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A Shimmering Life

Magpie #97
"My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. " ~William Shakespeare

Diamonds, fame, champagne, and pearls. Beauty, grace, talent, and curls. A 9 figure account, and 2 beautiful estates. A sexy limo driver, and a party that waits. A silver platter holding a glamorous life. The sky is the limit on every want in sight. Happiness should be her gift that forever unfolds. Yet, empty pill bottles are all she holds. I suppose one cannot have it all in this world. It is a heavier burden than one heart can hurl. Elvis, and Marilyn have shown this to be true. You cannot find fulfillment if it's not already in you.

I believe that a shimmering life is not a glamorous one filled with jewels, wine, and popularity.  It is an inward strength.   A glow that comes from a peacefull heart that knows the grace of God.  That kind of life has a way of radiating outward like light through a window.  Giving warmth to all who come near.  People like that are always a comfort to be wi…

One Solitary Tear

Linking with Poetry Jam a great place for writers....check it out. :-)

"Man is harder than iron, stronger than stone and more fragile than a rose."  ~Turkish Proverb

One solitary tear may fall... yet hundreds of voices share the same cry. We are never truly alone no matter how it may seem. There is always someone else that has faced the same trial. Another soul that has been in a worse place. So take hope by the hand and hold on tight. Follow where it leads. Now repeat after me: I am not alone. You are not alone. We are not alone.

The Keeper of The Keys,

Image: Lee Friedlander, 1966

Magpie # 96

"When you say a situation or a person is hopelss, you are slamming the door in the face of God." ~Charles L. Allen

We have all heard of someone like that you know the one that whispers are stirred from
like rubble in a dust storm there's one in every town and maybe around the corner a coffee table conversation piece from the wrong side of the tracks
everyone has heard one story or another it is a person that you would never let step foot in your door who knows what would happen or what would be taken so you never take a chance or give the time of day you have more important things to do than even look their way just keep walking don't get too close or open windows

We think that we are above it; throwing stones, and giving up,but we do it in so many ways not blinking an eye.  You do not have to hold a rock in your hand and throw it at someone's dirrection to have committed the act of judging another's actions, or deciding they are beyon…

Occupy God's Table

God provides all the essentials we need wonderful lighting  fragrant flowers utensils to utilize food for nourishment  and a place to sit yet I have so often preoccupied myself with striving to attain all these things myself filling my mind with worry emptying my pockets of bills serving only to exhaust all the energy God gave me.

When I think of the word "occupy" many things come to mind.  In the dictionary it says that occupy is to take or fill up,to engage and employ the mind,to take possession and control of, and to hold.  It seems that the things that we choose to occupy our lives have a hold on us one way or another.  Either they have a hold on us or we have a hold on them.  Hopefully our choice is something worth holding on to.

Linking with Poetry Jam and Imperfect Prose with Emily

Complacency Is A Cowardly Sailor

Image by Mostafa Habibi
Magpie # 95

"A ship in harbor is safe - but that is not what ships are for."  ~John A. Shedd

A place that becomes too comfortable to move forward is actually a very dangerous place to be. For the longer you remain inside it's stead, the tougher it is to escape the hold it has on you. It is a deceptive theif whose sand will only sink you wear you stand. What you thought was safety, was in reality a slow demise. So take hold of some faith and take a couple steps out where it leads. What do you have to loose?  Maybe some sand in your knickers?

The Horizon,

"Time is the longest distance between two places."  ~Tennessee Williams

When I was growing up, I spent many season at my Grandparent's home.  It was a place of comfort, and a place that held some of the most treasured memories of my childhood.  Each room echoed of wonder and was a big adventure that filled my days.  As time passed my visits became less frequent with the busyness that life provides as we get older.  Growing up has it's rewards and it's losses.  Years later after my Grandparents had passed away, I returned once again to that familiar place to my heart.  Walking into it's threshold I was amazed at how much different things appeared.  What once seemed so big, now looked so much smaller in my eyes.  The home was still near and dear to me, but my perception of it's size had completely changed.  It was a place that I learned so many lessons about life, love, and wisdom.  Grandparents hold a wealth of knowledge and history that they gladly share w…

The Hunger For God

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964 Columbus Museum of Art Linking with lovely Tess at Magpie Tales #94

Maybe the atheist cannot find God for the same reason a thief cannot find a policeman.  ~Author Unknown

We feed our hunger for food with a ham and cheese on wheat. We feed our hunger for success with a bigger title and a corner suite.
We feed our hunger for possessions with red leather stiletto shoes. We feed our  hunger for knowledge with the daily chronicle news.
We feed our hunger for freedom with a Harley Davidson in shiny chrome. We feed our hunger for a place in the world with a 30 year mortgage loan.
We feed our hunger for companionship with a pretty face from Yet, we foolishly choose starvation when it comes to our hunger for God.

Language of The Soul

Photo by Ella Wilson

"With all your science - can you tell how it is, and whence it is, that light comes into the soul?"
~Henry David Thoreau

There is a language that knows no words.
It has no sound nor a ring.
Yet if you listen with your heart
you can  hear it's voice sing.
I have heard it in a babie's laugh
I have seen it in weary eyes of the old.
Once I held it in my arms in the midst of letting go.
It lingers in hope's calling resounding through the night.
It whispers like the wind though no vision is in sight.
Prayer is its sweet song that sours like eagles up above.
The closer that you look the louder it becomes.

Thursday Think Tank # 76 Soul's Whisper

Metaphors Have Stained Glass Windows

A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place.  A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse below and dreams of home.  ~Robert Brault

Museum Artifacts: Some dreams are like a glassed in museum artifacts, we can see it and ponder it's beauty, but we can never hold it in our hands.
A Nearby Explosion: Memories are like a nearby explosion, the moment it happens is brief, but the ringing in our ears can last a lifetime.
An Old Shirt: Bitterness is like an old shirt, the more you wear it the more comfortable it gets, and the stains become permanent.
A Passing Train: Harsh words are like a passing train, they pass us by harmlessly many times but when they hit us they are devastating.
A Burning Forest; The gangs of the ghetto are like a burning forest, they stand together in danger unable to run and that is where they shall fall.
A Repaired Leaky Roof: Courage is like a repaired leaky roof, you never know if it will hold strong until it rains.
That Fine Crystal Vase: Sometimes lo…

Tornadoes And Trailer Parks

Photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin

Magpie # 93
Your love has always been a tornado and my heart a trailer park in it's path.
Its an arduous journey going down, like straight whiskey with no glass.
Somehow I keep holding on like a careless scarf caught on barbed wire.
I am waiting to be rescued from the smoke but you are running from the fire.
Yet, somehow through the wreckage, I still have something left to hold you close to me.
My heart has a sofa in the middle of nowhere waiting for your love to take a seat.
Yes, my heart has always been a trailer park, and your love a tornado on it's way.
It is an arduous journey going down, like a plate of eaten jalapenos the following day.

All That We Behold

"All that we behold is full of blessings. " ~William Wordsworth

What we see when we look at the world has a way of changing from the time we are youngsters, to adulthood.  The view through that familiar living room window changes light.  We no longer see with a sense of fascination.  The magical goggles somehow get removed from those brilliant eyes.   Then bifocals replace them with a mundane outlook.  The only way to see that glorious vision again is to remove the layers of practical callus upon the soul, and see like a child once more.
I have always believed that you can learn more from a child than you can a text book, when it comes to the matters of the heart.  They wear their heart out on their sleeve, and do not mind sharing how they feel or what they see.  We learn to be patient in their haste, and we learn to be honest from the example and tendernous of a child's presence.  They see the world as an adventure and a wonder.  There is a certain grace in innocense, and…


A lady had a lover that stroked her care free hair. He held her mighty love with a gentle kind of care.  Kindred spirits they became through day and through the night. Like a lock and key they latched together close and tight. Yet through the test of time, what they had faced many storms. What held them together became weak and mighty worn.
Then one day her lover became a stranger setting her love free
But this lady holds no freedom, for her heart is locked now with no key.

Where Hope Abides

Photograph by Dorthea Lang
Linking with Poetry Jam

"Hope never abandons you, you abandon it."  ~George Weinberg

There is no place that it does not breathe it can survive in a cardboard box a lion's cage  a train wreck a coal mine yet there is a hunger in it's belly that yearns to be held whole it will travel far or it will hold still like a photo it's greatest strength is where our weakness abides in the time of need it lingers yet like a ghost you may not see it unless you are looking with your heart's eye.

My Sister Is A River

Painting by Jacqui Binford-Bell
Linking with In Tandem #19 a wonderful prompt for writers!

My sister is a river
she heads to the eastern sea
in her pockets she carries pieces
of all the things we used to be...

My sister is a river
her colors reflect of beauty from the past
yet she keeps moving forward
with ebb's distance and future's splash...

My sister is a river
she brings with her eternity in a rush
with force she moves, yet soft is her touch.


I chose to be blind.  It was easier that way. With eyes closed like a window shade I refused to see the truth.  No light could come in and warm my broken heart.  Some burdens are too heavy to bear all at once, or alone so I did not look.  I threw away my map and I gave no glances to the east nor to the west.  Not knowing was the only comfort I could grasp.  Fumbling in that kind of a long walk to any light. So denial became both my friend and my enemy...engraved in one shroud of regret, that hurt to wear, and was even more painful to take off.  I can see that now, but in the midst of the storm, I was blind.

This was written for Kerry's Wednesday challenge at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads. It is my attempt at a prose poetry piece....a big weakness for me.  This is something I really went through and never want to have to face again.  The only thing worse than our heartaches in our children's.

Algebra For The Soul

Magpie # 91
(Regret + y does not = fulfillment)

All of yesterday's regrets are 100 chairs we can no longer fill yet we will create even more for tomorrow foolishly trying to fill them today.

A Moment For Reflection

"Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poets United Think Tank #74 Winter

Nature has a way of knowing when it is time to rest and renew. 
Growth will come when the time is right.
When I think of winter it reminds me of a pause in life.
A time of rest and reflection.
A way of being that mankind just does not know how to do.

Like Etchings In Stone

Magpie #90

"May you live all the days of your life."  ~Jonathan Swift

I learned early the power of what we give and take in this life, and the weight of what we leave behind. It can be a heavy burden whether it be plenty or it be brief.  Having lost both my parents by the time I was 29, and my only sibling before I was 40, I know all too well how important it is to make every second count.   Regret is a heavy burden to pass down as a keep sake, and sadly I have held it within my hands more than once. It was in that loss that I found both comfort and liberty in writing.  Through poetry and the written word, I discovered a way to capture those feelings and lessons learned in a way that could be passed down from generation to generation.  Like etchings in stone, the written word surpasses the power of time's decay, giving forth more than just a glimpse of days gone by.  It is like taking a piece of someone's life and preserving it in word.  Everything that we do in this li…

Where Ideas Dance

Magpie #89

Ideals are like stars: you will not succeed in touching them with your hands, but like the seafaring man on the ocean desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them, you reach your destiny.

~Carl Schurz

When a writer sits before his desk with outstretched arms to type it is like an awkward dancer tapping upon a stage
the ideas and words swing and tango until they just collide  and then they make their grand entrance one by one hitting the page.

A Certain Force

"Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you."
~Oprah Winfrey

Poets United Thursday Think Tank #71 Energy

Also linking with dverse

There is a certain force that moves us
 like wind waves a flag,
 and the tide pushes forth an ocean. 
The energies of adversity,
 and our true passions
 make their way through us
 one way or another,
 driving us onward,
or pushing us down.
   Their power can make us stronger,
 and motivate us
 in ways that no other pressure can sway us.
Like the winter cold
makes us shiver,
and the heat persuades
us to thirst,

I have found in my life, that the struggles I have faced have been a driving force in what I choose to do.  In those difficult times  I have also been moved to find a way to better cope…

Reaching Out

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. ~Mark Twain

I have learned through my children that when it comes to learning and growing you have to be willing to reach out and feel your way around, like a blind person in a maze.  My experience with blogging has been no different.  I first created my blog in March of 2010.  At that time in my life, I was going through a difficult family problem,and blogging became a wonderful diversion and outlet to my crazy world.  The whole blogging experience has been such a wonderful and uplifting journey.  I have met so many amazing poets, and made some even more amazing friends in the process.  I recently received a versatile blogger award from one of my amazing blogging friends Tug. I would like to thank you Tug for considering me for this wonderful award.  In the blogging world we have the opportunity to reach out and meet and communicate with people all over the world.  It is an amazing experience indeed.

Here are my nom…

The Ball

Last year I attended the Willow Manor Ball with my beloved Wilson

Unfortunately, he was in a recent dodge ball incident, and is no longer with us.
It has been a difficult time, but friends convinced me to get out and have some fun. So I am going to attend the much anticipated Willow Manor Ball 2011, but I could not bear to go I decided to find someone that reminded me of my dear Wilson....
and so here is Owen Wilson I know what you are could I replace my dear and beloved Wilson?! Well, can't a girl get a little joy in life? Anyway, I will let all of you lovely ladies have a dance with him.... cause that is just how I roll. Thank you Tess for inviting me!  If anyone else would like to come join the funjust click on The Ball


Magpie #86
When you have to make a choice and don't make it, that is in itself a choice.  ~William James

There is a feast of options on the banquet table of life we can sip it's warm brew and all it has to offer and then sit back and read between the lines of what may lay before us giving us the ability to choose our next move who will be king and who holds our happiness that is in our hands and on our tongue ...we can decide to swallow  or to just spit it out.

A Bigger Plan

Magpie #85
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. ~Havelock Ellis

I always had a big plan  to prove to the world and maybe a little to myself that I could get somewhere in this life... fry something better than balogna sandwich go to college and earn a degree something more valid than the school of hard knocks move forward with dignity not spinning my wheels stirring up dust a mile wide blocking my vision of the light at the end of the tunnel holding myself captive to the place where I stood in a desert of regrets thats where they grow best where we feel there is no way out but sometimes that is the place of the spectacular where elephants grow wings and eyes open wide looking for something greater than ourselves to get us through we find there is a bigger plan than the one we held so tightly a beautiful freedom of letting go of our weary might and letting God be God.

Light's Journey

Andrew Wyeth, The Revenant, 1949 Magpie #82
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.
~Leonard Cohen

Light's journey like hope radiates outward penetrating all openings every splintered gap each and every crack broken boards and broken hearts reaching all points of breach until the farthest place is attained then like karma on the passage back it's illumination reflects like glass a brilliant glimpse of hope.

The Beauty In Wreckage

Magpie Tales #81
"There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” ~Albert Einstein

We may see rubble, and the remnants of what was, but God can make miracles out of tragedy.
I am certain of this for I have seen it with my own eyes.
It is like a greener pasture after a wild fire,
or the hightened senses of the blind.
It is the true brilliance of a savant,
or how calamity brings together nighbors to restore and build again.
It is an unexpected child that teaches us what love is
You can call it what you want, or see it how you choose,
but some of the most inspiring people I have ever known
had a past, or sorrow that was a true suffering to maneuver through.
But they did it
and that gives me hope...
yes, there is beauty in wreckage
for that is what miracles are made of.

The Smile of God

Poets United Think Tank #64 Sunflowers
When I look at the stars  I see the twinkle in God's eyes  peering up at the mountains I see His great might looking into the forest I see his outstretched hands admiring the ocean before me I feel His hope where I stand observing all creation I see God's confirmation of life for when I view one sunflower I capture a glimpse of His smile.

Earth laughs in flowers.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson,


No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.  ~Henry Ward Beecher

The dictinary describes the term percolate as the process to cause a liquid to pass through a porous body; filter, to permeate and brew.  Frankly, I do not care what the correct terms are, I am just thrilled each day to have a cup of it in my hands, and the aroma tantalizing my nostrils.  It really is one of the best parts of waking up.
Poets United Think Tank #63 Something Stinks

One Crazy Ride

Magpie #79 Life is one big crazy ride....
 ...sometimes its fast and wild
and others it is a Sunday drive...
...but whatever rolls into your life
just don't let those moments pass you by.

One Big Prayer,This Windmill,and A Dog Named Slick

Magpie #76
The mills of the gods grind slowly, a wise greek once said, but God can turn things around quickly when a miracle is required.  Sometimes God's timing in our lives can seem like a slow moving train holding up traffic. It is never going to make a way for us to get through, but it does ,eventually, if we wait patiently.  Then ,there are those other times, when things happen fast, your heart skips a beat, and God moves quick as wind to make a way. This story is one of those kind of times.

I was about 11 years old with scragly hair and awkward limbs running around outside at my babysitter's house.  She was the wife of a true blue farmer.  They had everything a farm would be expected to have right down to the cow's milk, and overalls.  They were an older couple.  His name was Albert, and he spoke like no one I had ever known before.  Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but you always knew when he came in the door, cause he smelled just like cow manure.  For some…

Hanging In There

I had a lover's quarrel with the world.  ~Robert Frost, The Lesson for Today, 1942
I just wanted to take the time to let you know that I am still alive and kicking.  The last couple of years have been stressful ones for me.  Some of you know my troubles but many do not, and I apolagize for not explaining any further at this time.  I just have been hanging in there the best I can.  On top of everything else I recently changed job locations as well.  I work at a different library now, and I no longer have time to spend blogging and reading blogs the way I used to.  That is why I have not participated in Magpie Tales, One Shot,or Thing Tank, latley.  I did not want to post a poem and not be able to read the other poems that were linked to those sites.  I am working on getting internet at home, and then that will give me an opportunity to read and blog the way I would like.  Thank you for all for taking the time to read my blog and becoming a dear friend and encourager.  I may not be b…