Monday, December 15, 2008
A death in my family... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My mother, age 76, met a slightly odd but gregarious and charming British gentlemen over a year ago. Within a couple of months they married and although we, her children, wondered why she married so quickly or why she “chose” such a different kind of man (different by comparison to the men she had...
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
Some things just don't make a whole lot of sense... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Salute So plays the haunting valediction for men and woman who have made the supreme sacrifice Selfless-appointed endings At their end, sobering farewells, salutes and folded flags Brave yet brutal incursions filled with fatal miscalculations Though with exacting cadence and a well-trained,...
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Troosha is in the mood for a love poem today (again)... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning Kiss Yours are the eyes I wish to see when the satin of morning brushes against our faces and lifts our weary thoughts into the chime of singing dawn Yours are the arms I wish to feel against my dampened skin as light presses into our haven of home-spun longings both savory and sweet Yours...
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Thursday, December 11, 2008
It’s so easy for “them” to say nothing and for us to hear so much... ~~~
Doublespeak Words brawny and limber The dialect of common sense falls from elegant and calculating tongues Speeches – proud and aspiring conveying amplitude and prudence A medium that expresses the inexpressible Splattered with daring derivatives and infectious inflections Delivered with eloquent...
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
"With each sunrise, we start anew” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stillness There is a stillness in the morning when the fine line of sun slices through darkness summons our eyes When city lights are still a glitter and not a single car can be heard on the roads There’s a hush of restful waiting pensive silence and gratitude brewing Each passing moment carries...
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I've got a good father, and his strength is what makes me cry. - Jann Arden
Sweet Melody Loosing a father is like riding a bike without a helmet Car without seatbelt There is a feeling of unsheathed and vulnerability A father is tether to the earth; grounded and stable There is no preparation for the permanence of his disappearance from our life Sometimes I arise before...
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Monday, December 8, 2008
One of those late night, gotta write it down thoughts... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reeling Saturday could be Sunday in the Friday of my mind But Monday can’t be Sunday yet it’s sometimes hard to find For I’m a long time waiting for those dusty dreams to lift and were it not for daybreak I’d miss sweet Monday’s gift
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Sunday, December 7, 2008
"It is not enough to conquer; one must also know how to seduce” ~ Voltaire
Seductress The self-absorbed, compulsive flirt has a long series of amatory conquests But she harbours delusions And at the heart of it all there are more echos than the end of the world itself might hold Soon she will become a tarnished artifact; something an acquisitive traveler might discover is...
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
"There's a fine line between fishing and
just standing on the shore like an idiot. ” ~ Stephen Wright Mended In the ennui of shadows passing In the smalls trickles of light that pierce darkness Melancholy lifts with laugher The sadness of maybe dissolves evaporates into the sweet scent of optimism We pilot our ship and though sometimes...
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Friday, December 5, 2008
I’m a peaceful person – non confrontational. A “fighter” I am not….
Lover’s Quarrel Ripe for scurrilous he does not listen Hears only his version of the truth The bell tolls figuratively Pealing for a truce But it is a distant ring not yet audible to the angry heart Within this hollow interlude of distain there is darkness only or deafening silence There is space...
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