All the lives I built and then tore down
I always thought you’d be around
to see me win, to lose, to fail
but then came storms of the harshest hail
that segregated your touch from mine
and now I pace, just wasting time
thinking of the hands I knew
thinking of how I’d feel brand new
every time I had reached you
Have you forgotten the promise you made?
Or do you think of me as your prettiest mistake?
You placed your bets, under influence of lust
then woke up one day, coughed from the dust
Have you had time to reassess?
Is this really for the best?
If you exist, but only in my chest
So, send me a letter
a few words is fine
spell out for me why you can’t be mine
don’t keep me guessing
don’t have me fretting
you’re not yet a memory
not worth forgetting
As seasons come and seasons go,
the leaves will fall and skies will snow.
With gentle rains, leaves re-appear;
then summer sun…another year.
And as the seasons come and go,
the years march by, age starts to show.
And as we age, we seek the truth,
and in the Autumn, long for youth.
As seasons come and seasons go
we reassess the things we know,
and reminisce of moments past
and all our memories amassed.
And as the seasons turn once more
we find new paths, new dreams in store.
Though winter chills, the heart still sings
for every end foretells a spring.
And as each season blooms anew
we treasure moments we’ve accrued;
we hold our grandkids to our breast
and thank the Lord, for we’ve been blessed.
December 11, 2025
Poem of the Day - December 12, 2025
Sharp questions make me reassess
my thinking’s illogical mess
Look at things a different way
False premises and conclusions slay
Hit me hard where it really hurts
Force me to animadvert
~ to reason, emotions convert
I walk from work a smile upon my face
a busy shift, 'Emergency' the place.
Where sick and injured come in through the door
and we are always ready to care for.
Alarms are sounding, monitors beep, beep,
all beds are full, and to their needs we leap.
Check vital signs, the temp, pulse, and BP
take blood, a urine test, an ECG.
Put in an I.V. Cannula I will
if veins are difficult, it takes some skill.
Next, take them to Xray to have a scan
or, if their bladder's full offer a pan.
For pain, give medication, reassess?
but if they vomit, I'll clean up their mess.
For patient comfort always tops the list,
and to ensure this happens I'll assist.
When cold, a nice warm blanket brings a smile
sometimes I'll hold their hand a little while.
With reassuring voice allay their fears,
if they're upset then wipe away their tears.
Write up my notes including all I've done,
hand over to the next nurse one by one.
The hours seem to quickly run away
and soon my shift is finished for the day.
I'll say goodbye to patients in my care
be glad, that on this day I have been there.
I walk from work a smile upon my face
A busy shift, Emergency the place.
feel like I'm in the twilight zone up in space and I'm all alone.
I cannot breathe I have no air screaming for help but there is no one there.
I can't see earth it is out of my view
I just keep floating what can I do
I am past the moon and I'm deep into
Space
The heat from the sun starts burning my face
I am looking for something that I will never find
Lost in forgotten spaces in the reassess of my mind
I must get back home what ever the cost
But I am floating in my own dark space
will I be forever lost
As I search the reassess of my mind
looking for something I left behind.
Doors are locked they won't let me in
What do they hide was it a sin?
I can not see as its dark as night
My inner fears I have to fight.
By only going forward will I go back
Do I give up or do I attack?
Life is a maze that you must walk through
I MUST WALK MY OWN MAZE AND SO MUST YOU...
Sleep deprivation body torn apart living with this constant pain is tearing me apart.
Crying out in anger crying out in sorrow topping up with painkillers
Hoping that I can sleep and be okay tomorrow.
I have physical scars that everyone can see scars of every kind
But the scars that hide away are the scars hiding in my mind.
I try to hide them all away in the reassess of my mind and hope that the night that comes will be a little kind.
But this just wishful thinking and I’m living in a dream the pain that is haunting me only lets out a silent scream.
So I will face the days ahead and suffer this with my pain
Looking for a miracle cure so I my sleep again.
Most of my car wrecks have changed me
For the better
They make me reassess my journey
Probably because I usually expect to die
But I never have …..
I have had three big ones
Each time I thanked God for my life
And told Him I was ready to come home
He let me down all three times
Showing me I have more to do
Each of the three times
I changed courses
Realizing I was not on my best path
All three times I found myself in a better place
More true to myself
And closer to Him
The Stress Of Dementia
Miracle Man
9/10/2024
Dementia see’s lives, go quickly downhill,
And tests the patience, of one giving care.
A condition uncured by some prescribed pill,
most responses are questions or blank stare.
I live each day consumed by this stress,
fed by a loved one who can’t understand.
Advanced years make it to late to reassess,
So we continue the situation found at hand.
Depression is a word I’ve oft heard used,
but nonetheless I feel favored just to be alive.
When one has dementia the other feels abused,
so i pray for stamina to fight and survive.
Sometimes, it is necessary
When under attack.
Whether or not mandatory,
Take a break - step back.
Often, we become sucked in
Within activity.
Resting is somewhat tucked in...
Leads to calamity.
Time and effort get away...
Start taking their toll.
Take a step back - in this way,
You will regain control.
Otherwise, it will be forced
Upon you - feeling tired.
Designation of exhaust...
Refreshing is desired.
Not much of which is required
As you reassess.
Perspective can be acquired...
Some relief of stress.
When fatigue sets in and slack
Reveals other intrusions,
Make the choice of stepping back
To reach your best conclusions.
Thanksgiving is a great time to count our blessings
It’s a time when our hearts should soar…
as we sit back and think about…all the things we are thankful for…
A time to put aside, for a moment at least, our fears, anxieties, and stress
A time to look back on our life…to reevaluate…to reassess.
On this my 70th Thanksgiving…as the years continue to mount…
I find the list of the blessings in my life have gotten easier to count.
I’m healthy and I’m happy…and as thankful as can be…
to be surrounded by the affection of my friends and the love of my family…
And I’m thankful for the dreams I had…the old ones and the new…
for the failed dreams that led to other dreams…which eventually came true.
And I’m thankful how I’ve come to understand
In life….what is truly paramount...
when adding up my blessings...
Is knowing which blessings to count.
A lifetime grows by adding years
With sunny smiles or stormy tears-
They're nourished both by joys and fears.
For children, they approach with cheers!
As each new birthday soon appears
Each quickly stacks right up and steers
In teenage years challenging peers
With childhood days put in arrears.
How soon the years pick up their speed
Not knowing where the rest will lead.
Direction calls for plans to heed
As year by year changes the need
To reassess our lifetime creed
And make the best of every deed.
Until the last year's glory, feed
With thankfulness for each, indeed.
May 4, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: No 2 - Years
The offspring of a demonic creature and a mage
Attempting to stop doomsday predictions, judge:
In a dissent to paradise, the proper arm of doom
Such a young child is guided by his pastry loom.
Brought into the world from the hellish recess.
which he will twice reconsider and reassess!
a position of respect and honor in society.
He is emphatically worthy of godliness and piety!
Demons, skeletons, specters, and eidolons
Both holy and profane matters must be dealt on.
He is currently in office and is an honorable man.
shielded by the colossal force of his clan!
Both his wrap and cord might serve as storage.
to counteract his penchant for the dark judge.
not to recognize that they were unsuccessful.
He might instantly intend for the neck, dreadful!
Rasputin, Ogdru-Jahad, as well as Baba Yaga
It's a few of the evils he may face in this saga.
Alias of the fanciful hero Hellboy is Anung Rama,
who appeared across several eponymous enigmas.
Written: April 04, 2023
The Women of Hellboy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
This is all I am to you;
A girl child in need,
Sad and lonely seeking for comfort,
Bored and depressed waiting for company;
Poor and helpless searching for help,
Heart broken looking out for love,
Sick and weak trying to find a cure,
Soft and fragile and can be used at any time;
Quick to forgive and can be hurt as many times as possible
Kind and patient enough to tolerate all your nonsense;
Guilty over my innocence beseeching justice.
That is all I am to you,
But am I not more than that?
Is that all you see in me?
When you reassess me,
In and out,now and then,
Find more value in me,
That makes you say,
You love me.
We exploit her gifts, polluting, robbing.
Mother earth has a soul and we've
all heard her sobbing..
Too many species are now extinct.
We need to slow down, reassess, think..
Exxon, Shell, Chevron need new tools,
stop their reliance on our fossil fuels.
These companies must end their
greedy ambitions. They are responsible
for 71% of our global emissions..
We've known that it's coming.
Don't act perplexed.
We could be the next Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Man has been so blessed with this beautiful planet,
for goodness sakes, lets top taking her for grant it.
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