"The Buzziness of Life"
The bee had been
about his business
of gathering golden pollen,
carried in bags
on hairy legs.
He buzzed by
a clear glass window
to view his reflection,
or he thought, that of another
perhaps, a would -bee lover.
To his dismay
alas, demise
got caught
in the newly spun web
of a spider, who waited with patience
for supper.
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Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
" Peter"` By MysticSilks
This piece was based on a true story.
I saw an ad in a local paper about a new poetry group that was starting at our local library. I am always interested in having that sort of creative energy around me, so I went to check it out.
The gal who had posted the ad was there early, and I guess I was too.
We got to talking about how writing thoughts and feelings helped to cleanse the mind and soul,".. although, I used to write more," she said.
The poem will tell you , for me, the sad unbelievable story.
"Peter"
"I used to write
more," she said.
Her hands once filled
with happy busyness
of doing daily chores.
Now,
she labors to keep
her mind from crashing through
the basement floor, burden to capacity
with questions that no one
seems to have answers for.
Wednesdays are her worst:
The ghost of Peter
haunts her with voices
calling, " mommy,mommy" then disappear
behind each open door
and fade like mist
on every mirror.
How was she to know
a giant eagle
would snatch him away---
And she wonders why in hell
she feels so insecure.
Her two year old son , Peter, fell from a shopping cart in Giant Eagle, hit his head and died.
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I saw an ad in a local paper about a new poetry group that was starting at our local library. I am always interested in having that sort of creative energy around me, so I went to check it out.
The gal who had posted the ad was there early, and I guess I was too.
We got to talking about how writing thoughts and feelings helped to cleanse the mind and soul,".. although, I used to write more," she said.
The poem will tell you , for me, the sad unbelievable story.
"Peter"
"I used to write
more," she said.
Her hands once filled
with happy busyness
of doing daily chores.
Now,
she labors to keep
her mind from crashing through
the basement floor, burden to capacity
with questions that no one
seems to have answers for.
Wednesdays are her worst:
The ghost of Peter
haunts her with voices
calling, " mommy,mommy" then disappear
behind each open door
and fade like mist
on every mirror.
How was she to know
a giant eagle
would snatch him away---
And she wonders why in hell
she feels so insecure.
Her two year old son , Peter, fell from a shopping cart in Giant Eagle, hit his head and died.
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" I love You"` MysticSilks
I love you,
he says in a whisper,
as if someone could hear
in the middle of nowhere:
He turns to leave forever.
I love you too
she mouths from a distance,
and turns away enough
to cause dew to cry
on rose petals
in the center of a desert.
She wonders if he can
smell their fragrance.
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he says in a whisper,
as if someone could hear
in the middle of nowhere:
He turns to leave forever.
I love you too
she mouths from a distance,
and turns away enough
to cause dew to cry
on rose petals
in the center of a desert.
She wonders if he can
smell their fragrance.
http://mysticsilks.etsy.com/
Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Guy Next Door-By Mysticsilks
The guy next door
rakes leaves while
the cold February winds blow.
Shes gone,
back to Burton, he said,
the other day standing at my door
shifting nervously
from foot to foot
not really knowing what to say.
Today, he holds
the cold wood handle,
a slump to his shoulders
as he works at gathering
the scattered leaves,straining his back.
His thoughts run like leaves tossed
and tortured before a February wind,
as he tries to rake them
into a neat pile to burn.
rakes leaves while
the cold February winds blow.
Shes gone,
back to Burton, he said,
the other day standing at my door
shifting nervously
from foot to foot
not really knowing what to say.
Today, he holds
the cold wood handle,
a slump to his shoulders
as he works at gathering
the scattered leaves,straining his back.
His thoughts run like leaves tossed
and tortured before a February wind,
as he tries to rake them
into a neat pile to burn.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Just Some Poetic Prose`By Mysticsilks
The other day while sharing some journal entries with my grand daughter Rebbecca, she suggested that I get them published. I chuckled , thanked her for her support of my writings but replied, to have writing published is very rare occurrence: I would let that up to her after I left this worldly plane.
But that I would try to get some onto " In My Very Personal Opinion" blog.
Since spring is close by:
" Bluebirds of Happiness"
He talks to her in bird language;it's the nuances
one needs to hear,
and she replies by always starting out with 'dear'.
At times the pitch is scolding--He sits silently
and listens to really hear.
He never seems to argue
but when he wants his way
he speaks to her in soft encouraging chirps
then flutters his deep blue wings
to sway and change her stubborn mind.
How could any female
not swoon and sail to the limb
of life that he is perched upon?
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" Cat Gone"
Pewter left the presence
of my cold indifference to cats.
I struggled with that:
I can be so neutral
to cats.
She was a princess wearing a gray and white
fur---with Lynx hairs on her pointed ears;
they added an aura of regal:
Not the average barn or yard cat to be sure.
Was a difficult choice to make--maybe the bluebirds
will come back to nest
outside my door.
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But that I would try to get some onto " In My Very Personal Opinion" blog.
Since spring is close by:
" Bluebirds of Happiness"
He talks to her in bird language;it's the nuances
one needs to hear,
and she replies by always starting out with 'dear'.
At times the pitch is scolding--He sits silently
and listens to really hear.
He never seems to argue
but when he wants his way
he speaks to her in soft encouraging chirps
then flutters his deep blue wings
to sway and change her stubborn mind.
How could any female
not swoon and sail to the limb
of life that he is perched upon?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Cat Gone"
Pewter left the presence
of my cold indifference to cats.
I struggled with that:
I can be so neutral
to cats.
She was a princess wearing a gray and white
fur---with Lynx hairs on her pointed ears;
they added an aura of regal:
Not the average barn or yard cat to be sure.
Was a difficult choice to make--maybe the bluebirds
will come back to nest
outside my door.
http://mysticsilks.etsy.com/
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Sunday, December 26, 2010
The Real Horrors Of The Afghanistan, Iraq Wars````By MysticSilks
I am listening to an early Sunday morning TV news program, that is discussing the affects the Iraq war, and even more so the Afghanistan war is having on the soldiers and their families. There's over 100,000 thousand men and women in those 2 wars.
These wars are not only taking many of the lives of young men and women who will never get to see or live life beyond the time they spent fighting, and dying in some dusty, dirty place called Iraq, and Afghanistan, but the impact that the wars are having on their families back home.
Wives are living day to day with the stress and tension of raising children, while worrying if their husbands will come home alive. They worry if their spouses will be severely injured.
Our soldiers have been deployed and serving longer than any soldier has served and fought in any of the world wars. Living day to day in a combat state of mind for over a year, is enough to break the brain and spirit of any man or woman:
Especially if there is no end to the war in sight.
From what I am hearing many of these soldiers that are discharged, end up homeless, not able to find a job, and living on the street:
Although flawless counts are impossible to come by – the transient nature of homeless populations presents a major difficulty – VA estimates that 107,000 veterans are homeless on any given night. Over the course of a year, approximately twice that many experience homelessness. Only eight percent of the general population can claim veteran status, but nearly one-fifth of the homeless population are veterans.
How sad. How so very sad those statistics are.
These wars are not making this country stronger,or the world any more secure. We are not going to find and kill Osama Bin Laden. And even if we did , the terrorists activities would not come to a sudden halt: Their twisted Islamic thinking has spread like a cancer.
WE( The USA) needs to bring these wars to a stop.Bring home our men and women, bind up the wounds of our wounded. Invest the money being spent on these wars in jobs , and in this country, and it's people.
Do, this soon. Do this before the USA financially deteriorates, and the American family and our values erode beyond repair.
President Obama come home from Hawaii, and set this country on track once again to become the great and respected country it once was!
Thank you for reading.
These wars are not only taking many of the lives of young men and women who will never get to see or live life beyond the time they spent fighting, and dying in some dusty, dirty place called Iraq, and Afghanistan, but the impact that the wars are having on their families back home.
Wives are living day to day with the stress and tension of raising children, while worrying if their husbands will come home alive. They worry if their spouses will be severely injured.
Our soldiers have been deployed and serving longer than any soldier has served and fought in any of the world wars. Living day to day in a combat state of mind for over a year, is enough to break the brain and spirit of any man or woman:
Especially if there is no end to the war in sight.
From what I am hearing many of these soldiers that are discharged, end up homeless, not able to find a job, and living on the street:
Although flawless counts are impossible to come by – the transient nature of homeless populations presents a major difficulty – VA estimates that 107,000 veterans are homeless on any given night. Over the course of a year, approximately twice that many experience homelessness. Only eight percent of the general population can claim veteran status, but nearly one-fifth of the homeless population are veterans.
How sad. How so very sad those statistics are.
These wars are not making this country stronger,or the world any more secure. We are not going to find and kill Osama Bin Laden. And even if we did , the terrorists activities would not come to a sudden halt: Their twisted Islamic thinking has spread like a cancer.
WE( The USA) needs to bring these wars to a stop.Bring home our men and women, bind up the wounds of our wounded. Invest the money being spent on these wars in jobs , and in this country, and it's people.
Do, this soon. Do this before the USA financially deteriorates, and the American family and our values erode beyond repair.
President Obama come home from Hawaii, and set this country on track once again to become the great and respected country it once was!
Thank you for reading.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
We Haven't Advanced-- At Least Not That Far---By MysticSilks
I'm writing this not sure who will ever read it. But you never know. Maybe someday one of my adult children will be putting my name in the Internet search engine and come up with one of my posts.
What I wanted to talk about today has been inspired, or prompted by current financial news that I am listening to .
Obama just passed no tax increases for the common folk. Yippee! Well, no. I heard the cost of gasoline is going to be $4.00 plus by spring time in the USA, and higher in Alaska and Hawaii.
Now, gas is something that the majority of the population needs. To get to work, so we can earn money to pay our bills. I also, heard that in Akron Ohio, and Cleveland Ohio, they are raising the cost of sewer and water services: Some bills could be $140.00/month.
Now add the increase in gasoline, the increase in water and sewer services, plus the increase of electricity. Please someone tell me how the lower income elderly, or those who are already living on the edge of economic collapse are going to be able to exist?
I thought that having lived through the fallout of the Great Depression, that I would never see those kinds of horrors again: People begging for food. People having to live with relatives.
I thought my kids and their kids would have it so much better than I did as a kid.
But through the devilish greediness of the overly wealthy, like Goldman Saks, and many of the Big Cats on Wall Street, this once great economy has once again, gone defunct.
When I hear this country is so in debt, and borrows money from China, I want to vomit.
Let me say this to the Big Cats, on Wall Street who are giving out huge bonuses and throwing extravagant parties, if the common folk get angry enough your days are numbered!
What I wanted to talk about today has been inspired, or prompted by current financial news that I am listening to .
Obama just passed no tax increases for the common folk. Yippee! Well, no. I heard the cost of gasoline is going to be $4.00 plus by spring time in the USA, and higher in Alaska and Hawaii.
Now, gas is something that the majority of the population needs. To get to work, so we can earn money to pay our bills. I also, heard that in Akron Ohio, and Cleveland Ohio, they are raising the cost of sewer and water services: Some bills could be $140.00/month.
Now add the increase in gasoline, the increase in water and sewer services, plus the increase of electricity. Please someone tell me how the lower income elderly, or those who are already living on the edge of economic collapse are going to be able to exist?
I thought that having lived through the fallout of the Great Depression, that I would never see those kinds of horrors again: People begging for food. People having to live with relatives.
I thought my kids and their kids would have it so much better than I did as a kid.
But through the devilish greediness of the overly wealthy, like Goldman Saks, and many of the Big Cats on Wall Street, this once great economy has once again, gone defunct.
When I hear this country is so in debt, and borrows money from China, I want to vomit.
Let me say this to the Big Cats, on Wall Street who are giving out huge bonuses and throwing extravagant parties, if the common folk get angry enough your days are numbered!
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