White Blindness

Snow falls, white blindness,

Clouds the vision and hides,

The flaws the world sees,

When the sun is shining,

Freezing night, creates ice,

Blankets the earth and covers,

All the inhumane deeds,

That come out in summer,

Frost comes, slick and wet,

Creating chaos in its wake,

People pray for the warmth,

That only summer brings.

White sand beaches dazzle,

The sun sets on the ocean,

Bright Kaleidoscopes of color,

All is right in the world.

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.