Change

I found another poet that I like almost as much as Frost and Longfellow.  Amazing isn’t it?  Today, in this world?  Here is a guy who writes about life – real life - not just what sounds good.  The thing I like the most about him is he keeps his rhyming in check.  He’s no Dr. Seuss.  Read Wronged Right by James Foust.

Broken

I’ve been in more pain than ever lately and it’s really taking its toll on my spirt.  That’s reflected in my latest poem called “Broken” which is about living with pain or disability.  It is so hard to see all the things that need to be done and not be able to help.  I try and then I pay for it later.  I know there are a lot of people who understand this because they also live with a disability.  Working at the hospital I saw many people who struggled just to get in the door.  I couldn’t imagine then how hard that must have been but now I have a bit of an idea.

Rosa Parks

February is Black History Month and I’ve been hearing a lot about it.  I was thinking about Rosa Parks and how she must have felt when she decided to stand her ground.  It must have been terrifying having so many people against her.  Even those who might have been wishing her success were probably holding their tongue in fear. I really tried to put myself in her shoes and then I wrote this poem called Rosa Parks: Just like you

Music sooths the soul

I woke up in a lot of pain today.  I should be used to it by now.  The end of Jan will be the 4 month mark of when this all started.  Anyway, I took something to make things seem a little better than they are and turned on some music.  Pandora is such a wonderful thing.  It doesn’t matter what I’m in the mood for, I can always find what I need.  Today it’s Jack Johnson Radio which always plays a little Coldplay, Jason Mraz and  John Mayer amoung other great artists.  Now that’s my kind of pain relief.

Valentine’s Day

I’ve been thinking for a long while about a poem for Valentine’s Day.   I started…….and then deleted several times.  Just imagine how many trees I saved by using the computer?  Before computers I would have balls of paper all over the floor. 

Here is my tree-saving Valentine’s Day poem.  It’s called Remember When?

Restaurant City

My little addiction.  I love this game.  I love fixing up my little restaurant, clearing the plates and even cleaning the toilets.  I wish I could do all that with just one click here at home.  Right.

Well I wrote a guide for Restaruant City for anyone who has too much time on their hands.  Check it out and learn all of the tricks to leveling up fast. 

Restaurant City: Dishing Up Virtual Fun

My newest poem (I fixed the link)

Have you ever found yourself lying in bed unable to sleep with words rattling around in your head….  only, those words don’t quite work.  They can’t quit make the page.  I keep a pad of paper by my bed because occasionally they do and I’ll write something I am really proud of.  That is usually how they find me.  Yeah, THEY find ME.  I don’t write poems, they write me.

Here is my latest poem, ironically, about the process itself.

It is called Birth of a Poem

Freshwater Aquariums

I have always loved fish.  When I was younger my school had a huge fish tank full of some very colorful fish.  It was so neat to watch.  My dad usually had a fish tank but he liked to try to breed the fish so had a tank full of these plain white fish.  When my youngest son showed an interest in fish I got him a fish tank but it wasn’t long before I realized I enjoyed watching the fish more than he did.  Riley’s fish didn’t last long and soon the tank was in a garage sale.  After a while I decided I wanted my own fish tank and bought a kit at Walmart that was a little bigger than Riley’s tank.  I loved it.  I bought 6 tiger barbs a plecostomus and a cory and loved watching them swim together.  They each had such neat character and it wasn’t long before they each had names.  One day one my my barbs died and I was so depressed.  I had to have my oldest son remove it from the tank for me.  Not even a week later another barb died and then I was angry.  I wanted to know why they died.  I started reading and learning as much as I could about keeping fish. 

Now I have a nice 55 Gallon tank and 22 fish that are very healthy.  I know how important it is to maintain my tank on a weekly basis and now I have it down to a science.  However, I also learned that it is important to start off right in order to have a healthy tank.   You wont lose as many fish if you learn a thing or two before you get started.  It took me quite a while to do the research and learn what I know now so I decide to write a simple beginners guide to setting up a freshwater fish tank.  It hope it can help someone get started without the trouble I had in the beginning.

A new day

While we may not be able to control all that happens to us, we can control what happens inside us. 

 Benjamin Franklin

After yesterday I really felt like I needed a do-over.  I had a difficult time getting to sleep.  I finally moved to the couch so my husband could at least get some sleep.  I finally got up and decided to read.  I remembered I hadn’t read my sections of the bible for the day.  I had decided to read the whole bible this year for one of my resolutions.  So I started reading and found myself hung up on a verse in Genesis.  Genesis 5:15 sounds like God is still speaking to the serpent and he says “He shall bruise your head, and you shall bruise his heel.”  I did some looking online and it seems that people see this as talking about Jesus somehow.   I’ll have to ask my pastor. 

Anyway, I barely finished before I was drifting off.  I slept hard but only about 4 hours.  I woke up feeling very rested.  I had a much better day with the boys.  I spent some time just listening to piano music, watching my fish,  and thinking.  It was very relaxing.  I feel like I’m finally getting over my cold. 

I’ll just keep going one day and a time and hopefully I’ll get through this yet.

wrong side of the bed

I think I need to go back to bed and try this day again.  I’ve been fighting an awful cold but I haven’t been as moody as I’ve been today.  Riley and I are really not getting along today.  He feels like I’ve “been on him” all day.  I feel like he hasn’t been listening to me for 13 years but today is just another day.  I think it’s me.  I think I am a bit quicker to snap today than usual.  I don’t want to stay in my room anymore since I”ve been in there most of the day.  I’ve been sleeping so much and I want to be awake and do things.  I just want to listen to music without someone trying to change things on me.  The kids have both retreated now and I feel bad.  I feel like a spoiled child who got their way and I’m the adult in the group.

I feel angry inside and I don’t know why.  I don’t have anything to feel angry about.  I guess I feel isolated.  Maybe I’ve been home too long.  I miss people.  I miss working and going to church.  I miss my family and especially my mom.  I’m lonely….  I need to get better and go back to work.