Tuesday, November 23, 2010

5 Hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes...

5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you measure your life in a year?
is it determined with laughter, forgiveness
or measured with your tears?

5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you assess your life in a year?
with friendship and family
or trophies that you bare?

5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you mark your life in a year?
with materials and treasures
or with love that you've shared?

5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you size up your life in a year?
with volunteering and caring,
or ornamenting your hair?

in daylights with family, in seasons of love
in laughters and smiles, in friendships so dear
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred journeys to plan
that's how a life should measure a year.

** This week, I did a little spin off of my favorite song from the musical Rent, "Seasons of Love".  If you'd like to listen to it, click here.  I'm posting this for Magpie Tales 41 and 42...I was a little too late to get in on 41 this week, so I figured I'd double up. Magpie tales is hosted by the ever talented, Willow.  I'll be posting this to One Shot Wednesday also, a great place for poets to write, read, and meet many talented others.  Hope everyone celebrating has a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving holiday!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving (160)

pumpkin pies, turkey, rolls,
and sweet potatoes
these are a few of my
favorite things, but I
believe family-n-friends the reason
to be thankful this season.

**this is a Sunday 160 hosted by the delightful, Monkey Man.  What can you say in 160 characters (including spaces)?  Take a trip over there and try it out :)  Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  P.S.  I found the pics on Google images...

Thursday, November 18, 2010

New job jitters...in 55

I have stretched my wings
and undone my solace belt,
then danced towards a
change that my heart felt.
and with this new direction
there does come loss
but also there is a little
growth I shall come across.
My fears, they will no
longer hold me back-
From this change, I
will not backtrack.

**I posted this for Friday Flash 55 hosted by the entertaining, G-Man.  In the next three weeks, I will be starting a new position at a completely new hospital.  Since I have only ever worked at my current hospital since becoming a nurse almost nine years ago, I'm a little nervous.  And very excited.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Rainy day running

A hazy mist blankets the sky.
sky of ashen cornflower cast,
cast a fall bronze, florid glow.
glow which blurs into the past.

amid the nipping humidity,
humidity that makes my hair curl,
curl the legs. One after the other
other after the other, my legs unfurl.

my heart begins to rush
rush of breaths entering my lungs
lungs open, breath deep
deep into my run I'm flung.

my mind starts to clear
clear the route for reflection.
reflection hints me towards harmony.
Harmony guides me to revolution.

And the past is blurred into the fog
fog that leaves the ashen mist;
mist perfect for a run, and I feel...
...feel like I'm Heaven kissed.

 **picture is from google images.
** this week, I tried playing with the Loop Poem form for One Shot Wednesday, an excellent place to post and read poetry.  Head over there to meet some fantastic writers :)

Monday, November 15, 2010

From Stone to Stone...

Born from a stone was he
the immortal, transforming monkey
He challenged the emperor of Jade
the authority of heaven, earth, and sea
give him a powerful title, he bade.
The emperor granted his wish
but only as a mere stable aide
when the monkey realized
he'd been swindled
His trust in the kingdom
he used his powers of
to wreak havoc on the
emperor's congregation.
when he couldn't be caught
and was victorious in
the battles he fought,
the kingdom finally agreed
to give him the title he sought.
But his mischievous nature
was too much to contain
so he began to cause trouble in
Heaven again.
The armies continued to forfeit
gaining control of this immortal pundit
so, the heavens begged for Buddha's aide
to stop the monkey's disastrous raid.
In the end, The monkey king lost
a wager with Buddha at a great cost.
He was banished to earth as it appears-
remaining pressed under a mountain for 500 years.

**this is a post for Magpie Tales 40 hosted by the wonderful, willow.  Go on a journey over there to discover some wonderfully talented writers and to post some of your own wonderfully talented writing...

Sunday, November 14, 2010

a moment's 160

Moments pass by quick
we must learn to enjoy each tick
don't stress about tomorrow
or get stuck in yesterday's sorrow.
yesterday is gone;
tomorrow may not come
 ** I borrowed the picture from Google :)

**this is a Sunday 160 hosted by Monkey Man.  What can you say in 160 characters (including spaces)?  If you'd like to play along or just want to visit and check it out, look around here.  It's challenging and fun!

Monday, November 8, 2010

He's no Al Capone...

What an arrogant pheasant
that cock is never pleasant
discounts all his faults
performs his cockerel waltz
chest puffed out, wing down
strutting around
like he's the only man in town
but a surprise is coming for our pal
he'll soon be a capon (no not Al)
for we all must surely know
meat is much tender once the testes go.

**I was doing a little research on roosters to get some ideas.  I learned something new.  Some roosters are purposely castrated-they call them capons.  This leads to making them more docile and causing them to become fat.  And this in turn makes the meat juicier and more tender-less stringy.

**this is a Magpie Tale hosted by the talented, Willow.  Visit here to post one of your own or to just enjoy reading the endless talent of the others.  You won't be disappointed.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

I've got the fever

my gore is soaked with mania
 fever came torching my brain
in a
sneaky, slow, attack on me
and brought with it a malady.
my teeth are quivering
delirium has me shivering
my skeleton is aching
my burning lungs are breaking
you can hear it in my bark
the flu is making its mark.
 ** the photo was found on google images...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

"Smile...what's the use of crying?"

This orange slice smile is
my lips' life sentence
superficial as the epidermis
a fib to my quintessence
I paste on this expression
misrepresentation of my core
witnessed too much recession
for it to be much more.

**A poem for One Shot Wednesday.  Take a gander over there; it is a great place to post your poetry, get some feedback, meet some talented poets, and read some fantastic treats.
**the photo I am using is one I found on Google images.

Monday, November 1, 2010

The Rose and the Gravestone

I walk amongst the stones in the cemetery, gazing at the names and dates.  I love the graveyard; I find peace there among the dead.  It's full of history and I wished every tombstone came with an autobiography.  I even feel love here.

The fall air is brisk and clean.  Rippling around me, the light breeze tosses my hair back.  I pull my coat a little tighter.  My imagination is free and running wild.  What are these people's stories?  How did they die?  How did they live?  I wonder, did their dreams come true?  Did they die only after living a full life?  Were their days cut short, sudden?  I wish I could talk to them; I'd ask their advice on what they would do different.  I'd ask if they ever found the answer to the meaning of life.

I walk past a simple headstone reading "Sally...our beloved.  Born August 13th 1942, death August 16th 1942."  Sadness enveloped me momentarily.  I can only imagine the overwhelming grief of the parents.  Did the crib claim this precious gift?  I think about all the things that could have.  If only she'd been born this decade, her life may have been spared.

As I continue my leisured stroll, I come upon two twin headstones mere feet apart.  "George William Lee-born December 5th, 1975-died October 31st, 2009" was engraved into the first.  And in the second, "Deborah Jean Lee-born June 15th, 1976-died October 31st, 2009."   Was this a Romeo and Juliet tragedy?  A murder-suicide?  It could have been a tragic accident claiming both their lives.  Were they together still wherever their souls landed?  I imagined them hand in hand through life, death, and in their afterlife.

As the sun began to set, I'd realized I'd been walking, reading, thinking for hours.  It was time for me to go and I knew there was one more stone I needed to visit.  This stone's history I knew.  No matter how often I visited, It always took me a long time to work up the strength to make my way over.  Finally, I lifted my feet one by one in that direction.  As I lifted my eyes toward the stone, I caught a glimpse of his transparent silhouette sitting there.  My breath caught.  His eyes met mine, his face smiled, his hands held my favorite white rose.  I knew my imagination had been in overdrive for a few hours, so instinctively I blinked.  When my eyes opened, he was gone.

For just a second, I could have sworn he had been there.  Memories flooded my eyes.  He brought me a white rose on our first date, and I instantly fell in love with his smile.  A year later, we had white roses at our wedding, and a year later, we had white roses at his funeral.  I will never forget the night of our anniversary and the sound as he turned the car that fateful night to receive the impact of the oncoming devastation.  He saved my life in more ways than one, and now his was gone.

So, this is the place I visit him everyday.  I take a deep breath and walk towards the headstone.  I try to be strong for him; I've accepted his choice even though I miss him more with every passing minute.  I feel his presence more today than usual, but it must be my heart playing tricks on me.  I make it to his resting place.  And I see it.  There, where he was sitting moments ago in my imagination, lay a single white rose...

** this is a Magpie Tale (# 38 to be exact) and it is hosted by the marvelous, Willow.  Visit here to read some terrific posts and to post one yourself.  It is a great place for writers of all walks to hang out and/or post something of their own.