An Ordinary Tuesday
An ordinary Tuesday
Alarm clocks wake sleepy heads
Breakfasts eaten in a hurry
People rushing to get to work
Traffic jams, buses running late
Flights to catch, flights delayed
Children entering their classrooms
Teachers ready to face another day
Moms having another cup of coffee
Errands to be run, meals to be planned
Lunch dates to be arranged
Just an ordinary Tuesday
The sun in a cloudless blue sky
A hint of autumn in the air
Trees thinking about shedding their leaves
Birds on their migratory journeys
Squirrls and chipmunks scampering
To find the first acorns
Just an ordinary Tuesday
Firemen,EMTS, policemen
Doctors, nurses, and ordinary people
go about their day
A President listens to second graders
reading their favorite books
Just an ordinary Tuesday
until the world changed
Evil roared to life
on that ordinary Tuesday
Stealing lives,stealing calm
Stealing the peace we all knew
But on that ordinary Tuesday
As the world shed its tears
Our country came together
And pledged to never forget
That ordinary Tuesday morning
When the world changed
In the quiet creases of your wallet,
Among bills and borrowed time
you carry a moment of me
A photograph turned talisman
Tucked away with ur metro card....
folded between everyday storms
and small sunlit errands.
I wonder, if he knows
Those pictures arent just paper to me,
it is a relic of our almost-forever,
A forever that brushed past us and kept going
Like I am the bookmark
in the unfinished novel of us,
I wonder…
when he pays for tea
does the shopkeeper notice
how his fingers lingers a second longer
And he pauses for a heartbeat
Right over the pocket
Where my picture lives
And though the photograph is still,
the story is breathing
paused, yet not ended
waiting for the day
he no longer needs ink and paper
to remember
how much I mean to him.
~Nilashree
Sometimes weekends are the hardest
because I have time to think
and run errands and often go places
that I went with my boy
and it stands out to me he is no longer here
which is often followed by tears
Tears are not bad,
they are part of the healing process
but being a bundle of emotions is exhausting
and it is hard to get things accomplished
when the tears take over
But weekends are sometimes restless instead of restful
Nothing is the same since my son died
I have changed, my life has changed,
my job has changed, everything is different
yet, still the same in the hard ways
Thankfully, I have a tribe that helps when I
need them, and the flow of words help
Sometimes I wonder if life will get easier as
time marches on, and some days are easier
but there are still a lot of struggle days
I am hoping that those will get fewer and farther
between, but I think that life will always be hard
but maybe it will get easier to handle
I call myself a word girl, because words touch me
in many different ways, but memories is the biggest one
It is very interesting the tidbits of information
that your mind will hold from yesterday
Songs, poems, quotes, commercials, and catch phrases
can all take you back in time at a moment's notice
I like to listen to the classic rock station in
my car for just that reason, an old favorite
will put a smile on my face, not just for the
familiar lyrics, but for the memories it invokes
I often respond to my cat's pleas for more food
with the Meow mix commerical's theme song,
and he looks at me like I've lost my mind
My nephew also thought I was odd when I started
singing "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is"
after a family member handed me some alka seltzer
for an upset stomach
So, I think I will "ride like the wind" and do my errands
for the day because "Life is a journey, not a destination"
His clothes are on my back
my word is in his head
you thought you felt him move to the other side of the bed
When he tells you his busy, drowning in overtime
well my room is his new office and your lips have become mine
You say it’s been a while and you don’t know where he’s been
perhaps he is just busy, seeing things he’s never seen
You’ll find us in the darkness
tracing over each white lie
you should hear the truth and all his reasons why
he’s meeting them for coffee, running errands, got dinner plans
and you just believe him, ice melting in his hand
I suppose I could be courteous and sit you down face to face
but he’s coming over and I’ve picked out my best lace
I know you’re not an angel
you lost that halo long a go
I don’t think you could fathom
just how much I know
So I better go, get ready
I wouldn’t wait up late
he’ll be kept busy
he has a lot on his plate
I know you’re still reading, I know you are a fan
Sincerely,
His only man
Mama, I’ve finally met an honest man
He says he’s full of faults
He admits no way he can
NOT keep his lusting eyes off my body, and
figures I can’t possibly be interested in him…
And mama, he works two jobs while
taking care of his invalid parents
when they sleep, he runs errands
O, mama, I’ve fallen in love so madly
I want to give myself to him so badly
Don’t be fooled, dear. You’re just glad he
kind of reminds you of your last daddy
who, you may remember
~ they hauled away in a paddy*
______________________
*as in 'paddy-wagon'
in midtown, twin clock towers chime.
their peal resembling tumbling coins.
procrastination, now a crime,
consummate idleness purloins.
youth may clutch her bottled seconds
to transact on a rainy day.
she addresses urgent errands.
handsome faces gallop away.
i've seen my own spring and wither
between these effortless minutes.
cherished vanity's coy sliver,
wasteful without observed limits.
i'm liquor-free and off-caffeine,
walking in sunlight on cool grass.
crunch my vegetables, staying lean,
extra sands upon the hourglass.
lost my rosaries. almanacs!
are charming nooses, rave and posh
pocket planners build sky-high stacks.
moments have no spares, cut the bosh.
shouldn't spend my flowers wantonly,
chastising walls, scaling degrees.
there's never enough time, truly
to claim wealth from its poverty.
It was a week ago that I was out last, because my daughter and I went out to
run errands and eat lunch together. How the trees and other scenery have changed in just
one week. The Bradford blooming pear trees are in full array, some reblooming Irises were
gorgeous in their purple dresses reminding me of Easter. My husband would have been de-
lighted to be planting early things like potatoes, onions, cabbages, and turnips in the garden.
My daughter and I enjoyed the warmth and a nice meal. Then we returned home. Upon seeing
my front yard, I immediately know that my husband would have already got the lawn mower
running and would have cut the yard where now a....
profusion
lavender beauty....
henbit blooms
He used to shine, the life of every room,
Sports car gleaming, he'd chase away the gloom.
Took us to places we never could dream,
Laughter and joy, we were part of the scene.
We'd race down the road, music up loud,
Living our best lives, feeling so proud.
He’d teach us the ropes, we’d laugh and we’d play,
But something’s changed, that was yesterday.
Now, I see him tired, with no smile in sight,
Chasing his days from morning to night.
His car’s parked now, dust on the hood,
He’s lost in the errands, doing what he could.
No longer the cousin who’d light up our world,
Now just a shadow, his joy unfurled.
Marriage is a chain that holds him tight,
No more fun, no more carefree nights.
He runs around, a slave to her need,
Chasing her dreams, planting the seed.
The man I knew is fading away,
Lost in the grind, day by day.
Where’s the man who once knew how to live?
Now he’s just tired, with nothing to give.
Marriage changed him, and it’s hard to see,
The man he was, is no longer free
This pain is excruciating
Although I’m physically-sound
Consumed by your presence
Even when you’re not around
I admit that your absence
Almost took me down
Any time I run errands
I can see you out
I must have seen your ghost
When I seen you in the crowd
You took me on a foot chase
Although I never found you
I thought I heard your voice
And that little sound you make
When you get excited
I hate the constant let down
But your remembrance; I like it
You were in our favorite eatery
When I was passing by
I spun the black and parked
But you were gone by the time
That I made it to your booth
I sat down, looked to the sky
Asked God why he was punishing me
The smell of your perfume was his reply
Tortured by your absence
But blessed for the memories
Overall, a man broken
Because you’re not here with me
Oh my gosh where is the sun
It’s cold as North Pole today
My nose runs this is no fun
They’re calling for sleet they say
I drank myself a peach hot tea
It was warm traveling down
My throat so cold with chilly feet
Abandoning my errands in town
Was gonna go grocery shop
But cancel that today buddy
Venture outside I will not
Slow cooker beans in the cubby
Days like this I feel for kids
Walking to school even if delayed
For Old Man Winter has a trick
Throwing frozen fog in the way
Please watch out for the buses
School kids will be crossing the street
Jack Frost talks and he cusses
If you ever had frost bitten feet
I’m a North Carolina native lady
Deep in the Bible Belt
Hoping that all stay warm and maybe
You can visit after the melt
It's my day off I should be chillin'
My mind and body are not willin'
To relax because they need
To do chores so I can see
All my errands are about
Getting done as I lounge out
An ethical poem
A big crow and a sparrow that had painted itself
In the colour of a big bird to look masterful, they became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief that they could
Take on the elderly eagle and its brood.
A virtuoso war, a million other birds killed, who only happened
to be flying on peaceful errands.
The Sahara became rubicund from a distance, looking like a carpet
for kings and potentates.
From Eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend
to get the big crow and the preening sparrow off their territory.
The crow flew home, and the sparrow took a bath to look common.
It did not help the sparrow; it had done the crow´s bidding,
was shunned, and had to fly from suburban gardens to another
and sleepless sit under a bush.
messages embedded in ornery places
hidden behind stockades of braces
smuggled into enemy territory
theirs, no errands of vainglory
hard-bitten pros, war-wise, discreet
MIA ~ memories of peacetime sweet
I walk into church, a sense of calm I feel, I’m safe here, thus is my home, as I sit down in the pew, I kneel down at your feet, I bow my head to you Jesus, can you hear me?
So many of your children too are coming forth,
we all need to give you our heart, it’s been a week of ups and downs, so many errands to run, kids activities going to and fro, but here we are before you, to circle around your altar, it feels as though we were never apart.
Jesus our beloved Savior, our confidant, my Father I never knew I had, do you remember me from birth, you created me in your liking, you were my right hand, my crutch when I was down.
Jesus, I’m here to unload my heart, in tears as I pray to you, already my sins, my anguish my worries you’ve seen in my heart, it’s only been 54 years, I’m here my Savior to say a simple “thank you” for my blessings, my home, my kids, my husband, with whom you brought into my life, I’m beyond blessed to be his wife.
I’m here Jesus, I ask only one thing of you, “ Give my beloved mom a big embrace for me, she is home with You Jesus, oh what a beautiful sight that must be.
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