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Another Poem




Another Day


My eyes slowly open in the early morning light

I made it through another night

Another night of broken dreams

slivers of color like a kaleidoscope scheme

Breathing lightly, my mind wanders back in time

when life seemed easier to climb

My body finally awakens, with all the familiar pains

yeah, I’m alive because in death I’d feel nothin’

I slowly sit up and swing my legs to the side

my feet touch the floor and I slowly rise

My dry tongue cries for coffee as I reach to open my door

a small voice in my mind asks a question as I stand rooted to the floor

‘Will today bring more drama and stress?’

I sure could live with a lot less

I slowly open the door and step into the next room

whatever today brings I will deal with I assume

As I’m not ready for the alternative just yet









Posted in Blogging, Humor, poetry, writing

There Once Was……..





There once was a woman who wrote……..

Stories, poems, notes…….

She wrote and wrote and had a grand time…….


Putting words down for others to read…..

Was a habit, no wait, a need……

Now she has stopped because life got in the way……

Too much to do and little to say…….

Then the New Year came……

And she vowed it would not stay the same…..

Making a promise to write again with renewed vigor……

Only to find herself doing nothing but spewer…….

Silly little rhymes instead of something of note…..

So, I hope you’ll excuse my false little promise……

That I made in a moment of blitheness…..

I thought life would be different……..

But Life thought me too flippant…..

All I could come up with after thinking and plotting…..

Was this silly little poem that will make you think I’m dotty…….

Because the rhyming is all wrong ……..

And it’s silliness is overlong……

But, that’s all I got on this cold winters day…..

Is a dumb little poem that won’t garner any applause……

Named so appropriately, ‘There Once Was’………




Posted in poetry, postaday, writing

Hidden Pain ~~~ A Poem

Hidden Pain


She looks but doesn’t see

the hurt she dishes out with words

careless words spoken without thought

she doesn’t care


He agrees to everything

the anger stays hidden deep inside

words are not spoken for hours, days, weeks, years

Yet, he doesn’t miss the hurt the child receives


The small heart is broken, shattered, torn

words spoken so carelessly taken so far deep inside

tears fall silently, never seen by the woman who caused them

never-failing to try to make her change her mind


A woman hurting, even after a lifetime

wondering again as the hurt resurfaces countless times

tears falling inside to wet the damaged soul

asking the same old question that never got answered


Why did she dislike me so?





Posted in nonfiction, Photo Challenges, poetry, postaday, writing

How Was I Suppose to Know ~~~ A Poem


How Was I Suppose to Know


How was I suppose to know that time was not unlimited?

That the sands in my hourglass sifted through my fingers,

As I played with life, never living it as I should have.


How was I suppose to know that love was fleeting?

When that love was given time and again to the wrong people,

And never to be received back.


How was I suppose to know that looking back was a danger?

As it made me sad, depressed and ashamed in myself,

For not giving all I had to my life to save my soul.


How was I suppose to know that regrets are like knives in the heart?

It’s too late to make those moments count,

Not only to yourself but to others.


How was I suppose to know that dreams are made to happen?

Only if you keep them in sight as you walk toward them,

Not when you forget them as you drift through life.


How was I suppose to know that all these things would make me ponder?

So I will work towards those dreams and forget about regrets.

As I have some time left and I’m not dead yet.




Posted in poetry, postaday

I Don’t Belong ~~~ A Poem





I Don’t Belong

I don’t belong….

to the here and now

I don’t belong….

to where or when

I don’t belong….

to her or him

I don’t belong….

to them.

I don’t belong….

and I know not why

I don’t belong….

and no one cares

I don’t belong….

the mind screams silently

I don’t belong….

the heart breaks loudly

I don’t belong….

I never did

I don’t belong….

I never will

I don’t belong….

I never tried

I don’t belong….

do you?




Posted in poetry, postaday

What Do You Do….. (A poem)



What do you do…..

when you feel time is running out

when all you want is to feel again

The touch of a loving hand, a loving heart

What do you do….

when loneliness is more than a word

yet, people make you uncomfortable

in your silent world

What do you do….

when you know your time is no longer limitless

and there is so much of this world

you need to know about

What do you do…..

When the everyday becomes your jail

where time is your enemy

and you long for more

What do you do….

as you realize you have always settled

for less than you wanted

because you thought that’s all you deserved

What do you do….

with the silence around you

that you crave yet hate

with a soul that cries for thunder

What do you do….

when words mean nothing to anyone

and you lay in the dark

watching as more precious time slips by

What do you do…..

with the pain inside

of all the little pricks of hurt

that jabbed you like small knives

What do you do…..

when you long for so much more

then you have gotten in your years

but you don’t know how to bring it to you

What do you do……

What do you do…….

Posted in Blog challenge, Fiction, poetry, postaday, writing

It’s Tuesday, Another Challenge Day!

Hello, People. Hope your week is going well.

Today I thought I would give you a picture prompt. If you want to join me in this challenge you can take the picture and attach a story, poem, or whatever to it. Go crazy! Have fun! There is no word limit so go short or long.

I decided to write a poem. Well, what I consider a poem. Or something close to it. ha! Hope you enjoy.





Paper bird in a cage dreaming to become real

To fly and soar and be free

To escape this cage of steel

Dreams are swirling like mist over a lake

Waiting to crystallize, to become wings

Feathered and light

Beautiful to behold

Up high it flies, no longer paper

No longer earth-bound

Dreams become reality, even for a paper bird in a steel cage

Instead of folded paper wings, feathers of magical dreams





It’s not much but it’s mine. Let me know if you join along! 





Posted in Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, poetry, Stories of my life

In Memory of Mom

As many of you know, my mom passed away last Wednesday. Later today is her funeral. There will be a viewing from 4 -7 pm in Wabeno, Wisconsin with a service afterward. After that, she will be cremated and her ashes scattered close to where my dad’s ashes were scattered years before.

I won’t be there in physical form, as I live in Canada now, but I most certainly will be there in spirit. I’m sure, if she can, mom knows my heart is with her. I’m also sure her services will be lovely.

Since I can’t be there to pay my respects, I thought I would dedicate this post to her. It’s not really a poem, more like free-falling thoughts.

This one’s for you, Mom. I love and miss you.






I won’t pretend that you were an angel

Now that you’re gone

You would have hated that description

I won’t pretend that you were perfect,

As we both knew you weren’t

You were happy just being you in all your


You had a fast temper and your brown eyes would snap

with fire as you told whoever displeased you to…

knock it off!”

You could hold a grudge better than anyone I ever knew

You didn’t give an inch, as I know all too well


If you thought someone had done you wrong

there was no forgiving

You could be stubborn to a fault

But I had to admire your convictions

that utter belief in one’s self

You and I had a tumultuous relationship

all of my life

Yet I never stopped respecting you

and wanting your approval

Never thought of not loving you

As my mom

You were the strongest woman I know

You taught me to be strong

I’m grateful for that

I just wish you could have taught me

how to deal with the pain of losing you

You lived a long life of eighty-six years

I know not all of those years were good

You had to go through some tough times

Some painful experiences

In the end, though there were lots of good years

good memories, great loves

In the last few years

I believe we came to a silent agreement

to love and respect each other

despite our differences

Maybe I’m more like you than I realized

I do hope so

Wherever you are

I know you are with Dad again

and that makes the parting

a little easier to handle

Take his hand, Mom, as you did in life

and be content with the life you left behind

You will always be loved








Posted in poetry, postaday, Wednesday Whatever!, writing

Wednesday Whatever!

For today, I thought I would write a poem. I haven’t done that in a while. Here is my little ditty. Hope you enjoy.







Blowing in the Wind

My thoughts are scattered

like the leaves

blowing in the wind

My mind can’t catch hold

of the words skittering

through my imagination

Why can’t they hold still

so I can grab hold

and put them in order

they need to be told

The sentences only make sense

if they follow a pattern

not a bunch of nonsense

The wind, the wind, the wind

it never ceases

Quit blowing my words

hither and yon

How can I write

what I want to say

When all the wind wants to do

is play




**I’m not a poet by any means but I try**



Posted in Blog challenge, Blogging, Humor, Mi Vida Loca, NaBloPoMo, Nano Poblano, nonfiction, poetry, postaday

Nano Poblano ~ NaBloPoMo ~ Day 11

A Silly Little Poem

This is just a silly little poem

to keep the fears away

I hope you don’t mind

when I write silly little rhymes



I don’t know what else to do

except write and wish

that life was easier

or at least a bit more cheerier




Instead of darkness looming

there should be sunshine

The stars should shine at night

instead of me facing all these frights




I’m getting too old, you know

to have all these worries

I should be resting and enjoying life

Not dealing with all this strife




I wanted to write something deeper

with much more meaning and hope

Maybe I can after tomorrow

As I still have three weeks of Nano Poblano!


Posted in Blogging, Flash Back Friday, poetry, postaday

Flashback Friday

Hello, People!

It’s been pretty warm here in my part of Alberta, Canada. Hot and dry. Plus, lots of grass fires surrounding us. Makes for a not so pleasant time outdoors, I can tell you. We had Canada Day on the first of July and I know the US is having their Independence Day celebrations this weekend. Happy fourth of July you guys!

Just please, be careful out there if you are traveling, camping or shooting off fireworks. We don’t want anyone hurt or worse. Also, if you have pets, please keep them safe and secure as this is a very frightening time for them with all the loud noises.

So, because it’s so warm and dry here I thought I would bring back a poem I wrote a few years ago. It remains one of my most popular poems as far as views go. Hope you enjoy!

Have a wonderful weekend no matter where you are at!



Rain Flowers

Spring brings soft rain
winter ends its pain
flowers in glorious color
stand tall and reign

New green grass grows
rain never slows
it’s refreshing drink is savored
only a matter of time I know

Soon color to the land will come
flowers, shrubs, gardens, so awesome
Windows opened wide, no longer
will I be sunk in winter’s boredom

I rejoice in rain clouds in the skies
as birds compete on current highs
Leaves show green on the trees
as if they’ve been brushed with dyes

So let it rain, let it pour all day
I will no longer be winters prey
Gray and gloomy it might be
soon rain flowers will gently sway



Posted in Blog challenge, Humor, poetry, postaday

An Ode to Spring

Hello people!

Erin over at Mental in the Midwest issued a challenge about the middle of the month. She wants us to do a post about Spring. It can be anything, a story, pictures, even a dirty limerick. 😉

So here is my poem about Spring.


Spring is in the Air!

Spring is in the air!
Birds are nesting everywhere
Trees are budding, flowers blooming
Look it’s a robin redbreast!
What’s this wheezing in my chest?

Spring is in the air!
Bees are buzzing, sun is shining
white fluffy clouds
against a clear sky of blue
Hang on a sec, I need to….achoo!

Spring is in the air!
No more coats and mittens
Put away those shovels
It’s time to be free!
Why are my eyes so itchy?

Spring is in the air!
Open the windows, sweet breeze blowing
grass is getting green
people are smiling with goodwill
Where did I put my Benadryl?