I tackled a project I’ve avoided for a year
creepy hiding mice was my fear.
I never take on a project in a teensy, tiny toe-tasting way
As expected, after getting started, this took most of my day
I would love to say that I was able to conquer the entire pile
Lying about this would be easy to see by my crooked smile
I was inspired by the progress to think about taking it on again tomorrow
It is less daunting now, does not bring me half as much sorrow
Thinking of the disgust of my children if I were to unexpectedly die
Kept me throwing away junk until my trash pile hit the sky
I raised one neatnik and two hoarder daughters with piles of their own
I have already lost three dogs and a cat, this mess has way overgrown
Also inspiring me was the fact that my retirement can be a bore.
Watching TV in a recliner means my slippered feet rarely hit the floor
I wanted a project, something new and different to do.
Sorting out this junk and throwing was long overdue.
In this season of my life,
I feel like I am constantly
reinventing myself
Since I reached and passed
the age of 55,
I have changed careers,
went back to work full time
I have tackled writing poetry
what next, shall I write a book?
My youngest son passed away,
so I am trying to figure out how
to be a mother to someone no
longer on earth. I have SO MUCH
nurturing left in me, where should it go?
Today I am interested in yoga,
tomorrow it might be tai chi.
There is still time left in my life,
so I get to figure out who I want to be.
The first encounter, a jittery state,
I was a whirlwind of nerves for a pivotal date.
He messaged and reached out, a gentle touch,
making me feel like I mattered so much.
In the heat of his day, I was Number One,
the spark of a romance had finally begun.
We sat for a meal, the mood was just right,
with pasta Carbonara—my purest delight.
But then came the horror, a tragic display:
he tackled his pizza the "gentleman" way.
With a fork and a knife, he sliced every piece,
I prayed for the soul of that pizza to cease.
Despite the sad cutlery, humour was there,
a funny, sweet energy filled up the air.
When he leaned in to kiss me, the world fell away,
a "treasured and seen" kind of magic, I’d say.
I felt truly valued, a feeling so rare,
like every soft word was a gift or a prayer.
The night reached its end near the parking lot light,
and his chivalry seemed to have taken a flight.
He stood by the door with a wave and a grin,
while I looked at my car and the darkness within.
"You’re walking me there!" I asserted with pride,
and he marched to my door, right there by my side.
To my Quarterback,
We are first round draft picks, starters, ready to get off the bench and begin a new season.
We have tackled many problems in our lives and in our previous relationships, but we will not penalize each other from what happened in the past. Yes, there were some fouls in our past, some incomplete passes and some unnecessary roughness, but we don’t have to put our guards up for defense. This time around, we both are on offense.
The difference this time is that God is our Coach.
Therefore, there will be no blocked kicks, no onside kicks, no running offside, no personal fouls, no pass interference and no substitutes.
You threw the perfect pass (your heart), and no one was around, which left me wide open to receive it. I caught it and secured it gracefully.
I wasn’t going to fumble this one. I ran it in and that day we scored a touchdown.
You sweetheart are indeed a perfect catch.
You and I together are now on our way to the Championship, for we are undefeated!
Love Always,
Your Wide Receiver
They kept finding different ways to lynch us
Oh we're still spectacles
They just watch from their smartphones
Watching as we struggle
Watching us be tackled
They don't see us as victims
Just waiting for a pundit
To say we deserve it
Let's not forget about the 13th ammendment
Instead of being slaves they just entered our names in the system
As an excuse to reduce us to numbers
Instead of being slaves we were just labelled as criminals
Technically 'slavery' was abolished
So instead of being whipped
We were punished
With imprisonment
They just found a loophole
A different form of control
Don't get me started on the education system
A place where our history is hidden
A place of division
And preferential treatment
Of a certain race of students
They do it just enough
To remind us of our place in this institution
A constant reminder of how we will never fit in
All because our skin which triggers their racism
If you think racism has ended
Then you're choosing ignorance
You need to be educated
But us black people won't do it
Spent a couple hours
On a puzzle from The Times,
An activity I almost like
As much as making rhymes.
I do the crossword daily,
Since it’s there in each edition
And work on it until my solving’s
Come to its fruition.
Yet on Sunday, in the magazine,
Some other puzzles wait,
Where varied types on different weeks,
In print, will alternate.
I tackled the acrostic,
Which is challenging and cool.
I usually finish
With a few tries, as a rule.
But today I was determined
And kept at it ‘til I finished.
Supposedly, this will not let
My brain cells be diminished.
October 12 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 25-26
Key Verse – Matthew 25:13 Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENCOURAGING US
TO WATCH FOR HIS COMING
Praise be to God for encouraging us to
watch for His coming with His:
Assurance from the Scriptures
Awakening against sinfulness
Affirmation of our salvation
Abounding satisfaction
Acts never secretive
Matthew 25:34 Praise be to the Lord for
welcoming us to inherit His kingdom with:
Triumph through His Word
Thanksgiving for His worthy will
Trust to His warmth in our worship
Testimony of our toiling in His workmanship
Truthfulness that we tackled trials by His ways
Matthew 26:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
noticing good work wrought upon Him with our:
Honesty for His honour
Happiness hoisted by hope
Holiness despite our hardships
Helpfulness toward the helpless
Humility against haughtiness’ hurrahs. Amen!
October 12, 2024
The shower is where we go to get dirty
A domain of filthy activity & debauchery
Together, we defile the sanctity of a shared space
An exercise for the well versed
Maneuvers that would make an acrobat blush
Water droplets mark the beginning of sensual hurricane
Swirled strokes to shake up the epicenter
Gripping the handles to hold onto dignity
Inhibitions tackled and thrown down the drain
Cleanliness, no longer lives between us
The shower, a whirlpool of emotions
Written: November 27, 2023
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Upon the lower, unsophisticated surface
My shadow has arrived with a purpose.
How the blazing sun or frigid rain arrives.
How, the flight of honeybees to their hives,
Where it lies is lifeless, desolate, and bare.
The hilltops quake to the crest, unaware.
Who was the one who dreamed of the rose?
Believe not, the meteor's brilliance goes,
The sky is overcast, and clouds seem scary.
Days of sunshine and evenings are wary.
A snow speck that is moving in the air.
Everyone watches with a sneak peek stare.
Its value is tackled through a barn or hole.
The cosmos has swallowed me whole.
Narrow winds grumble through the day.
As the sun shines, grab my wings to fly away.
Often, nature—akin to us—is taken captive.
Grace of nature never fails to be attractive.
She wasn't wearing her diadem.
A sword, the ornament of which is a gem.
Reed Richards, Mister Fantastic, a logical wizard,
Susan 'Sue', invisibly caused many a blizzard.
The human torch, Johnny Storm, who caused blaze-smouldering flames
Ben Grimm, the monstrous thing, who, with his stone-like flesh, played games
Traditions they trespassed; boundaries they bound; Chores ignored;
Subdued the subversives; tackled the terrors; caused concord;
The king rogue Doctor Doom, planet-devourer Galactus
The bleak realm's Annihilus... each they crack as though fractus
Brisk, like lightning or thunder; shape-shifting when needed;
Brim-filling optimism and integrity, well-wielded
They were, yet, true human beings with hearts of flesh and blood.
They could, however, survive midst dire drought or fatal flood.
As global celebrities, as unconventional friends,
And as invisible miracles with fulfilling ends
They expanded the Marvel Universe and its ventures.
With all spider-web-like intricacies and indentures
Memoriam of the Great Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel
Who was the first Vice Prime Minister and Home Minister
United each petty kingdom and state and made them dwell
In a single unit, and thus he did administer...
Ironman, he was called, due to his determination.
Kings and kingdoms, like thatched huts of coconut leaves, he shook.
For a united nation, he had no hesitation.
For this, each and every possible means he undertook
We heard, as a barrister, when he was hearing a case
He happened to get a telegram and just kept quiet.
Death of his wife! Yet, as a man in war, he took his place.
Fraternally, he and Neheru tackled each riot.
We had such politicians those days, I'm sorry to say.
We lack such. Is this why we have to go the statue way...?
Everyone enjoys cruising easy street
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock
Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour
Diverting your good vibes off track
Unsure if you will be able to endure
Then reminded of our ability to bounce back
That has craftfully carried us this far
Have tackled tough times like this before
Know that we'll be able to raise the bar
So now when we find ourselves in a rut
Realize that it is shallower than before
Because the bottom begins to get filled in
Restored with resiliency from our core
A tiny home improvement
Can instill a sense of pride
For your efforts are apparent
And results can’t be denied.
Taking charge and getting started
Are the hardest things to do,
But if things go as you’ve planned them,
All the credit goes to you.
So today I finally tackled
Unattractive kitchen shelves,
Adding bright new contact paper
Meant for folks to do themselves.
Every item got a cleaning
And a bunch of things got tossed
And the finished project’s worthy
Of the hours that it cost.
Just a minor home improvement
Yet I gave myself a gift
With some freshly covered shelving
And a lovely spirit lift.
worthwhile painters of sunsets tackled this romantic sky
turtles do not look up often, and their eyes are fuzzy
they might miss the colors, but they feel the richness of the day
turtle cave, a sanctuary for turtles in many sizes.
I stay my distance, photographing them with telescopic lenses.
my artist eyes take another peek at the fascinating pastel sky.
I return home with a plethora of photos, of the sunset.
each one a smidge different than the last; no one else sees it.
I dug my toes into the tile floors
through the custom issued socks
and ahead I looked at the psychs counter
and with energy and lift I would rock
I began to run while the guard looked on
he wondered what my actions would be
but a swift pursuit I had in mind
to fly in grace for all to see
Then as my feet left the ground
the guard forcefully tackled me
slamming my head into the counter
and then down to the floor half gracefully
A crowd of staff then jumped on me
and I hugged them back as I knew I would live
they gave me a shot that knocked me out
but I was glad it's what they give
I woke up in an MRI machine
and heard them talking of my arousal
but I would black out once again
only to awake on a psych ward bed
I ask myself should I have taken the flight
trying to fly right through the sky
but it is our flight or fight response
that keeps us from rolling the die
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