Dust if you must,
but it might be better,
to paint a picture or write a letter,
to bake a cake or plant a seed,
to ponder the gap between want and need.
Tag: <span>poetry</span>
I looked, I couldn’t find it. Nowhere to be seen, I am certain it doesn’t live here. No green-eyed monster at our place. I am not jealous, never have been, never will be. “Envy” well that’s another thing, it hit me once when I was just a child. “Work for it, make it happen, set a goal” are wise words, I have been taught then, when I admired something or, when I wanted what others had. We all desire things that others have, that is human nature, but a green eyed monster doesn’t have to be born when it happens. So the daily rerun today is wrong, not everybody is jealous from time to time.
I don’t know exactly why I do this, but whenever I have to say Goodbye to a beloved friend or family member, I buy a plant. Even for our four-legged family members. Sometimes for the outside, either a tree or a rosebush, often Orchids for the inside.
With friendly permission by Randy Vaincourt I am allowed to post his Father’s poem here on my blog and I am honored to do so as a reminder on Veteran’s Day. This is one of my favorites and I wish that EVERYBODY…EVERYWHERE would read this poem all the way through. Not just that, but spread the word…because it deserves it, although I concurs with my opinion about politician.
For the common Soldier and my Grandfather, who I never met…
Once upon a time, there was an unfortunate poor man. His home was also very poor – a small and empty house, where mice made their nests and spiders made their webs. People tried to avoid coming into his house – why should they stick their noses into those poor ruins? And the poor man thought that poverty was the reason of his misfortunes – his eternal destiny.
“The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power, to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is…
…but not for long, just for a little while. Maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks or months. I just read a book,”No”… let me rephrase this. I just finished reading an awesome book. A while back I walked through our grocery store and there was a pile of books for $2, just the right thing for a bargain hunter like me. I didn’t expect to find anything interesting there. I mean “really, what can you expect for just $2”, nothing more than maybe a few coffee table books for last minute Christmas presents. Oh, do I like to be wrong!
You all know I was a smoker and embraced that dreadful role,
until it hit me suddenly that I had no control.
My life was run by cigarettes, so firm was my conviction,
that something had to change -I had to cast out my addiction.
It is a little bit sad, but I don’t think children today and future generations will still know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma’s apron was to protect her dress underneath, because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But that’s not all…it was used for so many other things.
When I Think of a Cigarette
When I think of a cigarette,
I think of the four thousand chemicals
that would rush into my mouth and
burn their way into my once healthy lungs.
I think about that nasty taste, that nasty
ring of polluted air I would create in the
space around my body. I think of the
looks of disgust given by those close by.
I think of those who politely stepped
away from me, and those who not so
politely stepped away.