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To see a sunny sky
To hear a baby cry
For a glimpse of daylight
And a soft kiss at midnight
For a cool drink of water
And a smile from my daughter
To have the blues on the run
And to get a hug from my son
On and on there is so much more
For the stars up above
To have someone to love
To have my income tax filed
To see the eyes of a child
To have some coffee or tea
And the chance to be free
For a roller coaster ride
To watch the evening tide
These are things I'm thankful for
To ride a passenger train
And to stand out in the rain
To take a long summer's walk
Sit on the back porch and talk
To put a puzzle in place
And feel an angel's embrace
To build a bridge that won't burn
And watch a soldier's return
The list goes on, there is so much more
To attend county fairs
And to say evening prayers
To see the first robin in spring
And listen to a bluebird sing
To climb a mountain, stand and wonder
See the lightning, hear the thunder
To start everyday anew
And know that I have you
These are things I'm thankful for.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!
Emptiness is hatefulness
I once was hateful
Learn to let go of your hate
Just imagine this
A little rat in a lab did sit
He was the test subject for hypertensive disease
Well the blood pressure cuff was too tight too please
All he could think of all day
Was how he could get away
Knowing that very soon
The cuff would balloon
The more he thought about that cuff
The more his blood pressure would go up
The lab team could not understand
What could be wrong with this little man(rat)
Then they thought that he needs to play
So they placed him in a swimming tray
Now he was afraid he would drown
So on his face was a terrible frown
the art of doing nothing
takes precedence over
the art of domestic engineering
if marriage is not present
in other words, I don't cook, clean, or do diapers
if I'm not married
By Susan J. Mills
I recall a legend once told
of rebel in the Civil War.
I was just only four years old
when mother portrayed ancient lore.
The man was a prisoner escapee
hiding from a Union patrol.
From a prison camp he did flee
to save his Confederate soul.
Convicted and found to have spied
chose our quaint farmhouse for his perch.
In the dark north room he did hide
from Union troops on a man search.
In the huge closet he wished to perish
by a noose made from a rope sash.
A harsh prison camp he did not cherish
and he had no will to be brash.
His dead corpse was never buried
but left hanging from rafter high.
His old bones years later were carried
to a relic graveyard nearby.
The cold north room was never used
by our immediate household.
Visitors did not seem amused
when tall tales started to unfold.
Round about mid-night we could hear
heavy boots coming up the stairs.
No doubt it put us all in fear
even raised some very fast prayers.
The apparition never revealed
nor did he anytime relate.
We just kept the cold north room sealed
and sold our delightful estate.
Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey
RECOGNIZING YOUR TRUE WORTH
The world is filled with turmoil
We see it all around
It's like a pot at full boil
Sin and strife abound
But when we seek out others
Who care just how we feel
We find that they're like brothers
They'll help the hurt to heal
When friends seem to betray us
We don't know where to turn
There's someone to sustain us
With the comfort for which we yearn
Don't ever feel unworthy
When you're in deep despair
The Comforter counts you worthy
So bring Him every care
Learn to trust intuition
It usually serves you right
You'll realize fruition
Of dreams within your sight
So build yourself up higher
Regain your self-esteem
And that which you desire
Will become real – and not a dream
Curtis Moorman
February 1999
I can taste the moon
Effervesces on my tongue
tickling my throat
Or is it more like
Oreo Cookie filling
So sweet and creamy
Marshmallow softness
Lite and airy as pillows
Sugar confection
I can taste the moon
In dreams where fantasy rules
It is possible
When we first met, I was
caring
sharing
loving
to you
After awhile together, you were
abusing
bruising
confusing
to me
Now that I'm alone, I am
groveling
cowering
cringing
to everyone
Blows that bruise the face
can heal without a trace
But words keep their ugly embrace
that time can never erase
Feeling worthless is a place
that takes real strength to ever out race.
Wake Up
What do you think about,
when you wake up?
Do you think about,
the step you will take
When you get out of bed?
Did you think about yesterday?
You wish you did something else instead.
Those words you never got to say.
You will try to tell them anyway.
If all the moments do not count.
Will you try to take them back?
In a way it may be too late you lost your day.
You let it all bundle in layers and stacks.
Without wondering,
if there will ever be a tomorrow.
Not realizing yesterday is gone.
Waking up to an empty shell,
Going off the deep end.
Living life like "oh well","oh well!"
With you, it's just another morning.
Not knowing how your day will begin.
Thinking I don't want to lose a moment,
With the one I love.
I want to wake up with a smile again.
Sleeping with a prayer to him above.
Always giving my day a very good end,
To wake up with so much love.
SKAT
He looked like a gypsy.
All brown curls and dark eyes,
small sparkling white teeth.
How could I resist him?
The heartbeats and goosebumps
girly giggling betrayed
Swept up by the funfair,
Bright lights and promises of
Dizzying, dazzling, delights,
eagerly I entered the tunnel.
It turned out dark and cold.
No nurturing light there.
Only a not-so-merry go-round
Undulating, building speed
Sickly, spiteful, stopped
The puzzle pieces
Of my complicated life
Never seem to fit
Play a song for me
My heart longs to be set free
Held captive so long
I am trying to be strong
Is the instrument all wrong?
This poem has no poet
It was created by an entity
That shares no heart
Empty is this poem
Devoid of all emotion
Plain & simply no plot
Silent it speaks
Talk of nothingness
And void of life
This poem has no poet
It's purely meaningless
Nobody will claim it
Russell Sivey
I’m sittin’ here hopin’ that you’ll come along
Been on my mind for so very long
Baby I just have to stare
You are the one
You’re all I care … about
See you from a distance not knowin’ what to say
Missed so many chances it’s why I am this way
Chorus
I can’t go on this way
No more walkin’ away
I’m sayin’ what I have to say
On the chance that you’ll stay
Each time before I wanted more
No more for me to say
I can’t go on this way
No more walkin’ away
Seems I’m on the road most all the time
Be a rich man if for each mile I had a dime
I smile seeing she wants me to say hello
I start and soon her smile says let’s go
Why’d I make it so hard to try to make you mine
I want this conversation to last a whole lifetime
Chorus
I can’t go on this way
No more walkin’ away
I’m sayin’ what I have to say
On the chance that you’ll stay
Each time before I wanted more
No more for me to say
I can’t go on this way
No more walkin’ away
I can’t go on this way
No more walkin’ away
Scared I’m Losing it.
I don’t know what to do my mind so busy things are getting confused. I can’t remember things I’ve been doing or numbers that haven’t changed. I’m catching moments of confusion finding things; Popsicle melted on the counter.
I can’t sleep at night. No matter how tired, sleep eludes me! I can hardly stand myself. I beg God to help me before I lose it.
I think others notice something wrong. Crying, terrified I can’t hold it together much longer. Fear and panic taking over; what to do, I’m so alone! My heart heavy and my mind confused now a place of insecurities and unsafe moments!
Scared I’m losing it; living in fear as panic hovers, in the blink of an eye I could lose touch with reality. Forgetting where I’m going, what I’m doing; filled with fear; the panicky feeling just below the surface tells me I’m close!
This, I feared all my life! I did reality checks and watched for warning signs. My Fear’s now coming true. Trying to deal with stress isn’t working.
I tried to be a good person, doing the best I could. I needed a strong person to lean on loving me no matter what; always putting me first. Having me to trust and rely on my heart was empty. My secrets and dreams I kept, unable to share. My doubts and fears mine alone!
At times the pain unbearable, my mind explored beautiful places. My guardian angel and to God I talked. My fish; I told my worries.
Scared I’m losing it, I pray as my fears become known and I drown in tears; people will try to understand. I thought I had a method to my madness; however I guess it was just pure madness!
Debbie Knapp
10-11-11
high heeled feris wheel riders,
cackling as if their tails were afire
red mouths agape-screetching at stars
stars whisperin back
round and round spinning to black
rouged rough riders seduced,
stumbling from buckets
into the sequined arms of night...
rank bargain beer flows,
the cut-offs and halter tops glow
everything becomes a knife in a side show...
the tacky and raspy the crooked floor games,
strong man lifting balloons above a puffy sad face,
nothing is classy but the two-headed snake.
Home from the pink, dill pickled fog
somewhere between the loins and the brain
the ferris wheel stopped
the ferris wheel stopped