Saturday, September 30, 2006
















i swear, there are nights when hitting myself between
my eyes with a 2 x 4 would have been a better choice
than going out
last night!

Friday, September 29, 2006

a layla vet update:

layla went to the vet's today.
she is 7.9 lbs. a little on the small side
but healthy.

she behaved very well. nothing much
seems to upset her. she is great with an active
2 year old little girl, that much i know!

bob checked out the cat carrier when layla
came back
not sure why, but they are both playing
so maybe he missed her!

my vet said she just adopted a puppy
from ANIMAL FRIENDS. she
recommends them. so do i.

THIS WORKS FOR ME
AS WELL!
a friday COW joke:


why does a milking stool only have
3 legs????



the cow has the UDDER!

Thursday, September 28, 2006


Intimacy

the moment has gone
and memories have yet to be
sorted through and arranged
like souvenirs from an exotic trip

while i still can feel
your touch making indentations
and the scent still clings soft
i know...




works for me!!!!


















"Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life."


Leo Buscaglia
a small note:



there are people that i know that do not want to be written about.
i respect that and i won't. just wanted them to know that. s

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

goodnight.
"The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed.
The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character.
So watch the thought and its ways with care.
And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings."


Buddha
my little granddaughter went home for the night.
not sure if i will be babysitting tomorrow.

i've cleaned up the toys and the tiny fingerprints.
bob has come out of hiding. layla is not bothered
by having a 2 year old running amuck. she takes
everything in stride.

the house is quiet. i miss the giggles and shrieks of laughter!
barriers

some we jump over or go round
some make us stronger as we break through
a feat of strength
determination wins out
we congratulate each other on
making it another day another month
another year or two.


barriers of our own making
we build them up
just to tear them down
and feel like we've accomplished something.

my son -in -law picked me up a new mouse
for my computer. it's so, so much better than the old one.
it's a microsoft wireless optical and i LOVE it!















these are some of the "stones" that i make from concrete.
i've made some with bit's of broken stained glass in them, just
to see how it would look before going on to more complex
patterns. these are some in front of my house. when it rains
the colors are very bright. i've packed up my forms and tools
til next spring. it's too cold for me to be mucking around with
wet concrete and buckets of water and the garden hose! brrrrrr!!!!

Monday, September 25, 2006

got this message from my friend charlie tee:






Hiya Sherry,

please remind your readers that they can also go to their favorite library...
Here's the link to mine.
http://kanawha.lib.wv.us...

it's my other home,
and I'm proud of all of my co workers, they are the best!!!




i passed it on charlie. it's a good reminder. thanks, s

Sunday, September 24, 2006


i was reminded of it being BANNED BOOK WEEK
while at blue gal's blog. i had meant to post about it on
friday but i became side tracked and so, here, still have time...




check it out please. some of the books banned and
the reasons will
astound you and hopefully, piss you off. it should! s





http://www.ala.org/ala/oif/bannedbooksweek/bannedbooksweek.htm
foamy's at it again. this time
it's "evil corporate zombies!"
now, being from pittsburgh i have a THING
for zombies so i like this. the last line is the best one.






http://www.illwillpress.com/zomb.html

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Friday, September 22, 2006

A good manager is best when people barely know that he exists.

Not so good when people obey and acclaim him.


Worse when they despise him.


Lao Tzu
the labyrinth



my creased skin
is wrapped around someone
that is of uncertain age

the lines in my flesh
tie me to the youth i was
as i make my way thru
an unfamiliar labyrinth

as if i'd find the girl
by winding them up
to find my way back.
boy, i am pooped. had my beautiful and ACTIVE
little 2 year old grandkid here all day. we had BIG fun,
but wow, i am NOT as young as i once was.
we played and went outside and took a walk . then
i made mac and cheese with broccoli in it for her lunch.
my niece stopped by with her new dog. a sweet older dog
named buddy, a beagle(i love beagles, grew up with them ).
now, i'm doing laundry and thinking about a nice HOT bath.
soak these old bones! ha! ; )
another by li po:






The Old Dust



The living is a passing traveler;

The dead, a man come home.

One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth,

Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.



The rabbit in the moon pounds the medicine in vain;

Fu-sang, the tree of immortality,

has crumbled to kindling wood.

Man dies, his white bones are dumb without a word


When the green pines feel the coming of the spring.

Looking back, I sigh;

Looking before, I sigh again.

What is there to prize in the life's vaporous glory?



Translated by:Shigeyoshi Obata




















The lover knows much more about absolute good
and universal beauty than logician or theologian, unless the latter,
too, be lovers in disguise-

George Santayana (1863-1952)
Sooner or later we all discover that the important
moments in life are not the advertised ones, not
the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings,
not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are
less prepossessing. They come to the door of
memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in,
sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our
lives are measured by these



- Susan B. Anthony(1820-1906)American reformer

Thursday, September 21, 2006















What did the little duckling's parents say when he was no longer shy around strangers?


That he had come out of his shell.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006









i forgot that there was a picture
of layla on the animal friend's site.
so , tah dah, here she is!

see why i changed her name to layla?
she deserves to be named after a girl so
beautiful that clapton wrote a song about her.


i was a nervous wreck, i had to go out and so
bob and layla were by themselves for the first time
but they seem to have gotten along well.

they say it's your birthday



your years peeled away
hopes uneven and torn
left layers of scar tissue
a topographical map
highs and lows
a life rolled up

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY

and stashed in the dark

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO YOU

multicolored candles drip
waxy pools in frosting
sweeter than the years
a knife cuts big pieces.
the crumbs, i gather with my forefinger.

well, this morning i introduced bob to layla.
they had been separated before this and poked
their paws under the closed door at each other
checking each other out.
layla is used to other cats. she was in a big room
at the shelter playing freely with a lot of cats but bob
has been here with only people since he was 2 months old.
layla has been checking out every nook
and cranny here while bob follows behind quite
interested and puzzled.
layla has softly hissed at him a few times and raised
a paw but no big fights as yet. bob backs quickly off
even tho he is twice her size.
i've got my fingers crossed.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

announcement....


bob now has a friend!
her name is layla and she is just a sweetie.
i had gone to the one shelter to see the cat i
had seen on -line BUT she has an upper respiratory
infection and has 10 days to go on antibiotics.the poor
little dear was sneezing and had a very runny nose and eyes
and naturally i was concerned about bob and spreading it to him.
they tried to assure me that i would be ok and that i could just
give her the meds myself and keep them away from each other.
i called my vet who said, "no way." so i went instead to animal friends
which is quite a ways from my place but boy was i glad!
their new building is beautiful. it is very, very clean and
the animals there all seem well cared for and the paperwork
and records look to be quite well done.

anyway, i have layla here in one room so that she and bob can
get to know each other slowly and i have an appt. with my vet at the end of the month.

layla was abandoned and in poor shape, but she is fine now.
she is sort of a tortie/calico mix. short hair looks like she was
swished around in brown, black, gold and white paint that was floating on top
of the water. she has 1 golden eye, the other was lost to her and the vet sewed
it shut.
she is much smaller than bob, supposed to be around 2 years of age.
i named her LAYLA because i told her she was beautiful enough
to have a song
named for her!!!


in a few days when she feels more at ease, i will take her picture and then
post it for you all to see how sweet she is.
the mouse on my computer has seen better days!
he, is on his last legs here and i need a new one!
god, it is hard trying to do anything with a mouse
that doesn't feel like cooperating.
going to try to make it over to the local animal shelter this morning.
there's a young cat over there that i saw on their website and i'd love
to adopt her, but they say she has a cold tho i can go and see her.
i hope i can make it. s

Sunday, September 17, 2006























this poem is a masterpiece, by li po, and i
post this as a token to my best friend.





Alone and Drinking Under the Moon



Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,


and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon


accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are


friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

Translated by: Rewi Allen
it's a wonderfully foggy morning.
i love fog shrouded trees, but the fog
doesn't do happy things for my bones!
still, i'm looking out of my window and i can see
the nearest leaves from the oak and the maple
the rest is all suggestion and memory.

MAGICKAL!

Saturday, September 16, 2006

CLICK


IF ONLY
IT COULD BE
AS EASY
AH
IF ONLY
THOUGHTS
COULD BE
LEFT BEHIND
CLOSED DOORS
TO GROW DUSTY
IN AN AIRLESS ROOM
THE CLICK OF A KEY
THE ONLY SOUND
IF ONLY
MY THOUGHTS
WOULD STAY LOCKED
AWAY IN AN ATTIC
LIKE A CRAZY RELATION
HIDDEN FROM VIEW
HIDDEN FROM YOU.
yes, a few more clicks and another petition...




SAVE DARFUR







http://www.savedarfur.org/content?splash=yes






















TRUTH IN ADVERTISING!


i signed this petition via BLUE GAL'S blog


it's about the separation of church and state.
i have always believed it protects faith from
government meddling. please take a look and if
you agree, then sign. thanks, s




http://www.firstfreedomfirst.org/



i sign petitions and send them on to family and friends
sometimes i get teased, sometimes i piss off a few, but
i figure, it's a few mouse clicks and keystrokes,
how hard is that, how long does it take?? little things add up.
it's a start. sherry
















every now and then something happens that
restores my faith that there are some really nice
people out there.

a man i know approached me last night at the club




( he's a nice man, i talk to him a lot, when i see him . )






i belong to and gave me 100.00 to put toward the
scholarship fund that i help out with. he gave 100.00 last year
as well. he donates it in memory of his late brother-in-law
and always makes the point that it is from his whole family.

this man and his wife are very nice people. they do not
have to do this, but they choose to, and i, and i know
the winners of the scholarships thank him even tho they do
not know him or his family.

the fact that he does this and says he will continue as
he is able make me think that things aren't so bad and
kindness does still exist. my thanks to him and his family.
well, my picture and bio
are back this a.m. i wonder were they
went off to, what they were doing???

; )
came home, checked my blog and gee, my picture and bio
are missing, hummm. do you think the blogger gremlins are
trying to tell me something?????

Friday, September 15, 2006



Can miles truly separate you from friends....
If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?

Richard Bach
"A good leader is a person who takes a little more than his share of the blame
and a little less than his share of the credit."


John C. Maxwell
of late


living without hope
feels like
an oilslick on my skin
a film i can't soak, scrub
or peel off without
leaving a raw wound
opened to the air.



my "official" seal.


thanks froth!!!!!



it's another friday!


how do you get down from a duck???

with a ladder. ; )



hi philip, no i didn't cook the chicken for my soup yesterday, ha! sherry

Thursday, September 14, 2006

i'm making chicken soup!

perhaps when i've got it all simmering away, blogger's gremlins
will have, like elvis, LEFT THE BUILDING!!!! ; )
still raining, had one hell of a storm last night!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

paper cuts vs keystrokes


sliced thin
i forget to bleed


a few clicks
the words behind glass
bring rivulets

the slash
nicks bone.















i've written of this group in the past
last night 3 representatives of this organization
were on a local program, updating their work.
most people know that i like many, support our troops
and in fact, know a few (who doesn't?) but
no surprise here, i am not happy
about the current events. please, our troops
deserve all that we can do. they need things like this
i wish that they didn't, but life is not what we wish it to be,
so take a moment please, and have a look at this very
worthwhile project. thanks so much. sherry










http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/
"When you have to make a choice and don't make it,
that is in itself a choice."


William James

got this just now from a friend:



PITTSBURGH FRIENDS


OTHER FRIENDS: Never ask for food
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
OTHER FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad.
OTHER FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, Damn...we f@#cked up...but that ........ was fun!"
OTHER FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Cry with you.
OTHER FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.
OTHER FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
OTHER FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
OTHER FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"
OTHER FRIENDS: Are for a while.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Are for life.
OTHER FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough. PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "Bitch, you better drink the rest of that, you know we don't waste!!" (Haha, sooo true)
OTHER FRIENDS: Will talk sh_t to the person who talks sh_t about you.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Will knock them the HELL out!!
OTHER FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
PITTSBURGH FRIENDS: Will repost this!
cold, rainy, dreary, depressing
just plain nasty out!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

" Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence
and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together
with some hurtful self-questioning."

sylvia plath





now this i can relate to, kicking ass, not so much. s
"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels.
Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass."


Maya Angelou















and now, back to the main thrust of this blog

POETRY.

here's the site for a fellow PKr, sally evans



http://groups.msn.com/desktopsallye


the picture is sally's from her site, lovely place named callander.
send a thank you note.




http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1024.html



this is really a good idea.
go to this site and you can send a card
of thanks to a solider!

my cousin linda sent this in an e-mail.
she says it's her new motto. i say
it's a good one. s



If you always do what you have always done
then you will always get what you've always got.
Listen to the Universe;
Dare to Dream.
cables

wires and screens
welcome
"you've got mail"
clicks

finger tips
touch

your words behind glass
caress
as if they
felt

as if i could.

Monday, September 11, 2006

do yourself a favor and catch the repeat of
COUNTDOWN tonight! the commentary at
the end of the show is just amazing.

"Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us."


Oscar Wilde

9/11 , nothing much else i need to say about this.
others are far more able. s

Sunday, September 10, 2006

i have a surprise for all of you that enjoy poetry
or just have fun at my blog ; )


i'm, (along with some of my fellow poets) in an E book.
just click on the link below and then scroll down to where it says TEN COMMANDMENTS and click. you need adobe reader.

i only submitted 1 poem for the challenge but i'm telling you that
every one of us were surprised at the quality of these poems and
so jim(dr. bennett) decided to do an E book, instead of a challenge and voting
among members.

i think you'll enjoy these works. truly! sherry




just click and then scroll





http://www.poetrykit.org/pkp/index.htm

hi, back again. went away to a car cruise and oldies show at

at linden hall. the weather was beautiful.

they had the stage set up on a hole on the beautiful golf course there.

there was an oldies dance the night before. i danced a few, but

they are big into cha chas and such and i can't really do those.

there were a bunch of us there and we sat and laughed and said hi to

people we haven't seen in a year or two. i had a few white russians and a shot of

yukon jack as a night cap. i do not sleep much and even less

on those few occasions i am away. i thought i might with the yukon, but

no. thankfully the small hotel there has cable! i watched news shows and infomercials!

the steel workers union owns the property. it has a beautiful mansion on the grounds

that used to belong to a coal and coke baron, philip cochran. the whole estate was 785 acres!!!

the concert was very good. the dubs and the four townsmen really sounded great and

i've liked the jaggerz for years. johnny angel and the halos is a local group, very well known, but

the best thing about them(because they sound a little too "las vegasy" for my taste, sorry to all their many, many fans) is the addition of the guy from the marcels. i think his name is kenny mitchell. HE just rocked!!!

they had food booths set up. i of course, had dessert for dinner, warm homemade

apple pie with vanilla ice cream on top! EXCELLENT!!!!

so now i'm back, let the games begin...!!!!! ; )

Thursday, September 07, 2006


I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion Love is my religion
And I could die for that. I could die for you. ~ by John Keats ~
my sister collects blonde jokes. she's blonde so this is for her because of all the female blonde jokes out there...





The very first ever Blonde GUY joke.....

And well worth the wait !!!!


An Irishman, a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building. They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building." The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burritos again! If Iget burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too." The blonde opened his lunch and said, " Bologna again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too."The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death. The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too. The blonde guy opened ! his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.

At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, "If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!" The Mexican's wife also wept and said, "I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much."Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife. The blonde's wife said,


"Don't look at me. He makes his own lunch "
because i will be busy, busy tomorrow...


So this guy walks into the doctor's office with this big white duck on his head.
The doctor looks up and says, "Yes, sir, can I help you?"

And the duck says,"Yeah, can you get this guy off my butt?"

Wednesday, September 06, 2006


you bring


sandalwood and cedar
oak, ash and holly

amber jewels for my piercings
sunlight and birdsong

reds and golds
the scent of sweet leaves
burning throughout the soft dark.
happy 1 year anniversary to

http://sporkinthedrawer.blogspot.com/


another of my favorite political blogs!!!

must be the month for them.
mine was in july, 1 year, geezzzz! s




















a kiss for you all!






just a reminder, to those readers new to me
and my little blog:

this is more than just a lit blog, a poetry
thing. it's me, warts and all. i decided to
let people see what one poet looks like, acts like
and has to say about life and in time, maybe you
will see how some poems come about, the whys
and hows of them. i hope you will get to know
some of my fellow poets thru my posts ,as well
as my musician friends, performance artists and
some very bright and dedicated political bloggers
as well.
please know that i prize every single one of them
and you, those that read and comment
or write and those that just read and
go on their way. thanks to all of you. sherry
oh, it is the 2nd anniversary for another favorite blog
congrats to them and many more.





http://2politicaljunkies.blogspot.com/


















HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OL' FROTH

http://olfroth.blogspot.com/

his birthday is Saturday. i won't be around so
please, go on over and check out his blog,
it's a good one and he's a neat guy. thanks, sherry
the sun is breaking thru the fog.
so pretty.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

a little personal note here.
i found out this morning that my
dentist is retiring. god, he says he's 60
i would have NEVER guessed. i always thought
he was about 48/50 tops. anyway he says
he's retiring, has some health problems
related to when he served in vietnam in the infantry.
i am going to miss him like crazy. he not only was
an excellent and caring dentist
(and we all PRAY for one of those!)he IS a really nice person.
all of us will miss him and wish him the best.
“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary."


Kahlil Gibran

another dreary day.i did get a haircut tho.
that tends to make it a better day.
i hate when i start to resemble
moe from the 3 stooges!

Monday, September 04, 2006

the 2 winners of the "what inspires you?"
contest that i posted about earlier, are up at
chris's blog

http://christophertgeorge.blogspot.com/

take a look. they are very good. s


go watch the video from youtube at blue gal's place.
it is a good thing to watch today.
i think most will agree.









http://bgalrstate.blogspot.com/
LABOR DAY.


take a moment to think about all the changes
over the years and thank the unions. think of what your life
might be like had they not come into being. i know that had
the unions not come about my grandfather would NEVER have
made enough to improve his families life as time went on
or for my parent's finances to improve or for our family
to even consider the education that my daughter was able to
acquire. yes, we all, from my grandparents on thru the years
to my daughter had to sacrifice and plan well, but without the unions,
the betterment of each succeeding generation would never have been possible.

Sunday, September 03, 2006


sunday night, damp and cold.
tho i have memories to warm me
and a tiny hope that sparkles
in the darkest part of me.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

this day


silvered water
little rivers run
down glass shined grey


the shade blends
from one to another
weeping into a death pallor

over the city.




for mayor Bob O'Conner
1944 - 2006
here kitty, kitty


like a tom cat
you purr
stretched out sleek
then curl back in to me
to nuzzle and knead
a low growl
cat scratched
fever rages
red lines thread along
white skin.
it's been pouring rain here since last evening.
the grass is greening up but there is a flood
watch out for streams and creeks, not good!
coming home last night, there were places on the road
that had standing water so, me, being an overly cautious
( read phobic)driver, i'm going under the speed limit of 45
because i don't want to hit those low areas that i KNOW will be
covered in a few inches of standing water. so naturally i get
some ass in a big BIG SUV, high beaming me and tailgating
almost all the way home. he actually sort of fishtailed twice
because of his hitting the water. what an idiot! it's 11 p.m.
what was so freaking important that he had to tailgate cause i'm doing
40 instead of 45? just my rant! s

Friday, September 01, 2006

goodbye mayor bob. we will all miss you.
because this is beautifully drawn...




The Boxer (5:07) P. Simon, 1968


I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises All lies and jests Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low,
seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie...
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing
I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters
aren't bleeding me, Leading me, going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie...
i shut and latched all the windows last night.
a chill is in the air and the rain is soon to come.
i only hope it is not too much. tired of flooding.
truly, sick of it.
got a sweatshirt on and that's a sure sign it's sept!

hey boag, this one's for you. ; )

hope sara's reunion is a blast!
have fun!
september,prayers and wishes for the mayor.