Stories * Memories * Insights
31 Dec 2013 3 Comments
in Poetry Tags: New Year, passing of time, poetry, Y2K
Remember Y2K?
Seems it was just a few months ago
That I was shopping
For extra toilet paper
That’s all I got
To prepare for the end of the world
Or, rather, the end of everything
Dependent on computers
Some thought the rollover
Wouldn’t happen
That we’d be forever stuck on 1999
Or thrown back to 01/01/1000
But time marched on
As it always does
And my babies are
No longer two and three
But rather 16 and 17
And I’ve got things
Besides extra toilet paper
On my mind
Remember Y2K?
17 Dec 2013 2 Comments
in Reblog Tags: Cory Booker, healing, poetry
On the other side of hurt is healing
On the other side of darkness is discovery
On the other side of trial is triumph
On the other side of grief is growth
On the other side of pain is possibility
On the other side of loss are lessons
On the other side of wounds is wisdom
On the other side of failure is fortitude
On the other side of crying is courage
On the other side of mistakes is maturity
Never give up and you will never be denied
No matter what the challenges forge ahead to the other side.
Written by Cory Booker, former Mayor of Newark, current U.S. Senator, and POET. I love this man’s poetry and decided to share one of my favorites.
14 Nov 2013 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Creative writing, poetry
howdee
at work
kinda cold
not like your cold
been golfing a bunch
vacation coming up
prolly not gonna do much
nan isnt getting around any better
hows things w you
hello
at home
noticed u have been abnormally quiet
cept fer yer creative writing
which needs no commending
crazy warm for November
u shood b making money w that
hey you’re getting in the middle of my poem
ok
sorry
but not like your warm
lol
been writing a bunch
poetry becomes u
noticed
weekend coming up
going camping, hiking, running, riding
you are?
all in one trip
jim’s got some time after months of working every day
and that’s how things are with me
ahhhhh
well they sound very good
happiness becomes u as well
Maybe I’ll combine all of our mixed up lines and see how the poem turns out
do that
but dont blame me when it sux
It’s poetry, it can’t suck.
I will type up the poem after you go away, so that you don’t ruin it with your interjections.
Although your interjections made it what it will be.
How ironic is that??
k
out
chicky
Guess I kicked you out.
you are irony in prose
yes u did
i hate standing in the way of
creativity
then move it
move along now
09 Oct 2013 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Anonymity, colleague, coming home, companion, getting away, home, me, mom, poetry, responsibility, teacher, vacation
Step
Across the threshold
Through the door
Back to reality.
I’ve been away
For just a day
To a place
Where I am me.
No obligations
Nor expectations
Commitment
And agenda free.
Here I am mom,
Teacher, colleague,
Companion, neighbor,
Friend.
But what am I
If none of these?
Anonymous,
I contend.
And
So I step
Through this door
Back to reality.
Back to the place
Where I am known
Where I am known
As me.
A String of Pearls 