Thursday, March 26, 2009

I seeeeeeeee the light...

as dim as it may be...
Hallelujah brothers and sisters,
it is now all right with me.
praise cheeses, hail madre',
let's go and sin no more.
mea culpa, take a gulpa.
don't forget to wash your feet.
speak your tongues and flagellate,
shout the message far and wide.
no more sinners. no more sinners.
be good. let go. let guide.
I want to be as holy
as the neighbors up the street.
help me, help me lawdy.
this could take most of the week.
Amen. Amen. Amen I say to you.
Amen. Amen. Amen and genuflect.
Lettuce prey.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Time will tell...

maybe.
maybe not.
maybe a little.
maybe a lot.
let it be
whatever it is.
in time.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Haiku and helping our soldiers...

Sparrow... bless her chirpy heart... is changing the
Haiku Contest prize this week. Just a bit.
UPDATE: Vote for your favorite by 11 pm Thursday.

In the name of the winner/winners, she will be making
donations to CJ at A Soldier's Perspective and another
donation to Bouhammer. They both need help getting
coffee and food to our fighting soldiers.

Even if you don't have a haiku to enter, go to either of
those military blogs and read what they are trying to do
for our soldiers in harm's way. You can make a donation
yourself or ask friends, family, neighbors to help, too.
If several throw in a little, it will add up quickly. Please.

oh... the contest.

This week's word is: FATHERS

Have your entries in by Wednesday at 10 pm.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Table for one...

Liars in love fool
no one but themselves. Left to
wonder what went wrong.

Superficial talk
no more, no less. It isn't
me, it's you. Really.

Uncommon sides make
genius dance insanity.
Waltzing with nightmares.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Potholes and highways...

C'mon, folks. We need to ramp up!

Sparrow needs a lot more entries for her Haiku Contest.

The topic for this week is: THE ROAD.

Submit your entry by 10 pm tonight.
You might be the winner who gets to pick one of our soldiers
to receive a Deluxe Care Package from Sparrow.

my entries:

I'd rather take the
quiet lane than highway speed.
To explore, detour.

Life's travels vary.
They take you far and away
yet can bring you back.

UPDATE: You have until 11 pm Thursday to vote for your favorite.

UPDATE #2: THE VOTING MACHINE IS FIXED. VOTE BY FRIDAY 11 pm.



Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Unclear...

early morning
salt air damp
blurs the words
on the page.
or is it
salty tears.
with either one
I cannot see
what it is
in front of me.
am I
or am I not.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Faithfulness...

is the topic for this week's Haiku Contest at Allatwitter.

Deadline to submit your entry is 10 pm tonight.

UPDATE: Vote for your favorite by 11:00 pm Thursday.

my entries:


Does not waiver in
the face of danger or in
less than best of times.

*

Make a commitment
honestly, from your heart, in
truth and for all time.


Tuesday, March 03, 2009

It's a package deal...

...a mixed bag.

Life ain't always pretty.

I ain't always pretty. (yeah, surprise, right?)

24/7 doom and gloom, wail and whine.

STOP IT!

Tough times can be worked through. Alone or together.
Don't wait to be rescued. Save yourself. Do your job.
The job of living, not just surviving.

Whatever is beautiful, good, worthwhile... will be missed
and possibly lost if we don't look for it. Make the effort.

Not saying wrongs should be ignored. Or excused.
Work with it, fix it or make something better.
You can. We can. I can.

Time wasted. Time lost.
How much time do we have here?
Hold an ice chip between your fingers as it melts away.
That is how a day disappears when we wallow in the yuck.

We create our own balance. A constant juggling act.
Dodging, deflecting... and reaching.
Searching, wondering, finding.

Somedays, the only gratitude found is for still breathing.
It's a start.

Who am I talking to? Myself, just myself.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Words...

Witholding words and, thus, myself.
No trust enough to tell all to anyone.
No one anywhere who can coddle and absorb and still
remain the same, loving, after knowing all that is.

Indeed, myself as most do, parse words carefully, even
in our own hearts.

Some words are painted glossy to look better than they are.
Some are weighted so as to never surface, certainly not
in daylight for others, and often not either known in our
own nights.

Sometimes tripping over the shadows (there are always
shadows since nothing true disappears completely), the
bolt of pain in the stubbed toe flashing a memory of self
back to surface. A moment only long enough to frantically
push it back into the basement and slam the door closed again.
Looking behind self, fearful that someone might have noticed,
might have recognized an unadmitted truth.
Then walked away. Ashamed for knowing.

But, no. No one else.
I keep myself alone enough to pick and choose, pick and choose
carefully, what words will be dressed for dinner.
Offered on a gilt-edge platter. Will be only my best at any table shared.
Why do we fluster so about how to know others while we fail
to know ourselves?

Words not spoken may reveal more truth than those brandished
in the open.

Not at all what you would think.
If you saw.
If you knew.