Monday, April 9, 2018

Tread the City with an Open Heart

Linking with The Sunday Muse for our first picture prompt.
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Also linking with Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform"


The heart carries loads that the hands cannot. ~Matshona Dhliwayo


Give your heart to a sailor it may get lost at sea
Takes a wild soul to do such things
But hoard your heart like a bitter old coot
May be stealing your own joyous loot
Takes a wise heart to see it clear
That being a giver makes for richer years
Those that are takers and hold on tight
End up weary from such wasted might
So tread the city with an open heart
That is when angel’s blessings soon impart


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

When Big Men Weep

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 linking with Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform"
Brought to us by Sanaa 

"Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.  Without them humanity cannot survive."
~ Dalai Lama



It is a true expedition of the heart when big men weep
for walls are broken and lines of hate vanish when hearts open wide
humanity's song is a cry that echoes loudly
in a place large with solace where camaraderie of the spirit is found
it is not a luxury but an utter need to connect and feel
a need held by the eccentric the fool and the wise
we are human we reach out
we fall alone
yet together
we rise.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

The Memory of Slipping

Crepuscule
Heinrich Kuhn (1897)

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Camera FLASH"  Brought to us by Kerry



"Nature is a haunted house ~but art~ is a house that tries to be haunted."
~ Emily Dickinson


The memory of slipping has its hold on me
so I fight the fall with all the strength I have
grasping at straws like they are railing
on the empire state building
trying to control a fall
is similar to trying to restrain a bullet 
after the trigger has been pulled
but still I try with diligence 
each step carefully laid out
like a Methodist worship service
but the hymnal is not in my hands
one cannot hold faith and fear
so fiercely at the same time
letting go requires a certain courage
the kind of strength that trees and rivers know.





Saturday, January 27, 2018

A Certain Affliction


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Linking with Poets United
for Midweek Motif ~ Weapon

Brought to us by Sumana Roy


I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
 ~James Baldwin



Love heals broken souls but only if they are willing and open to the treatment otherwise hate and bitterness seep in like a slow leak or a long disease

It is a certain affliction that spreads from mind and heart to soul for the mind can be a deadly weapon when it is enclosed in the suffering of hate leading only to tools that tear down instead of tools that build up

You ask why would one hold on to such a backbreaking burden I say maybe if they let go they fear they will have nothing left to hold  emptiness can be a heavy burden to bear when there is no love to fill in the broken places


For love heals broken souls but only if they are willing and open to the treatment otherwise hate and bitterness seep in like a slow leak or a long disease.






Tuesday, January 23, 2018

To Not Be Forgotten

~Courtesy Carrie's desk at work~

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform
~Today is National Handwriting Day.~
So we are celebrating the art of hand-inking our thoughts and feels into words.
Brought to you by Magaly

Come join us!


There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes. ~William Makepeace Thackeray


Like soft spoken children they nudge me on the arm
and refuse to be forgotten
getting my attention one way or another
words
they have been a foe
and my faithful friend
an adored lover
and an annoying neighbor
relentless yet true
giving me a chance
to not just speak
but truly be heard
and ultimately strive
to not be forgotten.


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I used to write to not be forgotten
now I write to not forget
I spent years
filling pages upon pages
 with words and thoughts
ideas and rhymes 
hoping to be heard
and I still do
but now
I also have lists
upon lists of things
I need to do
it seems 
that list
never ends.........and
I am in a never ending cycle
of forgetting things on the list.



Thursday, January 18, 2018

Takers of the Land

Courtesy Google Images


Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Wordy Thursday" with Wild Woman ~ The Tree Sisters
Imagined by Sherry


The groves were God’s first temples. ~William Cullen Bryant, “A Forest Hymn” 






We are takers
takers of the land
using what builds our mansions
using what we can
inflating egos like balloons
then building high rises and their parking lots
cement stretched out for miles
we document our accomplishments
 diploma's displayed on walls
we are takers 
takers of the land
using what will build our cities
using what we can
S T O P
maybe it is time we started giving back!

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit. ~Nelson Henderson




Saturday, January 13, 2018

Skinned Up Knees

Courtesy Google Images

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Fussy Little Forms" ~ Chained Rhyme
Imagined by Marian

A "Chained Rhyme" is where  the last syllable or word of each line is followed by a rhyme on the first word or syllable of the next line.
Here is my attempt:

"Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door."
~Coco Chanel



I used to think that my skinned up knees were from the asphalt
fault always seemed easy to find in the path ahead
instead I learned that it was my own steps taken
break en' my groove all by myself and my choice in directions
affections drove me like gravity and magnet's pull
full of lessons learned down gravel roads
closed with signs say en' danger ahead
in red clear as day, but I kept going anyway!














Tuesday, December 12, 2017

The Heart is a Crazy Bag Lady

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform"
Imagined by Rommy



"A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon." 
~Arnold Haultain

The heart is a crazy bag lady that carries all it hears for keeps
and the mind stirs the contents like a soup to cook and feed
sometimes just one bite can leave a bitter taste
making an entire meal become an utter waste.

Words take flight on a silent breeze but they do not softly break a heart
and once they are truly free they do not soon depart
they fester like a neglected wound and linger like an unwanted guest
causing a deep discomfort and stealing peace like gold from a treasure chest


There is a heavy weight that words have the strength to bear
 so they can lift a spirit and send it high into the air
but when they are bitter they have the power to oppress
striping away self-worth like lovers get undressed


The heart is a crazy bag lady that carries all it hears for keeps
and the mind mulls over the contents like a tourist whose lost their keys
so next time someone offends you with words that cut to the core
remember when it comes to an argument sometimes less is more.






Thursday, November 30, 2017

Open Door

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform
Imagined by Sanaa




Freedom begins between the ears. ~Edward Abbey


A soul that is hungry
will search beyond built walls
longing for a freedom
that some never know
it is a journey that can be
like an African safari in the dark
but like most cherished treasures
its attainment has a cost
for hunting can make some
choose to pick up a gun
and it is a lifelong lesson
to learn
freedom was yours
before you
opened the door.


This was originally written for a writing prompt we did at our Word Crafter Meeting last week.  Click here to read Chrissa's beautiful and mysterious response to the prompt.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Simple Yet Profound



Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Saints

Brought to us by Susan


SAINT THERESE OF LISIEUX


At the age of 14, on Christmas Eve in 1886, Therese had a conversion that transformed her life. From then on, her powerful energy and sensitive spirit were turned toward love, instead of keeping herself happy. At 15, she entered the Carmelite convent in Lisieux to give her whole life to God. She took the religious name Sister Therese of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face. Living a hidden, simple life of prayer, she was gifted with great intimacy with God. Through sickness and dark nights of doubt and fear, she remained faithful to God, rooted in His merciful love. After a long struggle with tuberculosis, she died on September 30, 1897, at the age of 24. Her last words were the story of her life: "My God, I love You!"

The message of St. Therese is beautiful, inspiring, and simple.

Here is my poem in honor of her:


Simple Yet Profound,



Deeper than the deepest well
more distant than the past
there is a truth that few can tell
of a love and faith that is vast
it is a calling profound and true
a life of giving instead of take
it is employed by a mere few
life dedicated for other's sake
there is no extravagant need for glory
simply a mission of the truest love
a soul that has a greater story

even after it has risen to heaven above























Wednesday, October 11, 2017

I Fall in Love with Fall

Courtesy Google Images


Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. ~Terri Guillemets

I fall in love with fall every time it arrives!





Monday, October 9, 2017

The Art of Forgiveness

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Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got. ~Robert Brault


Saturday, September 23, 2017

The Only Way Out is Through



Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the weekend mini challenge "Boats"
imagined by Kim


"We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear."
~Martin Luther King, Jr.


A wise poet once said, "The only way out is through",
 and when it comes to flooding that can be very true.
Sometimes you turn around and leave the way you came
and others it surrounds you and there is no quick escape.
You can start to wade through it or try to walk against the tide
but when it comes to flooding your better off with a boat ride.
So as you hold your two allotted bags and leave the home you knew
remember with most recoveries the only way out is through.




The view of our apartment before we were rescued out by boat.
(Keep in mind this is on stilts already.  That is how high the water was already!)


It seems that the only time I get in a boat is to escape flooding.  I went through this a year and a half ago and again recently with "Harvey".  You do not realize how powerful water can be until you see it rush through an area and take up the land like a raging giant. I have grown to have a very respectful fear of water.  Frankly sometimes I feel like moving to Arizona, but all my family is here and here is where I will stay, just not on the lower floor of these apartments.  So many people in this area are trying to completely start over their lives with new homes or gutting out and rebuilding the ones they are in.  So much loss and so much to do to renovate and move on.  It is much like true recovery, where one much face the problems at hand, dig through the rubble, endure the cleanup, and carry it through to completion.  Like so many solutions in life, truly the only way out is through.