STEPHANIE

Stephanie

She says, “The bluebird of happiness gave her the bird.”

Or  “life can be peachy or the pits.”

She has interesting ways to describe her life.

Although some days may be rough, she is tough,

And very positive.

She wants her primary focus to be family,

Kind and loving,

Working as a team,

Instead of fighting and feuding,

And letting off steam.

Married twenty years, she frequently talks about her two daughters,

And how important they are in her life.

Stephanie’s a delightful combination, Swedish and Italian,

Filled with energy.

Stephanie is a true blond, an Aries, fiery, dizzy and strong,

Laughing at her own confusion and always smiling,

Her co-workers confirm she is very knowledgeable

Very caring and helpful with patients.

She loves to read but she says she doesn’t practice wordition,

although after a small glass of wine,

she becomes super outgoing with an occasional slip of the tongue.

She wanted to be a correctional officer

But chose to work in the medical field.

Although Stephanie has been employee of the year

she wants to go back to school.

This time she wants to return in a Camero.

A girl’s gotta have a dream or two.

September 19, 2017

PAGES OF MY JOURNAL

PAGES OF MY JOURNAL

 

INVISiBLE, Page One

 

She doesn’t see me sitting there,

She stares and stares at an empty chair.

Does the day start too early to catch her eye?

What should I do to make her aware of me?

Or should I try?

My life is made up of distinct pages.

There was the incident regarding the hamster.

I hated to see its demise;

And the page regarding the neighbor’s cat,

I have no vocabulary to describe that.

So much to learn from the cat, but now it’s gone, that darn cat!”

The dog was a remarkable mutt,

Winning several hearts with an unflappable eagerness

From the day she appeared.

The dog belonged to someone , or to no one,

It didn’t matter at the time.

Until the story was over, I didn’t have time to check her out.

The hurricanes were the real story and I focused on them.  I’m not good at story telling so I’ll just tell my story kind of relaxed, kind of like I am. If you get confused I’ll try to explain when I have time but you have to realize that I’m not as good as the others.

THE AFTERMATH OF HURRICANE ONE

As people ran from one house to the other they left things behind.

Maybe that was how Tripod, named after a three -legged camera stand, got rescued. She was simply left behind and tried to follow her owners, or maybe the water got high enough and she escaped her cage.

I did notice she did not like men. When I pulled her from the water she tried to bite but her teeth were gone, knocked out by someone in a bad mood. Her right hind leg hung limply and appeared to be unfit for use.  At least I never saw her try to use it   I decided she had been terribly mistreated. I wrapped a blanket around her and forgot she was there for a while.

Although at first she tried desperately to get away, she began to settle down. As we paddled around the streets looking for peoplewho were trapped, I began to feel new strength in my arms and legs.  I wasn’t used to helping others and this just felt right.

 

“Yes, I was living again, and words written on the pages proved my existence. Now, if I can find a woman to keep me warm and happy, my life will be better than I ever imagined.

September 20, 2017

By Dan

 

PAGE TWO

I was sure I heard a sound, but I was alone and no one was around.

I couldn’t decide whether it was my imagination or a person, or the creaking and groaning of another house being lifted from its foundation. I was ready to turn back but I heard the sound again, this time closer. I still had no evidence that something was alive, and  I was in dangerous waters. I wasn’t sure which way to go anymore. Most of the rescuers had retreated for the night and I didn’t see anybody around. With luck maybe I would find someone drifting in the currents and I could rescue them and me at the same time. unless it was a crew of crazy weathermen proving they could stay alive during a storm, I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet people who were possibly armed and dangerous, prepared to take over a small boat. I had gone through floods and storms before, and I had seen many people lose their cool when their lives were in danger.

The sound was nearby and I worked my way around a tree that had fallen between two houses.  The tree was on the verge of lifting up and moving downstream. The water was pushing the tree and the houses, and I could feel the tree shudder as smaller objects struck. The sound I was hunting for, began again, but this time in rhythm.  I tied my boat to the tree and went inside the first house.  Two people, their eyes large and frightened, grabbed me. I was afraid they might make me a victim also if they didn’t let go. Before I could swing a branch at them I saw their senses were returning. I urged them into the boat, and despite worrying about leaving them with my boat and supplies,  I went into the second house. Four children moved towards me and I carried one at a time into the boat. The houses and the tree were beginning to shift and the two adults were standing up in the boat, trying to unloose the knot.  Just in time! I told both to sit down or I would throw them overboard.  We had gone less than twenty feet when the two houses lost their grip on the tree.  Both houses slipped into the current just behind us and I started the boat motor.  The extra weight of six made the boat slower and the houses began gaining on the boat, but I refused to panic. I still had to redeem myself.

Another page to keep my thoughts organized. PAGE THREE

Dawn was near and the two houses had gained speed as the stream widened.  The rain continued pouring down and I felt helpless.  The six people wanted to get out of the boat and I was tired of their complaints. Maybe I should throw one overboard so they understood the seriousness of the situation.  While I mulled this concept the little dog stuck her head out from under the blanket.  She was shivering and looked like she was starving. The two adults and the four children had worn out their welcome but the dog could stay. I liked dogs.

There was a television crew filming the destruction for their morning show.  They focused on us as we motored slowly by. One of the newsmen called out, “you’d better get to shore. You’ll be running into a sea of debris in a few minutes.  Why are you out this early? The rules were clear.  You only endanger other rescuers when you don’t follow directions.”

On television some crews had helped bring survivors to shore or kept the pilots informed as to the exact     locations of those needing help.  The teams of rescuers would prepare their supplies as the helicopters  circled, survey the area for hazards, and lower their baskets. The rescuers worked efficiently, working in groups, while this television crew did nothing to help and only succeeded in putting themselves in harm’s way. For example, three of the television crew climbed into their boat and sped off looking for an exciting interview.

The military teams were still getting organized and now I saw the mass of trees and house parts ahead.  It seemed like forever but the sky cleared for a few minutes, allowing one helicopter to slip beneath the clouds. The crew was efficient and quick, knowing that their time was limited. Three times the basket lowered and lifted the six to the hovering copter. Then the army group waved and disappeared into the returning clouds.

PAGE FOUR

Alone at last, just me and the dog. The boat was lighter and I negotiated my way through the debris.  I didn’t get far before I came across the t.v. crew and they were in trouble. One of the newsmen had tried to slow their boat by grabbing a tree branch. The front of the boat rose up and the back sank deeper.  “Let go of the branch before you sink your boat,” I yelled. He released the branch and the boat continued down the stream. I pulled up alongside of them and saw they had a rope.  I towed them back to their starting point.

 

WHO

WHO?

I’m a who

A person who cares

When a leader treats

His fellow citizens with disrespect.

Misinterpreting deliberately

And ignoring Constitutional rights.

I didn’t see disrespect on the field.

Just the opposite. I saw pain in faces

Of those who love their country and their God.

They met as team members united and proud.

They weren’t burning anything or cursing outloud.

They didn’t disrespect their neighbors or anyone in the crowd.

But someone dared shame these men as they made their claim,

Someone dared disrespect Americans and drenched them with shame,

These were the same men who side by side with American soldiers

And rescued numerous victims trapped in their homes,

Helped with cleanup operations night after night.

Did they do something wrong while they were doing things right?

These brave men united together to point out what needs to be done,

Isn’t it time for peace and setting aside the gun.

The wars are over and it’s time to clean up after the storms,

Just like soldiers, teammates, strong leaders, and all,

We are the examples for the world to see.

Especially how a leader treats you and me.

September 26, 2017

 

 

 

HURRICANE OF LOVE

I wasn’t paying attention

When the storm roared in,

Rain poured down in torrents,

And caught me by surprise,

a terrible way to begin.

Water quickly rose to my ankles,

And I considered my present state,

But I didn’t run away, nor did I hesitate.

This was just a storm, not one to fear,

It was like all the others that appeared year after year.

I dallied in the cold waters, splashing around,

While the menacing water was rising all over town.

It was now up to my knees,

But I could still do just as I pleased.

People were evacuating, the water was getting deep,

And It was time for me to get serious,

For I had promises to keep.

But I didn’t listen to my heart,

I knew I couldn’t appease her, it might already be too late,

 So I hardened my heart and left it all to fate.

 The water was up to my chest,

And the current was strong.

But I began searching for my lover,

I had ignored her too long.

Cars were floating and the water was up to my chin,

People were climbing to their roof tops

It was quite a predicament I was in.

I couldn’t find my lover at first,

I worried she had been swept away,

I had not kept her safe, now there was hell to pay.

I dove into the murky water and searched each room,

I could not leave her to die alone in a watery tomb.

I was losing hope when I spotted a very small mouse.

Of course, I thought, as I followed him to the attic.

Aware that I might also get trapped inside the house.

From out of a corner something stirred.

My heart jumped when my love rushed into my arms.

She was safe and I held her tight.

Warmth and love were needed to escape further harm.

 While we waited for rescuers to appear,

We gave up selfish thoughts,

And pledged our love anew,

All we needed was a hurricane of love,

Nothing else would ever do.

August 28, 2017

 

 

 

LOVE HAS ARRIVED

LOVE HAS ARRIVED

Lonely and aching, I knew there could be no hesitating,

If love should ever arrive.

My true love was out there somewhere,

Breathing the same air.

“Where are you?” I prayed each night,

And though I prayed with all my might,

I answered my own question talking to myself.

“You are not ready for love,

Not now, not yet, maybe not ever.”

You were but a shadow it seems,

I could not hold you or touch you,

You were a figment of my dreams.

I gave up after a while,

I never saw your eyes or your smile.

“Where are you?” I asked.

In my weakened state, I overlooked you.

But I grew, forgetting my own needs.

My life changed. You saw me helping others,

And you took a chance,

And taught me to love, to laugh, and to dance.

I was ready for love because you had opened my heart.

You are still in my dreams, but now I can hold you.

Love has arrived.

August 27, 2017

IS IT TIME?

FORGIVE AND FORGET

 

Time goes by so fast,

And it takes two to let go of the past.

Their lives are not over yet,

If they are ready to forgive and forget.

He’s still got his kids

Though his life is on the skids.

It is not a good time to dump him.

She considers his needs

And why he closes the door.

But she needs to talk, to feel his hurt,

She can’t stand silence anymore.

The children expect presents and fun,

While his life is coming undone.

But it’s not a good time to dump him.

She wonders why their relationship

Is completely off the track

Maybe it is over and done

And they might never get it back!

Birthdays, anniversaries,

All are markers of time.

Is this the time to dump him?

Holidays are coming

And the world is full of joy and peace.

Will wonders never cease?

Is this the time to dump him?

At first she tries to fight

But his barbed words rip her deep.

She thought she could win the war,

But the price for winning is steep.

She stumbles as she walks,

Her voice breaks as she talks.

Her eyes are soft and clear

But her face shows wear and tear.

Her feelings are dripping with hate

Her emotions are burning within,

If he won’t listen

She will find a way to punish him.

Things said are venomous and terse,

As they attack again and again.

But the battle only gets worse.  

There is no way either can win.

Is this the time to dump him?

barbed,August 14, 2017

FIX THE LEAKS

FIX THE LEAKS

As I get older I fit into society better than ever.

I think about my health, my finances, religion and weather.

It’s more than finding out what’s wrong

Because it’s been of great concern all along.

I listened to our President and I’m beginning to freak,

Because it’s time that I should fix my leak.

The problem is around me and everything depends

If I have control straight through to the end.

Tires get leaks, roofs leak too,

Leaks keep me awake nighttime through.

Boats spring leaks and become dangerous and sink,

Footballs get leaks and drive men to drink.

All over the country it’s the topic of the week,

Surely someone knows how to fix a leak.

Leaks in government destroy security and trust,

Yet I want our government to be true and just.

Too much power in the hand s of a few

Without restraints concern me and should alarm you.

The President seems anxious to fix his leak.

If he doesn’t fix it soon he could be up a creek.

Leaks in gossip are entertaining to hear,

But leaks without controls could bring destruction near.

I hope it is simple to fix a leak,

And all my words are truthful as I speak.

There is less need to fix a leak,

If I am honest and it’s truth I seek.

August 4, 2017

 

STATUE OF LIBERTY

STATUE OF LIBERTY

If the Statue of Liberty could talk,

What would she say to citizens today?

She might say, “I would not give the keys to my heart

To everyone by capricious whim.

There are those I would keep out,

And those I would invite in.

I would open the doors each day

And smile at those who come to work or pray,

An island greeting those who are ready to share,

The opportunities and love discovered here.

Those who come with bigotry and hate

And those who haven’t learned to celebrate

Differences,

I would ask them to wait.

My land is home for the weary, a place of hope,

A place they can adjust and learn to cope,

A place to shake fear from timid heart,

Leaving violence behind and getting a new start.

The keys to my heart would only be given

To those with new lives to begin.

This country was founded on blood, grit, and tears.

On that basis I have lasted for years.

To those who are here to prey

And steal all precious dreams away,

There should not be left any doubt.

I would select many to come in,

But there are those I would keep out.”

August 4, 2017

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I was born lucky.  I would have chosen my parents right from the start.  I was loved and I felt loved. Maybe they chose me and maybe I chose them.  They were a perfect fit.  I would never claim I was better than others or worse than others.  I know that I saw the world around me with a different view than others had.  When my friends and neighbors complained about their siblings or parents, I  remained silent or said I would choose the same two brothers and the  same four sisters and the same parents.

We didn’t always agree on some subjects but I  knew that our parents were special.  It wasn’t about money.  Money didn’t buy happiness. It wasn’t about material things at all.  We learned to enjoy the foods we had, mostly beans and potatoes and corn bread, and occasionally biscuits and gravy.  It wasn’t about the things we didn’t have.  We learned to use what we had and do without the things we didn’t have. Flour sacks became clothes. Hand-me-downs were common.  Time spent with family was valuable time.  Respect and truth and love were important.  Each day was part of a life-long learning experience.

Even though I didn’t have much I learned how to work, how to play, how to enjoy the world every day.  I was not perfect but I didn’t feel mean or rotten.  I wanted to help people who were hurting, sad, or lonely.  I was usually considered “nice”.  I was a good person, willing to help neighbors and friends.  I could change a tire, carry buckets of water, travel across countries, and participate in games without getting angry as long as there were rules to follow.  I believed in rules and fairness.

Lucky? Maybe I should say I was treated fairly in life. When I saw what others had, what they needed, and the conditions surrounding them, I knew I was blessed.  The world around us did not appear fair in its treatment to others.  Perhaps I was so naïve or oblivious to problems that I escaped what could have been painful experiences.

When I compared my circumstances with others, I began to wake up and observe.  When I visited a friend who  made great claims regarding things he owned, I discovered the truth.  His imagination gave him all the things he didn’t have.  He didn’t live in a mansion. He didn’t drive a fancy car.  He was surrounded by problems that he chose not to see.  He was ashamed to invite me inside his house. The house was tiny and crowded. The windows were broken and needed replacements. The floor had holes.  The house was cold and damp.

The worst of it was the human factor.  How could they survive with conditions like this? It got worse.  In another room his brother sat on a bed in dirty clothes. His eyes were glazed over, flies were clustered all over his face, and yet he was smiling.   I could not imagine living in that home.  His parents were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing the weather, waiting for some super cells to hit the area, and wondering where to go.

Maybe that is why I began volunteering, helping out when I could.  I came into this world looking to do something for others and this was my opportunity to quit talking and begin acting.  I am lucky because I got a good start in life. My life has been blessed even though I have physical problems. Physical problems will not hold me back. I am a poet and a writer.  I must encourage others to help make the world a better place. I must act quickly because death is always waiting and I don’t have time to die.

July 23, 2017

 

THE AIR LEAVES WITH YOU

When you exit the room all the air leaves with you,

And the world is not the same.

I still hear your voice.

I continue to call your name.

Time hesitates, suspended in air,

I’m confused and lost, without you there.

The world is bleak within my sight.

There is no color just black and white.

I gasp, I choke,

 Clocks have stopped in mid-stroke.

Where is love without you near?

And where is music for my ears?

Nothing is the same as it needs to be.

Come home, my love, and bring air to me.

July 21,