ADA, Here She Comes!

Pure and clean.
Soft and sweet.
Happy and lovely.
Light-hearted and free.

Caught and crushed.
Fierce and determined.
Angry and scornful.
Sad and frustrated.

What is the use, anyway,
Hoping for the best,
But getting the worst?
Trying to stay above the fray?

To be gentle and joyful,
Fun and funny,
Witty and wise?
To struggle every day?

If only they cared.
If only they could.
If only they tried.
If only they would.

So what is next?
Another day,
And another roll of the dice.
Crap shoot once again.

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Without You

Cascading thoughts of you
Fill my mind.
I am so lonely without you.

Will you come back
To try once again?
Can you give me another chance?

Your forgiveness
Means so much to me.
I crave your love.

My mistake
Was trying to handle life
On my own.

To leave behind
Intimacy,
To think of you

As an object,
To be used.
You deserve better.

You will be
The focus of my adoration,
The treasure of my heart.

You are special to me,
And I cannot live
Without you.

True Beauty Lies Within

When I look at you,
My hope is renewed
In the human race.

I imagine that goodness
Can come into my life,
Already has, just by you being here.

I can trust once more,
I can seek the face of God
In my fellow human being.

When I consider the beauty
Of your heart and soul,
I am drawn closer to perfection.

So, why do I struggle so much
To keep my thoughts pure?
Why do I insist

On dwelling upon garbage?
Why do I stray from purity
Every day?

When God has given me
The wonderful gift of you,
Why do I not treasure you

As I should?
I will pray
That God will help me

To be thankful
For the blessings
That are in my life,

Instead of escaping into
The demonic trap
Of fantasy.

I want to stay true
To the love of my life,
My truly beautiful wife.

Here

Having you here
Is quite a comfort.
Being with you
Is fun!

How long has it been
Since you smiled?
I take each day
One at a time.

Did you miss me
While I was gone?
I counted the seconds
Until I would see you again.

What do you think
Is the solution to my predicament?
I am stranded here,
Alone.

How many licks does it take
To get to the center
Of your soul?
Reveal your heart to me.

Let us dance together,
Slowly.
We have all night.
Let’s enjoy each other.

What did you think
When I asked you
Which way to go?
Do you know the way?

Let’s go there together.
Let’s be as one.
Let’s do it right.
Let’s go home.

Be here now.

Blessed by You

When I met you,
I said to myself,
“There can only be one.”
So it is.

In this whole world,
I have never met anyone
That remotely compares to you.
Your gifts are many.

The way you talk,
The way you walk,
The way you laugh, and, yes,
Even the way you cry.

But the most distinguishing
Characteristic about you
Is the way you love.
You have a way

Of touching
What is most tender in a person,
Blessing it,
And watching it grow.

The heart of goodness
Thrives with you.
The hurting person
Is healed by you.

The starving person
Is fed by you.
The lonely person
Is welcomed by you.

We can all learn something
From watching your heart and mind
In action.
We are all blessed by you.

Let’s Decipher Iron & Wine’s “Flightless Bird, American Mouth”

I like this interpretation. Give the song a listen. It’s great, no matter how you interpret it.

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I have been listening over and over again to the song “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron & Wine. I first fell in love with it in the ‘Twilight’ movie. And now I have had it on repeat since I started listening to the soundtrack. It’s a great soundtrack, almost as good as the Garden State soundtrack.

So, I was trying to find out the meaning of the song on the internet, to no avail. So I thought I would throw my hat in the ring. Now, most people have written on sites and blogs that they find the song to have a political message. I see where that comes from if you choose to look at the song in that way. Now, songs can have several meanings, let’s not be like my 10th grade English teacher, who said every poem has one and only one meaning, HERS. Although…

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The long lost art of the Smile.

This is a great sentiment, and a good point! 🙂

Writings of a Mrs

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Have you forgotten how to smile?

Have you forgotten how to be patient and kind?  Have you forgotten how to be thoughtful, helpful?  When was the last time that you opened a door for someone, went to their aid when they dropped their books?  When was the last time that you connected with a stranger through a meaningful exchange?  When was the last time you asked after someone’s well being? Weekend?  Family?  And actually meant it and were eager to hear the answer?

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Poetry is Not the Giving Tree

Chillin’ in my chair,
Trying not to stare
Into the distance
As I feel my stance

Wobbly beneath me.
A busy day, costly
To my mind and body.
But brings home for thrifty

Purchases of necessities.
Do you blame me
For leaving early
Today? Every

Day, I give my energy
To my company,
Hell or high sea.
Sometimes I see

How it rearranges me.
I wonder if there could be
Some other job for me,
But it’s not likely.

So, even though
I don’t say no
To opportunity,
My situation tires me.

Could there be
Another way for me
To make money?
Poetry is not the Giving Tree

That I wish it could be.
Skeptically,
You look at me,
Saying, “But it could be!”

Oh, Poetry!
How you edify me!
But you don’t feed me.
Slinking slowly

Out of reality,
I have a fantasy
Of how it could be,
But, alas, I am not free

To write constantly.
I must work to see
My paycheck biweekly
Deposited, usually.

So you ask me,
“Don’t you want to be
All that you could be?”
It is enough for me

To pay my usury.
My creditors love me
For my money,
Not my poetry!

Renewed

Thunder crashes,
Lightning flashes,
Mother Nature
Says hello.

In my quiet home,
I sit absolutely still,
And watch
And listen to the rain.

Funny how,
Sometimes,
Life can be so peaceful,
And yet, so full of tension.

We fight against
The coming tide
Of life as usual, that is,
Pain and struggle

To overcome
The challenges
That come before us
On a daily basis,

All the time
We seek to draw
Strength
From deep inside,

From an endless
Flowing river
Of peace
And tranquility.

And yet,
Sometimes,
That river of power
Becomes blocked

By worries,
By doubts,
By discouragement.
It is in those times

Of difficulty,
If we are wise,
We stop and watch,
And listen

To the thunder
Of holiness,
The lightning
Of sacrifice,

And the merciful
Raindrops
Of ever flowing,
Beautiful Grace.

When we do this,
Our hearts,
Our minds,
And our bodies

Become renewed
With a wonderful
Power of light
And blessing.

We can look
Our pain and struggle
In the face again,
And smile.

Renewed

Thunder crashes,
Lightning flashes,
Mother Nature
Says hello.

In my quiet home,
I sit absolutely still,
And watch
And listen to the rain.

Funny how,
Sometimes,
Life can be so peaceful,
And yet, so full of tension.

We fight against
The coming tide
Of life as usual, that is,
Pain and struggle

To overcome
The challenges
That come before us
On a daily basis,

All the time
We seek to draw
Strength
From deep inside,

From an endless
Flowing river
Of peace
And tranquility.

And yet,
Sometimes,
That river of power
Becomes blocked

By worries,
By doubts,
By discouragement.
It is in those times

Of difficulty,
If we are wise,
We stop and watch,
And listen

To the thunder
Of holiness,
The lightning
Of sacrifice,

And the merciful
Raindrops
Of ever flowing,
Beautiful Grace.

When we do this,
Our hearts,
Our minds,
And our bodies

Become renewed
With a wonderful
Power of light
And blessing.

We can look
Our pain and struggle
In the face again,
And smile.