Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Pearls of Wisdom

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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls. ~Honore de Balzac

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Like Broken Glass

"Pain is pain, hurt is hurt, fear is fear, anger is anger, and it has no color."  ~Iyania Vanzant

There is a saying in recovery, "hurt people hurt people".  I used to think I understood what it truly meant and felt that I did not apply to it in any way.  I always considered those around me and their feelings in all my actions, but it seems that I have been mistaken.

It has been over a year now since I went through my last divorce.  It was my second unsuccessful marriage, and it was in my actions after that time that this truth become clear to me like a freshly cleaned window.

There are all kinds of ways we can hurt people in this life.  It is not just done directly by a gun, blunt object, or the tongue.  We can inflict all kinds of damage to others just by the choices we make for ourselves.  The man a woman chooses to marry, if he is not a man of integrity and kindness, can possibly down the road be an abusive father, or simply a poor example of what a man is supposed to be.  This is not a direct act of blatant hurt or premeditated infliction, but it still has its effect on others in the long run. 
 That being said, it is easier to realize that there are ways in my life I might have inflicted pain and suffering upon another.  

My point of greatest weakness is in my relationships.  My choice in men has left others to ponder my very sanity, and question my judgment deeply.  It is almost like a scarlet letter than I have placed with my own hands upon my brow. For others to witness.  I am drawn to a broken man like a river is drawn to the sea.  Is it because I want to fix someone or repair what’s broken?  Maybe, I only know that when faced with a room of choices I will always gravitate to the ones that others would avoid. 

When I started dating again after my last divorce I talked to a couple of nice men and then decided to join a dating site.  Needless to say, a person with my kind of issues should never join a dating site.  It is like putting a heroin addict in a room full of needles; or a child loose in a china shop. Not a good idea all the way around.

In the course of trying to find the perfect man for me, I found myself dating the most broken ones.  I cannot completely explain it, but that is only part of the problem I created.  As certain dates did not work out, or did not meet my need to be utterly needed, I would immediately latch onto the next prospect like a spider grabbing its prey.  Poor unsuspecting men, who simply wanted to meet someone to love, would be trampled upon like they were in the middle of a stampede, as I scurried over to my next prospect of a mate. 

Unfortunately, I left behind a trail of destruction in my wake.  I will probably never know just how far and wide, but I am certain it is there, and I am its culprit.  Now in hindsight I can look back and see it more clearly.  I can view the wreckage for what it is; a broken person hurting other broken people as they pass in life, like a frantic hand reaching through the broken glass. 

I am now settled into a new relationship.  To someone that I met on the date site.  A man that captivated me from the first moment I laid eyes on him.  Our desperate need to be loved and needed makes us both the perfect pair and not.  It is kind of like science experiment that is both amazing to watch, but can be a disaster when it explodes over the flask.  He is a beautiful hearted man, who has made choices in life that have sent him trailing down a harder road than most, and in so many ways so have I.

I guess one could say based on my last paragraph that I have not learned anything from my past mistakes, but to that statement I would disagree.  It may appear that way, but I believe that some changes do not happen fast.  Some things move slow like an old man without his cane.  I may still be in a relationship with a broken person with a past, and I may be frazzled and broken myself, but like a window that has been repaired with new glass, I can see what is before me.  There was a time when I was wandering blindly to this truth.  

Life is like that; a journey of different measured cobbled stone steps that take a while to make.  I may not be where I need to be today, but I am not where I was yesterday, and that is a progress, be it slow as it is.  The truth is, I am a work in progress, and I may still fall along the way, but I am learning a little here and there as I take each step forward.  I may have lingered in the place some would caution to leave, but I also am aware of the cause and effect of my actions and this is a clarity that in the past was utterly broken.  Now it is in the process of a careful and slow repair.

Yes, hurt people hurt people, but those in the process of recovery can reveal healing in their life, that can also give hope to another on their path, and that is where the miracle of recovery begins.

Linking with Poetry Jam for Mary's prompt "Broken".

The photo above was obtained from Google Images.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

To Comfort the Soul

"Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is."
~ Nadine Gordiner

I have always longed for a great love
 to comfort my soul.
 One that would nourish
 every need inside and out.
 Inspire the best and with grace
 make the worst disappear.
  A devotion that would
 cradle like a soft crocheted sock
 and protect my very stance
 from the greatest of stumbling.
 Yet, in my search what I have truly found is
 that the only one that can fulfill
 these needs within my soul is God,
and in my foolishness I reach out to man,
again and again at no avail.
It is in the hard fall
that I find the comfort of God.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Lovely Is the Fall

If Heaven made him — earth can find some use for him. ~Chinese Proverb

There are many ways we lose thing in this life, like a tree loses leaves in the autumn wind.
It is not just death that steals from the heart what could or might have been.

More than just a fire can take a house and tear the home right down,
as many trade winds that blow can carry the leaves until they hit the ground.

I did not realize what I had lost until the midst of winter's hardest cold
though you had been falling long before the autumn's rustling winds could blow.

Yet, for everything that is lost, something else new can be retrieved.  
There is a lesson spread upon the path that sounds out like rustling leaves.

One man's fall can be a guide post for another's future steps in this life
for even loss and hurt serve a greater purpose to inspire a walk that's truly right.

My sponsor once asked me why I could not give my son and his addiction over to God.  For a long time I could not truly answer her question.  At the surface I did not know the answer myself.   The following is the answer I eventually gave her:

"I am afraid of losing him, not just in death, but also in addiction.  For anyone who has ever had a child go through such a severe addiction knows that we do not just lose people through death, we lose people all kinds of ways.  When he was in the depths of his addiction, he was lost, and I felt I had lost the true him; the person he was truly in his heart.  I cannot tell you how devastating that experience is, but I understand now that is why I have held on to the fear of turning him completely over to God, as foolish as that may sound.  Even though he might need to go down another dark path to reach the place God wants him to be, I do not know if I could go through that again.  The pain of losing him in that way is beyond explaining.  Be it what it is, that is my reason."

It has been over a year since I wrote these words, and much has happened since then.  I am grateful to say that he went down the dark path again and hit rock bottom there.  He is now very active in recovery with a sponsor and sponsoring someone himself.  I have seen the miracle of recovering in his life and the inspiration of how he can help others that are on the dark beaten path of addiction.  That is what is lovely about falling.  We can reach out for help and get back up again, It is in that process we become a help to others through the example of our own life's lessons.  It may be a hard course, but when it is learned genuinely it is a beautiful one.

Monday, October 20, 2014

A Whisper In a Hailstorm

Now I know, a refuge never grows
from a chin in the hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
~Indigo Girls

 At a glance, you cannot see a shadow in the dark.
Its beginnings are as undefined as recognizing
one face in a crowd.
For no eyes have ever taken awe at a 
painting halfway done.
Its colors are as obscure as
the misunderstood ring of
a vaguely uttered sound.
Listing, you cannot hear a
whisper in a hailstorm.
Its vibrations vanish in the wind
unnoticed as a sigh of regret.
For a heart has never been moved
by an act of complacency.
Its message is as uninspiring
as words that were never said.
Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Open Link Monday"

Monday, October 13, 2014

Blink of an Eye

Self-portrait, Vivian Maier

Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past. ~H.F. Hedge

It is in the moment of the click and flash
as I focus on what's before me
that the past flashes before my eyes
all memories exposed like film
and I zoom in and click
over and over again
at shutter speed
for a better
picture than the one before
yet it is so easy to blink
and capture myself
again with my eyes closed.

The future is a dark room where the film has not developed yet.  All the photographs that we took in the past are in progress waiting to become clear.  Only we can develop the negatives.  For our lives are a photograph that both leaves traces of our passage, and leads to our destination.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Fulfillment Is Like A Dixie Cup

Linking with Poetry Jam for Gabriella's prompt "If I were"

 "There are people who have money and people who are rich." ~Coco Chanel

If I were wealthy with more money than I could spend
and beautiful like Mona Lisa attracting all the men
with fame like Marilyn and grace like Fred Astaire
I would have everything I wanted and no worries nor cares
but if I am soberly honest and think it through like a queen
I am certain that this wealth would not truly change a thing
cause no matter where I live be it a mansion or a trailer park
I will still have worries and can still have a broken heart
in fact the deepest problems could possible get bigger to
for the more you got the more you truly got to lose
so pour my champagne in a Dixie cup and fill it to the top
I don't need a crystal goblet I am happy with what I got.

Fulfillment is like a Dixie cup that fills up rather fast
a little is sufficient when you have a fuller glass.

What gives you the greatest fulfillment in your life?

Monday, October 6, 2014

Light Is A Lover With Long Blonde Hair

photo by Kelsey Hannah

 Linking with Poetry Pantry #221 at Poet's United
Thank you Mary. 

Light, God's eldest daughter...  ~Thomas Fuller

Light is a lover with long blonde hair
she reaches out like an heiress
full of beauty yet no cares.

Her touch is warm and soothing
that lies full weight upon the skin
 as she looks hard in your direction
but she will never let you in.

She holds a subtle power that
overtakes the darkest place
bringing forth a certain glory
though you will never view her face.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Speed Racer

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Flash Fiction 55"
The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. ~C.S. Lewis
55 words below:
Here I am fifty one
not everyone in my family
makes it that far
I guess you could say
I am winning a race
I did not know I was running
trying to get to the finish line
I just want to make it there
without getting there
even faster than
the speed of light.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Lonely Is A Velvet Chair

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 Linking with Poetry Pantry #220

"Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty." 
~Mother Teresa

In the old house I grew up in, there was an antique velvet chair that sat in the corner of the living room draped with a sheet. It was never used as far as I could tell.  Mother said it was too fine a chair to be dirtied up by our sweaty little bodies. So there it stood ,while I sat on the floor to watch television.

Years later after she passed away, the chair ended up in my grandparent's garage once again draped with a sheet. I came across it searching for old photos of my family. I had spent many nights there at my grandparent's and other friend's houses throughout that difficult time.

Looking back now, I realize it was simply my Dad's way of protecting me from the emptiness that so filled our home. I suppose he did not understand that loneliness is not merely solidarity, for I learned then, that it is also magnified by being kept apart from where you are meant to be.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Like the Unfolding of a Flower

a storm to move mountains by Brook Shaden click here

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"

Linking with dVerse for the Brook Shaden prompt and with Poetry Jam "clouds" prompt

Like the changes we face in life, clouds can represent the passions of the heart.  They can be soft to the eyes on a peaceful day, and then full of darkness and bolts of lightning in a thunderstorm.
Life is full of changes like the sky can be filled with clouds; each one unique and ever evolving into something more.

Clouds evolve like the unfolding of a flower
from a bud into a full bloom

and so do our hopes and passions in life
they spark within and then evolve into view
 like the vapors that make up the clouds
these hopes and cares we hold dear stay alive
this magnificent move from sea to air
is part of the growth of what makes us truly thrive.

Monday, September 22, 2014

The Water's Reflection

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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
~e.e. cummings

The Unspoken

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.  ~Virginia Woolf

Bending Over Backwards

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Open link Monday"

"Suffering isn't ennobling, recovery is."  ~Christiaan Barnard


 I am not an agile person physically.  I could never do a back bend and land on my feet, nor even do a forward roll or somersault.  Yet when it comes to the matters of the heart and relationships, I will mentally do  an acrobatic dismount off the high beam followed by a cartwheel and the splits.  All the while smiling as if it is an easy feat, but inside I will be groaning with pain.  It is a behavior that I have acted out for years.  So like a heavy oak branch, it is a habit that will not be easy to break. 

One night a few weeks ago I had plans to go to dinner with a dear friend of mine.  I have been sharing my car with my son who was home with my car and she was going to pick me up from work and then take me to my ride so that we could meet up at a farther location to go out to eat.  As I got into her car I realized that she was having a bad day due to a bad phone call, and very much in a hurry to get to our destination. 

 In her presence of frazzled behavior, I found myself wanting to hurry to diminish the stress that lingered in the air.  I rushed out of her car to my apartment, hoping to get my keys and a couple things to head out to my outing with her.  Once I got into my apartment in a whirl of haste, I found another predicament. 

 My son was not feeling well and hoping to be taken to the store to get soup and medicine.  Knowing that this would make me late and my friend even more annoyed.  I reacted with animosity as I scurried around the apartment grabbing my purse and my keys to head out the door.  Of course this made him upset, because I was not going to tend to his problem at the moment, so magically I had another agitated person to deal with.

I dashed in my car with more stress than I entered the apartment with.  I was now carrying the load of two people's dismay, and it was stealing the peace right out of my hands.  As I drove away, I got the big idea of calling a friend of mine that helps me out a lot.  I asked him if he would call my son and take him to the store for me.  The friend commenced to call him, but there was no answer.  I then asked him to try to text.  Unfortunately, that was at no avail.  In the process of urgently asking him to keep trying to get ahold of my son, I found him getting more and more annoyed.  The next thing I knew, he practically hung up on me. 

It had become an eloquent little mess that I could not have planned if I had tried with all my might.  By the time I reached the restaurant I had 3 aggravated people to contend with.  Fortunately my friend calmed down at the restaurant and we had a nice time, and everyone else eventually got over it, as they always seem to do. 

Later that evening as I laid in bed thinking back over the day, I realized how ridiculous the whole thing was.  Each situation perpetuated the next.  My effort to prevent one person from being upset made the next person mad.  It was like a snowball that got bigger as it rolled.  Only I was the ball rolling down the hill trying in vain not to upset the scheme of things. 

It is funny how life has a way of teaching us what we need to know.  I don't need to take gymnastics or psychology to understand that no amount of magic and tricks up my sleeve can keep everyone happy all of the time, but my lifetime habit has been to do just that.   Do whatever it takes no matter how awkward or painful to avoid controversy or dismay.  It holds good intentions, but usually becomes problematic for both me and those I am related to.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Harvest of the Brave

image by Musin Yohan

Linking with Poetry Jam for Mary's prompt "Harvest Time"

Our battle-fields, safe in the keeping
Of Nature's kind, fostering care,
Are blooming, - our heroes are sleeping, -
And peace broods perennial there.
~John H. Jewett

We gather our fallen like crop in the field and then set them up in rows.
Those that bore the burden of fighting freedom's greatest foes.

They stood among the strongest and brave upon the land
and gave the greatest sacrifice for liberty of fellow man.
An offering of plenty that no civilian can give back
providing for generations the rights that only heroes grant.
 Now we reap the benefit of the harvest of the brave
so let us give the offering reverence and live a life that's great.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Open Your Present

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I am with you kid. Let's go."
 ~Maya Angelou

They say that when you are riding in an airplane with a child that the proper procedure for emergency oxygen is to put the mask on yourself first and then on the child.  If you put it on the child first you may pass out before you can manage to get both safely on.  Then you are not conscious to make sure that the child keeps their mask in place or protect them in general.  This action proves to be true in more situations in life than just aircraft emergency codes. 

We get so caught up in trying to take care of those around us that we forget that if we do NOT take care of our self, that we are not much use in the care of someone ELSE.  We survive instead of thrive.  I believe that many women suffer from this mishap.  Instead of gaining strength and growing from rejuvenating in the light that God gave us first, we set our cares utterly aside and carry on the mission of lighting everyone else's fires.  As a result, we are listless and overwhelmed, running on what little steam we have left to get by.  So we end up going through life, not really enjoying the gifts it has to offer. 

Life is a packaged gift that was meant to be opened wide
tear off the wrapping like a 5 year old and toss it wildly to the side.

Take it into your hands and then hold it to your chest
like a prized trophy in gold you worked so hard to get.

Once you have it opened, keep it ever close
like a beautiful lover that you never want to go.

Enjoy all it has to offer with each experience and every kiss
cherish the moments and savor all of life's gifts.

For it was not meant to be cast aside like a vase upon a shelf
it is yours and what you make it, it can be poor or full of wealth.


Monday, September 8, 2014

The Mistress and a Man

"What is to give light must endure burning."  ~Viktor Frankl
We hold a certain attraction the two of us.
I need to be needed and you need too much.
My light keeps reaching without falter or rest
as you love the luxury of being my returning guest.
To be your beacon is what I always yearn
yet I am the recipient of my constant burn.
We have a certain attraction like a light and a moth
for I long to sustain you, but you cannot be caught.

No I am not having an affair with a married man.  I just thought that the wording in first person held more power.  The picture represented a painful relationship to me and I went with it in this direction.  That's my story and I am sticking to it.

What do you see when you look at the prompt?

Friday, September 5, 2014

Calling All Bloggers

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This is an official SOS....I have a blogging question and figured someone out there can help me with it.  I have tried to figure it out at no avail, and am ready to ask for help.
 This is my question:
 How do you add "You Might Also Like" at the bottom of your posts.
 I have fiddled and fiddled with it and I give up.


Pretty Please of course :-)

Monday, August 25, 2014

The Brilliant Teacher

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz
"When it is dark enough, you can see the stars." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Every soul is a brilliant student and teacher
 like the stars in the midnight sky.
Each endeavor we undertake
 is a shimmering example
be it wrong or be it right.
All the decisions one man can manufacture
are a beacon for those willing to truly view
and they become a bright lesson of guidance
of what another man should never do.

For our lives are a monument on display
 like a planetarium or chalk board at school,
and our actions profess the truths
that speaks for both scholars and for fools.

One thing I have learned over the years watching people and taking a closer look into my own mirror is this:

We all are teachers in this life.  We advise others not just in our triumphs but also in our mistakes.   Like stars in the midnight sky we shine bright when it is dark.  Adversity and how we handle it can be the most brilliant teacher of all.  It enlightens understanding much faster than the way of complacency for both the individual and the onlookers.   The clergy teach us, but so does the criminal.  They each have a message to share.   For this world is one big classroom, and we are not just the students we are the teachers as well. 

What is the brightest lesson your life has taught to someone else in your sphere of influence?
Has someone in your life taught you a valuable lesson you would like to share?

Saturday, August 23, 2014

A Fragile Force

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If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life. ~Cher

Friday, August 22, 2014

Map for the Moon

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 Linking with Poetry Jam for the "Paths" prompt.
"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."

I have never held a map for the moon within my hands
though I have journeyed there just the same.
With empty pockets and no compass for land
heading to uncharted territory with no title nor claim.

The future holds a ticket that I lost somewhere in the past
a place I don't belong but revisit with tourists and fools.
Fishing for food with a line I could never cast
hoping for amnesty due to bending a thousand rules.

 Lessons are like a dirt road that have pebbles under our feet
we learn to step on them gently and where not to step.
For life has a way of providing the trial that will teach
yet it is up to us to gain knowledge and utilize the test.

Sometimes the lesson that is hardest to learn is the" not" instead of the "do".  What not to do or not to go.  In recovery they talk a lot about insanity, and what it truly means.  Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result.  I have found that in my life the things that I struggle with most are trying to control what is not my place to do.  Like a map for the moon, it is not my place to tread, nor is it truly an option to try.  Yet, I still keep on heading back down that path.  Hoping to change something that is not truly within my grasp, like a map for the moon, I do not hold the power to change anyone or anything outside of my own self.  I understand the lesson, yet I keep retaking the test.  I guess that makes me either an eager student or an insane one.  You do the math. :-)

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

A Mighty Force

Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, by R.A.D. Stainforth

 For what avail the plough or sail,

Or land or life, if freedom fail?

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

The grand escape of bondage's chains
 is carried by swift feet to a better place.

We untie the knots and cut what binds
 with bloody hands in record time.

Risking capture we press on brave
forging for freedom through wind and rain.

Freedom's hope is not a faint of heart force
that sails forward no matter how rough the course.

It has a message that whispers not
it yells of liberty and never stops.

For anything that stands in it's way
is risking downfall for freedom's sake.

The will to survive is a mighty force, so when our life and liberties are in danger all the courage our soul possesses carries us through to escape the hands of peril where they lay.  Like adrenaline increases our strength to lift a car off a mother's leg, our deep longing to breathe in the place we feel we belong empowers us to defy the odds before us.  When I saw this picture prompt provided by the one and only Stainforth, the first thing that popped into my head was the word escape.  You can view it as a wonderful vacation escape to the isles or fleeing to other shores from danger or the law.  However you look at it, the word escape holds a powerful meaning in our lives.  They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and this photo spoke to me one big one.


Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Daring Exploration

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"Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door."  ~ Emily Dickinson

It is a noble yet desperate search the exploration 
we launch in the names of fulfillment and happiness
an excavation into the deepest of passions 
like a worm hole in the sand.
burrowing to the distant shores of man
longing for a verse that defines us
and a dream that makes beautiful
the ugliness of regret's disdain
taking back the loss
and filling it with something more
for brother sister lover and friend
you and I and yesterday's elderly 
the dead poets and all children's hopes
each worthy of the call
the voice of humanity
it is an echo of longing's song
that rings out far beyond the grave.

Linking with Imaginary Gardens 
and with Poets United

Monday, August 11, 2014

To Bear the Burden

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"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear."  ~ C S. Lewis

Grief is a long and heavy coat
 that winter cannot bear by itself.

It carries into the heat of summer
 stealing youth's folly and it's wealth.

It tarries through to autumn
where November's rains turn to snow

and tears not yet fallen wait
for remembrance to let them go.

Time lightens it's ominous burden
yet it's garment never truly tears.

For grief is a long and heavy coat
that must be placed in God's loving care.

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform"
Hello beautiful Toads. :-)

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Homemade Moonshine

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"We are here and it is now.  Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine."
~ H. L. Mencken

Like a ringing phone at 2 am
white lightning has a certain kick
it grabs you at the gut
and then hits ya with a brick.

It holds the utter power
to make yer troubles run
it woos them with a sigh
and then shoots em with a gun.

The only trouble with the liquor
is it aint got a lick of aim
it makes a lotta noise
but troubles live on just the same.

So if ya got a heartache
that won't just leave ya be
forget the drink and jug
just stay sober and have green tea.

linking with Poetry Jam and the "Homemade" prompt.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

Elizabeth Taylor, Set of  "Giant", by Frank Worth

The Mag #231

Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night. ~Terri Guillemets

I have skinned my knees for far lesser things
recklessly chasing tumbleweeds and lassoing dreams
carrying the load with my own bare hands
searching for meaning on my own spot of land
it takes giant strength to break a steed
and yet another kind to set him free
so now I plow hard on a lonely plain
hoping for sunshine praying for rain
for finding purpose and chasing dreams
is a thirsty calling and a tricky thing
you can get stuck in the mud falling hard
or lose your way and break your heart
either way it is an awkward gravel path
where boots get torn and tires go flat
so cowards need not apply for this post
keep your baggage and just stay home
I'm searching for greater things something more
and it can't be bought at the corner store
I will probably get robbed or ripped to shreds
digging for gold that could never be lent
but that has never before shattered my dreams
and I have skinned my knees for far lesser things.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Monday, July 28, 2014

Say "Hello"

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I know that this choice was not on my last post, but a girl has a right to change her mind. :-)
Still I wanted to formally introduce you to my new blog name:

It is the title to a poem that I wrote many years ago.

"A Net Full of Butterflies"

I can hear it in your voice, the angry words you can't forget.  A heartache's anthem is echoing over and over in your head.  But can you remember when you were just a child, it was easy to hear the magic in the song.  You could dance around all day no matter what went wrong.  Just close your eyes and try,
for a child sets anger free like a net full of butterflies.

I can see it in the tears that you never cry, you are not as strong as the shield you hide behind.  But can you remember when you were just a child, and it was easy for the tears to fall like rain.  When you were upset it was written all over your face.  Just close your eyes and try,
 for a child lets pride go like a net full of butterflies. 

I can feel it in your touch you just can't let it go.  You are holding on to the past like a trophy of plated gold.  But can you remember when you were just a child, it was easy to forget the troubles of yesterday, leave them all behind and play the day away.  Just close your eyes and try,
for a child tells bitterness goodbye like a net full of butterflies.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

A Cat Named Killer

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Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names. 
 ~Japanese Proverb

Call me fickle, or maybe just in need of diversity, but I have decided to change the name of my blog.  I have come across 3 other blogs with the same title, and I have a hankering to come up with something new. 
All my blog friends have become dear to my heart and inspire my mind, and I want to make you a part of my decision, so I am going to list all my ideas for names and ask that you comment and give me some feed back on what you prefer.
Here we go:

1. Planting Poems with Ink
2. Poems, Pens, and Kryptonite
3. Echoes of Hope
4. Whisper In a Hail Storm
5. Reflections of a Foolish Poet
6. Lessons=Poetry
7. Recovering Through Poetry
8. Your ideas are welcome (this is not a name) Laugh out loud

I look forward to seeing your thoughts and ideas.
Thank you dear blogger friends. :-)


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Swift Bird

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Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.
 ~Terri Guillemets

Time is a prudent yet swift bird
 that we all truly long to catch.
Though the feathers that it flies with
 carry it ever further beyond our grasp.
We rush awkwardly forward
as it touches back down upon a branch
and we reach out in a hurry
but still with a backward glance.
For no nets nor loaded guns
can catch this bird in hovered flight.
It tarries not for no beast nor human
as it takes each hour soft within the night.

Linking with dVerse for Mary's prompt "Time"


Monday, July 21, 2014

Spoon Fulls of The Moon (Magpie Memories)

Venus de Milo with drawers,1936,Salvador Dali

(Now linking with #229 boy does time fly.)

"Venus demilo
In her half-baked shell
Understood the nature
Of love very well
She said, a good love is delicious
You can’t get enough too soon
It makes you so crazy
You want to swallow the moon"
~Lyrics of Jupiter written by Jewel


There are places hidden like drawers
 in a chest that only some will ever see
A thousand secrets of the great enigma
 that only one man can truly free
Inside each are longings sorted like bobby pens
 at the bottom of beauty's wealth
with different shades of gray and red
 that camouflage a woman's heart with stealth
for the hungers of love's deep wanting are contained
 yet they can be seen by the naked eye
as the beauty of longing and all it's charms
 spoon up the moon with just a sigh.

I have so many unfinished posts for Magpie Tale prompts that I started, but could not get finished before the following prompt started.  I hope it will be okay, but I have decided to link them in here and there on future weeks prompts, so that they will get finished and at least linked in the place they once belonged.  I am going to call them "Magpie Memories".  I probably have about 18 or so that I started and did not complete.  So this one is the first of many old ones to come.  Approval permitting of course.  Hope everyone has a wonderful week.  Thank you Tess.  Magpie Tales has been a wonderful inspiration for me.