Poem on Thursday

   
                                                They All Bow Down

     They all bow down for the Queens passing.

     They have paved the way with pine needles and leaves to soften her approach.

     They reach out to touch her , they tug at her hair, they snag her sleeve.

     They get overjoyed by her presences that they grab at her stomach , face,
   
    Legs, and even her back.

     When she get back to her castle and undresses for her bath, She sees

     Where her subjects had touched her with their willowy branches.

     The bruise on her right calf was a small token from a broken limb .

     That she had raced by in such a hurry that she didn't see it reaching out.

     The Queen promised herself not to ride so close to her subjects again.

      Oh and to start carrying clippers.




   "Ode to all my Quad and dirt bike loving friends"

   

Poem on Thursday

                      

Never A Waste Of Time.


I have often thought about you all day long.
I have spent many a night dreaming about you.
I have never once thought of it as a waste of my time.


I have spent many a hours writing poems " Ode to you".
I have wandered  a many a path following a vision of you.
I  have never thought one written word or one step a waste of my time.


I have spent many a years of heartbeats loving you,
I have taken in breath after breath breathing in the essence of you.
I know not of one heartbeat ,one breath was ever a waste .


I shall live by your side all of my life.
I know if this is all I have to offer you.
I know that it will never have been a waste of my time.

Chatting Over Coffee Friday

  Hello all, So this past Tuesday was Valentine day, did you get your box of chocolates? I did not. My husband and I haven't done the Valentine thing in a really long time. I am that kind of person who wants to be treated like the Queen ( I say queen , but I found out a few years ago that alas I am not the Queen , but just the court jester. I know that one of my friends out there will understand what I mean). Anyway the Queen that I am, everyday. So I say yes to Chocolates everyday.
     In about the 5th grade I became a cynic when came to Valentines day. I remember this boy in school , whom I thought was cuter then Bobby Sherman and Davy Jones. I had a huge crush on him . Well he stopped by my desk and dropped a envelope in my heart shaped mailbox. Made out of  two paper plates in arts and crafts. I just knew that it was special just for me card. After he walked by I grabbed that card out of there as fast as I could and there on the front of the envelope was my name neatly printed there. I very gently tore opened that envelope as not to rip it. And there inside was the card. I pulled it out and there were great big old hearts on it saying in big letters, " BE MINE" . I knew it it was official he loved me. I flipped the card over and sure enough it said to Jerrilyn , From "THE BOY".  I stuck my hand in the envelope and pulled out a pepto bismol  pink colored candy heart with the words "BE MINE".
  He was making sure I knew what he meant. I lifted the lid on my desk opened and grabbed out my #2 pencil, a piece of paper and started the " do you want to be my boyfriend ? Check yes or no letter. When my best friend  came over to me and said " Look what THE BOY put in her  mail box.  I just knew that it could not equal my valentine. I looked and it was. It was the exact same card he give me, right down to the pepto bismol pink candy that said be mine. 
   Oh how  crushed I felt , I wanted to cry. I wanted to rip that card up. Every girl in 5th grade got the very same card as I. I didn't cry that would give the snooty girls in class a reason to pick my bones like the vultures they were. ( another story , for another day).
I just took that card and walked over to the trash and threw it away, along with the pink heart. I took the letter home and threw that in the wood stove, couldn't take the chance of any one finding that. 
  I learned a lesson that day about the heart of a 5 Th grader, we mend fairly fast. But to this day pepto bismol makes me throw up to take it.


    So now the other part of my news.
 I got up last week and went into the bathroom like I always do and grabbed my toothbrush , put the toothpaste on brushed my teeth, rinsed off the toothbrush, looked at it added toothpaste and brushed my teeth again. Then I stopped and it came to me, that I had just brushed my teeth and forgot that I did. Wow can I be losing it. I thought for a minute and put it down to not being fully awake yet. Then the weekend came , I went no where, which was a good thing cause I forgot to brush my hair. So this past Wednesday I had to go to my Docs and pick up  my  medicine. I was sitting on my footstool at the end of my bed and said to myself I will wear my tennis shoes cause the weather wasn't bad. (just cold). Put my socks on, then my shoes, made sure left was left and right was right, tied them stood up , looked in the mirror and it took me a minute to figure out what was wrong with this look," I FORGOT TO PUT MY JEANS ON FIRST. " So off came the shoes, on went the pants, and I put my Crocs on cause I wasn't going to retie my shoes. I spent yesterday in bed, waiting for my brain to come back from vacation. It must have while I was sleeping , because this morning every thing seems to be going good so far.
   So on that note I will finish off with wishing you all a great weekend.


Till my next talking , Peace and Happiness.

Chatting Over Coffee Friday/ A memory

                                                    To you a broom , To me a trusty steed.

      Last night when I couldn't fall asleep , with all these thoughts running through my mind.{ Why they don't run through in the day when I have nothing  to do , I will never understand.} I thought of all the gifts I have received over my fifty years Only a hand few stand out. One was my dog Annie. Marty got her for me over twenty years ago. Oh how I loved that dog. Thinking about her made me want to cry , so I quickly changed that thought, to my horse my parents got me when I was 11 years old. I rode that horse everyday, every where I went I was on horse back. My friend Kathleen also had a horse , so every week I was able too, we were riding the Chisom trail, the Rio Bravo,  The great divide. Remember I was only 11 so really we never really left Pilot Hill area, but in our minds it was a vast desert, a rocky mountain , a raging river.

      Then my thoughts changed to remembering my stick horses. I never had one of those sticks with a horses head on it, mine was always my moms worn out straw broom. The straw part was the tail and the the end that hung up on the wall was where I looped my reins through. By the power of MAGIC , my broom was my trusty steed. I would jump on that horse and away I would go, there was never a creek too wide we couldn't jump or a hill to steep .That stick horse took me to any where my imagination could think to go. We out rode the cowboys chasing us , the sheriff,  and we always caught the bad guys. Some times I was lucky enough to have a pack mule name Broken Hoe. I would ride off into the wilds and find more gold then my old broken hoe mule could carry.

      I would sneak my Trusty Steed  into the camping gear when ever I could, so that at least I would have a horse to ride. Sometimes I had to use my backup horse called " My Mind" , when my mom would find my Trusty Steed and  unpack it.Some times I think they knew it was there and let me bring him anyway. Yes all my stick horses were wild stallions. I had to break in myself. Sometimes when I got back from camping trips I would find that my horse suffered a broken leg, and had to be put down. Oh the horror of it. I would be stuck riding the mule. But soon enough I would come home from school and find I new Trusty Steed for me. Joy again and I was off onto a another adventure.

     My brothers  had stopped making fun of me , long before I retired my last trusty steed, and sometimes they would join me in robbing the stage coach. Or hanging my little brother after a long horse chase. { I got a great story about hanging my little brother J, but that's for another time}. When I got my real horse Coco it was time to put my Trusty Steed out to pasture. I will never forget the fun I had or the places I rode to , even if they were only in the pastures behind the house, and the occasional trip to Nevada , Arizona deserts. 

 Wow crazy night thought that keep me awake are sometime a welcome memory of a friend from the past. 

P.S. shortly after this photo was taken , my mom took back my steed and it became a broom again.

But for a moment there it was my Trusty Steed..

     Well that's it for the days Catting over coffee. Maybe next time I would will tell you about my dancing teacher, " MOP' Pet".

Till my next talking, Peace and Happiness.

Tanta Opa.

New Year/Chatting over Coffee.

    Happy New Year. Okay wow 2012 , can not believe that there are no flying cars and houses on the moon, , like we talked about in 6 grade , which was in 1972. Amazing I remembered that far back.Do you remember those talks in science class? I did look forward to the flying cars, so a little disappointed in that .

     I am glad that 2011 is over that was a hard year, lots of first for me, my best friend in June had been a first, and another in July , August , Sept, Oct, Nov. We should be celebrating their birthdays , not marking off a year of their passing. Stilling missing therm in the new year, out of our daily lives , but never out of out hearts.

    My mom in November has been living with us for a year now. We are surviving each other. Also in November my little nephew turner one, what a little cutie he is. (Bully). Also in August of 2011 my husband had surgery. Laid off of work again. . Mom was in hospital for 3  days in July. I find out I wasn't getting enough medicine that's why my hair was falling out and I wanted to sleep all the time, so they upped my thyroid medicine .

     We also had good stuff happen in 2011 , My husband and mom are fine , had a nice visit with my nephew Jason, and our friend Randy came up for a visit , Nice seeing him again, it had been awhile. Reconnected with a couple of friends. Mailed some letters to you. MY HAIR STOPPED FALLING OUT AND GREW BACK SOME!!!!"

      Did you make the ol new year promises to yourself this year? You know the lose weight , eat healthy, run 10 miles a day , quit smoking, take up skydiving. Well I did , the first time in many years .
So this year I will finish all of my old projects, beading , quilting, panting,crocheting. I will read more not just the time fillers, but some thing to educate the mind , I will spend more time talking to clouds. I have a friend who lives there. I also know a young lady who also might like to learn to do some bead work, her mom and sister might like to learn too so maybe they will make some time for me.. I am also going to go back to the gun range and hone my skills. I love to shoot.
I will keep you all posted on my new year to do.

  If I don;t do but one or two of these thing , the one thing I will do is have more " FUN" . On my facebook page , I wrote one of those little things that is passed around on there , it was if we went to jail, what are the three words you would say to me? My friend Katie wrote, that was fun. Thank you Katie for the reminder.
Lets always have fun, include it in your day at least once, laugh till it hurts.

  Well that's its for now my friends, REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN.

Till my next talking, Peace and Happiness.

ONE MAN

                                                         One Man

One son was born to a family , who needed him.
First he was raised by two , then one, then none.
Now he was one man.
One man who traveled all over God's land.
He saw the creature's that lived there, he smelled the flower's that bloomed.
Felt the breeze that blew upon him in God's land.
That one man became a lonely man, so he took a wife.
Wife said,"I will stand behind you in whatever you do."
The man said," You will not stand behind me, but beside me."
That one man became a father, a father of three boys and a daughter.
All of whom he loved with his wife. The father taught his children love,
pride and honor, faith, and to acceptance to walk the path that was set
Before them in God's land.
The father became a grandfather of many.
He loved his grandchildren as much as his children.
The grandfather became a traveler with his wife,
They went to many places together.
The man became a tried old man, and he said to his wife,
" I need to rest , take me home."
The wife said, " I shall take you home and there I will stay beside you always."
God said one day to the old man, " I have watched you grow, I have seen you walk in my land
And leave it as you have found it, I smiled the day  you took a good wife,
And I have blessed you with healthy children, and many grandchildren, but now I see that you are tried, and I shall take you home, so that it may become your home, and you may rest till you see your family again."
That one man went with God, and became a man in Heaven.

   I wrote this poem in honor of my father  Jan, 4, 1992. I have missed him for 20 years. I think of him always. He was my best friend. my father Jerome (Smokey Cloud, Jerry) Had a first marriage  and had three children then. 2 of which are now in the Blue sky with him. David , Bonnie. His youngest son Jerry is well , and we are back in touch. My mom had 3 girls and 2 boys from his first marriage , whom he also loved .I mean not to take anything anyway from them as my family in this poem. They are and always be my brother and sisters. No matter who the mother or father was. I Love you all.
I love you daddy, and I miss you everyday.


  So till my next talking, peace and happiness .

Chatting Over Coffee Friday

                                                            The last Wish

I was out walking in the woods ,
I came upon a Wish Maker.
Oh a Wish Maker,
Put there just for me.
Don't just grab it up ,
And make a foolish wish.
Just think about this for a minute,
This is the last wish of the year.
Maybe money, no health ,
A new car, no a big T.V..
Wait a month long vacation ,
Hawaii ,no Paris,no Italy
Spain sounds nice, Jamaica even nicer.
Oh those shoes I saw,
Along with the dress and purse.
I should could use a new house.
Wait a in house gym,
No a pool with a spa.
An on call masseur.
A really good man,
He has to be cute,
Have a really good job.
HA, HA, HA,........
Okay maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe,
I wish there was a bathroom right here.......
AHCHOO,
(Blows all the fluff off).
AH SHOOT.


So I hope you enjoyed the poem  on chatting over coffee Friday.

Till my next talk, Peace and Happiness