Monday, April 15, 2019
What is best
a tornado or life at rest
a stain on your tie
a button missing on your vest
brought by chance
I went to Spain
but ended up in France
If it weren't for bad luck
I would have no luck at all
how sad that would be
to feel beset
and not by one's own actions
After a great week
where I never take a chance
my computer gave
up the lively ghost of life
My PT Cruiser
now in the hands of another
gave up the ghost
with noises of horrific pain
My condo filled out
luck comes in threes
with a major water leak from above
causing a mess no less
I just sometimes wonder
whether black cats are bad luck
walking under a ladder
stepping on someone's grave
I like the old tales
superstitions and whispered fears
the old graveyards
under the waning moon
Things are things
and even though they divert life
they also make you believe
that sometimes life is just a rollercoaster
and you can't always
Sunday, March 31, 2019
My 16th Novel is now available on Amazon/Kindle
The Tale of Two Affairs is a story about the illegitimate daughter of Jennifer Cooper and Samuel Little in the mid-eighteen hundred. Rebecca Cooper is raised by her grandfather in the Catskill Mountains west of Kingston, New York.
This story takes you through her determination to get to know her father and as his only child inherits his vast wealth that is left in a trust controlled by his lawyer. As his illegitimate daughter, her acceptance in the town of Rhinebeck is less than ideal leading her to look elsewhere to begin her life.
Finding a Union veteran living in her grandfather's cabin, Rebecca decides to engage Ryan Ford in a plan to marry her for one year so that she can control her father's trust. The plan sounded simple and was beneficial to both of these strangers. Once they set the plan into action his complicated life entraps them in an emotional tornado that encompasses all of her energy and destroys her silent hope that he would fall in love with her during their plan.
Plans rarely work perfectly and love does not come because one wishes it to. Rebecca falls victim to her own feelings.
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Yesterday I started working on the ponds following
a long winter that froze them over almost every day of January and
into February. Part of the pond spring cleaning is that
over the winter the green hair algae grew so I have to by hand pull it out
then treat the water. I tell you this because touching icky things
does not phase me whatsoever.
little invisible germs
crawling on the handles and buttons
of public places
left behind by a sneeze or a silly cough
my magnifier in hand
I inspect the silver bars and knobs
the railings and elevator buttons
the pen at the front desk
used by a thousand people before you
that little tickle
running up and down the warm throat
produces a series of sneezes
launched with intent
germs spread around me unabashed
I cringe and step back
use my elbows and backside
so not to be in danger
of picking up a hitchhiking monster
intent to make me sick
my fingers are wrinkled
not from old age but constant washing
I use up the liquid soap
only to realize I touched the button
must wash again
I do believe
that I shall buy little white gloves
as the first line of defense
when wandering into public places
excuse me...don't sneeze.
Friday, February 1, 2019
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it's so sad...so very sad
when the blank canvas
is rolled up and like Elvis left the building.
Google...what can I say
I got your email today
Dear John is how it politely began.
It's been nice...really
but you didn't come by
enough to make the relationship right.
Oh my...oh my
I tried my very best
but you know life and stuff got in the way.
So for all...friends
internet buddies and all
In April...find me on WordPress.
Google is closing all Google Pages, etc. due to low usage first of April. You need to download or like Myspace it will just disappear.I will of course miss spilling my thoughts into the broadband of humanity.
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
I can write about love
that tight feeling within your soul
lifting so high
all that is encompassed in its light
love wipes out the dark corners
lifting so high, I note.
Songs of happiness
don't calm me, don't bring me peace
love is something foreign
when the Empath's sight
dims like the day's twilight
love makes days easy, I sing.
The sadness in my eyes
mirrors the feelings around me
it is my most powerful drug
this sadness encompasses my name
whispering the truth
for it pulls me up not down, I wonder.
Reasoning leaves behind
feelings that should be so unkind
it is where I love to fall
where I find the peace I need
love flees beyond my fingertips
as I rise to sorrow, I sing.
A dance upon the forest floor
I walk with sadness
my destiny never cries or wants
my heart needs to feel
the passion of loss to understand
love is boundless, I twirl.
Tears are filled with rebirth
warm and soft they fall with purpose
blindness is washed away completely
as new growth breaks ground
knowing my heart beats in each
sad song, I sing.
Sunday, January 27, 2019
I wasn't finished
life took that last turn way too fast
it lost traction
black ice is something
not acknowledged until it can't be ignored.
My mind filled
thoughts of yesterday, plans for the 'morrow
churning without distraction
brushing away doubts and roadblocks.
Life was finally okay
things seemed to be wanting to go my way
releasing my breath
fingers crossed in hopes
that the sun was finally rising for me.
I wasn't finished
not in a long shot was I done
but it didn't matter
not at all
I lost traction and now here is where I lay.
Thursday, December 20, 2018
I WISH EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES THE CHRISTMAS
HOLIDAYS A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS
THOSE WHO CELEBRATE THE LOVE OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT
THE BEST OF ALL THINGS!
THE SERIES "THE VISITOR"
WILL BE FREE TO DOWNLOAD ON AMAZON KINDLE
SATURDAY AND SUNDAY
DECEMBER 22ND AND 23RD
THE SERIES IS SIX BOOKS SO DOWNLOAD
ALL SIX AND READ WHEN THE DAY IS COLD AND THE COFFEE
MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET!