Miles of Travel and Roadside Stands
Bouncing along in my old sedan,
Stopping for refreshments at roadside stands,
Electronic games and puppy dog tales,
Little brother’s laugh echoing for miles around,
Counting farms and houses before the next town,
Tired and grumpy after an hour or two,
A fight or argument and a quarter is due,
A roll of quarters for each child,
Dwindling down as behavior turns wild,
Happy is the child who manages to maintain,
Happy are the parents who don’t hear them complain,
Watching billboards, children play the alphabet game,
From license plates they learn the states by name,
A day of travel with few fights and no fuss,
Is there a family as happy as us?
We have good times aplenty as we travel afar,
Though crowded together in my old red car.
- “Why is it called that?”: The Flea Market Edition (caterpickles.com)
- How To Find The Best Souvenirs While Traveling On Business (gadling.com)
- 272-mile flea market sets up in NW Florida (srpressgazette.com)
I have a personal magnet ghost, who’s attracted to my bad deeds.
She’s not very sensitive at times; she ignores my wants and needs.
When my life is out of balance and I’ve lost momentum to go,
She unloads negative energy, leaving me with no room to grow.
When dark thoughts start to gather and I feel the first drops of pain,
I close my eyes and imagine her here, creating havoc within my brain.
Mentally ill, I’ve been labeled, because of that wandering soul,
She shows up uninvited, no matter how often she’s been told,
A queen in emotional and spiritual worlds, she rushes to stake her claim,
There remained no chance I‘d keep control, once she called my name,
Irresponsible with her own relationships, she drove my friends away,
Leaving me to fight my demons alone, those who moved in yesterday,
Electrical shortages and my life on hold, the ghost has held her sway,
I think it’s time for her to move ahead, I need her out today.
I’ve been looking for my innocence; I found it in the dark,
It will light up the world, once I provide a spark.
- Lightning Still Largely a Mystery (news.discovery.com)
- The allure of elegance (quantumfrontiers.com)
- Moon’s magnetic umbrellas may shield future spaceships (newscientist.com)
- MRI Images Transplanted Islet Cells With Help Of Positively Charged Nanoparticles (medicalnewstoday.com)
My Life from the Beginning
I awoke from darkness and fell into light,
Cold was the day, not as warm as night,
Understanding the world was my very first task,
Answers surrounded me, all I needed was to ask,
Wet puppy kisses, purrs from a cat,
I found favorite things precious like that,
Storms in summer bringing driving rain,
Scratches and bruises, living with pain,
Dancing and laughing till dawn’s early light,
Learning to love was well worth the fight,
The world continuing to be comfortable and fun,
Until I struggled with challenges not easily won,
Relationships were fragile, few were deep,
Ripped from my grasp, not mine to keep,
Without knocking or asking, time opened a door,
Health and wealth were not mine any more,
Minutes passed swiftly and turned into years,
My memories were washed away by tears,
Nights were growing longer; cold was gaining ground,
I gave away all the treasures that I’d found,
I left behind the darkness and entered the light,
Laughing and dancing, Oh, what a sight!
- The Journey (sanora1.wordpress.com)
- Why I don’t go to church without my dogs; YOU are not alone when you LOVE a DOG! (animalsclubfreedom.typepad.com)
- Danger of Prosperity Preaching (shilohrestoration.org)
- Joel Osteen: Hope, an Interview (theparish.typepad.com)
Join Me for Coffee
“Good morning! Have a cup of coffee with me,
Relax and enjoy, what a great day it will be,
We’ll discuss the news and what went wrong,
Our place in the universe and where we belong,
We’ll talk about the drought and why we don’t have rain,
Aunt Lulu’s flowers and Sandi’s recent weight gain,
We’ll talk about most everything except you and me,
We’re afraid to confront our feelings and what we really see,
I know you belong to another who calls me his friend,
But without you in my arms the nights never end,
Let’s talk about the weather and time spent together,
If people have noticed, will storm clouds gather?
Our love is a relationship between you and me,
We need to decide how we want it to be,
Our families, our friends, not many will approve,
Should we stand and face them, or should we move?
Join me for coffee, or do you prefer tea?
I want to know how this will be,
Open for all to see, love in the sun,
Or living in darkness and love on the run?
Join me for coffee, please don’t hesitate,
I’m ready for love, and my love won’t wait.”
- Keep it Clean: Coffee Consultant Shares Tips on Turning Cleanliness into a Competitive Edge for Independent Coffee Shops (prweb.com)
- Bermondsey Coffee (londonartportfolio.wordpress.com)
- I can’t quit you – ♥ Coffee (pulpsushi.typepad.com)
- York Coffee Emporium gets Involved with Local Food Festival (prweb.com)
Think Like a Tree
I wasn’t ready for life’s road stretching out before me,
It wasn’t as fun as I expected it to be,
I whined, I complained, until I learned,
In the middle of an orchard the tree quietly stood,
He was the oldest and wisest in that neighborhood,
Although ancient and twisted his heart was still good,
I questioned him thoroughly about things he knew,
From seedling to adulthood, all the years he grew,
“Tell me your secret for being young so long,
How did you endure when things went wrong?
And how did you manage to stay so strong?”
The tree scratched his head, then smiled at me,
“Life will never be easy, as you can plainly see,
Adjust and be positive, and think like a tree,
There are a few things you ought to know,
Trees serve others and they’re not for show,
If a branch is barren or doesn’t grow,
There’s no reason to keep it, just let it go,
A tree needs to compete to be the best around,
But if it bears no fruit, cut it down,
It’s tragic to waste good fertile ground,”
He hesitated and drew a deep breath,
“If a tree produces it’s still not left alone,
It’s pruned each year even while grown,
It will be healthier and productive, a fact well known,
Often a tree tries too hard,
When too much is produced a tree must be thinned,
The remaining fruit will grow larger,” he said as he grinned,
“But if there’s too much fruit the limbs might break,
How soon, how much, it’s something a gardener must tweak,
A tree doesn’t want to be crowded,
It needs space to be free,
A tree needs to improve constantly, don’t you agree?”
I was ashamed of my previous actions,
Because I had been thinking only about me,
The way the old tree explained it I could see,
Life is not as harsh as I made it out to be,
If I need to be pruned to produce more in life,
I’ll adjust and be positive and think like a tree.
- Missouri program to plant 250,000 trees (kansascity.com)
- Fruit salad trees with six different fruit-bearing branches grafted on them (boingboing.net)
- Halifax’s urban forest to grow under new plan (cbc.ca)
- Tolkien and Trees (apologus.wordpress.com)
If Loneliness is a Shadow
If loneliness is a shadow who wants to dance,
She dreams alone and she’ll take a chance,
At first she doesn’t understand,
As loneliness takes her by the hand,
But as imaginary music fills the air,
Loneliness spins her around the room,
Letting her forget despair and gloom,
When the sun sets and shadows grow,
This shadow takes her to the late, late show,
Hoping that she’ll be glad to stay,
Along with her dreams for one more day,
Her feet are nimble as she glides across the floor,
Her happiness complete and her heart soars,
No longer does she count the hours,
But time spent is time lost,
And she does not consider the cost,
Hello, Loneliness, Join her once again,
Let her dance the night away,
Tomorrow she’ll rise to a brand new day,
And she’ll dance, spinning round and round,
Keeping her smile with never a frown,
Giving her heart one more chance,
To wake in her world of lost romance,
Happiness and love will treat her well,
As she dances along a star lit trail,
An imaginary world where everything is real,
It lets her dance the way she feels,
Spinning dizzily as the music plays,
She prepares her heart for lonely days.
- processing the feelings of loneliness (seekjoyfindbliss.wordpress.com)
- We Lonely Writers (verynovel.wordpress.com)
- A Word on Loneliness (livingunapologetically.wordpress.com)
- The Worst Kind of Loneliness (deepthinkings.wordpress.com)
Around the World
I don’t have to travel across the world,
There is a labyrinth within my mind,
Nor do the diamonds of Africa,
Call me to seek and find,
I don’t need the ice of Siberia,
To compare the iciness of your heart,
I only know what we’ve been through,
And it’s time for us to part,
Don’t shed crocodile tears for me, my dear,
Until the Nile runs dry,
You never loved me anyway,
So there’s no need to cry,
On the top of the Aztec ruins,
My love was sacrificed today,
A Black Forest cuckoo will chime again,
If I listen to what you say,
Mt Whitney might be a place for me,
Where love might choose to play,
But now that I’ve lost your love,
It’s Death Valley for me today.
- Death Valley records a low of 107Â°F (41.7Â°C): a world record (wunderground.com)
- Death Valley recognised as world’s hottest spot (nzherald.co.nz)
- It’s official: Death Valley hottest place on Earth (latimesblogs.latimes.com)
- Death Valley officially the hottest place ever (telegraph.co.uk)
I’m in Charge of Now
“What? You’re off to see the King of Yesterday? Isn’t it too late to see him? He’s already let opportunities slip by, got caught up in moments when he couldn’t even cry, and now he’s frustrated because he didn’t want to try,” I blurted out. “If the King of Yesterday had paid attention to time and people around him, the world wouldn’t be in such a mess,
There are things he could have done,
Fix a bike,
Kiss his wife,
Hug his son,
Call his mom,
Smile at someone,
There are things he should have done,
Walk the dog,
Gone to church,
Wash his car,
Wish upon a star,
There are things he might have done,
Watch a sunrise,
Tell someone he loves her,
Hold her hand,
Show he cares,
Listen and understand,
There are things he would have done,
If he hadn’t lost his temper,
If he had said I’m sorry,
If he had not kept score,
If he had helped someone,
If he had loved more,
“Mother Earth, the King of Yesterday is a procrastinator and a loser. It’s plain to see he should be more like me.”
“The King of Tomorrow might be the man for you. He’s ahead of schedule, his days are planned, he will be in charge, and his future is grand.
She looked at me steadily. “I understand. What you say might be true, but you don’t know the King of Tomorrow like I do.”
These are the things he might do,
Yell at someone,
Ignore his family,
Demand to be in charge,
Eat and drink more,
Live life large,
These are things he could do,
Go sky diving,
Eat better and eat less,
Spend time with family,
Open opportunity’s door,
These are things he should do,
Give praise, time, and love generously,
Keep a journal,
Things he will do,
Work harder and longer,
Let his health go,
Forget to let his inner being grow,
“Surely,” said I, “The King of Tomorrow is not that kind of guy. He can see yesterday with a discerning eye. If Yesterday and Tomorrow both pass through Now, Wouldn’t Tomorrow be better somehow?”
Mother Earth looked at me sadly before she spoke. “The King of Tomorrow blames Yesterday and Now, rather than improving himself somehow. And the King of Now is also to blame. He doesn’t want to be pinned down and be true to his name. If Now meant Now and he tried to do good, there’s no way Tomorrow would be misunderstood.”
I thought about this for days and even for nights, I could improve myself if I reset my sights,
It wouldn’t take much to lighten my load, one or two shifts and I’d be back on the right road.
I’d glance at Yesterday from time to time, then urge Tomorrow to keep in his prime.
I am in charge of training Now, and I’ll get the job done some way, somehow,
The three kings will follow my lead, I’ll help others and lessen my needs,
I’m determined for once to keep doing good, for I don’t want Tomorrow to be misunderstood.
Two men rushed past me, their words gushing out in torrents. Their conversation was entirely about something that was going on outside the store. My curiosity piqued, I watched as they hurried through the grocery store’s front doors and joined others who seemed to be staring into the sky. What was so interesting? Was a plane in trouble? Did they see a UFO? Was a major storm heading our way?
“I’ll be right back,” I said to my lady friend. “I’ve got to see what the excitement is all about.” I scampered outside, leaving her and two kids.
Stacey, her three kids, and I had traveled to the mountains for a picnic. It was a beautiful hot day and we mostly stayed in the shade. Her oldest son, Fabian, was hyperactive and constantly on the move. He just couldn’t sit still during our picnic.
Fabian was too distracted by the world around him. He wandered off several times and we had to search for him each time. Out of frustration Stacey told him he was grounded and would have to stay next to her. After an angry exchange of words between Stacey and Fabian, we decided to leave. There was no point in staying with relations already strained between them and still going downhill.
On the way down the mountain Stacey decided to reward her other two children for being good. She spotted a mini mall with a small store and asked me to stop. I pulled in. I noted that the space was on an incline so I set the parking brake.
“Let’s go inside and get out of the heat,” I said.
“Fabian has to stay in the car. He’s grounded,” Stacey replied.
“I don’t want to leave him in the car. I don’t want anything to happen to him.”
“He’ll be fine. I don’t want to reward him for bad behavior.”
Reluctantly I went inside. I picked up some potato chips, various kinds of candy, fruit drinks, and some ice cream. I didn’t tell Stacey but I intended to give some to Fabian later after he showed good behavior. However, that was before I saw the men rushing out the door.
Once I was outside a strange sight greeted me. A white Toyota Corolla, looking a lot like mine, was across the street, high in the air, surrounded by a gathering crowd. I stared in amazement. “It looks like my car but it can’t be.” I turned and looked for my parking space. It was empty.
The Toyota looked kind of odd resting in a tree. Yes, it was my car, and no, it didn’t have magical powers. How did it get there?
Stacey had rejoined me by then, two kids at her side. She clutched my arm tightly. “Where’s Fabian?” she asked hysterically.
At that moment Fabian’s head popped up at the driver’s side window. His face was pale and he looked terrified. I couldn’t understand his words or his gestures. “Don’t move!” I shouted.
Traffic was blocked at the main entrance as emergency vehicles arrived. Fabian was rescued first. With no one else in danger everything went faster. A helicopter lifted my car and then lowered it to the ground.
I was worried that this would be terribly expensive. Then two representatives of the mall management team thrust a paper in front of me. They were concerned the mall would be sued because a child had been in danger. They were happy that I didn’t want to sue anyone. Fabian was safe and that was all that really mattered.
I came to the conclusion that Fabian had released the parking brake, put the car in neutral and attempted to steer it. Instead the car jumped over a small railing and sailed onto a tree which was between two lanes, one for entering and one for leaving. Amazingly no one was hurt and my car received only a few small scratches.
Our relationship suffered because of the incident and shortly thereafter we broke up. But that’s another story.
- Quick Tip: Your parking brake matters, now use it (shopautoweek.com)
- 2008 Toyota Corolla: New Corolla! (motortrend.com)
Awkward Moments (part 2)
Sometimes letters to two are two too many. I’d like to say I didn’t make mistakes in relationships, but if I did I would be lying. I’ve made a multitude of mistakes. When I was a rambunctious teenager I tried dating two girls from different towns. “They would never find out,” I reasoned. For awhile I was careful and the girls did not know about each other.
Because of my carelessness that changed and my carefully constructed world exploded. After a full day at college, football practice, and homework, I stumbled through my front door tired and hungry. After a quick meal, I decided to write a letter to Lucy before I went to work as an usher at the local theater. My words were beautiful and efficient and I finished ahead of schedule. “Why not write a letter to Brenda as well?” I asked myself. “For once I’ll be ahead.” That letter was finished quickly but I rushed, afraid I’d be late to work. I wasn’t paying attention when I stuffed the letters into envelopes.
A few days later I received a phone call. Lucy’s angry voice greeted me. I listened while she explained how much she was hurt when she received a letter meant for someone else. It was an awkward conversation because I had no defense for my callous behavior. Switching the letters was a mistake, but even worse I was cheating by having another girlfriend. I shriveled up inside and said I was sorry. We closed our conversation with instructions never to see or speak to each other again.
I’m no genius but my math was telling me one girl was unaccounted for. I was dreading a second phone call, a letter, or lightning to strike me, something big and punishing. Brenda called a few days later. She was willing to forgive me. That shocked me more than Lucy’s angry call. We talked and talked. Finally I admitted my guilt was overwhelming and I needed to get my act together before I could be in a relationship. I told her I was deeply sorry I had hurt her. Although we parted on friendly terms I never had contact with her again.
In my mind I can still see the fishhook dangling from his lip, his face pale, his eyes wide with terror. A few minutes before we had been peacefully fishing, the small boat gliding into shallow coves and out of the deeper currents of the Feather River. My partner, Tom, continued to get strike after strike while I watched, impatiently waiting for a fish to grab my lure.
I knew his technique. He would guide the boat in at an angle, allowing him to cast across a wide area. His lure was always the first to shoot out across relatively virgin areas.
I was determined that just once my lure would go first. He turned into a small cove and got ready to cast. I realized I was going to be further away so I brought my pole back a few more inches. I snapped my pole forward but I didn’t see the lure fly by. I turned around. Tom was silent for a reason. My lure had caught him, one barb hooked securely in his lower lip, and my slightest motion drew his lip forward.
I couldn’t leave the boat and equipment so I called his wife. She took him to the emergency room while I took the fishing gear to his house. I joined them later at the emergency room. He still had the lure dangling from his lip and by now interns and nurses were posing for pictures with him. If there had been cell phones the incident would have gone viral.
Although he was getting lots of attention he still didn’t look happy. At that moment I was glad we had been fishing rather than hunting. He didn’t need a gun right then.
Finally a doctor came out with a pair of pliers and clipped the hook. Nurses dabbed the area with antiseptic and the doctor told him he was free to go. His lip healed quickly but he still had trouble speaking to me.
- Awkward Moments (part 1) (poetsenvy.wordpress.com)
- Spoon-fed fish (kansascity.com)
- 10 Ways To Be Less Awkward (thoughtcatalog.com)
- Awkward Moments in Male Cheerleading [20 PHOTOS] (coedmagazine.com)
- Wasn’t hard to gear up for these fishing gadgets (jacksonville.com)
- A Letter to Myself (endlessencounters.wordpress.com)