Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Wait to Sing

Just a small grey bird
tapping the window -
She sees the pain and fear of others.

Tries to join their song.
Fails before she even completes the first measure.

Others warn “You don’t understand! You don’t get it.”

It’s true. Wanting to understand isn’t enough.


Don’t tap.

Don’t sing...not yet.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Ronald Raven

Once upon an afternoon dreary, as I pondered weak and weary
Over the many quaint and leading questions of that FoxNews lore
While I read tweets, my own face slapping
Suddenly there came a tapping
As of something gently rapping, rapping at my psyche's door
"Tis some prankster" I muttered "false-quoting the debate."
"Only this and nothing more"

Ah, my distinct memories of these appalling Primaries
As FoxNews egged on extreme opinions 'neath the Stars and Stripes.
Eagerly I wished the morrow - vainly I had sought to borrow
From YouTube escape from sorrow - sorrow for lost sanity.
For the rare and radiant history of politicians' maturity
Sadly gone forevermore.

Perry, standing lonely on the placid stage, spoke only
The name that almost sounded right.
"Almost" said Twitter "But not quite."

Truthfully the silken, smiling creatures
Thrilled me as I read their speeches
Speeches filled with gems comedians will treasure...writing skits forevermore.
"Ah - but this was but the prequel,"
I knew as the clock was turning
And my soul continued burning
Burning, for the Don's Reveal.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Things I Want To Do When I'm 50

When I'm 50, my youngest kid heads off to college (he's in 6th grade now...I've got a few years to go). I love my kids and love being a mom (see previous post in which I confess that I've always had weird, Religious-Right-ish-type maternal feelings) BUT that doesn't change the fact that I'm already fantasizing about the day when I don't have kids at home anymore. I imagine all the freedom I have. (I know, I know, I know - they're always my kids, I'll always worry, I won't be as free as I think I will - SPARE me the logic. Let me have my fantasy.)

Fifty is such a perfect round number and it seems appropriate that my kids won't live with me anymore at that point, so here's my plan...

1. I want to start cussing a lot more. (This will annoy my husband to no end, but who gives a fuck?)

2. I want to go back to school - probably so I can become an Applied Behavioral Analyst and help autistic children. (I won't cuss at the kids, OBVIOUSLY.)

3. I want land (just a few acres but it MUST have a pond and a little hill).

4. I want a goat to live on said land.

5. The goat will be named Gabrielle. Gabrielle la cabrita. (Incidentally, I always thought that was gabrita - with a "g" - until I just now looked it up because if I'm going to put it on my blog where 2 whole people MIGHT see it, I wanted it to be correct. Now I'm bummed because I've always been so proud of my alliterative naming talents for Gabrielle. I don't want to change her name now. I suppose I could go with Celine....but I still thing Gabrielle is better.)

There are other things I want, but those are the highlights. I find it interesting that cursing is at the top of my list. (Notice how I called it "cussing" up top and "cursing" down here? It's because I don't even know what to CALL it. Let me know in the comments, please, because clearly I need help.)