tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20489304870465811442024-03-13T15:20:32.638-07:00tuasiempreMy blog is not going to include rants about the world and life's wrongdoings. It's probably not going to hold a diary of what's going on in my life. But, what it is going to contain is my poetry. I have been writing it for over 30 years. Some of what I post will be old, and some of it will be recent. You may find you can relate to some of what I write .. if so .. cool. If not, click the X and move on.. I'm open to feedback. Thanks to all of you who have been my inspiration, my muses.brathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-84219572682898632152014-12-21T21:41:00.000-08:002014-12-21T21:41:05.881-08:00Holiday Traditions<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: red;">Holiday traditions run rampant<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Every home different but the same<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">What food to eat and where to meet <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">And should we watch the game?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Christmas tree – fake, real or not <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Tinsel or garland or just a few lights<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Angel, star, Santa or nothing atop<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">And just when should we put it up?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Some give gifts to everyone, others nary a few<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">others draw names – who’s got grandpa?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Christmas Eve or after church oh just how long must we
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<span style="color: red;">Oh please, oh please let me open one early<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">So whether at home with family and friends<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Or far away across many time zones<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Enjoy the season, the reason, and the love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">And reach out to the rest via your phones!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
brathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-72423667030510359052013-12-09T20:47:00.001-08:002013-12-09T20:47:20.373-08:00No Matter WhatMy 2013 Christmas poem:<br />
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<span style="color: red;">No Matter What</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">No matter what tree you gather around</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">No matter with whom you sing carols</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">No matter what gifts you give or you get </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">No matter what holiday treats you consume</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">No matter how many cards you send or receive</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">What matters …. Is that YOU are Merry this Christmas</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Signs of impending festivity: </span></h2>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Christmas carols resounding non-stop on the radio</span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Salvation Army bell ringers stationed at every store entrance</span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Giant City Hall trees bedecked with lights </span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Parking lots abound with cars circling for an open spot </span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Strangers greeting strangers with “Happy Holidays” </span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Vacation days marked off on the calendar • Roads overwhelmed with vehicles laden with presents </span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• The baking of special holiday treats to share with loved ones </span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Ugly Christmas sweaters, now in vogue, modeled at work and parties </span></h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Families gathered together to pursue traditions</span> </h3>
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<span style="color: blue;">• Sparkly decorations and icons of Christmas at stores, gas stations doctor’s offices, and of course, home</span> </h3>
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brathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-36537091545395073032011-12-25T15:33:00.001-08:002011-12-25T15:33:40.126-08:00What a year!What a year … <br />Like so many<br />Wrought with drama and celebration<br />Death and near misses<br />New and rekindled love<br />Challenges and achievements<br />births and new beginnings<br />Strife and joy<br />Change, growth, and transition<br />What a year!<br />In the end … the good outweighs the bad<br />In the end … I’m happy not sad.<br />Happy New Year!brathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-51142003355751994212011-12-25T15:28:00.000-08:002011-12-25T15:31:01.436-08:00Colors of ChristmasColors of Christmas<br />What color is your Christmas?<br />Bing sings about white Christmas<br />Elvis about blue, Burl Ives, Silver and Gold<br />Santa has rosy cheeks and a scarlet coat<br />holly and Christmas trees - green<br />Bluebird has gone away<br />Brown paper packages tied up with strings<br /><br />A color extravaganza<br />Not just red and green<br />Colors significant in all that they mean<br />My tree is bedecked in traditional colors<br />But this year I added a few:<br />Purple for Tri Sigma,<br />Pink in memory, and<br />Blue for M go blue<br />Celebrate and surround yourself with your colors<br />This day and throughout the yearbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-13423018755663862702011-11-23T21:13:00.002-08:002011-11-23T21:14:18.253-08:00By Your SideThe first time I slept by your side<br />I was restless<br />Unfamiliar, unaccustomed was I<br />Your presence<br />Awkward<br /><br />The next time I slept by your side<br />It felt “right”<br />I awoke refreshed<br />And I smiled when I awoke<br /><br />Last night when I slept by your side<br />My head lay on your chest<br /><br />Our breathing in sync<br />Our legs intertwined <br />Tonight I sleep alone, not by your side<br />The bed is so empty<br />In the night I awoke<br />And I reached for you<br />I vote for more night to sleep by your sidebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-32089648172284274302011-11-23T21:13:00.001-08:002011-11-23T21:13:38.419-08:00Like the TideI lay next to you<br />My head nestled on your shoulder<br />Your army pulling me in close<br />We fall asleep<br />Through the night<br />We drift apart<br />Then we touch and again<br />Come together<br />Hand in hand, side by side,<br />Again we drift<br />Then find ourselves spooning<br />Like the tide meeting the shorebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-33693953970233180782011-11-23T21:12:00.002-08:002011-11-23T21:13:06.658-08:00Three3 minutes into our first chat<br />I was hooked<br />3 hours into our first date<br />I was aglow on the dance floor<br />3 dates in<br />I couldn’t wait for the next<br />3 weeks and I’m writing poetry<br />3 months – the next milestonebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-66962080237489529202011-11-23T21:12:00.001-08:002011-11-23T21:12:40.558-08:00SimplerLife seems simpler<br />With you ---<br />The rush and hurry<br />Fade away<br />We together – <br />the world fades away<br />You – me – together<br />And in this moment<br />I am so happybrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-40300353298138302662011-11-23T21:11:00.002-08:002011-11-23T21:12:21.107-08:00Our Best InterestI think it would be in our best interest<br />To go out<br />To stay in<br />To hang out<br />To chill out<br />To sleep<br />To play<br />To walk in the woods<br />To search for ghosts<br />To see a game, a movie, a concert , each other<br />Yes, I think we shouldbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-78190314318839587782011-11-23T21:11:00.001-08:002011-11-23T21:11:55.148-08:00Never did I expectNever did I expect<br />That first date – <br />Not kept at Paneras<br />Because we could not wait<br />Would lead to this…<br />Now every date …<br />We anticipatebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-53880634208556064002011-11-23T21:10:00.002-08:002011-11-23T21:11:25.161-08:00I likeI like ...<br />Your playful demeanor<br />Your cheerful presence<br />Your sensual touch<br />Your attention to detail<br />Your “bad boy” attitude<br />Your carefree way<br />Your charming smilebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-76254722148058899912011-11-23T21:10:00.001-08:002011-11-23T21:10:47.670-08:00ComfortableOver and over<br />One word comes to mind:<br />COMFORTABLE<br />- Like an old favorite pair of jeans<br />- A faded college sweatshirt<br />- A beloved teddy bear<br />- An easy boy recliner chair<br />Comfortable, like two old friends<br />Meeting for the first timebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-60268970337171288742011-11-23T21:06:00.001-08:002011-11-23T21:06:49.945-08:00Thanksgiving 2011It’s that time of year ….<br />When we pay attention and focus on that for which we give thanks …<br />The obvious comes to mind: secure employment, a home, a reliable vehicle, health, love, friendship<br />The true thanks is in the details:<br />• A job I love<br />• My messy home with a great landlord<br />• My sweet PT Cruiser<br />• Health insurance for my ailments<br />• Family near and far <br />• Friends who make me smile and make me feel special<br />Life at 50 has been good to me so far! Thanks to all!brathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-78462612731118463772011-06-22T20:21:00.000-07:002011-06-22T20:23:43.721-07:00BELIEVEBe happy<br />Enjoy every moment<br />Live every day like it was your last<br />Invest in yourself<br />Envision all the possibilities<br />Visualize who you want to be<br />Experience awesome resultsbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-89230027543445014192011-06-04T07:13:00.000-07:002011-06-04T07:18:28.902-07:00the wantSimply amazing<br />this feeling of want ...<br />I've had it before<br />but with you ...<br />it's different<br />more demanding<br />and an opportunity missed<br />will leave me wondering, wanting<br />perhaps even regretting<br />that I did not give in to my desire<br />and left now with the wanting<br />the not knowing <br />if ever I will get that chance againbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-85573346949966358152011-05-29T20:22:00.000-07:002011-06-04T07:12:34.579-07:00Tme and againTime and tme and time again<br />life throws a wrench<br />makes me change my plans<br />don't get too confident<br />your life, your love, your work<br />could tomorrow all be gone<br />You cannot control<br />what others say and do.<br />Only to ourself can you stay true<br />time and time and time and time again. <br />I pick myself back up <br />wipe away a tear or two<br />anc curse at my badluck<br />and then I straighten up my back<br />stick my chin up high<br />and time and time and time again<br />begin again my lifebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-53772486178937913772011-05-29T20:20:00.000-07:002011-05-29T20:21:45.411-07:00Lonely?Lonely? Me?<br />Surrounded <br />non sto<br />by family, co-workers, and at times friends<br />I see solace<br />I seek escape<br />I see companionship.<br />I seek communication.<br />Loney? me?<br />oh yesbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-12384673348884886652011-05-29T20:16:00.001-07:002011-05-29T20:17:50.055-07:00You Never CalledYou called me out<br />-- called my bluff<br />-- called the kettle black<br />-- called it like it is<br />and then<br />-- you never calledbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-21634968193402308432011-05-29T19:31:00.000-07:002011-05-29T20:16:44.568-07:00-ationThe saturation<br />of your infatuation<br />and your interrogation<br />of my expectation<br />of this fraterniztion<br />raises hesitation<br />toward my destination<br />in a mutual relation<br />- enough explanationbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-31848457826947553822011-05-29T19:09:00.000-07:002011-05-29T19:16:12.766-07:00Unwritten agreementWe have an unwritten<br />unspoken agreement <br />that the depths of our passion<br />will never escape the confines<br />of our moments<br />and of our memories<br />our reality<br />is not fairytale<br />or happily ever after<br />but it is a dream come truebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-43552604463387450942011-05-29T19:01:00.000-07:002011-05-29T19:08:38.896-07:00I'm SorryI'm sorry for all the inequities<br /> for which you feel you suffer<br />I'm sorry I over reacted, <br /> that my words were not well thought out<br />I'm sorry my love does not make up<br /> for lack of love received from others<br />I'm sorry for all the times in my life<br /> I was not quite enough<br />for being weak when you needed me to be strong<br />for bad decisions that impacted our lifestyles<br />for not measuring up to what you wanted from me<br />but not once have I been sorry<br />that you're my baby girl -- not oncebrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-20784732652162156472011-05-29T18:59:00.000-07:002011-05-29T19:01:29.861-07:00PhotosPhotos document my life<br />simplest activities record<br />and shared<br />for all to see<br />validating who I am<br />making real the memories<br />so when my recollection fails<br />or days drag on<br />simple reference to them<br />rejuvinates and revitalizes my memoriesbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-32398265136779725502011-05-29T18:24:00.000-07:002011-05-29T18:54:03.398-07:00DetourDetour<br />redirect<br />unexpected deviation from the path<br />by choice we change our route<br />explore<br />but detours are not self imposed<br />we fret; we pout; we complain<br />a disruption to our routine<br />but the detour need not be condemned<br />it opens our eyes to new paths<br />new perspectives<br />sights never seen revealed<br />to you the traveler<br />on your tried and true route<br />per chance to execute intentional exploration<br />my life needs more detours <br />so I can find the right pathbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048930487046581144.post-60928476676793038372011-05-29T18:21:00.000-07:002011-05-29T18:24:11.847-07:00We need to communicateYou hear me, but you do not listen<br />we exchange words, but we do not communicate<br /><br />So intent are you to have your say<br />you talk over me and others<br />you wait not for your turn<br />you reflect not on the discouse<br />but rather push your own agenda<br />irregardless of what is said<br /><br />we need to communicate<br />but you know not howbrathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610735861155147154noreply@blogger.com0