Category: Writings

The Best of Times

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Looking back I see
that the best of times were not
when I was looking behind or
looking forward but
when I wasn’t looking at all.

The times I was content
to co-exist with the past, present, and future,
no regrets, no expectations.
The times when time was not
an issue, a challenge, or an obstacle to be overcome.

The times when I wasn’t comparing
or rating the overall success of my current experiences,
so, in fact, the best times were never
really quantifiably measured to prove
they were the best.

But they were.
And they will be again.

#65

Politics

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Politics (from Greek: πολιτικός politikos, definition “of, for, or relating to citizens”) is the practice and theory of influencing other people.

 

I’m tired of being influenced.
I’m tired of indignant voices.
I’m tired of having to choose what’s right
from what seems to be all the wrong choices.

Is honesty that hard to come by?
Who’s pulling the puppets’ strings?
For one is as bad as the other
just about different things.

I’m tired of the mud and the slinging.
expediencies and specious excuses.
I’m tired of arrogant platitudes
and blatant, egregious abuses.

All I want is a person to vote for
Somebody that I can trust
to do their best, not just for themselves
but for all of the rest of us.

 

#63

Confessions of a Craft Addict

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As a child I learned to sew by hand.
Then knitting and crochet lessons began.
As a teen I embroidered jackets and jeans
with fanciful creatures and Tolkien-esque scenes.

I made dolls and stuffed animals and toys for my kiddos
I don’t think there was anything I would get rid of.
I made rugs from old tee shirts, quilts from old scraps,
candles from crayons and paraffin wax.

Corn husks became dollies, I restored antiques
before Martha and pinterest and shabby was chic.
Then came weaving (backstrap) and weaving with beads.
Macrame, the gateway craft that leads…

…to quilling with quills and quilling with paper
and miniature crafting, like a form of escape.
Foil candy wrappers folded like stars.
The wood burning tools that left nasty scars.

I’ve wire wrapped beads, I’ve carved and I’ve felted,
made oddly shaped flowers from plastic I’ve melted,
What started as freebie, recycled, make do,
has cost me a fortune in supplies and glue.

Maybe someone should organize an intervention
to separate me from my crafty inventions.
But please wait until all my projects are done
That’ll be, let me see… when I’m a hundred and one!

 

#62

Thoughts on Morality

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A truly moral person does the right thing.
Not because rules, laws, or dogma say they must.
Not out of fear of retribution or punishment if they don’t.
Not for personal gain, praise, or reward.
Not because it is expedient, or easy.
The truly moral person does what’s right
because it is right.

 

#61

Travelling Light

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If I’d been looking back
to see where I had been
I probably would have stumbled on
opportunities unseen.

So I’ll leave the past in the past.
It’s gone, and it’s done its part.
Whatever I need to remember
is already stored in my heart.

Eyes wide to the future, I step out
and leave the baggage behind.
I’m travelling lighter now-a-days
if only in my mind.
#60

Fad Foods

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New superfoods appear each day
midst claims of health and slender waists
that can be yours if you eat them
no matter how vile they may taste.

Once it was oat bran and now it’s kale
acai berries I can’t  pronounce.
Some I tried and some I found
I couldn’t put inside my mouth.

But then there was the red wine craze
and dark chocolate anti-oxidants,
Those I’ll keep even if
I have to buy some stretchy pants.

I’m tired of worrying about food
of feeling guilty if I cheat
and actually enjoy a meal.
Now I just close my eyes and eat.
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