Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I Hear Stars


The moon hears the stars in the
Outers of space
Speaking, asking, wondering
Why it is so giving of itself

Humbled, the moon speaks and
Says, shouldn't I not be free
To give? As my brilliance in light
Is freely given by one of your own?

Yes, but we watch in your travels
You are swiped and scooped
Until you are visible not
Until you come again...

The stars, wanting to know more
Await the moon's return
And true to its form
Its presence is shone

They ask the question anew
Where is it you go?
Is it painful we ask?
When you go where you go

From the scoops upon 
Scoops upon scoops
time over time
As long as your birth

You do this, you give
You never complain
Not so much as an
Ouch!

Again the moon speaks,
It is no bother be assured
No harm is done
It is really my pleasure

You see, the people
Seem to like what transpires
Look forward to it they do
On this planet mostly blue

So as I partner with you
Closet star who gives light
I take what you give
So to shine big and bright

No reasons are needed
Explanations none too
It is but a small wonder
In this vastness of wonders

I will do this, and too will you
Until there is light no more.
Now, we have light
No worries, just wonders





This is my entry for One Shot Wednesday


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Artful Sounds

They are artist all
They who write, these
Words that sing, the
Facts of life

Poetry springs forth
With the sound of music
To the eyes that read
It is music to ones ears

Whether in joyfulness 
Or done in sadness
These words play music
To the eyes that read

They cease to grow old
No matter how old
The words were written ago
They play on still, they play

Bringing us to smiles,
Cause shedding of tears
They play on, in our ears
As the eyes read the words

We never forget,
At any given moment
Dancing in our minds
We hear the artful sounds





This is my entry for Poetry Potluck where the theme 
for this week is Muse, Art, Music and Poetry.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Again

The moon was rising
Above the rooftop
Rising above the trees

Its brilliance is hazily beautiful 
Even though someone
Something

Has taken a scoop
From the moon again?
No worries...

The moon is gracious
It gives of itself
Until it is no more

But returns again
Bright in the sky
With it's borrowed light

Ready to become full again
To give again
Then to leave, for a moment

Again 



This is my entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 42....let's go see what else is there.




My thanks to
Vinay and Jingle



My nomination goes to




Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Memories Unforgotten

TheWife was telling me how she was feeding the seagulls before work. We had a couple of bananas that were going bad and she knew right away what she wanted to do with them. 


This was a couple mornings ago, she had just fed one of the bananas to some seagulls and she mentioned how they all started calling for their buddies...yeah, she made the sound...funny. A little girl had walked over with her dad close by, and TheWife gave the little girl the other banana to feed the seagulls. The sky and ground became vast with seagulls to the delight of the little girl when all that was heard from her was wwwwoooooooowwwwww.....her eyes bright as stars....as her dad was capturing this moment.


TheWife helped to create a memory that little girl will always remember.    



Comforting








He comforted her
They kissed
It was tender

They spake of times
They laughed the laugh
It was good

They held one the other
Close, feeling warmth
It was comforting





This is my One Shot Wednesday entry...come join me in some good reading.

Image from Google Images

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Sights And Sounds


Courtesy Google Images


It was a moonlit night
Cool was the breeze
Which moves leaves
In trees

Two layers of clouds
In the sky above
The lowest
Moving fast swiftly 

The sights and sounds
Of this night
Although I am here
Have taken me away

To my place of escape
From the mortar and brick
For a moment in mind
For a moment in time

These are a few of my favorite things




This is my entry for Poetry Potluck where the theme is
These are a few of my favorite things.

Update

This is an update to post Seemed Like Forever


My main focus in that post was the possible blunder. You see, whenever I visit a site, if there is doubt about the gender of the site author, I try to make sure I don't make the mistake of calling a woman a man or vise versa. 


So I was site browsing and came across an interview and my heart began to pound so hard in my chest as my mouth hung to the floor.  I thought...oh my gosh...I hope I didn't make the mistake I never wanted to make. 


So I started going through old posts, looking at comments and praying I wouldn't find anything....I think I'm safe. If I'm not and you know of my blunder, I'm all ears...uh eyes...


If I did, I would like to apologize.


That's it for now....



Friday, April 15, 2011

The Weekend

The music plays
The crowd roars
Feeling the beat

They dance dances
Almost to frenzy
Bodies in sweat

Roars from crowd
In appreciation
Engulfed in the moment

ah yes

The music beats
The crowd roars
The bodies move

It must be the weekend

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A Not Bad Day



It wasn't a perfect day, but it wasn't a bad day either. I woke in a not bad mood and it hung around pretty much all day. 


I felt much better today than I have been feeling these past few days. I'm not gonna wonder how long it will last, just taking this for the ride it deserves.

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2010-2011 

So for now, all is good and I like it. Besides...it's all for my learning anyway...
....right?



Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Restoration

Though life has dealt this hand
A hand that has one a round
The game is yet to come to fruition

Doors are open to proceed
Time is at it's own
It does not wait

What is next?
Which door to enter?
It has been draining...

To the point of this
Frustration has set
Overshadows desire

The doors that are before
Is what has come
It is now finished

Restoration

I know who I am
I know what I do
I know where I want to go

No question...

This was in need
I see that now
Flow from the pen

Restoration



I'm linking this to Thursday Poets Rally week 41

Times Like These

While going through my muck (my time in ugh!land), there is something that I already knew but had come to realize, that I never should have stopped writing. 


I can't explain why I completely shut down other than another thing I have come to understand. I'm drained. I believe that it is more than just a matter of months, but quite possibly a matter of years that is the cause. 


It just seems no matter what I do to move forward, I keep getting knocked back down. Now I know that it's not supposed to be a bed of roses all the time, but come on...it seems a constant barrage. Mind boggling. But I somehow manage to stay above water to avoid drowning. 


Then I open my mail to find that someone else has shown kindness. 


I was recently awarded a Creative Blog Award from Becca Givens. I must apologize to Becca for me taking so long to accept and share the award which I did here






And then there's Promising Poets' Parking Lot showing appreciation with this award.      



It's times like these that help to take some of the muck away. 

From now on, when I get hit, I'll try to write instead of turning off the switch.

Oh how I wish.


Creative Blog Award


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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Tired Of





It's been awhile since my last post and I'm disappointed in myself because I had things I needed to get done. 


Now my excuse.....as much as I write about being positive, looking on the bright side, the wonders of nature, enjoying family time....I'm beat, battered, bruised and feeling every bit of it. 


I feel as if I'm back peddling, the impression of moving but going nowhere. I don't wanna write, I don't wanna read, my mind is filled with stuff, things and unmentionables. 


I don't like this....at all. I feel so out of sync...almost lost. I don't like this. I'm angry and bitter. Almost heartbroken.....no, this has nothing to do with love relations. If you don't know me by now, I don't tell everything. You will know of my frustration at such matters, so you're getting something (not meaning to be blunt).


For now that's about it. I still have a couple of things I need to get out and I'm not sure what will happen after that. 


I do know one thing for sure....I'm tired of being tired of. 

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Wishes

There are times when we take a look back to see where the paths have taken us, if decisions were made to enhance or disrupt the journey. 


Every now and again, I think back to some of the ideas I had that I knew would be just the thing to take me into entrepreneurship. 


Wishful thinking. That's where I am at times. You know how it is...wishing you would have, could have, should have...still, I know some things didn't happen for reasons and things did happen for reasons...and some lay in wait...for reasons.


So here's to wishes....
below is my One Shot Wednesday entry...happy wishes everyone.

Wishes

Wish as you will
Wish as you might

Believe in your wish
You have wished this night

Do not wait and look
Around every nook

Why wait to see
Where your wish may be

But journey onward
For you are already downward

You have to catch up
This wish left the cup 

It waits not for you
Will you know what to do?


Monday, April 4, 2011

I Remember When

Copyright 2011
WhatrUWorkinOn?

There was a time
In time's past
Wishes were made
Dreams were dreamed

Young mind daydreaming
Dreams of what could be
Dreams of his future
Young visions seen

He is ambitious
Eager to start
Ready for anything
Wanting it all

Unknowing
Yet, know it all
Wondering if the world
Is ready for him

Cocky?
That's what some say
Confident
Is how he answers...

Things have happened
Over the years
The journey has been
Turbulent, to say the least

I still see that young man
With all of his visions
Dreams of dreams
Still swimming in head

I still see his vigor
His want for it all
Now?, you say, Now?
Better now than never

That young man still lives
Though his body is weathered
The young man still lives
Because I remember when



This is my entry for Poetry Potluck 
where the theme is:
Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia... 

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Seemed Like Forever

We've been without internet since Tuesday and it certainly has been different. I was able to check mail from my phone and do some Facebook, but that was the jest of it. I couldn't log into my Twitter account from my phone either....I know, I know...I desperately need a phone upgrade. 


I was able to see that I had more comments on my blog, but again...not able to respond. Frustrating. Anyway, back on and went to a couple of sites to see what was going on.


I missed the opportunity to claim an award from Promising Poets, I may have made a blunder, and I found out through one of the sites I visited. 


Sorry for not linking...it's getting late and I have to get up early.


I have a lot of catching up to do. I'm working half a day so hopefully I can get an early start. 


I still have a few things to mention for my anniversary post....so much to do... 



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