Rumor Has It

Rumor has it that things are taking place,
No reason, no rhyme, no saving face,
Your unwelcome attention drives me mad,
But rumor has it that your crazy just a tad,

Tongues that go wagging, words meant to cut,
Makes me rise higher because I feel them in my gut,
Words are my friends and I use them well,
You just didn't know it, I guess you couldn't tell,

And the gossip mill is spinning with all that hot air,
Your lies are my friend they make you seem bare,
I am who I am and I am sorry for your fate,
The words you spew speak for your hate,

My words won't change they speak true,
Rumor has it that you don't have a clue,
The more you lie and try to sow dissent,
Show wasted words, your character's spent,

I know that I can rise above your lies,
My character speaks words while yours die,
So I will continue to be me no matter what,
And rumor can have it your lies are just that.

Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving is coming approaching too fast,
Nobody notices anymore the die is cast,
They are giving it up to barge right on through,
To Christmas day and it makes me blue,
A holiday meant to be for the bounty,
Thankful for friends in the next county,
Pilgrims and Indians celebrating as one,
Thankful and Grateful for all they had done,
The very first feast was all about food,
The harvests that year were awfully good,
The Indians they taught the Pilgrims good stuff,
How to live on a continent with barely enough,
How to grow crops way out of season,
And give thanks for the bounty without reason,
Two different people coming together,
Without any prompting what so ever,
Maybe we can learn something after all,
The lessons are there if we heed the call,
Be thankful every day for all that you got,
And learn to appreciate your life and your lot,
Take the time and just enjoy Thanksgiving,
Leave Christmas in December and start living,
The stores need to close and give time off,
For people to appreciate and have enough,
Time off to enjoy this day with family and friends,
Opportunity abounds around every bend,
Remember the first time they celebrated this day,
And learn history's lesson it will lead the way.

The Tudor Dynasty

The whole fate of England hangs in the balance,

King Henry the VII is coming he is very valiant,

Margaret Beaufort finally has her prayers answered,

Her son becomes king because he lived and served,

According to her it was all in God's plan,

And now all the traitors are explicitly banned,

From the court and the life they once knew,

Some heads will be chopped peace will rule,

But to venture near the crown puts one in peril,

And his reign will be held like wine in a barrel,

Maybe he was mad like his forefathers before him,

With the strain of it all his sanity slowly dimming,

Because he swears that there are so many,

Plotting to take his reign for a single penny,

He will never know peace in his own mind,

For the death of two princes at his hand, was he blind?

The one thing he knows he has found a good wife,

In her he finds the one thing he has never had in life,

And as a result a solid relationship blooms,

Out of a marriage that everybody says was doomed,

He finds the peace that he seeks in his new queen,

She loves him and guides him to Margaret's chagrin,

He has been on the run and hiding through life,

And finally he can stop and enjoy his new wife,

And Elizabeth plays her part as queen to the hilt,

And together the Tudor Dynasty is finally built,

But if you think the throne is finally secure,

The madness is just starting waiting for more,

Their son Henry the VIII is standing in line,

And his reign will be madness a sure sign,

He will never have a son to secure the throne,

And finally a female will rule on her own.

The House on the Hill

There stands a faded mansion on the edge of town on a hill,
A forlorn branch from a forlorn tree scrapes the window sill,
The front porch has seen better days the paint is all chipped,
And any past time of elegance, time has severely stripped,

The shutters that once hung so pretty are hanging all askew,
And the metal roof is rusty but was beautiful when it was new,
Today it's just an abandoned house that has seen better days,
And on this Halloween night listen closely to what I have to say,

Every house that has ever been built tends to have a tale,
This one is no different so listen closely as I regale,
The story of this house that has seen much better times,
Gather round and listen as the midnight hour chimes,

The garden paths are obliterated, age has done its job,
Listen very closely now you may still hear her sob,
A lovely lady owned this place and lost everything,
On that stormy night when her husband went missing,

A vengeful sea, hungry for every last ship in its sight,
Took this lady's captain away without even a fight,
They say she died from the grief of it all and still to this day,
If you listen you can hear her crying that's what the townsfolk say,

They also say if you sit quietly you may see her float by,
Moaning and crying to herself her hands held up to the sky,
Cursing the gods and lamenting about a heart that never heals,
Another time another place her sorrow she will make you feel,

All of the love that she felt for her man, her one and only love,
And if you approach the front porch you may get a little shove,
Such a sad tale with such a sad end leaves scars that still abide,
And when you hear her mourning you could think she's still alive,

But that is not to be this night we have not heard a single cry,
Look right there do you see what I see?  She is floating right on by,
And look even further there is another ghost calling for her to come,
She is floating happily forward to that ghost, do hear the drums?

As she approaches the other ghost gives her such a courtly bow,
And she flings her spirit into him I cant believe its happening now,
They are re-united on this Halloween night right before our eyes,
And now this quiet little town will no longer have to suffer her cries.

New owners at last are working so hard to make it look brand new,
But even they say that now that she's gone the place still feels a little blue,
And they say that they still sometimes see the captain and his wife,
They are reunited at last and still in love, in death as they were in life.

Halloween Night

Halloween can be an eerily creepy night,

Filled with things to make you die of fright,

The kids trick or treat  totally unaware,

Of the nightly things going on screaming beware,

They do not see the bat waiting to change,

into a blood thirsty creature seeking a vein,

Nor do they see the ghosts looking around,

for a place to haunt that isn't hallowed ground,

They knock on all the doors hoping for a treat,

While the world all around sounds the retreat,

For the creepy crawlies coming out of the earth,

Or the zombies crying out loud for a re-birth,

Parents watch your children as fate is riding high,
They disappear like magic, in the blink of an eye,

A witch could sweep down from the sky riding on a broom,

And grab a child so quickly with just a little room, 

The kids will never see the danger coming right for them,
That is your job as parents-keep them safe from mayhem,
Kids are so excited and they do not see the tolls,

Of The price they may have to pay on this night of old souls.

No Other

No other love would stand the test of time, 
No other love would feel so sublime, 
No other love would be so strong, 
No other love would last so long, 
No other love could hit you like a long shot,
No other love could burn so bright, so hot, 
No other love could forgive past mistakes, 
No other love could heal heartaches, 
No other love would make you feel this great, 
No other love would anticipate a first date, 
No other love would be so carefree, so wild, 
No other love-except the love between a mother and a child.

Thinking of Tomorrow

What is wrong with this world today?,
People always worry what their neighbors say,
They always compete to keep up with the Jones,
And along the way they cast the stones,
That somehow always come back to haunt them,
They should act like each day is a precious gem,
A gem that a higher power has bestowed,
So they could have a chance to know,
The happiness that true friends can bring,
Instead they walk around like they're missing something,
And when the answer rings loud and clear,
They hang they're heads and pretend not to hear,
For a valuable lesson they have learned,
It is better to love than for hatred to burn,
and when they begin this new life with love,
all of the problems they will rise above!

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder what my life could be, 
Sometimes I wonder about life's uncertainty, 
Sometimes I think I'm a know it all, 
And Sometimes I think i missed the call, 
Sometimes happens more often than not, 
Sometimes be grateful for your lot, 
Sometimes life cant go your way, 
And when you think they wont, they may, 
So Sometimes when you think life is hard, 
Or that your life has dealt you not a card, 
Sometimes think of the people who care, 
Sometimes you'll see you get more than your share. 
Sometimes think of a butterfly on the wind, 
Sometimes think of the beauty that's within, 
And sometimes you will soon come to see, 
That this is what life is supposed to be. 

The Curb Jumper

How did that curb jump up in front of me?
And make me fall flat most unbecomingly,
A broken foot is the battle wound needing to mend,
To the hospital in an ambulance I did not intend,
So here I am now sitting my foot in a boot,
Lifted up from the floor the pain finally moot,
My knees are all scraped and continue to burn,
My ego is deflated my pride stubbornly torn,
An embarrasing act with too many witnesses,
Co-workers and bosses laughing at my fitness,
Well not really laughing and definitely concerned,
They came right through for me undeterred,
I can honestly say my name should be grace,
Maybe somehow that could help me save face,
One thing I know for sure most definitely,
I will stay away from that curb indefinitly,
So to the rear of the building with no curb to bite me,
I will park there and walk there and stay upright and see,
Who is the next person that curb will bite,
Not me for sure I will stay out of it's sight.

Love Lost

The barren winter scene looks so forlorn,
Just ice on the branches the leaves all shorn,
She cries on in the day like the night before,
Her heart has been shattered she can stand no more,
The love letters that flowed for years and years,
Dried up overnight but cannot dry her tears,
For a love that was so great just meant to be,
Her shattered heart, in the end, is just a tragedy,
She thought it was real the love that she felt,
But for him just a fling just another heart to melt,
And melt hers he did in so many ways,
His touch or his kiss could make hers sway,
She said to herself she would marry him someday,
But she wasn't good enough for him they say,
And through all her tears and cries for the past,
She wonders will she find a love that will ever last,
She cannot think of things that may be in the future,
For now her tears are acting just like a suture,
Mending her heart but encasing it in ice,
She decides then and their love is not nice,
She will never again wear her heart on her sleeve,
Where men like him can play it and leave it to freeze,

And now looking at the scene several months later,
The trees have their leaves spring is here- nothing greater,
Her heart feels the sun and begins to respond,
The ice melts so slowly the hurt still hasn't gone,
But the sun seems to be working it's magic,
She thinks of bygone days that seem so tragic,
Of the love that she lost just this past winter,
It doesn't hurt so bad now feels like a splinter,
And the days are so lovely just out of reach,
So she goes with her friends and heads to the beach,
Time to let the hurt go away and begin to heal,
A few moments was all she had left to steal,
She spends the day in the sand hanging with friends,
Where all day she was normal at least she can pretend,
She must get on with her life let go of the past,
But still she wonders why love did not last,
Will she mourn his loss for the rest of her days,
Or find someone else to help find the way,
Finding someone else is out of the question,
So she hangs on to the pieces with her depression,
And on her way home she cannot help but shop,
And buy flowers for his grave, she has one more stop.

Suffer the Children

A girl all alone sits on her bed praying for salvation,
A little boy cries in the night for the wrongs of this nation,
Pedophiles are released to carry on their lives as if it didn't matter,
Of whose child they abused I don't know what is sadder,
That we continue to let these criminals go causes me to worry,
Suffer the children, oh lord, listen for once to this story,
The little girl that is praying for you to please come and save her,
That man that her mommy calls love is bound to come in a blur,
The things he does to her body makes it hurt all over,
And tomorrow he will act as if nothing is wrong when he is sober,
Why does he do those horrible things when he visits her bedroom?
He is supposed to love her mother yet his love fills her with doom,
If he is going to be part of her mothers life she will have to run away,
He has already taught her too much about life she hangs her head in shame,
And believes that it is all caused because of something that she does,
She doesn't understand it is not her fault he does it just because,
And mommy the one person who is supposed to love and protect,
Has failed miserably surrounded by drugs she sadly loses her quest,
And the little boy that lives all the way on the other side of town,
Crying into the night he saves the fight for the road he must go down,
The woman his daddy is seeing hates him and gladly shows it,
As daddy goes out to go to work he prays silently where he sits,
But no matter how quietly he sits she will still find a way,
To beat him and black and blue why can't she just go away?
He remembers what it was like with his dad before she came along,
Yet his dad is blinded by her love and doesn't see what she does wrong,
He is tired as hell of this woman who fills his world with her hate,
He wishes to the core of his soul his dad could find someone else to date,
His Dad never listens to him but always believes in her lies,
Oh that bruise?  He got that when he fell off the slide,
He is a normal red blooded American boy playing at the park,
And these things just seem to happen to him it is such a lark,
His dad refuses to see how his boy is changing her hate consumes him,
He wants to scream at the entire world, hatred fills him to the brim,
Daddy won't see what is front of him he claims he loves her still,
And daddy wants him to shut his mouth and he does because he knows the drill,
Suffer the children of this earth oh Lord did you know how it all would turn out?
That the children today would suffer this much I am sure you saw - no doubt,
Can't someone just for once show these poor kids how much they have to give,
And free them from their bonds so that they can be just what they are-just kids.

What a week!

What a week!

Oh wow what a week, busy as a bee,

Not a single moment to let loose, be me,

Mid term was a bear studying every night,

Work was not much better everyone out like a light,

Our government can't get along they think they wear a crown,

And while they all bicker our government shuts down,

People on furlough they are hurting us with out a care,

Why should they care they are still getting their share,

It just kills the working class people who are barely hanging on,

Who fight for an old belief,  whose days may be long gone,

A way of life they have known for all of their lives,

Is gone now buzzing in the past like an ancient beehive,

People are losing their dreams of a country in the past,

And wondering how long their savings will continue to last,

And turn on the news these days its all filled with propaganda,

Losing sight of the right they fought for it's called the  miranda,

Our children are going to be left with this mess we call our country,

The debts of the next generation to pay who cares as long as they are comfy,

And one morning driving to work my head filled with these thoughts,

What happened to the country I knew, for which our forefathers fought,

I say it is time to step up and say that we can take no more,

Of your governance and intolerance and more that you have in store,

For your middle class people who are losing their ground slipping to poverty,

Everyone else can see it except those in the powers that be,

But isn't it our jobs as citizens to right the wrongs of those in control?

And only until we can do that will we be relieved of paying that toll,
While the government realizes for all their sins the people must pay,
I am glad to make it through the week, especially glad it is FRIDAY!

A Jewish Family

A Jewish Family

His family they are huddling, listening for the footsteps,

Wondering who tonight the Gestapo have come to arrest,

Their friends and their families have all gone away,

Their union is strong but how much will they have to pay,

For the closed minded horror that this new regime brings,

And the people they hate - they  hate just about everything,

Through it all they hide in a bunker that his hands steadily built,

But in this instant his father looks around defeated with the guilt,

For not having had enough money to get his family away safely,

He pleads on deaf ears to his god to lead his family to safety,

It goes on and on as they hide hidden away from the world,

This family is fighting everyday including a boy and a girl,

One son and one daughter, whom they love way too much,

They hide them away from the world where they start to lose touch,

They manage to hide for years thanks to his Pa's great thinking,

And one night the boy becomes a  man without even blinking,

Unaware of the danger  his dad goes out to find some food,

He is surrounded in the forest and instantly is gone for good,

The Nazi's have come rounding up all the people that are in hiding,

They hear the screaming and the gunshots in the hole where they are abiding,

Shaking and Nervous they wait and they pray for this war to end very soon, 

One day they will return home to their farm, where they have plenty of room,

If they are found they will be sent off to a concentration camp if they are lucky,

They are fighting for their lives but in this hole, their nerves are feeling plucky,

They are bickering a lot amongst themselves, nervous, confined to that hole,

The Nazi's have stolen their homes and their lives but they cannot have their souls,

And then one day they notice something is strangely out of place,

After hours of debating the silence,  they slowly creep out of their base,

People are wandering everywhere and one person screams and shouts,

"Our dreams have finally come true- the War is over just about!"

After 4 years of hiding,  this family starts the walk to their home,

And realize that someone is living in it and it is no longer their own,

Their Old neighbor takes them in and gives them a place to stay,

They save their money and buy back the farm living for a new day,

The work is so hard and starting over a chore especially for the boy,

But he does it as a lasting tribute to his dad who the Nazi's used as a toy,

And then one day in blinding sun while out plowing the fields to the east,

The sweating boy looks up from his plough to see a starving beast,

The beast is walking towards him with a limp and a huge smile,

The smile widens and is coming closer, closing the distance of miles,

The boy is mesmerized watching and he can't believe his eyes when he sees,

The beast is not a beast at all but a human that was hidden by the trees,

And the boy is taken aback as he recognizes the man not seen for years,
The same eyes are smiling back at him and both sets are full of tears.

How I feel today

Here I sit surrounded with work for school,

On such a lovely morning what's a girl to do,

I am trying really hard to study I promise I am,

But how can a girl study when the day beckons like a lamb,

The sun is shining high and a cool ocean breeze blows,

And all my good intentions are gone as I look out the window,

I want to be out there on this glorious day and hop about, insane,

Not stuck in front of this computer trying to write about things so lame,

I don't want to know right now how to recruit for a job,

Or writing a business plan right now makes me want to sob,

I want to be at the ocean enjoying the beautiful day,

The ocean breeze blowing all my cares away............

Today is a sad one indeed

For those that do not know me personally, today has been a very sad day for me.  I just found out that one of my best friends from High Schools neice was involved in a shooting and is clinging to her life in shock trauma.  This I write for you Kristen Loetz and for your brave friend CJ who gave his life trying to protect you!

For Kristen and CJ

I live this life and look around and see,
So much violence today what are we,
doing to our young that they think this is okay,
I wish I could turn these morbid thoughts away,
A beautiful girl cut down in her prime,
No thought to reason no thought to rhyme,
Living her life to be a nurse, attending school,
Shot down at her home by someone so cruel,
A boy who was an ex decided that day,
A gun to end the hurt was the only way,
I don't know where the violence will end,
But my love to her family I wish to send,
I pray so hard that she will pull through,
And one day be able to finish school,
Its sad all around no matter how you look,
The seriousness of this crime that this young man took
Not only did he shoot her but also her friend,
Who stepped in to to help her, tried to make amends,
Her friend tried to calm him down but there was no end,
To the violence in him and now the friend is dead,
Shot for just being there and trying to help her,
But the violence in this young man a friend could not deter,
It's bad stuff all around and while I sit weeping,
For my friend and her family my thoughts are creeping,
I hope and I pray the young woman pulls through,
And does all in her life that she is meant to do,
And for now all that I know is I will continue to pray,
Words are never enough to say what I need to say,
For all of her loved ones that hold her so dear,
These Words are so empty to them I fear,
But maybe with some time and help from above,
They can know how much we pray, how much they are loved.

Thank God

Watching the sunshine fade into night,
Fills you with awe an amazing sight,
And what about that feeding humming bird,
Fluttering his wings so fast his image is blurred,
And That family of rabbits hopping to their den,
No one that's seen them knows where they've been,
And the mosquito's now are starting to buzz,
As day fades to night, they buzz just because,
It's nature's true call in all of it's glory,
Children settle down for bedtime stories,
And as busy as your day has been,
Just sit down and think of what you have seen,
Nothing compares to a warm soft wind,
Or the sound of a creek softly bubbling,
The soft light that descends from the sun,
Reminds us of summers full of fun,
The day now is coming to a close,
Did you enjoy the smell of that rose?
And just when you sigh and call it a day,
Did you think just once and stop to pray,
To thank God for all that is right on earth,
Or do you give God a super wide berth?
For if not for the creator who gave us this gift,
These beautiful sights meant to uplift,
Then who should we thank when we appreciate,
These wonderful gifts that only he could create?

Things that go Boom in the Night

The whole world sits back and watches sulkily,

As chemical bombs hit the people of this dynasty,

Children dying and crying all through the night,

This nation is struggling with all of its might,

The world sits back and watches so unsure,

Of who ordered what of who is keeping score,

All that matters is the innocent with their lives are paying,

The ultimate price while leaders are obeying,

Trying to conform to the letter of the law,

Watching in silence they hem and they haw,

What's to be done for the people that are dying,

Is anyone's guess the whole world is crying,

The government's of the world shrugging their shoulders,

While all around these people bombs are dropping like boulders,

Filled with chemicals meant to maim and kill,

The cries of the people tormented and shrill,

How can the world sit back and do nothing,

They would rather sit back instead of doing something,

While innocent people live in horror everyday,

Afraid to sleep you can hear them pray,

Someone must do something without second thought,

Of the cost to themselves other wars have been fought,

To oust the people responsible for this atrocity,

They should pay the ultimate price for this monstrosity,

And God forbid the countries that could lend a hand,

Are fought by their own people stick their heads in the sand,

The people are rioting and picketing and protesting,

While these people die,  they are in their beds nesting,

It's not their concern the affairs of the world

As long as they don't have to pay with their sons or their girls,

Concerned for themselves and all in their keeping,

These people can die who cares stop your weeping,

Well sleep tight tonight in your beds while they fight,

Afraid of all things that go boom in the night.

If buildings could talk

What would this building say if it could talk?

Words that can be said not written in chalk,

Especially one that has seen so much,

What it would it say if we could just touch?

Would it tell of lovers in each other arms?

Filled with the passion of it's secluded charm,

A hunger filled passion bumping it's wall,

A couple joined together feeling 10 feet tall,

Would it tell the story of a child riding a bike,

Learning for the first time oh what a hike?

His little legs pedaling as fast as he can

He crashes the bike and cries on becoming a man,

And the little girl who lined up her dolls so pretty,

On the doorstep of the building it seems so silly,

That a building could share what has happened before,

It could tell tales for hours creating it's own folklore,

For all that has happened down through the years,

Buildings can tell of happy times- crowds that cheer,

They can tell the true story of the history,

That surrounds the world with mystery,

Good times, bad time and everything in between,

A building could tell tales of things that are unseen.

Day 31, Saturday. 10 things that you are grateful for today

Well today is the last day of our "Blog for August" Marathon.  There are so many things to be grateful for and narrowing it down to ten will be fun.  I will write more poetry along the way but probably not everyday as I have a very hectic school semester this fall.  Until next time enjoy!

I am grateful for so many things
 so here is my list sure to bring,
A smile to your face for everything nice
 filled to the brim with sugar and spice,
The first thing I can say I am grateful for,
My loving husband who is never a bore,
Finding a man who is a soul mate,
to share my life- thank god for this fate,
A daughter named Tiffany who is my heart,
An awesome young lady from the start,
And then there is Meghan my second born child,
Who fills my life with her spirit all of the while,
And let's not forget my beautiful Crystal,
She can make me laugh she is such a pistol,
And never forget I have the greatest son,
Cory I love you for all you have done,
And last but not least would have to be,
Elizabeth the teacher I am proud to see,
All of my children have found their way,
In a world of confusion I have to say,
I am proud of them all they are all great adults,
I am grateful they have turned out with amazing results,
The 7th thing I am grateful for is the rest of my family,
Who watch my mistakes and make me see,
that family is the best when you let love guide you,
We are family after all stuck together like glue,
The eighth thing to be grateful for my a gift to write,
A dream turned reality finally coming to light,
And you my readers would be my ninth thing,
To thank god for your patience while I get my wings,
And the tenth would be for friends and this life that I live,
For giving me the gifts to be able to give what I give.
And there it is done my list of things to be grateful,
may my life continue to be loving and never be hateful.

Day 30, Friday. A celebrity crush from your youth – spill the beans!

Only one more to go after this :-(

A child hood crush has got to be,

One of the toughest especially,

When your crush is known far and wide,

Listen close and I will confide,

The only boy for me as a teen,

was Richie Sambora if it could have been,

I wish I had met him when I had my looks,

My youth is spent I wish I had took,

a chance to go and get to know him,

But I already knew that chance was slim,

So I just went on with my own life,

And forgot about becoming this mans wife,

His guitar to this day still makes me shudder,

And to look at him now makes my heart flutter,

He has only gotten better looking with age,

Eye candy for sure playing on that stage,

With his life long pal and a band named bon jovi,

He was special then  and now special indeed,

So his name is secretly engraved on my heart,

That way I know we are never apart.

Day 29, Thursday. A funny memory

It sure has been challenging and fun!  We are down to the final 3 days of our blog posts and I must say it has been a wonderful experience for me!  My writing has really taken off and my blog has over 1400 views in less than a month!  This to me, as a writer, says more than any dollar sign ever could!  I know people are reading my poems and that is all I want and more!  Thank you to my readers you make it all worthwhile! Now on to today's post!

A funny memory there are so many, how do I narrow it down to one?
I am thinking and remembering something so funny, I almost peed my pants when it was done,
A memory to me that is bittersweet but I can not seem to remember anything else,
Except how I cried because I laughed so hard the tears I wiped away myself,

Some people will not think this story so funny especially when I tell you what we saw,
We went to the movies that night to see Eddie Murphy on stage in his production of "Raw",
The movie itself was hilarious but what made me laugh was the irony of Eddie's words,
He was living my life up on that screen every word hit home the moment was so absurd,

His laughing and joking about infidelity and divorce had me rolling on my side,
The man sitting next to me stonily could only stare because he knew he had lied,
And me sitting there next to him pretending that I didn't have a clue,
About where he had been that day and more importantly with who,

Time has a way healing a heart and by this time I was pretty much done,
I was wishing at this point for divorce but wanted him to be the one,
To suggest leaving and slamming that door so I could just move on,
But alas it just fizzled out along with the things that he had done,

We never talked about that day and his long lists of indiscretions,
My life moved on without him but I am grateful for the lessons,
Of how a man is not supposed to treat a wife especially one so good,
It opened my heart and my life to a man who treats his wife as he should.

Day 28, Wednesday. Selfie! Share a favourite photo of yourself or take a new one

This is one of my most fabulous pictures!  It is the picture of myself with my husband and our granddaughter, Anna, out for a day on the river.  It was a picture perfect day with all of us surrounded by our greatest treasure- our family.  It is the great days like this that make a life worth living.  Need I say more?

Day 27, Tuesday. Five interview questions for a historical figure

If I had a chance to interview anyone that ever lived,
What would be the questions to ask what would I give?
The person I would want to interview would have to be,
Eleanor of Acquitaine who better to ask besides she?
Married to two kings and kept in the tower,
Mother to princes oh why the bother?
What would you do different if you could?
Would be the first question if you would,
Be so kind as to answer this- historians would agree,
The most important question for us from history,
The second would have to be what did you learn?
From all the drama of your time it's your turn,
To tell us your story in your own words,
Why did you back Richard? Would have to be the third,
And were you surprised to live in a time,
Where women were disregarded and kept in a hard line?
Henry tried everything and labeled you traitor,
What would you say to him now in a time so much greater?
Would it make a difference if you had lived now,
Where women can vote - stand up and take a bow,
Because you see if you had not suffered and did what you did,
Women today would be slighter still fighting for a bid,
To be considered equals by all the men in the land,
Thank you for your service and lending your hand,
And what would you think of this world that we live in,
This woman before her time would think it full of sin,
She could dress like a man and fight for her family,
She could lead her sons to greatness without going boldly,
Her world would have been so different no tower to keep her,
She could give her support and have a voice without saying sir,
She would be a force to be reckoned with, Oh the tales to be told,
And history as we know it would never unfold.
Could she appreciate the times and how she helped us get here,
Or would she opt out to stay in her time over there?
Her sacrifices were great and her life anything but sublime,
She was a great woman of history born way before her time.

Day 26, Monday. Ten things that make you smile

Day 26, Monday. Ten things that make you smile

Ten things that make you smile

In poetry this might take a while,

The first is my husband's kiss,

The second my fabulous sis,

The third would have to be my mom,

The fourth my dad quite the bomb,

The fifth would be my sons and daughters,

The sixth studying England history matters,

The seventh a butterfly on a flower,

The eight A burning hot shower,

The ninth would be the love that fills me,

The tenth boating in summer out on the sea,

These are the things that can make me smile,

And leave me with good feelings all the while.

Day 25, Sunday. Describe a recent dream

The palm trees are blowing like dust in the wind,

The warm breeze from the ocean caresses like a second skin,

Laying on the beach it is such a beautiful sunshiny day,

Children and Adults alike are abundant,  joyfully at play,

I look up from my book and take a look around,

Families are cooking, talking and laughter abounds,

And one little girl frolicking on the north side of the shore,

Throws an old piece of driftwood for her dog once more,

What a wonderful day to spend the day on the beach,

Watching all the activity my whole world is at peace,

So I pick up my book with a smile on my face,

Continue to read while the world keeps up pace,

It is such a wonderful day this one I will remember,

Tuck it down in my brain so one day a memory surrenders,

Everything about this day and how perfect it was,

A dream is a dream but oh what a buzz!

Day 24, Saturday. Learn about something you know nothing about and share five facts

Okay so I am learning the French Language for the first time and the five facts that stand out the most are:

1.  The language is hard to learn online.  I should have taken a face to face class.

2.  I am stubborn so will persevere with learning it.

3.  I will learn it but I doubt if I will ever be a conversationalist!

4.  It is a very pretty but tough language.

5.  I do not think I will ever get the tongue roll down.

I am giving it my all but at this point am totally confused.  I am hoping some strange light will go off in my head and everything will come together all at once.  Like a light bulb.  Then one day I will wake up and everything I am learning will all come together and I will be fluent in French!  Bonjour!

Day 23, Friday. Spend $5

PAYING IT FORWARD

Pay it forward when you can,
Especially with only five dollars to spend,
I took pity on this family,
Donated my five to charity,
This family I met stuck at the pump,
Were down and out on their luck,
Fuel gauge on their car sitting on e,
I felt so bad for them I gave gladly,
I know that five dollars is not a lot,
But it was more than this family had got,
It got them home that donated five,
And made me feel good - I came alive,
The little things always count,
For a family full of obstacles to surmount,
I gave it gladly to pay it forward,
Now this family feels less cornered,
So lets all chip in and do our part,
And give the world a brand new start,
Its the things we do that others see,
That will let us remain wild and free,
Do not judge just give what you can,
Helping another gives us hope in man,
It also makes the world a better place to live,
So be good in your heart and for once just give.

Day 22 5 Online Shopping links!

Okay My Five favorite online stores:

1. My NUMBER one site is AMAZON!

     http://www.amazon.com/

2. The next is Nextag:

     http://www.nextag.com

3.  Next is Ebay:

     http://www.ebay.com

4.  Cannot forget Barnes and Noble!

     http://www.barnesandnoble.com/u/NOOK-Book-eBook-store/379003094/

5. Last but not least would be Audible!

    http://www.audible.com/ref=wl_mst_tnaft_4?              ie=UTF8&pf_rd_r=0DX6XE5SJFJS0578P857&pf_rd_m=A2ZO8JX97D5MN9&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_i=400&pf_rd_p=1605043442&pf_rd_s=top-nav-ftx

Day 21, Wednesday. Twenty-one: photos, memories or stories from this year of your life (if you’re not yet 21, choose another age)

I remember what I did when I was 21,

Living alone was a lot of fun,

One of the best years of my life,

A newlywed then a new wife,

A husband that served in the Army,

Moved me away to Hawaii,

I didn't have to work so it was fun,

Laying around soaking up the sun,

Made great friends that I remember,

Warm all year round even December,

Not many kids my age I guess,

Can say they did the same without duress,

I was the girl that did what she wanted,

Left home and family, all alone, undaunted,

To get on with my life away from parents,

Where I could be me so transparent,

I did my thing while I was there

And lived my life without a care,

Smoking weed and partying all night,

Made life seem like it was alright,

It was the way of life that I loved the most,

Hawaii is captivating I was engrossed,

I tried my hand a little at drinking,

I did some things without thinking,

Drinking never took to me,

Nor I to it I preferred the weed,

It was a great time to be had, 

I miss it now just a tad.

I think I just miss my youth,

And there you have it just the truth.

Day 20, Tuesday. Three smells that bring back memories

Growing Up in Maryland

Have you ever had a crab steamed in Old Bay?

If I smell it now it can whisk me away,

To the days when I was just a child,

The smell is pungent and just a tad wild,

It reminds me of mother teaching me how to pick the meat,

Out of that hard shell such hard work but Oh what a treat!

The brown paper and mallets covering the tables,

Picking until your fingers are sore and you are unable,

And another smell that comes to remind me of a memory,

is the smell of honeysuckle vines growing around a tree,

As children we would wait for the vines to flower,

And climb up to the tree house and play for hours,

Smelling those flowers all around us in our play,

Made for very good memories to recall today,

And every time I remember that strong smell,

I remember my friends and the tales we would tell,

And the smell of a bakery can catapult me back,

To a time spent with father with the rest of the pack,

Eating Marshmallow donuts to our hearts delight,

That smell can take me there without even a fight,

These are the smells that remind me that I was once a kid,

Of the sights that surrounded me the things that I did,

And I wouldn't take it back for anything in the world,

These smells remind me of what it was like to be a little girl.

Day 19, Monday. The Bucket List – three things that you are yet to achieve

DREAMING IN A BIG WAY

I am dreaming in a big way to get the things I want,

I studied and I learned the computer and know how to change a font,

This skill I know will help me all my dreams to fulfill,

And spell check also is important to help me climb that hill,

There is one very important thing in my life that I have yet to achieve,

I want to tour all of Europe I don't care how I get there as long as I can see,

The castles, the history, the architecture that all these countries bring,

I could never be over there long enough to be able to see everything,

And my computer skills will be wasted if I don't write my book,

One day you may even see me on your Kindle or maybe your Nook,

My blog is a way for me to test these oh so turbulent waters,

But unless I finally sit down and write what does it really matter?

And lastly I hope before I take my last breath that I could meet the Queen,

But she is busy and I am sure that this dream will have to remain unseen,

But how I would love to test out the practice and be able to finally curtsy to her,

But alas I am a grounded person and I know this is just a dream, yes sir!

I keep my eyes on the prize and try with all my might to make these things come true,

And maybe someday as I learn the ropes they will but if they don't I have a clue,

That no matter if I do or if I don't I have achieved a lot and my life will have turned out okay,

My children and my family have my heart and soul and nothing can take that away.

Day 18, Sunday. The Bucket List – three things that you’ve achieved

People would be shell shocked to learn about me,
And all of the things that I have achieved;
Important things that make me so happy;
Without bragging or becoming too sappy,

I managed to raise four healthy kids,
Respectful and honest in what they did,
All grown up now they have left the nest,
Motherhood to me was a mighty test,

I managed to get through my wild teen years,
I learned my lessons and shed some tears,
Did some wild things back in the day,
But here I am standing and doing okay,

And lastly I managed to get a degree,
to better myself because that's just me,
It was hard work and took a long time,
But now look at me I am doing just fine,

There are many more things that I could say,
I am proud of myself in a brand new way,
There are things on the list I still want to do,
But alas the list is almost empty there are so few.

Another writing prompt - Its gets those creative words flowing!

The Prompt:

Life is a Domino

The path we take is never set in concrete;

Like a line of dominoes falling down so neat;

Our path can lead down a road never seen;

The other path makes us wonder what could have been;

But to live the life your supposed to be living;

Can be mightier than a sword bent on giving;

One persons life that fatal blow to kill;

The memories I carry haunt me still;

What if I had the fortitude to withstand the fight;

Did I really live with all of my might?

And how much does karma play a part;

on gifting me with a loving and giving heart?

So I have come to see that a path left untrodden;

Leaves what if memories best left forgotten;

And if you would walk that path now and see;

What do you think would happen to be;

The outcome would be pretty similar to now;

Different people in your life leaves you wondering how;

You are on this path because of life's blows;

The decisions you make the seeds you sow;

So live your life for today and never wonder what if,

The sands of time will continue to shift,

You are on the path you are meant to be on;

Falling down like a domino is part of the fun!

Day 17, Saturday. Time Travel – where would you go and why?

IT COULD HAVE BEEN 1500 SOMETHING

If I could travel back in time where would I go?

Who would I see? Who would I know?

America wouldn't even be a country quite yet,

The year would be 1500 something I bet,

To whom would my allegiance be sworn?

If 1505 was the year that I was born?

Henry Tudor would be the English King,

How would I survive without central heating?

Oh the joy I think to realize this land,

Long before my living even began,

Would I inspire this fickle sovereign,

To change history to something decidedly foreign?

And if I came to see this dream come true,

Would I be happy there or would I be blue?

Would Henry really love me if I gave him a son?

Or would it be off with my head when the whole thing was done?

It's easy to believe even with all the facts,

That I could live there with him and never look back,

Surrounded by the court and all of its gossip,

But could I survive being in the king's pocket?

Would he fall in love at first sight the moment he saw me?

Would our passion burn so bright re-writing history?

It's easy to dream about what could have been,

Especially when you don't know how you will sin,

Chances are I would Have wound up like poor Anne,

And my life would be dead before it began,

Coming not to the court through noble birth,

People of England laughing I don't share their mirth,

I would probably end up in some English Brothel,

Wondering where I went wrong living in a hostel,

Laying with the nobility for the coin to be spared,

Hoping and wishing that somebody cared,

So time travel for me is no longer appealing,

When I think of all that could happen its very revealing,

So I think I will just stick to the time I am given,

And continue to live the life that I choose to be living.

Day 16, Friday. A first – do something that you’ve never done before and share

Something Old and Something New

Why do something new you say?

Well lets just start I will show the way,

you never know what life will throw at you,

so be prepared to change and start anew,

Sometimes change can bring good things,

And all the joys that new things bring,

I was quiet and alone when starting college,

Missed plenty of new springtime foliage,

I struggled a lot at first especially at math,

But I got it down and now am on a new path,

Working for my first bachelor's degree,

I wanted to prove myself smart to my family,

But now the hard part is over and in a short while,

We will all be laughing and hugging all with a smile,

As I walk that stage and get to the core of my dream,

I gave up a lot of things as worthless as it seems,

I have not given up and continue to fight,

For everything in this world that doesn't seem right,

And it all started out because of a dream that came late,

I chomped at that hook that was hidden with bait,

I tried something new for once in my life,

and never gave up and gave one hell of a fight,

And now it all seems heavenly this ironic fate,

That got me my degree as I turned forty eight.