Monthly Archives: May 2012

NEARLY NAKED


Morning and thanks for visiting.  Long sippy of the coffee.  aaaah.  I’m nervous today.  I tell my 5 minute story tonight at the Entre-Slam at Live at the corner of Huron and First.  7pm.   I’m sure it will all be good and my belly is all quaky and jittery.  A new diet plan: stand in front of lots of people and talk jibberish for a few minutes.  YA…

 

Fear plays out insecurities

Travels to the belly 

Confirms the nerves quest

to badger the emotions

to feeble jitters of falsehoods

Maybe up stories of what 

might be that hasn’t been yet

Lost to the fearful expectation

of being less than in front

Of You.

 

It’s only a story

It’s only exposure

It’s only being seen 

in the honesty of a moment

for others to have an opinion

a feeling, a chance to 

support you unknown 

and raw just like them

 

No one wants you to fail

No one wants to see you lose

Not there in front of them

OH NO not there in front of them

where they’d have to witness it

and feel it like it was their own

Diving into their gut fears

exposed by you standing there

nearly naked sharing yourself

 

 

 

 

 

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THE TRUTH IS IN THE TELLING


Howdy… Thanks for stopping by.   Weather relief… Yippee.  Too hot for this gal these last days.  And… nature wins. She does what she feels she can and we that share space with her have to go with the hot flow.  So. today, is perfect.  Cool and sunny.  aaaahhh

Tomorrow, I slam a story in front of other local entrepreneurs at Live in Ann Arbor.  http://www.knowledgecrush.com/index.php/entreslam  I can safely tell you, I’m super nervous.  I have my story ready for the telling.  It will ultimately, well, if I win, which I don’t know that at all. might go up on You-Tube.  Now wouldn’t that be a hoot?

 

Stories are for the telling

At least some stories are

Some stories are ramblings

that don’t get you far

 

It’s all one big story

We have one going all the time

Don’t fool yourself in the glory

That yours might be mine

 

We walk around making up

Some story about this or that

Having no idea of the what

That really is where the story’s at

 

What do you know about the truth

When no details belong to you

YOu walk around with no real proof

About what doesn’t belong to you

 

Stories are for the telling

Be sure you know the facts

Otherwise my friends your selling

Words that are not on track

 

What you see may not be what it is

No matter the story you glean

Until you walk in someone else’s biz

You story is not what it seems

 

The story you tell is yours alone

The truth is yours in that telling

NO other truth can be known

Cause only you know that telling

 

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GEEZERINGS


I went and saw  The Exotic Marigold Hotel.  I loved it.  Truly a good geezer movie.   I realized that I certainly do not want to be one of the invisible old ones that people think don’t have desire, or passion, or the drive to be the best that we can each and every moment.  Seeing the beauty  and wisdom in the aging process, when nature has her way with us and our beauty shifts to wrinkles and sags.  That that inner beauty we are quick to tell the youth about is truly within us and that We are part of the Divine expression of what ever is God, or Source, Or Oneness, or Goddess, or Nature…

Geezers of the World Unite.  We are beautiful and wise, and have so much to share.

 

Each wrinkle moved like a wave

In unison with her giggle

Her snicker was a ripple

on the shore of her old body

 

And when she really gave in

To a belly full of laughter

Every part of her shimmered

And shook in ruffles of old ribbon

 

And the lace of her eighty plus decades

Were as detailed as the hands

That tatted them in a dexterous

flow of a life intricate and beautiful

 

I watched the ripples and waves of her

Held to the story of a bright yesterday

Of a life well lived found in this moment

She wore her history in wrinkled time

 

Her youth still a sea of desires passion

Held within the wrinkled times and

Decades of yesterdays, that in this

moment bubble like lava to her surface

 

She is the girl she has always been 

She is the wise woman of living long

She is the wrinkled wave of love that kisses your shore

She is forever the shimmer of passions want

 

 

 

 

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HAIKU MEMORIAL


 

MOTHER DOROTHY

I remember you

there is never a forget

rocked safe in your arms

 

CLEO

I remember you 

your picture rests in my heart

your dust heals the land

 

ROSE

I remember you

violence took you sudden

I bled for your lose

 

FATHER NORBERT

I remember you

Abandoned we struggled hard

forgiveness frees me

 

SYL

I remember you

The sass of your needles click

Made safe soft our walk

 

BROTHER JERE

I remember you

Abandonment gave retreat

A family lost you

 

ME

I remember you

Letting go of the fear-full

Forgive, Be Here Now

 

 

 

 

 

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IN REMEMBRANCE


Howdy.  Please join me for a bit of a sippy the coffee.  And a little quiet moment as we remember those that have transitioned before us.  Those that have given their lives on our behalf.  How ever you wish to give memorial to your loved ones and the plentitude of men and women that desire our remembrances.  Take a moment now.  breathe…

 

There is no getting out of life alive

Physical reality finds its end

Sooner or later

 

One way or another: softly or violently

The soul needs to be out on its own

No physical restrictions

 

A joining with the great Cosmos

The Heavens, the Universe

Infinity longs for your return

 

Wrapped in Blues and Violet

Shimmering with the starlight

Star bright, first star you see tonight

 

You become ONe with all that Light

Home at last once you give up your body

When It finds it end in Infinity

 

There is NO getting out of life alive

Physical reality will find it’s dirt

Sooner of later

 

Energy melds with spirals of Light

And at last you find yourself 

part of the Heavens… Home

 

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RAIN HAIKU


Oh.. the rain.  the delicious soft patter of the rain.  I know the Earth needs it and apparently so do I.   

 

RAIN HAIKU

 

I can feel the dry

parts of me moisten softly

Tender my hearts flow

 

Tree leaves hold droplets

Earth’s waiting vessel calling

Linger the rains fall 

 

Wet green moist inhale

Let the nature of things fill

Every cell in you 

 

Rain has her wet ways

A tease or a flood away

She will what she may

 

 

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RAIN


Mornin’ people.  The heats rising already this a.m.  on my third sippy the coffee.  And the poetry has yet to reveal itself.  As you loyal followers know, it will.  BTW..  I have my story for the Entre-Slam next week.  I’m Not telling it here, you’ll have to come hear me.  

 

Rain seems best when not from the heart

It’s best when it comes gathered up 

in those fat grey rolling clouds

filled with lightening and thunder

ready to burst wide and feed the land

 

Rain that comes from the heart takes 

the lightening hits with anguish

and thunder shudders the hurt hard

through the whole body in a fever

Storming fast the drenched inside

 

Some rain is tender, soft to the land 

Gentle on the heart in a patter of care

A little nurturance and giving

Melting the grey cloud to blue

with no tribulation to an open heart

 

All storms have a way of clearing out 

Rain or tears inside or out

A great washing away for a new day

It’s noticing the gift of it

Noticing the refresh of the release

 

Maybe the heart’s rain is best.

 

 

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