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July 21, 2007
ALWAYS HIS CHILD
When life seems the darkest,
More lonely than ever before,
And I'm wondering if anyone
Cares anymore if I live or die,
When I question my existence
And ponder how I got here...
What do I do now? Is there a way?
I've hit the end of the road.
I need help. I can't do this alone.
This mistake cannot be fixed.
I've blown it. My life is ruined.
My family is hurting and scared.
My little boy needs me and I'm
Not there for him. My daughter,
Scared I won't be back, wonders
Why daddies do stupid things.
In the still of the night, I think
On these things and wonder
What I can do to change them.
It's then that I feel His presence.
I feel His arms about me.
I sense His warmth and love.
In the quiet stillness, I hear Him.
A tiny whisper, saying "Lean on Me."
July 7, 2007
FIREWORKS
In the refrigerator of love
Lines of delineation blur
As new recipes are tested
For approval or denied.
An example can be seen
In the two splits of breast,
Pursued in season by
One lone strip steak.
Enamored, he cleaves to
A favored breast without
Considering how this new
Life will change his role.
Little peas come to visit to
Escape the now-grown pods.
Green Beans add variety
As they snap over to visit.
The second split of breast
Arrives to seek a niche of
Peace and solitude, with
Intentions of friendship.
The shelf becomes cramped.
Fireworks fly like the Fourth
Of July and the second breast
Now struggles with conflict.
Life, alone, loses its charm.
The breast kinship is strained.
The strip sends conflicting
Messages to the two breasts.
Does the strip not desire to
Be tied down by marriage?
Has the honey-do list
Lengthened with each day?
Is the excitement of unfettered
Years alone making the strip
Sense a new flavor he wants
Developed as a side dish?
Much inner turmoil ensues
As the lonely breast grapples to
Balance emotions and friendship.
Can there be a perfect recipe?
July 1, 2007
IS IT TIME?
Long cold fingers reached for his distress
To beckon he follow.
"A life of ease, no pain or suffering here..."
But...do
I dare?
Rain-slicked road, dark of night, bright lights
Approaching.
An easy way to end it all, right now...
He
swerved.
A scrunch of metal, then pain more intense
Than ever felt before
Preceded reality: I'm not ready to die.
He
had swerved back.
Anger bubbled to the surface with his blood.
Life hurts. I hurt.
Why must I continue this painful life?
Oh,
yeah...my kids...my family.
They need me alive. Emotions meshed
With physical pain.
Bones full of cancer, now broken and smashed.
Arms
immoveable. How long until I’m found? Will I die now?
As I wait in a pool of red?
The truck, a total
loss, now may be his coffin.
Is it, indeed, time?
Voices penetrate his vague consciousness.
Rescuers!
"Just let me die!" He hears himself say but
Realizes they
won't.
Pain, excruciating, pushes him to the brink
As they pull him free.
Limp, he slips away, but yet he knows...
It
isn't time.
June 29, 2007
PARADISE ISLE (ISLAND OF PARADISE)
Tranquil hideaway
Lush verdant floral escape.
Tropical romance.
June 11, 2007 Haiku
Daffodil bright, spring's
Ageless beauty bursts anew.
Innocence blossoms.
March 14, 2007
11 words
SEASIDE COMPETITION
Silently
Undulating,
Surfers
Alienate
Normalcy
Gyrating
Aimlessly
Rendering
Nerve-wracking
Escapade
Revues
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March, 2007
MY LIFE AS A CLICHE
Shy shrinking violet
Unusually timid child
Serious demeanor
Angst of family, never
Naughty or wild.
Generation transpires
Author extraordinaire
Remembers realizations
Nuggets of nonfiction,
Empathetic ear
Renders
education.
February 13, 2007
Colours of My World
Spectral shades endlessly
Entwine in never-ending circles
That mark the passage of time.
Vivid tangerine fushcia
Brilliance dawns.
Pink-swathed daughter
Amidst two sons
Wrapped with blue,
Eternal joys to buffer trials.
Sun sets as night falls.
Coral, mauve, slate,
Sunrise tiptoes in.
Grandson arrives!
Wedding garb of
White, black, and robin's egg blue,
Guests in multiple summer-time hues,
Park gazebo yields
Granddaughter bonus,
Grandma's enjoyment!
Son wed, glow of time
Slips past at close of day.
Shades of persimmon
Meld into lemon with
Traces of strawberry
Icing the sky.
Pinks and purples herald
New baby granddaughter!
New shirts, denim and
Exchange of rings.
No guests but
Daughter married.
Roseate pink colors my world, brings
Two more granddaughters by marriage
‘Til cerulean invades.
Day slinks away, beds down as
Morn awakes.
Rising sun, earth's flaming orb,
glow of cherry, blazes into dusk,
Echoes eras of my life.
Sunsets fade as
Fuschia pales to sickly salmon,
Tangerine is bitter-sweet.
The hues of life
Darken with heartache.
Chaos reigns.
Life is distorted.
Is there a second arc
To the rainbow???
February 10, 2007
"A BIT OF GRANDMA IN EVERY BYTE"
"A bit of Grandma in every byte"
‘Tis the reason given when
My computer I query.
The cause I question, for
Speed is of the essence
As it slows more each day.
Electronic brains and old age
Have much in common
As they keep their own timetables....
February 9, 2007
Chocolate goobers graciously given
A razzing reminder of friends’
"You’re nuts!"
Pleasant past-time provision,
Magical moments of mystic joy,
Side by side.
Sinful pleasure accompaniments,
Dove’s dark desires, supplier of
Edible ecstasy.
Wrapped together in a heart of love,
Tissue pearls and blessed prayers
For marital bliss!
God’s Blessings to you both,
Barbara and Harlan, with love.
12/20/2006
A HURT ABOVE ALL HURTS
He hit me tonight.
Punched me in my arm.
Don’t know if it’ll bruise.
But it bruised....Both
the bone and my psyche.
He’s never hit me like that.
Never in twelve years.
Said he hoped it would
bruise. Said I deserved it.
I slammed his doors,
Three times, he said.
Said I lied. (But I never
promised to dress in
ten minutes); and we
were right on time.
I slammed the doors
to show I was angry!
He’d said I made him
late; he didn’t want
me to take time to
buckle my granddaughter.
State Law says
buckle or pay.
I want her alive.
I want her well.
And I don’t
want to do jail.
I buckled her
myself, but I
still paid; first
he yelled, then
came the sudden
punch to my arm.
Scared my grandbaby,
scared me. But what
hurt most was seeing
her scared. She wet
her pants. She told
her momma "Paw-paw
hurt Gramma.." He’s
not really her Paw-paw.
Thank God. I’m not
sure anymore if he
even deserves the title.
Was I wrong?
I think no.
Was he right?
I think no.
But the bruise he caused
tonight may be a bruise
that never ever heals....
August, 2006
Jesus Loves Even Me (I Am Loved)
As a baby, I did not speak clearly, but Jesus loved me because God had made me.
I became a child who tested authority but Jesus still loved me. God had been His example, so He knew how to forgive me.
As a teenager, I felt guilty after being violated by human male, yet the spirit of Jesus Christ never left my side.
I became an adult who failed to see the need to attend church, but Jesus still loved even me.
As a parent of young children, it became too easy to stay
home and watch church on TV, but, despite this, Jesus never left my side.
I got busy and forgot to talk to Him, but He understood. He would wait patiently until I was free, then let me hear His
voice to remind me that He was near.
My children became teens and decided church was "not cool".
The TV became the island of video games and movies, off-limits unless approved by the gamers. Thus, church was pre-empted
by the latest game craze, but did Jesus ever leave me? No, He stayed at my side, loving even Me.
I realized I missed Him being in my life. Now I live by example, attending church every Sunday to pray that my children
will realize sooner than I did that no matter what happens,
JESUS LOVES EVEN ME!!!
WHO AM I?
A child, yearning heart’s release, suffering secrecy’s silence....
A heart restored via music and song.
A connoiseur of words,
A mother,
A grandmother,
A nurse and empowerer.
A Christian with messages to nurture the soul,
Writing to transcend time
And rescind misguided reasoning.
Original Writing 9/1/2006
Edited to above version 10/18/2006
Published December, 2006, by
Long Story Short Ezine
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