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Goals
I wasn’t raised with many choices
Chances I got almost none
This was not a disadvantage
Nor a memory I will shun
’Cause the absence of abundance
Kept me thankful and content
And I did not waste time dreaming
Of what life I could have spent
I was always in the moment
Made the best of what life dealt
And today I reap the blessings
Of the things under my belt
As I look back I am happy
There’s not much that I would change
For the goals I set before me
Are not far but within range
And I keep on looking forward
’Cause what’s done is in the past
Now I see that what is waiting
Is a beautiful forecast
I keep reaching, wishing, hoping
Ever busy, full of grit
And if still life may surprise me
Well, too bad, then so be it.
Wendy Nipas
I remember holding you,
ever so closely.
I remember loving you
ever so slowly.
I seem to have savored
the taste.
In my mind I often
retrace.
I can think of nothing but
that day.
You left me in a state
of disarray.
It seemed so damn easy
for you.
You went away
and withdrew.
My family up and
vanished.
In Your world I was
banished.
I was nothing more than
A pitstop.
You held my heart,
you let It drop.
I still deal with all
the damage.
You see I was left with
A disadvantage.
Three years later the smoke,
It is still thick.
That was a foul calculated
mean Trick.
I still feel it in every cell
of my body.
In my world, it's ice-cold
and foggy.
I now see that you
Never Loved me.
To your lock, I was
A temporary key.
Turbo1904 ?
Dawn ! It breaks! A new born day
I hope there is a change in any sort of way
The sun it peaks through the puffy white clouds
As I sit and visualize - to see clearly
That my day I cherish ever so dearly
Deep in my hear - I hope I see imagery
Flattering through my brain! In my eyes
And promises I keep - I try to reach the skies
Yet indeed! Through the night I dream
And awake I see true colors of reality
That running through my soul - I gleam
With feelings towards my responsibility
A new day truly challenging it may then seem
I can never find the happiness deep inside me
It' all about you! Complicating my day
Dysfunctional - you sure did shine
Today I challenge myself to overcome you
I see the beauty in my soul - permeates
It's deep inside - and beauteous thoughts
This in my deep set heart , still then creates
The words that come to mind - reflect
Down on my personality , it is the key
I'm breaking with the crack of dawn, a mood
You're a disadvantage in my heart
My skills I portray , my mind it may smooth
And my pen - strokes like that of the brush
As I put my mind to the test and color with hue
My art I put in words each born new day
Yet I still reach very few - must it be
That the darkness of the clouds shined down on me
As the sun peaks through, I'll cherish each thought
My mind thinks clearly and yet not distraught
I color my world with the pen, remembering when
I dreamed, I dream each born new day
And imagery, I see this in my mind today.
Words they intrigue me, pun ? Do I see?
I'm working with the sun in my eyes, with me.
We are both at our peak, Then I speak!
The phone rang early in the morning waking me from a sound sleep,
The hospital called to say that Gramma had gone into a coma deep,
I’ll get dressed and come to the hospital right away to sit by her side
The nurse said don’t bother, she won’t know you, and alone she died.
...and the door opened, from deep within, something stirred inside.
Excruciating pain happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere,
What is this, I am only fifteen, it gave me the biggest scare,
You have stones the surgeon said, it is a gallbladder attack,
Had major surgery at a young age and I never looked back.
...and the door opened, from deep within, my life began to get on track.
After two heart attacks that left you with only 20 percent cardiac function,
In a wheelchair from rheumatoid arthritis, your life was now at a junction,
Caring for you at home was no longer an option, we could not manage,
Dying in the nursing home, a private room was their offered advantage.
...and the door opened, from deep within, I had to right this disadvantage.
Your mind slipping, caring for yourself was something you no longer knew,
With complete guilt, the admission to a nursing home was all I could do,
Eyes vacant starring off in space, you didn’t know me or any other guest,
Maybe it was self-preservation that protected you from this place, it was best.
...and the door opened, from deep within, I tried to continue on my quest.
After this, I took early retirement but feeling I still have more to give,
Quietly I listen to your last story as you work hard to continue to live.
Sitting with you while your wife goes out, I tenderly hold your hand,
For no one should every feel alone or abandoned, in this our caring land.
....and the door opened, from deep within, being a nurse is all I understand.
Written September 30, 2011
For Paula Swanson's contest
Opened doors
Won 5th place
I’ve written about the day before Christmas…then added Christmas Day into the mix…
So it only seems appropriate that I write about December 26.
So…happy day after Christmas…like Christmas it’s a day that can enchant and captivate…but it has the disadvantage of arriving one day late.
December 26 knows it could be a day more people would adore…
If only it showed up a little earlier…if it had arrived one day before.
(Not to make light of Boxing Day or the Feast of St. Stephen…which on the 26th are on display…ill-fated,, however, to be celebrated in the shadow of Christmas Day.)
Yes I’m afraid December 26th if destined forever to be cursed…
with the relative obscurity of the day that follows January 1st.
So today I celebrate all those days who just because of their one-day lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
We remember the first man on the moon…how Neil Armstrong led the way…
while the second Buzz Aldrin, is as remembered as they day after Valentine’s day
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest one cold and fateful day
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him on his way?
Mt. Everest it’s the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th day of July.
Amelia Earhart was the first to fly across the Atlantic Ocean…at her many accolades were hurled…but did you know the second, Geraldine Mock..actually made it all the way around the world?
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be a footnote in history…like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds, from January to December
some days, like people are destined for greatness…while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and days after deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your chin up December 26th, today is your day to shine…
after all you could show up only every 4years…like February 29.
I bet the intelligent people see us as apes
Just a bunch of baboons always making mistakes
Some people think it takes character to be fake
I look at those people and think “brain of an ape”
Some take the advantage and get what they get
When it’s their disadvantage they get really upset
Most people fail to see a second perspective
They can only see one and they can’t be corrected
Those inflated egos seem to go with delusion
Crap at everything it’s a fact for refusing
The kindest individuals always the ones getting used
They are so very friendly they allow themselves too
The dominant people have the least to offer
except dominance... what if they meet one another
that’s when you see evolution has many levels
the medieval still with us thinking they deserve medals
Some people are jokers they want you to laugh
it opens the door they get poked fun at for that
I used to think happiness was something contagious
I now know it makes people bitter and heinous
Most fall in love with someone not in love
Hate being together but splitting up is too tough
Top politicians are the biggest suck ups
how else would they ever get that far up
Sometimes I can’t sleep so I see what’s flowing
my brain half asleep I say it’s not a bad poem
December 9 Scripture Meditations Based on James 3-5
Key Verse – James 3:17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME YOUR WISDOM
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without defilement
But pure along sanctification’s fulfillment
Truly cleansing me from worldliness-detriment
For my soul’s eternal settlement.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without turmoil
But peaceable along serenity’s toil
Truly refreshing me from weariness-spoil
For my salvation’s joyful oil.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without rudeness
But gentle along compassion’s kindness
Truly forgiving me from iniquity-sinfulness
For my testimony’s blissful brightness.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without terror
But merciful along entreaty’s fervor
Truly upholding me from apathy-dishonor
For my prayerfulness’ dedicated ardor.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without damage
But fruit along fruitfulness’ package
Truly blessing me from curse-disadvantage
For my stewardship’s faithful courage.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without partiality
But pure along justice’s authority
Truly leading me from misconception-falsity
For my choices’ righteous priority.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without hypocrisy
But honest along truth’s supremacy
Truly enlightening me from ignorance-secrecy
For my character’s virtuous persistency.
December 9, 2022
Writers are like painters
who define the deepest emotions
by reflecting on the human condition;
it's a burst of inspiration
which can't give an explanation,
or expect definite answers!
Writers posses that magic key...
to unlock each forgotten,scorned
or revered feeling and reveal it
with stimulating sentiment;
and if they are hesitant or afraid
to make everything known...
they'll be compared to cowards
who confine, alter or hide,with implicity,
their identity for the fear of prejudice,
or because of a tainted reputation!
Writers possess that magic key,
more than the greatest composers...
creating sumptuous melodies;
our words are immortal as their works,
but they can be read aloud
and be pleasant to the ears:
however tragic, delightful,sad,
funny, or happy they may be!
Writers are able to turn
every story into a memorable one,
those lines into extraordinary verse...
however sober or humorous,
and all songs to withstand time;
we'll be gone, but they will live on!
Writers possess that magic key,
and we are fortunate enough to use it
to our advantage or someone's disadvantage;
we can cause much turmoil, joy,
inspiring awe or unexplainable rage over it...
and effect every heart in innumerable ways!
how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?
too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?
there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?
ME BEING A GROWN-UP
Every day my life was changing
I didn't realize how fast it was happening
Sometimes I wonder where all the time go
It seems like I was a child not so long ago
In this life, I was always so busy
Growing up in the big city
It seemed in my life I was always trying to catch up
But it seemed like it was always hard to make the big buck
My life always seemed to be hard to manage
It always felt like I was at a disadvantage
As I grow older I ask myself when will this life end
Or is there a way it could be extended
I always knew I had a great family on this journey
But getting older I still have to worry
Being a grown-up has finally arrived
And I went through my childhood and I did survive