Lonely hours are here
while others
are sound asleep
my fingers are stiff
from typing so much
to friends I have never
met!

We share our lives
our dreams
our very souls
one with the other
yet who are we
this group of caring blogging
strangers?

All walks of life
are congregating
at this Blogstream
address around the world
reaching out for answers
typing stories, commenting on other's
wandering.

Sitting in the lamplight
constantly thinking
trying to figure
out who I am
why should I be
sitting here slowly typing random
thoughts?

Don't I have things
to do
besides doing nothing
but thinking and typing
and typing and thinking
on such a quiet black
night!

I must say
I'm boring
me, myself, I
pitiful truth be told
so off I go
into my darkened resting place
now!

I want to write
A poem today
But alas
I don't have much to say.
So I'm just sitting
With computer in lap
Thoughts in my head
Are taking a nap.
So here I am
Going nowhere
Looking out the window
Eyes in a stare.
Television's on
Husband in a chair
Daughter sitting beside me
Baseball cap covering her hair.
Plumbing is acting up
Pipes are being snaked
Quite a bit of noise
The plumber is out to make.
Of course that isn't all
Making noise is just one thing
When he is finished
Payment will make him sing.
Sun is shining
Shadows dancing on the fence
Should be snowing
Weather making no sense.
Two days after Christmas
Happy Birthday to my son Bill
He was my first of five
OH, what a thrill!
The year is almost over
So hard to believe
As I look back I wonder
What did I really achieve?
I have gained one more year of wisdom
I have gained more wonderful friends
I have prayed for God to help them
I have come to my poem's timely end!!!!!!!!


HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

I'm just sitting here wondering
What should I write?
To my Blogger friends
On this Christmas Eve Night.
I think of all the wonderful friends
I've met here at the Stream
You are the best at listening
More comforting than eating ice cream.
You are sympathetic, kind and loving
You have given me such pleasure
You have a gift of helping others
Realize their earthly treasure.
Sharing and caring
And doing much more
Laughing and crying
Touching one's core.
Creating and writing
With minds and hearts
Feeling and appealing
From the very start.
Some stories are funny
Some are so sad
Some make us think
Some make us glad.
Searching and discovering
Throughout the world
Singing and dancing
With a song and a twirl.
We all seem to be looking
For joy in our lives
As we try to see some good
Come out of all the strife.
Some are hurting
This special night
Some are enjoying
A Christmas of white.
Some are together
Others apart
Some filled with happiness
Some with a broken heart.
I'm saying a prayer
Just for you
Asking our Heavenly Father
To help you get through.
Life travels on
No matter how we feel
So we have to remember
Things that are real.
Laughter of children
Wide sparkling eyes
Asking so many questions
Why? Oh why? Oh why?
We may not know all the answers
Some days we may be wrong
Teaching them to be honorable
Will make them good and strong.
Happiness to all of you
Throughout the New Year
May each and everyone
Face the future without any fear.
Remember we are never alone
God is always here for us
Just ask and He will listen
In Him please put your trust.
Thank you all for dropping by
To visit me now and then
But for now I will just say, "So Long"
Until we blog again!!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!

Some days I feel as young as the children I teach, other days I feel older than my years.

Wisps of Thought

Flickering warmth surrounds me
Cold dampness slowly escapes
Into the evening air like a memory
Lost within an elderly mind.

Journeying through life enhances
Contrast of nature and souls
Mingling , creating a balance
Those of earth and those of heaven.

Moments of joy have fallen victim
To the inevitable march of time
Grasping those few wisps of thought
With a withered hand of age.

Young minds are overflowing
With dreams of things to come
Rarely pausing to take a moment
To consider where their paths originated.

This is dedicated to my grandmother who spent the last ten years of her life in a nursing home, unaware.

Living within a small town, you know a whole lot of someone's business through hear-say. I wrote this poem in 1999, thinking about all the young men out there who think the only way to show others what a man he truly is, is to show off his sexual abilities, never once considering what the end results would be.

This Collector of Hearts

This gatherer
A masquerading gentleman
Of pompous magnitude
Juggling them about
With nary a concern
For the delicate flowers
The fair maidens
Of the county.
A bane to Papas
A heart stealer to Mamas
The fainting beauties
Hide their delicateness
Behind dusty, frayed drapes
Dressing the smudged
Parlor windows.
Without a care
Nor a fare-thee-well
This collector of hearts
Travels on his merry way
Down the rocky lane
Unconcerned of the havoc left behind
Searching for what may come
His way on the 'morrow.