Day, was a thought that passed through my brain as I threw the covers off, put my robe on, feed the cats, and make my coffee.  Everyday its the same!

The news droned in the background as I sat finishing and enjoying morning coffee.  I decided to get up and listen to this mornings weather because there were rumors of 60 degree lovleness.    Chitchat was heard correctly.  Yup, we can finally go outside naked (no coat or jacket).  Just to let you know, tomorrow will be 70 degrees or better.  Get your bikinis ready, cause I will!!

"Happy St. Patrick's Day"

My poem "I Wear a Facade"

"I Wear a Facade is a poem written about child abuse.  Some friends and neighboors suspect or know that a child is being hurt, but yet some turn their heads and ignore cries of children.
This is a sad subject, but if anyone out there can help a child grow into a beautiful, loving, blossoming adult, by all means take this child out of there misery.  Help them in anyway you can.

If you can help but one child, think of the joy and peace you will bring to yourself and that child!

I Wear a Facade

Disguises that children wear with grinning faces, dirty grimy hands

Street urchins begging for help, some forgiveness

Elders of the clan just smiling back ignoring the truth

Can you hear me? 

I have no mouth born without, but recognition of despair not a secret

They are the cause of sexual abuse and the birds whisper love, but the little loves can

pull a veil over their eyes and hide the precious diamonds falling to grace

They are story tellers fermented from master ribs screaming to anyone

Not many will listen, fondness of hurt and obscenity, as they live in palaces made of glass.

Darkness of lullabies protects and cocoons the baby birds

Some animal of the forest ambiguous to the huddled nestlings

Care and devotion from stranger

Confusion and fright to the wide eyed gang

Time brings all living to change uncomfortable and unexpected 

Weaker of the nest falling and splattering 

Eyes opaque, with tongues hanging and licking the ground

Blood forms a pretty pattern

Adult slugs and snakes popping out new life forms with misery preformed on the nova

Game of dominos, I don’t want to hear the clicking sound. 

It is not your fault! 

Ears become deaf as they find tranquility

Hidden away is guilt 

Open the door release l the rats, snakes and venom

You are free; life is waiting for you to see it for the first time

Cruelity Towards Children

On this particular day I awoke rather tired.  I had the usual routine; feed the cats make coffee and sit for a few minutes while enjoying my Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee.  How most men judge cars and labeling exotics to be their lifetime dream, well this coffee is judged by me a Maserati of the coffee kingdom!
Anyway getting back to the story  (I tend to drift off course).  Since this particular morning I was a bit lethargic, I did not clean the house immediately, if sooner, after finishing my coffee.  I decided to sit by the computer and open my daily e-mail.  I belong to many poetry clubs and I look forward to one in particular to read.  One of our members wrote a piece about her childhood which will be branded in my brain forever.

I would rather not get into her story, but it was beyond sad.  In fact it was done right cruel.
As a young girl, she was unfortunate to see her mother get killed.  Again I would rather not get into her story as I feel it is privy to our club.  I wrote back to her with some helping advice.  Steam was coming off my body like a an iron on high temperature setting when we fill it with water.  I walked away from the computer angry and sad.  At that point I decided to start cleaning my palace.  The dished in the sink from last night were my first mission.  All of a sudden I started to cry for this girl, and cry, and cry.

Anyone reading this who has been abused in some way or another please do not for this moment on, allow anyone to treat you in an inappropriate manner.  If an incindent occured as a child, YOU MUST FORGIVE THE SON OF A BITCH as they will win at abuse your entire life.
This is not an easy task but you must start someway or some how.  Start with baby steps.
Poison will fester inside of you turning your heart and soul to rotten meat.  The key words are to forgive them and of course you will never forget, but by forgiving the poison will start to leave your body.
You will become whole again loving yourself and enjoying a beautiful fulfilling life without hate.
DO NOT ALLOW THEM TO WIN AT THEIR GAME.  BECOME THE WINNER!!

I am grateful that this has never happened to me or anyone in my family I am aware of.  I have a pet peeve especially for children who or have been abused in any manner what so ever.
If I could save but one child or adult, I have accomplished a miracle.
I will keep all of you in my prayers.

My friend and I was discussing the great tragedy that just occurred in Japan.  Something that I did not think about until that moment.
There have been numerous destructive forces in the world that have destroyed civilizations or brought the inhabitants to their knees.  This left me pondering.  Is this karma in the making?
Without naming countries who have been in total havoc due to some force or another, were at one time,  shall we say, bad people.  I am not writing this because I believe in a tooth for a tooth.
That is not the case.  In fact I am very against this.
I have experience family members and friends that hurt my feelings, but I am a great believer that one ass does not sit side by side with another ass.  Let them be on there way and forget about them.  Sometimes if it is possible, forget what they did and forgive them.  I am not saying to forget.  We do not forget, but discard the poison that festers and boils within.

But still I prayed for the victims in Japan and all the other victims before them.  If it is the divine ones way of reprimanding past negativity, well then be it.  We can not control this, but I always hope that there is a miracle and out of the darkness light begins to flicker and grow larger and brighter everyday.
Karma can sneak up and release demons but we all should remember to learn from our mistakes.

Morning Conversation

Silence of morning played, but as usual activity of familiar nature launched its play

Mention of disaster and havoc droned on as the hair on arms stood at attention

A surprised individual was in shock as he announced question

She could not recall any dream or vision that matched this day’s disaster

As the sun positioned itself higher and higher, there was a comfort level and she could sense this

Recollection of the past evening conquered original thought

Then a memory of her sister brought something into light

There was a terrible site of bricks and mortar that lay dead in the streets

The next block was no block it all seem the same

She waited for a bus that never was

She realized there was no way out

There was not a soul out except her and her sister

Then a thought of fright came to her sense of blight

Was this the original question that I so quickly brushed off like a flea?

Was this vision something completely different?

Will there show another face?

Tonight starts the beginning of something new

Will the stars shine bright; please tell me give me a chance

Every night she plays the same game

Death, destruction, birth, and disfigurement

Why was this given to her?

Some questions cannot be answered in this time and space

Here we go again praying for something good

There was a slight smell of floral

Drifting deeper and deeper in the land that she adores

It was morning again

Through the venetian blinds glints of sun with tiny particles riding down the rays

Could not recall the nights magic

Throwing off the blankets she smiled

Morning was like all the rest, mindless and calm

Silence repeated the morning causing meditative state of mind

A thought of the evening came to psyche

This time she decided to stomp the eerie crawly creature

The best decision she made in a very long time

Morning and the rest of the day was glorious

If this could be every day, but then there be a gift that became dusty

Beautiful wrapping paper and all you could do was look, don’t touch!

She decided very quickly that beauty is better when we have freedom to explore

Apple Orchard

Aromas of an orchard, on a crisp fall day

Delectable sun kissed apples shining like huge rubies

Rows of apple trees as far as the eye can see

Sweet aroma of fruit inviting bumble bees to feast giving golden honey to slather on bread

Floor of orchard alive with life too

Rotten apples became too heavy and their lifelines become a banquet for worms

Little children in bare feet with baskets in tow

Pulling and wrenching globular red beauties

Sinking in our teeth, hearing them explode

Bad boys and girls get a worm in their apples

Nature’s way of revenge

Butterflies riding the wind

Red hair little girl with freckles and pinkest skin you ever saw

Lays down by rivers edge devouring her apple

Fire in the sky as sun gets ready to rest for night

Birds flying here and there going back to their homes

Worms cuddling inside apples, for a safe nights lullaby

Children one by one, give good byes to orchard

Our mother’s home waiting to bake delectable treats

Can’t what for morning, apple turnover meets my mouth

Summertime

School no more till autumn

Children playing and being silly billies

Fruits we have waited for all year. 

Watermelon, peaches, plums, brings a smile to the tummy

Flowers have arrived in full bloom. 

Colors of summer are comfy

Hear the waves once again.

Sea sprays cool as we collect seashells by the seashore

Castles lined as far as the eye can see.

Do not forget the motes, for our fair ladies will need protecting

Gelato, ice cream, and ices, sampling different varieties

Carnivals all summer long

Cotton candy arrives in pastel colors

Sticky fingers, blue lips, tacky hair

Boy how good is life?

Baby birds of spring growing to adult hood.

Fourth of July, a light show in our skies

Barbeques all summer long

Corn on the cob, potato salad, hot dogs, and hamburgers

Can it get any better!

Our clothes remind us of treats we had that day

Labor Day, summer is coming to an end making us sad

Fun ends once more; children going back to school

Then a smile comes to our face, Christmas will soon be here!

                                                      

Strawberry Delight

Picking strawberries on a warm day in August

What can be better then kicking off our shoe’s?

Fighting bees with sword and armor, picking strawberries

I will never forget the sights and scents of that summer noon

My bonnet propped upon my head; tied in a big purple bow

Dress splashed with strawberry colors

Colors like you find in a box of crayons

I collected more strawberries on my dress then fruits this noon

Basket dragging behind me too heavy with strawberries

I decided to sit by the lake and eat more berries

Basket light as a feather marching home with delight

As I walk home this summer noon, my steps became slower

Ouch! “My belly hurts”!  “I ate too many strawberries”.

Picking strawberries on a hot summers day

I know now to save some for the birds!

Angels Play With Me

Day ends with sprigs of lavender and gilded golden palace

Land not forgotten, but nostalgic memory of comfort

Walk upon road paved in bullion, silhouetting a distance aura

Angel appears, hands lock away light of garden I knew 

Conversation not as familiar, but effortless and free

She smiles from ear to ear, eyes sparking diamonds

I have seen this many times before ………

Child with white lilies and doves adorn her crown

Dancing with multi-colored sparkles raining on her face

White rose has opened breaking our design

I must go, you know that!

String of pearls glistening in woodland

Another day the oyster will birth a pearl

I wish you could see what I see

Beauty, love and peace perpetually greet

Tranquil brightness will carry you

I will be what you gaze first, hand and hand reminiscing home

Life Can be Sour Grapes

The bible has spoken words, "Do unto others, as they do unto you:".  If this is taken literarly, does one spit back at the spitter?  How does this make things right?  It doesn't!  The backbone of my character believes differently.  Treat people as you would like to be treated.  That means even the ass.  Does two asses make a right?  It just creates a mass of asses as dominoes fall at a rapid speed.
If you would like to go one step beyond, picture the horrible sight of all kinds of asses! Not a good picture.

Everyday of my life, I am conscious of treating others with kindness.  Even when they are not too gentle towards me.  When a situation gets too out of hand, I just wish them well and place them out of my life.
But yet with all this good doing, I still find friends and acquaintances that are just horrible.

I seem to attract callous people like fly to shit.  I often wonder, am I here to teach them a lesson?  Or they reminders of an era once lived where I was on the opposite spectrum?
Whatever the situation, it does occassionally tend to make me fustrated and sad.

I do hope we learn to get along with each other.  If you have nothing nice to say to them, don't!
Listen to your friends when they cry out their hearts and only give sound advice if they ask.  If you are not 100 percent sure, keep your mouth shut and give them your heart and soul.  It is the best gift you could give.