Friday, March 31, 2006
because i still feel crappy, but
not enough to keep still for long. s
how evil are you? (me)14% (ha!)
you are good. so good that
you make evil people squirm.
just remember, you may need to turn to
the dark side to get what you want!
oh, i think they may be wrong on this one
mother teresa, i'm not and a dark side i have
but yes, kindness matters. s
sad tho, some have found excuses for destroying their imagination, their dreams and their truth.
letting them dry up into ashes and throwing them into the cold wind. is it fear or age or
just a lack of empathy, unseen at first. s
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Why are the people starving?Because the rulers use up the money in taxes.Therefore the people are starving.Why are the people rebellious?Because the rulers interfere too much.Therefore they are rebellious.Why do the people think so little of death?Because the rulers demand too much of life.Therefore the people take death lightly.Having little to live on, one knows better than to value life too much. tao te ching
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, To knock their fairy castles down? Eliza Cook (1818 - 1889) English poet
i grew up about a good stone's throw from
this tiny castle enclave.
there are a few of
them with walls and towers.
sometimes, i would allow myself
to dream. s
Friday, March 24, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
"buddy guy- bring 'em in"
run, RUN out and buy this!
it's worth it just for the cover of
" ain't no sunshine" with tracy chapman!
now, that's one of my favorite songs
and i usually am no fan of covers of
certain songs cause the original has
memories woven with the song BUT
the covers on this cd are amazing. no
they don't bring the memories but
they damn sure bring emotions!
the guest musicians are first rate and
buddy's playing has always mesmerized me.
" i've got dreams to remember" just brought
tears , god!
he came our house
with a box of tools and
bottles of strange smelling
dyes and polishes.
in less than an hour
all of the worn and scratched wood
the scars of a lifetime together
were gone as if they had never happened
would that he could have healed
the deeper cuts.
your blogging type is artistic
you see your blog as the ultimate
personal expression-and work hard to
make it great.
one moment you may be working on
a new dramatic design for your blog...
and the next, you are passionately
writing about your pet causes.
your blog is very important-and you
are careful about who you share it with.
this was so spot on it was scary.
there are actually a lot of people that have read or continue
to read my blog but those are people that
are connected in various ways to my poetry.
there are only a select few that i have mentioned my blog to
even less that i have given the address to.
i travel in circles that can be quite different from
each other. some understand this part of me
some are coming to know it. some celebrate it
some don't. s
Saturday, March 18, 2006
an empty bottle on the side of a road
a pebble in a shoe
small irritation, that's me
flat as day old champagne and
just as bitter on the tongue.
worth less than a penny that no one
bothered to pick up.
i am a scratched worn 45
skipping just enough to ruin the song
a crazy echo
you shouted down
and turned your back on
too impatient to wait.
Friday, March 17, 2006
they are passing away and soon all that will be left are memories.
so, this is for all of them .
it's a beautiful song. they deserve it and more. s
i read her every day. thought i'd do this one. s
4 jobs you've had in your life:
4 movies you'd watch over and over:
plan 9 from outer space
4 places you have lived:
pittsburgh and it's suburbs
in my head
that's 4 places !
4 TV shows you( love to) watch:
cnn headline news
emeril (and most of the food net. shows)
it's alive (a horror show on here)
4 places you've been on vacation:
new york and canada
north and south carolina
tionesta pa and gettysburg
4 websites you visit daily:
froth slosh b'gosh
a spork in the drawer
4 of your favorite foods :
4 places you'd rather be right now:
dont tempt me!!!!
Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she has bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child-bearing and man-bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to BE. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment the man rests inside of her.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
a lot of them and a lot of bookmarked sites, but, i digress...
anyway i am a ben and jerry's fan
( i get e-mails from 'em and oh i love that!!!)
today, on my aol food site
they had a link to a ben and jerry's contest to
create your own ice cream flavor!
i couldn't pass THAT up.
brownie batter and caramel ice cream
with toffee chips and chocolate chip cookie dough
with boston cream swirls!!!!!!
i think i've found my bliss! s http://www.benjerry.com/
i am now a victoria's secret VIP !
which just goes to show you that even liberal democrats with
can be good little capitalist consumers, when we aren't busy
hugging trees and writing indignant letters to various newspapers
and washington d.c. ; )
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
i did for my workgroup back in 02
worn down smiles
damp twisted sheets
knotted up dreams
fevered kaleidoscope images
change and prick
with each tick of the clock
tock tick tock
your side abandoned
colder heart beats elsewhere
thub dub thub
waking with a clenched jaw ache
another night of grinding emotions
wearing memories down to the nubs.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
i was watching my little granddaughter today. she is not quite 2 years old
and this was the 1st time she was here for an extended period of time. i
usually go to my daughter and son-in-law's if i watch her. well poor little
bob just didn't know what to make of her. he headed downstairs and stayed there.
every once in awhile he'd start the most pitiful little meowing, but he refused to come upstairs til she left. THEN he checked out every place she had been. i think next time he won't be so frightened and come out to at least peek at her. i felt bad for him, poor little guy! me, well mai mai and i had big fun! s
Friday, March 10, 2006
beats getting a contact lens stuck!
oh and thanks so very much for the prayers
and good wishes for my friend frank.he is
out of the hospital as of yesterday, still has
a long way to go but he's made it through
and i'm grateful to everyone that sent
a kind thought his way. s
there is a touching piece over at barnestormin
it really is a beautiful and bittersweet article about their dog. i left a comment about my 1st. dog and in his answer he mentioned that his childhood dog was also a buff colored male cocker.
this is me and ricki. yes, i know i look like a boy, but i had just turned three and my hair was growing in from brain surgery. odd thing, as i
got older my hair got very dark. go figure.
anyway, this is for ricki and for jonathan's max
and for everyone's pets that have graced our
lives and passed on. s
if you click on the photo it gets bigger.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
working on forever.
this one is very personal, painfully so,
but it needed to be set down on paper
she grew up in the mirror
in the upstairs hallway
still touches it with the
forefinger of her left hand
points at the reflection
but refuses to look
she grew up with the girl in the mirror
at first just a tiny finger
even on tiptoes
at seven the first communicant
smiled unaware that ten years along
a wild child with dry eyes
and a wet mouth would touch a forefinger
between those dark eyes
and cock her thumb
grown old in spite of her
and still she touches an aging finger
where those eyes should be
if she was foolish enough to look
on a new blog called,"the soul of us"
there are 5 of us, very different souls we are, but
we come together every now and then as time
to write on a topic.
this new one was in conjunction with
black history month
and music. http://www.thesoulofus.blogspot.com/
i think you might enjoy it. s
hi, ho! Lovable and friendly
you get along with everyone you know.
you're a big thinker, sometimes you
overthink life's problems.
don't worry- everyone knows it's not easy being green
just remember, time fun when you're
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
i read this blog daily.
this is just one of those little on-line thingys that seem to be like potato chips, can't do just one. like those other blog tests i'm addicted to! have fun ! s
friday night my contact lens became "glued" to my eye.
i tried EVERYTHING that the instructions said to dislodge the little fiend
(yes, i was beginning to believe it had an intelligence all it's own,
like a bad B, 50's space alien movie!) nothing worked and i began to panic
hell, i began to freak!
went to the emergency room about 1 a.m. or so. bless them, they were
wonderful as i sat there explaining what i had already tried and how
really STUPID i felt there in a place used to accidents, heart attacks
and worse, with a stuck contact lens, but hey, it's my EYE you know.
after prodding and probing and dye and on well,
it came out with all the water and drops and...
i have antibiotic drops because i have a scratched cornea, but
i'm grateful as anything to the staff and the doctor at st. margaret's
a BIG THANK YOU TO THEM!
(especially for not looking at me like i was a really goofy lady,
i was and i am, but they were nice!) and as to my
contact lenses, phooey! yes, i know what happened was an oddity
but i have those oddities happen a lot in my life and i'm not pushing my luck.
oh well! s
Sunday, March 05, 2006
to send prayers or happy thoughts and vibes
to my friend frankie.frank is catholic, but prayers and
good wishes are universal to me and to him. he's in the hospital again.
frank is a truly kindhearted soul that does all manner of
good for others in life and never seems to have fate smile on him.
get better soon frank! s
Saturday, March 04, 2006
there's an article about it on a newsboard that i read every morning. people send this man their secrets on a postcard. some are funny, some are sad, some are truly frightening. it is really making me wonder why? why would so many people do this and would i?? s
Friday, March 03, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Thirty spokes share the wheel's hub;It is the center hole that makes it useful.Shape clay into a vessel;It is the space within that makes it useful.Cut doors and windows for a room;It is the holes which make it useful.Therefore profit comes from what is there;Usefulness from what is not there.
Tao Te Ching
every seat taken
30 lives in an oval
male and female
fitting together a jigsaw puzzle
with each drink and their own truths
words jumbled on words
turning meanings right side up
building the corners first
finding the pattern
the meanings in glances
no one admitting to the pieces
swept under the rug.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Train of Life
Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!