Once Upon a Tear Drop

 My life has gotten so heavy 

Over many a year and day.

Things I thought I knew for sure

Only seems to get in my way.

It only takes a moment

To change the way things seem.

An action undone or a word unsaid

Could have saved my dream.

I searched deep inside my soul and heart

To find what had been lost

And realized the road I followed

Had too big a cost.

So once upon a teardrop,

I decided to move up

And build a life  meant for me.

Filling up my cup.

Some things had to take second place

To let my spirit soar. 

To let my talents take me

Where I've never been before.

Happiness is knowing

 Who you are within.

To have a perfect ending

You must know where to begin.

 

Coffee, Brain in a cup

The first thing in the morning

Do not say a word

To me before my coffee

Has a chance to calm my nerves.

To get between me and that first cup

Is risking life and limb.

I'm not responsible for my actions

If it's still filled to the brim.

That first sip, hot and sweet

Flashes to my brain.

Sparking to all those neurons

The ones that keep me sane.

Now I can face the day

and the world is safe again

Until I feel that need

Pushing me again.

Keep it coming again and again.

An addiction I embrace.

I keep my brain in my cup.

So I'm not running in place.

Diamond

              No matter where life takes me,
              How much my troubles shake me,
              Your strength and love sustains me.
               You're my diamond in a life of coal.
               I'm your love and you are mine,
               Together till the end of time.
               You're my diamond in a life of coal.

               In the darkness, I look for your light.
               In the endless tunnel, I hear your cry
              " I'm here for you" and it calms my fright.
               Awake or sleeping, you're by my side.
               You're my diamond in a life of coal.
               I'm your love and you are mine,
               Together till the end of time.
               You're my diamond in a life of coal.

                A mist from the depth of my soul
                Tries to snuff out your love's glow.
                To get me to hang it up, my cards to fold.
                But I know your love's mine to have and hold.
                You're my diamond in a life of coal.
                I'm your love and you are mine,
                Together till the end of time.
                You're my diamond in a life of coal. 

                You helped me defeat that endless pain.
                I have joy in my life again.
                I know we're not just lovers, we are also friends.
                You're my diamond in a life of coal.
                I'm your love and you are mine,
                Together till the end of time.
                You're my diamond in a life of coal.


               
           

Well, it's been a long time since I've posted something here. I'm retired (sort of lol) and enjoying having more free time. Watch this space.

          Outlaw

       Just what is an outlaw?  Could be someone who is truly evil, who thinks only about what life and others can bring to him for his pleasure or enrichment, who enjoys inflicting pain on others to make him feel in control.  But there other kinds of outlaws as well.  Often one man's outlaw is another man's hero, the one who wants to change things for the better in a dark and crazy world. My outlaw  is that kind of man, one who will always defend and protect what is his and mine. I'd like to introduce you.

                                           My    Outlaw

                    He's my six foot one bundle of fun
                    He makes me laugh day after day.
                    When things get serious and my life is a fright
                    He knows just what to do to make it all right.
                    He's my gun toting, heart- roping,
                    18 wheeler, truck- driving cowboy.

                    When I call him cause I need him
                    He puts the hammer down.
                    Doesn't matter how far away he is
                    He races through the towns.

                    He holds my heart in his big hands
                    And stops my tears with a kiss.
                    I feel so safe in his strong arms.
                    Life can't get much better than this.
                    He's my gun toting, heart- roping,
                    18 wheeler, truck- driving cowboy.

                     Don't need a mansion up on a hill.
                     I don't need no drugs to get a thrill.
                     All I need is his lips on mine,
                     His loving is like being drunk on wine.
                     He's my gun toting, heart- roping,
                    18 wheeler, truck- driving cowboy.

sweet surrender

Is One Enough?
                       
One scoop,two scoops, three scoops, four.
Lining up flavors and toppings galore,
Bananas under, whipped cream on top.
With sprinkles and cherries, I can't seem to stop.

But I wait, the best part has not arrived.
My love approaches with swift strides.
He picks up a spoon and slides into bed
And I open my mouth and prepare to be fed.

He dribbles onto my skin, on purpose, I'm sure.
As his tongue snakes out my mind starts to blurr.
He's quick and through, not missing a drop.
Until I thought my heart would stop.

I returned the favor and I'm quite sure
No two ever enjoyed a banana split more.
Over and under, upside and down
Until it was gone to the last trace of brown.

dreamhaven

Mother's Day

Both a happy and sad day for me. I got to spend it with my children and grandchildren, while greatly missing my sister and mom, who died less than a year apart. These were my tributes to them

Dear Mom

You're home again,
In Daddy's arms

Dancing as you used to.

Your eyes aglow with love for him,

His smiling back at you.

Standing nearby is Aunt Pat and Sis

Waiting to take their turn

To welcome you to that special place

That God's prepared for you.

We who wait on earth below

Will miss you but we know

You're out of pain and flying free

Watching over us here below.

Say hello to all who are waiting there.

Sometime in the future we'll be

Joining all of you up there,

Flying high with spirit free.

Till we meet again, Mom.

I love you.

Betty

Sandra

Sister of ours, Betty and Frank.
Angel in flight
Needing no light to guide her way.
Daughter to Shirley and Frank,
Released from this Earth,
Another light to show us the way.

Beloved of all,
Revered by her children Lori and Keith.
Eager to help when she could.
Never looking to serve only herself.
Now God has chosen to end her pain
And give her a new body, whole and good.
New angel waiting to soar.

A time to say goodby

Death. It may be the end of life but for those who believe, it is also the beginning. A passage to a new life, with friends and family waiting on the other side.

My mom passed away on Sunday, Feb. 27. My sister will have been gone a year tomorrow. Somehow, they both managed to let me know that they are ok. At the Christmas Eve service, we lit candles to celebrate the birth of Christ. When I tried to blow it out, it relit not once, but twice. I think my Aunt Pat was there too. When we had the luncheon after Mom's burial on Thursday, we had brought 2 vases of flowers from the service. I went back many hours later to pick them up and realized they were nearly dead because no one thought to replace the water in the vases. I brought them home and cut off the ends and placed them in water. They were a sad bunch of flowers. I got up this morning and they had all recovered, even the daisies. My personal reassurance that Mom arrived safely.

I wrote this at the wake on Tuesday

Dear Mom

You're home again, in Daddy's arms,

Dancing as you used to.

Your eyes aglow with love for him,

His smiling back at you.

Standing nearby is Aunt Pat and Sis

Waiting to take their turn

To welcome you to that special place

That God's prepared for you.

We who wait on earth below

Will miss you but we know

You're out of pain and flying free

Watching over us here below.

Say hello to all who are waiting there.

Sometime in the future we'll be

Joining all of you up there,

Flying high with spirit free.

Till we meet again, Mom.

I love you.

Betty

Stretching for acceptance Revelations

Stretching the truth can be a bad thing, even when done so as to not hurt someone. It is often better to strip away the cover, revealing what's underneath.

Revelations. A book in the Bible full of promise and frightening possibilities. When you reveal something, you are giving something life, admitting that it has an existence. When you reveal something about yourself to another person, you must trust that they can appreciate it's importance to you, accepting that it is part of who you are whether or not it's something you plan to, or need to , change.

Revelations

Reluctant to bring it into the light.
Taking a chance with both love and life.
Will he know what I'm trying to say
Or would my revelations chase him away.

I have so many layers and masks that I wear.
Trying to fit in without laying bare
All that I am and want to be.
Trying to be what he wants me to be
Won't work for long, my soul starts to ache.
My spirit is cramped, wants to fly into space.

To give him a glimpse of the woman I am.
I don't need a prince,I need a man
Who will encourage my dreams, free me to fly.
But give me safe haven when day's end draws nigh.

Have to take that chance, a crack, just to start.
Giving a glimpse of what goes on in my heart.
The reveal will happen, a layer at a time.
Until my inner self starts to shine.

If he's blinded by the light
Or if my truth causes him fright,
Then I will know it's not meant to be.
After all, I must be true to me.

In The palm of His Hand.

Palms. Everyone has two of them. You can hold something gently because it is delicate or frightened. You can use them to grip tightly to keep something from dropping or getting away. You can put them together to applaud a person,a performance or to express happiness. But the best palms of all belong to God. I usually stay away from truly sad poems but this one wants to be written.

In The Palms Of His Hands

Where are the lost
Who fell between the cracks?
Children of the streets,
With none to watch their backs.

They hang around the bars
Hoping at least to find
Someone who will take them home that night
For whatever they have in mind.

Bodies and minds aging faster
Than they were ever meant to be.
Huddling in doorways or empty boxes
Trying to find some peace in sleep.

But the cold steals through their ragged clothes
And rats run across their feet.
The terrors that their parents sowed
Are the tragedy they reap.

Sometimes at night the angels come
To take them to a place
Where they can be a child again
Far from this ugly space.

Please don't turn away when you see
These children of the street.
You could be their savior,
Their voice when they can't speak.

A Long Time Past

Sometimes I'm so tired I could just scream. There have been so many changes in my life and I was letting them pull me down. This weeks theme is a great chance to pull my thoughts together and reach for the light.

Star Shining

I let the darkness take me.
It was hard to care
Enough to continue.
So many losses
Tears flowing faster
Than I could
Wipe them away.
A whisper in my ear,
My grandchildren playing,
Heard as if
They were far,far away.
The music of the earth
Muffled by my sorrow.
The wind of chance
Taking so many away.

I hid in my computer
Not wanting to face
That those I loved
Were truly gone.
As God healed my heart,
A glimmer of light shone
And slowly grew brighter.
They are not gone.
My sister is out of pain
Dancing with my Dad
And aunt in Heaven.
The others, while not related
Are waiting for me too.

I'm once again joining
The music all around me.
God's light surrounds me
Bringing comfort
To my soul.
The stars above are brighter
Than they've ever been before.
And I look forward to finding
The person God has
Put aside to make me whole.

Lollipop, Lollipop

Candy is often a gift of the heart (Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Christmas, anniversaries,Easter, etc.) It comes in so many delightful forms, limited only by the expertise of the artist. Bars, bricks,flowers, drops, flat, ribboned and even spun. What would a carnival or circus be without cotton candy, not the bagged stuff, but the one you watch be spun and twisted into an airy confection that disappears on your tongue. Candy is the dieters devil, luring you off that chocolate wagon to swim in a pool of dark velvety softness.

CONFECTIONS

A nougat bar is a delight
A truffle melts like a dream
Solid bars of dark chocolate lines
The road to OZ for me .
Jawbreakers truly live up to their name.
The candy, round and hard,
Layers upon layers of sweetness
"Oh, where's that dentist's card?"

A young boy stands shyly with
A heart-shaped box in his hand.
Ready to give to his very first crush.
Isn't first love grand?

His first date made him nervous.
Flowers and chocolates held tight.
With trembling hands he gives them to her.
She was a beautiful sight.

"The flowers are lovely,
Please pin them on me.
But I hope you understand
That while I dearly love candy
I'm on a diet
And candy is contraband."
So he turned with a bow
To the mom standing there
And says "These are for you, my lady
A small gift from me to you
For allowing this date with your baby.

So I raise a cup of hot chocolate high
In salute to family and friends.
But don't get between me and my chocolate
If you value your life, my friend.

White

Poetry in Motion

White clouds drifting by
Over the winter’s snow.
A white wolf stands howling
To his pack far below.
A snowshoe hare running
Over a crisp, sparkling snow.
A snowy owl flies silently,
Looking for prey below.
The winter moon moves slowly
Across the clear night sky.
Silence and peace fill my soul.
How I wish that I could fly.

White,wrinkled, pets

I've been absent for awhile with computer problems and other things, so I thought I try to combine the last three TT's.

What would mankind be without pets? They can become your best friend, a sounding board, a way to meet other people. They have been proved to lower blood pressure, bring a way for some people to reach out beyond their emotional shell, give a purpose to life by caring for them.

Wrinkles. They can cause a lot of people anxiety about their looks but they can also be a badge of honor. Wrinkles can also be something that needs to be smoothed out, in clothing, in plans, in life.

White. A surface to be written on, a blank canvas waiting for that first stroke of a brush. White is often considered the color of purity and innocence, both in fables and in ceremonies. A white stallion, a white unicorn, or a white hat, symbolizing strength and purity of purpose.

So here I go again.

A Blessing in Disguise

Once my life seemed simple,
A wide road well traveled and straight
But you came along and twisted the page
Leaving me in the hands of fate.
I tried to smooth out the wrinkles,
The valleys and hills,
So I could once again find my way.
But all of my efforts did little
To change my direction,
My life remained dreary and grey.

I went for a walk to clear my mind,
To the forest, dark and deep.
Followed a trail that led to a glen
Where I laid down to sleep.
A warm breath caressed my face and I
Opened my eyes to find
A figure of most dazzling white,
A warm smile and eyes so kind.

She held in her hand a bundle of fur,
Or so it seemed to me.
"I bring you this gift to soothe your soul.
What will be, will be.

His name is Nomad and he will be
Loyal, strong and brave.
A wanderer as you've come to be,
To guide you on your way."
Then she vanished and I looked to find
A puppy in my grasp.
A smile that stretched from ear to ear,
A tail wagging quite fast.

I took him home and raised him up.
He was everything she sad he would be.
And in the end, it was him
Who led you here to me.
You saw us in a park one day
And came over to say hi.
Love hit us like a bolt
Of lightning from the sky.
So I thank my guardian angel
For the gift she gave that day.
A teasured friend and companion
And a love that never fades.

Confusion

My computer (3 months old) is in the shop,so I'm doing this on a friend's laptop. What is wrong with my computer is truly a mystery that will(hopefully) be quickly solved.
Some of my favorite books to read are mysteries. I love shows like Bones and NCIS. If things have gone missing, it's a mystery that must be solved.

In Search Of

One step,two steps
Three steps,four,
I worked my way
Across the floor.
Seaching high
And searching low.
Where oh where
Did that foolish thing go.

Under the couch,
Behind the door,
On top of the table,
How many more
Places are there
For that thing to hide.
I must find it
I have my pride.

The tv taunts me,
I can't watch my shows.
Where oh where
Did that remote go?
I'm slowly going
Out of my mind
I must get some help
Of a special kind.

I turned to my tot
And said quite clear,
"Winry,is my remote near
Any place that you played,
Any place that you sat?"

She gave me a look
And went straight to her box,
Dived into her toys
Had that remote
In a shot.

"Horray" I cried,
And turned on the set.
Snuggled on the couch
With my tot and her pet.
Mystery solved and sanity reigns.
Don't want to go through that again.

Think Pink

How can a person think about pink and not think about Mother's Day. As a matter of fact, it's this Sunday, May 9th. I have so many reasons to be glad I'm a mom. Even though there has been much turmoil in their lives, my children have shown their true inner beauty time and time again. I am also graced with three wonderful grandchildren, 2 girls and a boy, each with their own special talents and ways of showing love. My only regret this Mother's Day is that my sister is not here with me, expecting the birth of her first grandchild. I hope that my niece will let me stand in for her from time to time.

Pretty In Pink

I gazed in wonder at her nose,
At all ten fingers
And ten little toes.
Skin as pink as a new dawn sky,
I gazed into my baby's eyes.

In her first pink blanket
As soft as a cloud,
I wrapped her carefully.
And held her out
For her Dad to hold.
A newborn life
More precious than gold.

But strangely enough
As my daughter grew older
Her view of pink
Grew colder and colder.
She hated Barbie
And all her pink stuff.
She rather run and fish,
Play ball and be tough.

Don't get me wrong
She's a girl through and through
She wore dresses of other hues.
But to pink she would say,
"No thank you."
That's not who I am,
I am my own self.
You can just put that pink thing
Back on the shelf.

Now she's a mom
And her daughter does not
Follow Mom's footsteps.
She likes pink a lot.
She's a little beauty,
So pretty in pink.
Even her mom must agree,
But only in small doses,
If you please.

Daisy, Daisy

Give me your answer, do.
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet
Upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two.

So many styles and types of bicycles. The pink bicycle is a 1960 Spacelander.
The second two person bicycle is a Western Flyer Tandem.







On My Way

When I was baby,my first ride
Was in a carriage, up so high.
When I was one I got four wheels
On a toddler rider.
You should have heard me squeal.
When I was two, my wheels became three.
A tricycle pushed by my very own feet.
When I was five, four wheels once again
A two-wheeled bike with training wheels for friends
At the age of six, I was ready to fly.
Off came the trainers, just my bike and I.
The world became larger as my legs grew stronger.
Taking me faster, my trips getting longer


At 16 my bicycle had an engine.
A motorcycle, a wonderful invention.
But for enjoying the world as I glide by,
Nothing beats my bicycle under the sky.
It benefits both the body and mind.
The enviorment too, no fumes left behind.
A wonderful trip for family and friends
A few miles and back, good food at the end.

Drafted

How many times have you found yourself drafted into doing something you really didn't want to do, a friend needs help, your child needs 3 dozen cupcakes Today, your child, now a mother, frantically looking for a babysitter as hers cancels out at the last minute.
The blogspot is the home of the draft of the writing kind. You suddenly feel cold because of an unexpected draft. There are draft horses, gentle giants used for all kinds of farm chores. It is also a term used by race car drivers where you use the draft created by another car to move forward, I assume to save gas.

Drat That Draft.

I feel a little cold
But no matter what I do,
I can't find the hole
That draft is coming through.
The temperature is dropping,
The draft is getting stronger.
I have to find the source.
I can't stand it any longer.

First I wet my finger
And hold out in front.
Seems to make no difference,
I continue to be stumped.
I see a feather drifting
And try to backtrack
It's floating flight but
It twists and turns.
No help there, alack.

So I chose my final option.
A flame will surely show
The way to go to plug that hole
Letting in the cold.
I heard a gentle hissing
As I seemed to near the source
And suddenly I was flying
From an explosion's Tremendous force.

And so my friends
My lesson learned
A simple one, it's true.
If you feel cold,
Wrap yourself up
Unless you like black and blue.

Another Mealtime Post

Lunch. On my shift it comes in the middle of the night. For others, it's in the middle of the day. You can meet friends for lunch, have a business lunch, have a three martini lunch (why is that drink so popular, anyway? must be a James Bond thing). And for those who can't get out of bed in time for breakfast, we have brunch. My favorite type of lunch is a picnic lunch. Finger foods, kisses and wine.

In The Meadow

Pleasant way to spend the day.
Idling the time away.
Not a cloud in the blue
Interrupting the view.
Casual dining, it's true.

Lying on the blanket
Under the sun above
Near the one that I love
Cold chicken and wine
Hot love's on my mind.

Pressing lips together,
Igniting the flames,
Now the blanket becomes their nest
Instead of wine,they drink each other,
Caressing the skin,slowly undress.

Lovers exploring,learning to
Understand each other pleasures
Nearing the hard earned peak .
Inferno explodes,again and again.
Clearly the best of the desserts.

Hidden Treasures

Boxes come in all shapes and sizes. You have hat boxes, cereal boxes,shipping boxes,
shirt boxes,boxes with windows and boxes that hide what's inside. Boxes are some of the greatest toys ever. They can become a clubhouse,a spaceship,part of a costume, anything limited only by the imagination of a child.

Treasures in the Attic

I saw a box
That was made of wood.
I was sure that it
Held something good.
I pried open the top
And what did I find?
A treasure of things
From long ago times.

There were hats and dresses,
Wigs with long tresses,
Gloves and shoes
Of varying hues.
A train and a doll,
Jacks and a ball.
A pile of old letters
But one thing even better.

At the very bottom
Of that old box.
I found a diary
And the key for the lock.
I opened that book
And started to look
For the secrets hidden inside.
I was astonished, amazed
That back in those days
The secrets that were written within
Were something much like
Something I might write.
Life coming full circle again.

I never had thought
Great grandmother taught
Her children much as I do mine.
She fell in love, broke her heart,
Thought they never would part.
Picked herself up
And started over again.
New love did bloom
Under the light of the moon
This one held true to the end.

Although much has changed
Between then and now,
One thing will always be true.
If you hide your life
In a book in a box,
Someday someone will read about you.