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OUT OF NOWHERE

 In the stillness ~

In the quiet ~

I hear whispers

From within ~

I turn around

I make no sound ~

But that's where

It all begins…

My mind

Sends thoughts

From out of

Nowhere ~

Like neon signs

flashing ~

Inside my head ~

I must remember

These I mutter ~

But grab a pen ~

To write them

Down instead.

 

Such thoughts

They are and

Sometimes many ~

They seem profound

for just a ~

moments' time ~

But then flicker ~

And burn out ~

Vaporizing back

into my muddled mind.

 

But oh the precious few

That make it to ~

The light of day

To be recorded ~

Those thoughts ~

I will protect ~

They need to

Be addressed ~

rewarded ~

They need

Some space ~

To call their

Own ~

The pages of

A diary ~

Or perhaps

Within a poem?

 

So whenever

I am able ~

I must write

down what I can ~

Must capture

Thoughts that

Call to me ~

Support them

Teach them

How to stand ~

Release them

So they may

Run free ~

For I am them ~

And they are

Me.

 

 

WRITTEN FOR HARMONY PUB ~ TUESDAYS WITH JUST JUDI

PEACE OF MIND

 

Groovin' and movin'

Singing and swaying ~

Rockin' on to the

Crazy beat ~

Man ~ Oh Man ~

I can remember…

When Bell bottoms

were so neat ~

Hip-huggers low ~

With belts so wide ~

Poor boy shirts

tucked snug inside ~

Love beads and

flowers in our hair ~

Going we were ~

But who knows where?

Perhaps to San Fransisco

Where "Love-Ins"

were all the rage?

Perhaps to Arizona ~

Wearing our Rainbow shades?

 

We made it through

The turmoil ~

Of all those crazy years ~

We voiced

our many doubts ~

Screamed out

our darkest fears ~

Self medicated

to the nines ~

The world drowned

out ~ And that was fine ~

We did what had to be ~

Maintained our precious

Sanity ~

Expressed to all

Our discontent ~

We marched ~

Some off to war

They went ~

While others lit

A candle bright ~

Who was to say ~

What (or who)

was wrong ~ Or right?

We were never silent ~

No wallflowers ~ were we ~

Yet ~ here we are today ~

Still confused as can be !

The times have changed

And so have we ~

Older and wiser

We profess to be ~

Paying our taxes ~

We're now sensibly

Dressed ~

Have we gained

Anything?

Or ~

Do we have less?

 

Did we find

what "It"  was ~

we were looking for?

Did we become the

Change ~

That we wanted to see?

Did we break

Through the chains

That held us back?

Did we spread our

Wings wide ~

Did we fly free?

 

Alas ~ I fear that

we've been fooled ~

Our protest marches

Over-ruled ~

No end to war

OR

Poverty ~

So many people

Not yet free ~

The government

Still "out to lunch" ~

It's all a cycle ~

I've a hunch ~

A never ending

Clash of power ~

Between the masses

And the powers

That were and are ~

Ever will be ~

Be ~

New generations

Evolve to ~

"take their turn at bat" ~

you see ~

While we "Baby Boomers" ~

Watch our time expire ~

Content now ~

To fan the sparks of

Someone elses' fire ~

Happy to sit ~

Reminisce and tell ~

The stories that we

Remember so well ~

Woodstock ~

The war ~

The drugs ~

The music ~

Man ~ Oh Man ~

It was the best

And worst of times ~

So busy looking

on the outside ~

For "something" that ~

we never did find?

Searching for such

a long ~ long time…

Not knowing we

were running blind ~

While all along

Waiting within us ~

was ~

That precious calm ~

That ~ "peace of mind" ~

The "gift" that saved

A generation ~

The "gift" we hope

To leave behind ~

For our children

And their childrens' ~

Children ~

The hardest thing

To find ~

Outer wisdom

From experience ~

That comes with ~

inner "peace of mind".

 

From the darkest

Black shadows of

Night I awaken ~

Streaks of red and gold

Flash before my eyes ~

The day breaks through

Like a fire that's burning ~

Dawn bursting in flames

Across sleepy morn sky.

 

Within me awakes

A similar fire ~

The flames that fuel

my spirit burn ~

I arise to tackle a

Brand new day ~

Feel my heart beat

Strong ~

Creative juices churn ~

Alive and aglow ~

My joy shouts

And I know ~

Red is the color

My soul feels today ~

Brilliant red

Like the blood

Rushing through

my veins ~

Delightful red ~

Unveiling this

Beautiful morn ~

Reaching out ~

Holding ~  

each new second ~

born…

Holding ~

Each minute ~

Each hour

of this precious day ~

Before it bleeds

Once again into ~

Darkness of night

Away.

 

 

 

 

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WRITTEN FOR MAGICAL MONDAY @ CPC ~ I WROTE IT BEFORE THEY POSTED IT HERE ON BOOMER...EARLY FOR ONCE?  COULD NOT GET IT POSTED ON MYSPACE

A SONG OF THANKS

 

Guilty of taking

For granted ~

The true beat and

harmony ~

Of my lifes' song ~

With blind eyes ~

Refusing to see ~

What really was ~

Most important ~

To me all along.

 

Grateful I ~

for ties that bind ~

For knowledge

That begets wisdom ~

Leaving ignorance

Behind ~

For divine intervention

Helping along ~

Epiphanies that

illuminate ~

And keep my song strong.

 

 

Grateful I ~

for family and friends

I hold dear~

Those I kiss and hug close

to me ~

Those not so near ~

For sustenance ~

For food on my table ~

For a job I can do ~

For a body that's able.

 

Grateful I ~

For each minute ~

Each hour that

pulls me along ~

Reminding me gently

of things ~

My heart has

Always known ~

The true meaning

Of gifts ~

bestowed upon me ~

The good ~ in my life

all around me to see ~

Blessed to have

Known so much love ~

To have loved much ~

in return ~

Makes my heart

Swell with gratitude ~

Grateful eyes with

Tears burn ~

Thank you Lord

For all you have given ~

For this life song

of mine ~

I'm so blessed to sing ~

My grateful voice

I lift to you alone ~

A song of thanks

I sing ~

For everything!

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WRITTEN FOR BFF #73

GUILTY PLEASURES

 

I consider myself extremely lucky, in that I have

"guilty pleasures" ~  in a number of different categories…

 

FOOD:

 

 

 

I love cake.  I loved cake when I was little, loved it

Growing up, love it now and predict that I will

Continue loving it to the day my hand shakes while

I am "forking" it into my eager mouth.

I grew up with a mom who was THE #1 BEST BAKER

(In the world)…she could make any kind of cake, pie,

Torte, cookie etc. from scratch.  Our house always

Had some sort of "sweet" aroma wafting…not only on

The holidays but every other day as well.

There were fruitcakes with delicious crumbles, peach,

And blueberry pies, Fass-nacht donuts, marbled pound

Cakes, custom made butter-cream birthday cakes and at

Christmas "Stollen" (the European ancestor of American

Fruitcake that tastes nothing like fruitcake but IS a

Buttery sweet holiday delight.  Cookies at Christmas were

Baked by the trunkful and …I have a sweet tooth for

Cake that will never quit.

We used to have cake for breakfast (I know nowdays that

Is not considered healthy) but we never left home for

School with empty stomachs .

 

PETS:

 

 

I indulge the doggie I have now…he is my friend through

Thick and thin, sickness and health, for richer or poorer

And he never…ever…makes me feel bad.  Unconditional

Love is HIS specialty and mine is …spoiling him.

I am not even ashamed to say that I sometimes love my

Ollie more than the people that are around me…he is

A guilty pleasure that just keeps on giving .

 

HOBBIES:

 

Photography ~ could be my "life" if only someone would

Pay me to take pictures.  I absolutely love, love , love

Going off by myself and taking pictures…I have been known

To get lost for hours and totally loose track of anything

Else on my schedule.  Photographs are to me…a chronicle of

History (my own and the rest of the worlds') and when I am

Photographing…I focus totally and immerse myself in the

Subjects my camera (and I behind the lens) are seeing.  I find

That with the camera in my hand…I experience things more

Totally than I would without…I notice things like details of shade

And light, how many spots the Giraffe has on his ears, the color of

A little girls' eyes when I take her portrait…the angle of a building

And the reflections in the glass…the different hues in a lake

On a clear day when the sky and clouds are reflected in it.

I relive special moments and memories through my pictures and

My greatest joy is taking pictures for other people and presenting them

With an album or a scrapbook of their "special event".

The reason this is a "guilty pleasure" is because (if I let it) it takes

Up a lot of my time…housework goes undone, groceries are not

Shopped for ~ dinners not started ~ and well…other stuff is sort of

In a "holding pattern" till I put the camera down.  It also costs money

To print out the pics…paper…ink…etc.  that could be better spent

On other things…but it brings me such joy…that I indulge whenever

I am able.

 

WRITING :

 

 

This "guilty pleasure" goes hand-in –hand with taking pictures.

When I sit down and write…the world around me disappears and I

Simply "step upstairs" into my head and travel wherever the muse

Takes me…I forget everything else and by the time I am done ~

Day has (often) turned to night and there are grumpy and hungry

Folk milling about me and pets that are frantic that their dinner has

Been forgotten.  I feel such a rush when I write that I try to do it as

Often as I can…often just a little guilty that my "laundry day" has 

Turned into my "blog writing day"…I even write at work sometimes

And am resentful when I must put down my pen or pencil to attend to

Some "nuisance" that I am actually being "paid" to do.

 

CLOTHING:

 

Socks, warm and the fuzzier the better…guilty pleasure I cannot and

Get enough of, also warm flannel pajama pants (the crazier, the better).

I have a pair my sister gave me for Christmas, they are black and have

Brown bears and red snow shoes on them ~ drawstring with pockets ~

I LOVE those pants!  Worn sweatshirts…(distressed ~ I believe they call them ~

Like worn jeans…love those too) and T shirts soft from too many

Washings.  The "guilt" enters in when I purchase too many of these ~ and

Sadly remind myself that "less" is more and I really DON'T need one in

EVERY color that I like.

 

Comfy slippers and winter boots, comfy flip-flops…Hell ~ comfy ANYTHING!

 

HOUSEHOLD PRODUCTS:

 

 

 

Seventh Generation Lavender & Eucalyptus detergent and softner…

Costs a little more but it makes my clothes smell like a dream ~ I

Find it hard to wash my stuff with anything else. 

Aveeno skin products ~

 

 

Are wonderful for your skin…I may have to wean myself off them since the

"positively radiant face lotion"…small size…has now jumped to $18.99 a bottle!?!?

 

COFFEE:

 

Have always been a coffee-drinker.  My mom raised my sister and me on

Half coffee and half milk with 2 teaspoons of sugar….as we got older the

Coffee/milk ratio changed and I have always sought out "good" coffee.

I love Starbucks ~ had Gevalia shipped to my house for years and am now

A "Keurig k-cup" connoisseur.  I LOVE that machine that produces the perfect

Cup of Chai latte, coffee (pumpkin spice is my seasonal favorite), Earl Gray

Tea and Hot chocolate…each and every time!

 

FLOWERS:

 

I can't afford it all the time ~ but buying myself fresh cut flowers ~ especially

In Winter (when the garden is bare) makes me feel like a Queen! 

Guilty pleasure , I suppose, because they are not "needed" but just so very

Much appreciated…when they are on my table.

 

So I guess the definition (for me) of guilty pleasures is just stuff I don't need ~

But pretty much convince myself to buy (for myself) because having it makes

Me feel special and wonderful.  On that note ~ A delicious Marguerita is also

A "guilty pleasure", as is a bottle of Saranac "pumkin ale" and a good glass of

Riesling wine, Lindt chocolate truffles, Godiva chocolates…on and on.

We deserve these "guilty pleasures" because they bring "joy" to our hungry

Souls…and as long as our indulgences don't hurt anyone else…and make our

Lives a little brighter…I am all for partaking…

 

 

 

CHEERS…A TOAST TO US!

WRITTEN FOR CPC ~ MAGICAL MONDAY ~ SURREAL ART

GOOD MANNERS

 She drank a bit

Too much last night ~

At least ~

That's how it seemed ~

The world appeared

To be askew ~

Perhaps 'twas just

A dream?

 

Her memory

Had turned itself  

From right to

Upside down ~

Fragments went

Lost and missing ~

Somewhere behind

Her twisted frown.

 

 

Her suitor poured

Himself a glass ~

Had offered her

One too ~

A lady must accept

She thought ~

Good manners dictate ~

What to do ~

And so they toasted

One another ~

They toasted life

Itself and more ~

The rest she could

Not now recall ~

But knew there must

Be more.

 

He got so close that

She could feel

His breath upon

Her face ~

Remembered vague

Apologies ~

Blood pulsing ~

Heartbeats race ~

He had had quite

a few ~

But she had just

had one ~

How then had she

So utterly ~

To his advances ~

Quickly succumbed?

 

Head heavy now

And migraine pulsing~

She looked around

Surveyed the scene ~

He lay there

In a pool of blood ~

Knife in her hand

Screamed NO!

That this was not ~

A dream!

 

Drugged she'd been ~

Not loose at all ~

He tried to take

What wasn't his ~

 Ultimately ~

She now guessed ~        

It had come down

To this ~

In defense of

Honor ~ truth ~

And virtue ~

She had let her

Manners slip ~

Oh Momma!!!

Silently

she cried ~

Through bruised

And trembling lips ~

The wine went

Not right to my

Head ~

But turned my

Mind upon itself ~

And now an animal

Lies dead ~

I think I need

A little help!!!

 

To clean up such

A perfect mess ~

Set right again

What's upside down ~

Close to her heaving

Exposed breast ~

She clutched her

Torn and tattered gown ~

Then whispered

Mama you know best ~

Manners dictate  

Be a lady ~

When you find

You're with a man ~

Be careful ~

Don't let yourself

go crazy ~

Let HIM woo you

Through and through ~

But Momma ~

He drugged me ~

Played me for

A fool ~

Do you see me?

Can you hear me?

Momma?

Tell me now ~

What would ~

a "lady" do?

WRITTEN FOR CPC ~ A SIMPLE SUNDAY

Featuring the artwork of:

~Solstice Paradigm~

 

CAN YOU FEEL IT?

 

Pastel pearls and

Paisley swirls ~

Turquoise drops `

Pink ~ purple

Curls ~

An artists' palette ~

Of emotion ~

Soothes the soul

With a tranquil

Mood potion ~

Of colors and

Shapes ~

To bend the mind ~

Entice it ~

Tease it ~

Tempt it

To find ~

Just the right

Daydream ~

And just the

Right muse ~

To bring joy

To the heart ~

Make mind

and spirit ~ fuse ~

Coaxing a smile ~

Relieving the

Stress ~

As you relax

And let your

Anxieties rest ~

Contemplate

For a while ~

Content ~

Mood and design ~

The artists' message ~

Decipher ~

Stroke by stroke

Line by line ~

Till you reach

Your very own

"point of view" ~

What the artist

Felt when she

Painted ~

Can you see it?

Do you feel it

Too?

WRITTEN FOR CPC ~ POEMS & PAPER AIRLPLANES

THE STARS

 

The stars tonight

Spell out your name ~

The midnight sky ~

Sings the refrain ~

A love song meant

Only for you ~

It warms my heart

Now through and

Through ~

For all these years

You've come and

Gone ~

My heart went too ~

Marched on and on ~

Until you turned

And said to me ~

Here is ~ the only place ~

I long to be ~

Walking beside you

Hand in hand ~

Sharing a love

That neither of

Us planned ~

A love that sprung

From an empty seed

And grew to meet

Our every need ~

I love you now ~

I loved you then ~

Through the years

I have loved you ~

Over and over again ~

Tomorrow ~ I will ~

Dear heart ~

Love you still ~

Yes ~ I always have ~

And I always

Will.

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