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My Poetry

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 11:21:21 PST

Rhyming words comes naturally, although it's true to say,

That never does that mean to say I rhyme the same ol' way.

Sometimes the words come out to say a thought that will impress,

And leaves me thinking that perhaps most subjects I address

Will make important impacts, tell others something clear,

Instruction or a thought of mine that someone can hold dear.

But truth be known sometimes the poem falls flat, as flat can be,

And leaves me wondering why I wrote, yes wondering, even me.

It always is a hit or miss, and sometimes draws attention,

Yet other times I wonder why I wrote it, but, must mention,

I write because I love to, it soothes me through and through.

And if the poem can hit a chord, it's great for me , that's true.

The Written Word

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 05:36:38 PDT

It's true words can be such a problem, to where they can cause us some trouble,

If they burst forth in writing or speaking, then cause us to run on the double.

Towards some place to hide from the fury, of some person hurt from a letter,

Or correcting that thought to more letters, that spoken amiss are not better.

Not better, that is, than the letters matched up to make words that cause bliss,

And reciprocation then causes not hiding but hugs and a kiss.

Well, maybe that outlook is crazy, especially since words on a page,

Can fly o'er the Internet further than kisses can land but the rage,

When thoughtless words jump off the paper or scream from the screen where you type

That rage can sear ears from where ever, your thoughtless words drum up some hype.

So the point is of course to write nicely, to think 'fore your thoughts hit the screen

And have your words make some one happy, which feeling the reader can glean.

Now, Alicen, reading back, this poem is certainly an example of rambling, lol

A Poem About a Fallen Log-Oh Dear

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 12:11:39 PDT

H8cloz wrote a note to me to say, thanks for the lift,

I like that comment better than the ones that cause a rift.

It makes my day as well, you see, to see somebody care,

About the rhyming words I do, that then I print to share.

And though I said I could not write about a fallen log,

A comment nice as nice can be would make me write a blog.

There's lots of things I now could write about the log it's true,

The fallen tree against the ground, it's source against the blue.

The blue that is of clouds and sky, and also of the green.

The green of leaves that use to grow to make a pretty scene.

I love the trees, they soothe me, so why cannot a log,

It used to be part of a tree, and now it blocks my dog.

He really is too old to jump, and cannot get around,

That fallen log, that piece of tree which sits upon the ground.

Of course I guess that I could move the log and change its place.

But then I wouldn't have this poem with which a log to grace. LOL

Rhyming up the Day

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 07:39:20 PDT

It's all about the weather or my pets it seems I write,

Now that could put the average poet in a dreadful plight,

Unable to put other things of interest into ryhme,

It seems however that this poet doesn't have the time.

I cannot think of things to say, I work too many hours,

And then if working is all done, I'm mowing, weeding flowers.

Or cleaning rooms or dishes, or out to walk the dog.

There's nothing there to write about, except a fallen log,

The one that fell along the path, that Mikey likes to go,

Although it's pretty sitting there, there isn't much you know.

Not much that is, to write about, a piece of fallen tree,

So off I go to chores and things, whatever else I'll see.

Have a good day!

Are We In Autumn Already?

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 12:38:22 PDT

Amazing how my writing is the weather, all in rhyme,

I take a minute and I look, and wonder where the time,

From winter, when I wrote here first, to fall and getting cold,

Yes, now when leaves are falling round, and temperatures are bold.

And soon the leaves will all be down, and snow will coat the ground,

Covering all in white and ice, for miles and miles around.

As cold as it may sound to you, there's beauty raw and lovely,

I love to watch the new snow fall from heavens high above me.

However autumn just arrived, and summer said goodbye,

The time has passed so quickly, I don't know the reasons why.

Perhaps it's just that as I age the time flies by much faster,

Whatever reason that there is, of that I'm not the master.

Hope everyone has had a good year-stay warm and healthy!!!

Flashbacks

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:06:00 PDT

I'm off today, though musing, meandering through my mind,

The memories keep cropping up, and make my life unwind.

All through the years, from babe to child, from girl to woman grown,

And nothing in meandering is causing me to moan,

But oddly, nothing that I do can make the past recede,

It's all demanding equal time to redisplay each deed.

Unbidden comes the little girl with bucket in her hand,

Crouching down beside a rock and digging up the land.

And then I see her by the sea, with castles all about,

Happy, sunning, splashing, causing seagulls there to rout.

A flash and there's the playground and I'm watching others jump,

And then the memories run amuck and settle in a lump.

For me to sort through like a pile,

To pick the ones that made me smile.

My children growing one by one,

Those make delightful stories

My pets, how much I loved each one

My fuzzy crowning glories.

My head holds stories like a book,

And I should sit and take a look,

But first I need to cease to wander

Often, there's no time to ponder.

With work and study, chores and such,

There hardly ever very much

Of time that's needed to peruse,

To pick the stories I would choose.

Still Dreaming

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 13:26:06 PDT

The days at last are bearable, the wind is softly blowing,

The summer's coming to a close, and that we all are knowing.

I got to see the ocean once, I want to see it twice,

And if I don't 'fore winter comes, that won't be very nice.

I love the sea, the rolling waves, the sand between my toes,

I love to walk the boardwalk, wish I'd get there, heaven knows.

But work weeks have a way of going by, before we know it,

And if there's time where we can play, my week just doesn't show it.

So I still dream of where I'll go when once repairs are done,

'Cuz once my house is fixed, for now, I'm off to have some fun!!

Heat wave

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 10:00:04 PDT

I said I wouldn't do it, complain about the sun,

But temperatures are rising and that isn't any fun.

I never thought with summer, a favorite time of year,

That me and verbalizing 'bout the heat is what you'd hear.

But 90's and above is higher than I'm needing,

So rain is what I'm hoping for, oh, no I'm not, I'm pleading.

The house is hot, the yard is hot, the grass is turning brown,

And I have lots of things to do, but I am sitting down.

I'm here on my computer, running words throughout my mind,

I should be up and doing running of a different kind.

No putting feet on words, the kind that uses feet to run,

You know what it is I mean; to get my errands done.

But---I don't care, I'm sitting---it's hot.

Craftsmen, Where Are you?

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 15:31:57 PDT

It's a sad state of affairs when jobs need to be done,

And you're willing to do them but you aren't the one,

To put in a door or some similar action

'Cuz if you attempt it you'll end up in traction.

How nice it would be if without a commotion,

We all could repair if we all got the notion.

Yes any idea of whatever needs fixing,

We'd run and we'd do it, no need for the nixing.

But there are people out there, who have needed skill,

We just have to call them, and hope that they fill

Whatever description of art sets in motion,

The needs that did cause all this poet's emotion.

Repairs I Must Be Grateful For

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 03:46:21 PDT

Hello Alicen how ya doing, all things in my head, construing,

I always want to run away, I have much work and little play.

This house was Mom's, she rarely fixed it,

Whatever suggested, she usually nixed it.

She seemed to believe the house fixed up itself,

And left me with lists to fix all by myself.

But, yes, oh, the stairs are done, the basement floor sealed,

Thanks to friend Donna, that is a done deal.

I next have the floor in the kitchen to face

And steps at the front of the house to replace.

My money has wings as soon as I make it,

It's gone to the hands of the one who will take it,

For building the steps and replacing the floor,

And now, as I look, I will need a new door.

EEEEEEEEk!

I've got new outdoor steps

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 18:15:15 PDT

I haven't been here for awhile, I've been busy,

So much to do, it was making me dizzy.

My house needed work and my checkbook some money,

So I worked hard to make it, and that wasn't funny.

I'm glad work was done, and the steps just look grand,

My basement got painted, and I've mowed the land,

Next in the kitchen, I'll need a new floor,

Do you wonder how often I run to the door?

At least, well, I want to with luggage in hand,

I'd rather vacation someplace that I plan,

To lie back and rest, a cruise would be nice

I know that I've said it before, once or twice.

But although all repairs to my house are just fine

They don't make for memories I wish to be mine.

Oh dear, I'm complaining, and there's those new stairs,

Not everyone has them, and I should beware,

Of not being thankful, of not being right.

And keeping those thoughts in my prayers tonight.

Morning Respite

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 14:28:29 PDT

Pinch me shake me, I'm in shock, the sun came out this morning,

For awhile I really thought New England was in mourning.

The sky above stayed overcast and dripped a dreary rain,

And every day that started new began about the same.

Just once before today I saw the sun peek through a cloud,

It didn't last, the lightning came and thunder, very loud.

I thought that we would never see the sun come out again,

The rain just fell from gloomy skies; I'd given up, and then,

When I woke up this morning and put the dog outside

The summer sun was shining, and everything had dried!!!

Rain, Rain, Rain!

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:02:50 PDT

It's raining here, so much, that I, now think I'm in a lake,

I'm glad for rain, we have a need, but too much takes the cake.

We have not seen a sunny sky, for more than half an hour,

It's rained so much, I think that I, am in a constant shower.

It looks like springtime's over, at least the date says so,

It's summer on the calendar, but I need a boat to row.

My front lawn feels like squishy sponge, the driveway's pools of water,

My son can't pick his things up and I haven't seen my daughter.

The rain keeps everyone at home in warm and cozy houses,

Keeping all the children in, and sharing time with spouses.

No one is in the yards to work, we cannot mow the lawns,

Because the rains are soaking them from dawn to dawn to dawn.

I'm sorry, it sounds awful, all that whining and complaining,

But really, for a while, at least, I want it to stop raining!

Fixing and Doing

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 09:16:27 PDT

I don't know where the time goes, I'm still working on my home,

To clean it up and organize and make the place my own.

And that takes time with all I do, with working and with chores,

I'd love to go to somewhere nice along the seacoast's shores.

I can't though, not right now, I can't, I'm fixing and I'm doing,

And if I don't it will result in Connie's own ungluing.

I don't like messy houses, I like ducks all in a row,

I like to reach for something, and find it there, you know.

I don't like putting something down and finding in a week,

I still don't have that something, and it makes me want to shriek.

A draw for this, a shelf for that, a closet holds the rest,

There's only me that living here, and Mikey and a guest.

So shine I must and fix I do, to make it pretty be

And when I'm done, there'll surely be a happy little me.

Beautiful Weather, Wonderful Day!

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 13:06:03 PDT

How can it be that winter's gone and springtime's almost over?

The flowers bloomed, the grass is green, mowed twice and filled with clover.

The sun has come much nearer, and the warmth spreads all around,

The kids are playing in the street and fill the air with sound.

Sometimes it's mother's voice I hear that send the children

running,

They'll stop their play and yell ten times, "Okay Mom, we are

coming".

Mikey's all along the fence, running, tail held high,

The birds all sing and fly about; the groundhog's seen nearby,

He cautiously will look about and crawl a few more feet,

All the while he's looking for some flower's leaves to eat.

By twilight all has quieted, I hear a kitty mew,

And peering out the window I may see a skunk or two.

They rarely spray, but wander, also looking just to eat,

The sky begins to darken; I still hear a random tweet.

I love this time of year and know that soon it will be done,

But since it will return again, there'll be another one.

Can you imagine, it's almost summer already!

Cooper

Thu, 21 May 2009 16:55:34 PDT

My daughter and her newest pet came by a while ago,

And I met Cooper, Papillion, eleven weeks or so.

Tiny, energetic fluff, just cute as he could be.

And when they left I thought, that I would like a boy like he.

Tiny, yes, but nonetheless, a dog, mischievous, fun,

I held him close, he chewed my nose; I want another one.

Oh Josh, I know you wouldn't mind, you loved all who came 'round,

And Mike would love the company, if there was one I found.

A Pekingese of course, I know, my very favorite kind,

And there's no one I have to ask, to see if they would mind,

My house can hold another pet, my heart wants one to love,

Another pet would be just right and fit us like a glove!!

I saw some Pekes the other day....................................hmmmmmmm

Josh Will Become A Loving Memory

Wed, 13 May 2009 05:14:00 PDT

Ah, Alicen, my words are sad, my writings echo heart,

But as the days go by my dear, I know I'll get a start

On finding joy each day again and memory will fill

The void which new will dissipate and leave like winter's chill.

My Mikey still is here for me, that furry little guy,

Who daily gives his love and makes me know the reasons why,

That our Creator gave us such companions as our own,

They daily make us laugh and make their presence to us known.

By sweet and funny things they do, and when their time is done;

It isn't long before I'd feel I'd need another one.

So while my loss is new to me and Josh is sorely missed,

My heart tells me it won't be long -those feelings won't persist.

As much as I miss the ones I lose, I start thinking how nice to have fuzzy things around. A sleeve Peke would be nice. Or another bunny.

Missing Josh, Mica and I

Tue, 12 May 2009 17:57:58 PDT

I miss you Josh, and Mikey does, he would not touch his meals

He vocalized displeasure to tell me how he feels,

He tells me little stories with his soft articulation

That tells me just how sad he is, about this aberration.

His lifelong pal, no longer here, he knows that Josh is gone,

I showed him Josh the day he died, and held him, on the lawn.

I always walk my animals, and hold them close to me,

Whenever they are leaving me, so I know they can see,

That love I've had for all their lives is with them in the end,

And I can know I gave my all and urge my heart to mend.

Mica's doing better now, but follows me around,

And tries to tell me how he feels with whining little sounds.

I too am doing better since my Joshua "came home",

He rests within a little chest, leathered brown and chrome.

I know that he's no longer ill, and soon the memories

Will fill my heart and make me smile and keep me company.

Joshua, Better Known as Lil Poopie

Thu, 07 May 2009 18:05:08 PDT

I lost a precious pet today, my Josh, my boy, my Peke,

At fifteen and a half, I know, he'd reached way past his peak.

Confused sometimes, he'd bark a lot, I think because he could,

And sometimes he would bark because the other doggie would.

His steps were slow, he could not climb, I had to pick him up,

I carried him around a lot, that precious old boy pup.

Deaf unless you spoke directly in a fluffy ear,

He would let you know with kisses that indeed he'd hear,

Beautiful and elegant my white haired Pekingese,

Be peaceful now, and thank you, pal, my love will never cease.

Goodbye my boy.

What a Week.

Sun, 03 May 2009 05:19:32 PDT

Good morning, I'm back, my computer was down,

Everything 'round me was turned upsidedown.

My family was moving, my things were a mess,

And I had to wait so that I could assess,

Just what things I needed and what things to throw,

(I am so used to having my ducks in a row.)

Nothing was neat, and nothing was clean,

I did not much like it., I wasn't too keen.

But I fixed and I cleaned and I straightened my house,

And now it's as quiet as the proverbial mouse.

I went for a week without my PC,

That I can tell you was hard for me.

When the doorbell rang on Saturday last,

I was happy to see the tech from Comcast.