You Must Be My Love
You must be my love,
I dream about you every morning,
As the cracks of sun peel open
My eyes. I kiss you goodbye, until
Later, when we shall be together again.
You must be my love,
I day dream about you every noon,
Staring at the bulletin board as
It turns into the newspaper you’re
Reading, your face smiling, ever
Smiling, as I return to work.
You must be my love,
I dream about you every night.
As the moon beams caress my
Forehead, keeping me calm, I
Sense you are near, ever present.
You must be my love,
I dream about you every chance I get.
When you are not near you are
In my dreams, keeping me
Wishing for the next time
We will be together.
Created 14 Jun 1997
There was an old lady who wore an old shawl,
knitted it herself with wool bought at the mall.
Now old and ragged, Granddaughter Pennie thought
my friends and I could knit a new one, and we ought!
Two friends agreed, but it will be a big job.
We need two more, maybe we should “lob”
Put on the bulletin board, no one signed.
Then, on a church pew, accidently left behind.
Pastor Jim told Pennie's mom: I know two who knit;
one is black, one Chinese; won't be a problem, will it?
Pennie's mom, Mary, said: my mom's thinking is old hat.
Maybe we won't tell her til it's knitted, how's that?
So, the four girls got together and knitted away,
forming friendships that last even to this day.
Grandma knitted with them, said they were all cute.
Thinking can change for we're all from one root!
Color delights me, instantly glorifies joy and hope.
If I like it. I change my office at work when I get bored with it.
I am a giant kid.
And I know the kids that come in like new stuff too.
It also reminds me to give everyone a fresh start every single day.
Not easy, but it is a good reminder this is what I am striving to do.
I used to change out a giant bulletin board outside my office monthly. I made three D trees, unicorns, mermaids.I spent hours before and after school building it. The after school ladies kept saying how much they looked forward to it. I loved that!
For one hundred and eight months, it was my bulletin board. A new principal assigned my bulletin board to someone else her first month with us.
It was a black board with no border for the entire year, nothing on it until March when it had a small poster stapled in the middle of it.
People were confused. What happened? Why had I let this happen?
I told them. None were surprised. The after school ladies and I were the
First ones to beg to be at other schools at the end of that year.
A boss with no color is no boss for us.
Hello!
Yes, I got your number from my sister.
She got it from the bulletin board at the “Stop, Shop and Save-a-lot”
I’m calling about the ad for “cleaning lady needed”
I have a couple of questions.
How many bathrooms are in the home?
I have a problem holding water. I don’t mean like, in a bucket!
I mean holding my water. When I have to go, I need a bathroom close by.
But, don’t worry, if I make wet, I’ll clean it up good, and you’d never know it.
On my last job, there were three facilities and that worked out great, except for the time
the grandbaby stuffed a tomato in the upstairs toilet and the water overflowed.
It leaked all the way down to the first floor; I felt it dripping on my head.
Boy, I cleaned that up fast, didn’t want them to blame it on me!
What’s that you say?
You didn’t post an ad to the board?
Well, could you put me through the family who did?
And hurry - I gotta go!
Thank you
Dedicated to my favorite cleaning lady, Evelyn!!!
We wave good bye now
Yellow paper hearts
staple gunned to the bulletin board
flapping in the fan breeze
She nods at her work
The chalkboard washed and dried
And with gnashing teeth
One by one those staples pried from their chest board
breaking, tearing the delicate paper-thin poems
One by one they break her hearts
On the desks, the apples molded
Like she did them
From seeds of wisdom she watched
their minds ripen
Above my burdened desk hangs my bulletin board..
I think I must try make time to get a bigger one soon.
My busy life has crowded this one so much,
I can't find what I had just posted there yesterday.
I love this board, it looks like a giant brown apple,
outlined in red , so ripe in the bounty of my life.
A school picture of the apple of my aging eyes,
my oldest grandson, dangles from the apple stem.
Little ones peek through reminders, an unpaid bill,
Thank you cards and a dental appt., now there's a thrill!
The corner of my favorite card juts out behind a recipe ..
The card is a picture of two dinosaurs on the bank..
watching the ark sail away..one says to the other.
" Oh crap! Was that today?, the inside is still blank."
A calendar tells me what the rest of the month holds.
This collage of my life is a pleasure in my day.
Maybe I wont get a bigger one after all...
10/ 13/13
Posting Personal Information Online
By Elton Camp
What facts would you share if you meet
Some unknown person out on the street?
Your interests, work, home & vacation plans
Would you place into his outstretched hands?
Yet, such information posted to a social site
Can be, to one who wants to harm us, a delight
How private will such material actually be?
How can we know who may come to see?
If you wouldn’t put it onto a public bulletin board
Releasing the material online is sure to be abhorred
The reader may be a swindler or a sex pervert
Who will use the things we post to our hurt
So just simply ignore this advice if you will
But be aware that some crook it may so thrill
black coffee in the sea,
with a thermos for a light house
reading house blend.
granular earth in the bread,
or at least in the pastry window
next to the register.
vegetarians sitting at tables in
a coffee shop parallel to a bookshelf
and a row of abstract paintings.
i could go over there for a little bit.
maybe make some light conversation and
talk about the weather.
or sit quietly by myself and do a mental
handwriting analysis of the barista's chalk board.
maybe look at all the polaroids of the regulars
and think about what i would wear if i was a regular.
still one space left, still a chance for me
to reach my southeast portland coffee house
bulletin board nirvana.
there i would remain tacked up on the wall for awhile,
a plad wearing black coffee drinking herbivore.
calm as can be in criss crossed shades
of blue and green.
Life has a way of changing your perspective
Because most of us know what we want
Most look for the definites
Whereas I, on the other hand,
Am wishing only for the possibility
Wanting only the chance of opportunity
While everyone wants to be world renowned
I only want the chance to have a stage
While everyone wants to be rich and wealthy
I only want the chance of a lifetime
So many others want to be cool
I just wish I have the chance to be myself
And no one wants to be a bum
But I long for the opportunity of struggle
They all want their face on a screen
I’m looking forward to the chance on a postcard
Millions want their names in lights
I hope I get chance for a bulletin board
Everybody wants to be in the love
I can settle for the chance to be a fling
And while every, single, one wants to be your one and only
I’m wishing for the possibility of rejection
The Lifer
Eye feel so sorry for someone that cares for only work and cannot have a little fun
it seems so sad to me they cannot use the world to live or love but robot only
seems to me a fate as worse as any death has come to those in work zones he
looked for all the world a sad sad man when he said there is only work related
things allowed on his bulletin board in the work zone land. He has helped me
many times but now he told me with his eyes that eye am just a cipher in his life
he died when he signed up for cash a lifer stuck upon the number given him
when job was given name a number in the zone a lifeless thing a lifer come to
stay how many gentle readers have the number or the name just like the lifer
man the game is god the thing is done now no new information in the lifer zone
allowed. No Soul.
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