Bad Day


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lying here, no energy

body broken and battered, reminding me today

choking on numerous meds taken too quickly

wanting only to get them down

normally smiling acceptance of the struggle

nothing but frustration this beautiful Sunday

                      stay positive; be an example for others; trials make one stronger

this too shall pass

the walls feel too close these hours

squeezing life from this soul

overwhelmed with attempts at hiding

watching the world pass by

the fatigue that grounds me; visiting now

realizing it is temporary, aware of the crash

you can get through this; depression not an option; fight and be tough
this too shall pass

not a good day for chronic illness; temporary and fading
rest without guilt; allow the body to heal; recovery
this too shall pass

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Our Boo


Sugary treats always deliver a smirk
Crunchiness provides noise in quiet
Breakfast bars wake the sleepy
Bats, skeletons, witchy distractions

Warmth and luxury for chilly toes

Words of wisdom and affection
Ramen noodles rapidly boiling
Glow in the dark molded fangs

Delicious cookies reminiscent of home
Popcorn, addictive, sweet, and salty
Thick gloves comfort the digits
Spider webs entangled throughout

The bird has flown the nest
Young boy in some ways, man in others
Searching independence, growth, and experience
Still needing reassurance and connection

Halloween Care Package on the way!

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A Genuinely Charming Death


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by Niecy

Wind rumbles wildly through the trees
Branches graze and scratch the stuccoed walls
Leaves drunkenly stagger from concrete to mulch
Enjoying the last of freedom before certain demise
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

Colors change rapidly green to yellow, orange, and red
A beautiful mosaic announcing transition to all
Eyes feast on visions of pumpkins, apples, and hay
Magnificent, colorful photos etched in our minds
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

Familiar and pleasant scents seduce noses
Memories of family and gatherings abound
Pumpkin, apple, maple, sweet potato pie
Tease and excite the young and the old
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

Sweaters, boots, hats, and gloves
Once again make an annual appearance
As warmth pivots to crisp coolness
And all prepare for another year’s end.
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

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Lonely Books


Books

Dusty, torn, tattered
Bounty a genre shared
Eyes of many perused
Words anxiously prepared
Pictures of every hue

Younger days passed
Swiftly by adventure
Mystery, romance, tragedy
Sometimes even a clencher
Held at attention by gravity

Old, used, dog-eared
Split pages all abound
Spine ripped, unglued
Knowledge still found
Substance for every mood

New pushes aside old
Progress, growth, technology
Birth of Kindle, new object
Treasure replaced, no apology
Fossils ignored and wrecked

Historical and seasoned
Rarity also a gift
Hearts ready to resign
Anticipating a shift
Library, forgotten shrine

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How Do We Move On


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Paralyzed by tragedy
Stricken with reality

Our world is in chaos
As if in an ugly séance

We all cry and mourn
No answers in this storm

The world continues to turn
While hearts on slow burn

One catastrophe turns into another
France today, brother hurting brother

More souls crushed in an instant
Too close for something so distant

Too many lives shattered
As if no lives matter

No reason for this madness
Tears flowing not of gladness

We ask how to move on
With so many now gone

Last week it was brutality
Searching souls for morality

Many a badge gunned down
A proud but wounded town

At high volume yell and shove
“Where is the peace and love?”

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Solitude


Solitude becomes friendly
Alonman-mountain-solitudeeness not at all loneliness

Quiet delivers peace
Silence with careful reflection

Seclusion provides communion
Emptiness filled with careful prayer

Separateness from life’s pace
Withdrawal allows time to release

Listening to nothingness
Lacking all commotion of routines

Sounds explored never before
Searching ears answered with tranquility

A gift all can receive
Willingness needing only a pause

Solitude becomes friendly
Aloneness not at all loneliness

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Smell the Roses


So much time wasted on worry
Years of not seeing what was in front of me
Constant tribulation about what the future held
Never to stop and appreciate living in the present

So much out of our control
We can work hard and make changes along the way
Are these changes that are meant to be, I wonder
Never to stop and appreciate living in the present

So many what ifs this or that happens
So many tears, despair, and hurt from disappointment
Clouding all possibilities of accomplished dreams
Never to stop and appreciate living in the present

What’s done is done, nothing can be changed now
There are no guarantees of another day
There can be no predicting or manipulating the future
It is time to stop and appreciate living in the present

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Action


The state of our world
I cringe
Hunger, violence, homelessness, bullying
I cry
Human beings need compassion
I seek
The rich get richer, the poor poorer
I shake
What if the abundance of funds were funneled
I wonder
What if greed no longer existed
I smile
Will never happen, but so many could be helped
I know
What if we could trust our politicians
I ask
What if there was honesty and less corruption
I jump

Action is needed over talk

People killing each other
Evil all around goodness
Will never be gone
This is human nature
Is it possible to take the compassion
With action to stamp out some evil
I hope
I pray
I take action

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Man vs. Woman


From the side I stare
Covering is beautiful
Red, gold, and floral
Pillows thrown over
Many sizes, all matching
Searching the vision I seek

A place of comfort
for rest and love
Slide into as darkness appears
Crawl out with the morning sun
This day is incomplete
Without the order I crave

Observing my special gem
Wincing with frustration and knowing
Not straight, not as it should be
Not hidden, a bit of tan
Crooked and peeking out
The peace I seek eludes

Organization often a woman’s need
Tidiness, cleanliness, perfection
Leaves me with satisfaction
Security of the nest I love
Pride and pleasure abound
Silliness of the highest degree

Today I scowl
Unevenness and disarray
He made it so, such a good man
giving and hardworking
Remembers little of small
Necessary details I so require

My heart swells with love
Joyous sensation washes over me
The thought of all he does
Perfect father, no sacrifice
Too small, lovely husband
Wanting and needing to please

Leaves me with wonder
Although the answer is known
Not the same care and respect
For the sanctuary I crave

Learn and abide not his will
Fulfill my unreasonable request
Time taken, check it twice
Preserve my cozy treasure

Just make the bed correctly!
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