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Thursday, March 10, 2016

Goodbye Forever

Sometimes I stumble upon old poetry here and there.  Stuffed in an old book...written in a daydream of boredom during a lecture in a college class... in some cases (3/13/1975) reeeeaaaaallllly old ...
I wrote this jewel after a horrifying event in my life which 41 years later still gives me nightmares....

Goodbye Forever (PRP)

I held your picture in my hand ...
Your words within my heart Believing you…..
Your letter now tattered and yellow spoke of good-bye
But not of forever..

Decades now passed
Still holding your picture in my hand
Your words alive within my heart
Still believing you and in your letter bearing greater signs
of all now tattered and yellow
That it was forever.... of which you spoke
When your words spelled out Good-bye. 3/13/75

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Ever After....


The sun shine skipped over river stone,

with sparkles adorned in vernal colors

A resonating rainbow united within a tumbling water fall ….

bridging east to west..

Captivated, my imagination with beckoning cry

imprisoned my impatient eye.

 To build a life……this would be my shining cornerstone,

a lode of love and longing.

The ceremonial ground breaker,

the first stepping stone toward every dream imagined…

”ever after”.


Thursday, December 31, 2015

Happy New Year 2016

Daddy wiped the tears and kissed my head
Solemnly he finally said
"no one is too young for a broken heart
True love grows bolder as we live and grow older"

He took my quilt, tightly covered me up
"The problem is, puppy love
... is  real to the pup!"       prp

Trinkets of a lifetime .....PRP (2012) 

My old wooden box still holds a treasure here or there,
A scratched up Beatles' single and a lock of mother’s hair,
The broken chain I yanked in two as I jerked it off my wrist
My Love beads, a silver cross, a scribbled Christmas list.

An ancient fading paper chain from old time chewing gum,
Now if you want some memories?.. I bet that thing swallowed some.
There ‘s my broken ballerina who lost a leg when I was 10!
I spent 3 long hours, teary eyed to make her whole again.

Trinkets of a life time …………
Carefully kept and heaven spent
Amongst them all I found your picture
and the scent of peppermint.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Why did Santa Choose Reindeer as his primary means of transportation?


have always fascinated me...but Reindeer who fly? 

Now that's a character that ranks right up with Pegasus in my book.  I Suppose Santa would have to choose the hearty, cold weather enduring Reindeer, indigenous to the North Pole, over let's say..hmmmm...

The Pegasus! Could it be that everyone knew Reindeer were readily available in his neck of the glacier and semi-domesticated. Whereas, rounding up "8 miniature" Pegasus might pose serious problems with weather and ultra Horselike intelligence and all. How about Unicorns?  Oops I momentarily forgot Unicorns don't fly,

Dragons Dragons Fly!... oops They might be tempted to hoard all the Christmas goodies and "Light a fire"  and who wants to hit a angry Dragon with a long, tall , double shot from a fire extinguisher?

So that leaves Reindeer vs Pegasus..  Pegasus are so lovely, graceful and .... and ..however, there is that whole "Zeus possessiveness of his personal herd of Pegasus(es) ???"  issues and all. I'm sure that wouldn't end happily ever after.  But, then he is Santa Claus couldn't he just "sit right down and write himself a letter?"... hmmmm .... I guess Santa doesn't have a Santa Claus to bring him presents on Christmas Eve now does he? 

So Reindeer it is and as for flying?  I guess that was something that took Santa's veterinarian geneticists Elves some serious time and hard work.  Ho, Ho Ho!  Aren't you glad it all came together so nicely? thoughts on the "How does Santa Deal with the "No Chimney" problem?

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Aces, 8's and Shallow Tables

Aces, 8's and Shallow Tables                      (prp 2011)
Could you have played my hand....
Without the guilt of deception nor an admission of relentless regret?
Trace the shape of my cheek with the finger of your heart
sense what you desire most within reach of my eyes?

This time,  would you gamble more than a childhood kiss?

If you held your heart of hearts,
dealt in random..... as play in your hand –
to share with spades and clubs ..... perhaps leaving a diamond
as a sparkle in a winter’s night sky…….

for the turn of the river.

Could you float until a new dawn?
with a bet, that hand for hand we would finally change the luck
And chase away the calculating and capricious cold chill of fate with
a check in the dark?

Was there inevitable fear of a lesson learned from the laydown?
You held Aces and 8's
I folded, we let the chips fall where they may
For I already knew there was no gamble
it is possible
to love only you............. for my whole lifetime.

An apology to my Blog

A Permalink, Gidget, a widget,
I fidget...
all those I Know, but all I want
is to change the color of my FONT!

PRP (Nov. 3, 2015)

Monday, November 2, 2015

Go Figger! That would be Southern for "Good luck trying to understand this!"

     Figger this one out... why would an ophthalmologists' office give me a pair of "trial" contacts with 0 prescription and aren't my size? I don't think there are words on this planet that could adequately describe the level of my frustration towards the condescending woman who did this! First she was rude and condescending....but, I'm used to that. People have always ignored and treated me rudely.. Daddy said it was because I am so "perrty"... Mama said "Because you are not assertive enough"...  My Sister Pat says "It's because your an easy mark"!

     So, as I am ignored in stores, bars, restaurants I often begin to pretend I'm a ghost.  The Casper kind of course.... I neither look,, speak nor act out at such things as the RUDE people!!!! I just want to be your friend!!!  AHA yet the rude ones, the condescending ones like the glasses wench who have absolutely no idea in whose presence they are HAH. I could have been your Casper friend but NO! such cruel despicable wenches ...Who does she think she is, The Queen?  Oh Yeah, the Queen of wasting my time.  So I close my mouth, I smile and think... good advice things from my Mama.

    Yet, I sit there and say nothing quiet as a she wins and ORDERS these useless pieces of plastic? Orders them special...just for me special.. sweet queen, thoughtful queen , QUEEN of CONTROL OF THE CONTACTS, special for me?...and NOW..I'm supposed to say "OH YEAH BABY, I LIKE'EM, YES, YES YES.... Thank YOU MORE MORE Order MORE!"... OH GRRRRRRRRRRRR...

     Why put them in my eyes?  I'll have to put my glasses on to find my face in the mirror... and  I understand I have only worn contact lenses since 1971... been through the entire evolution of the things...tried hard lenses, colored lenses, gas permeable...soft lenses...bifocal lenses...multi-focals, accuvues, opticon, bio something or another... so how could I possibly know I was just ripped off?

      Have they called me back?  OF course not, because I couldn't control my temper in my voice even after careful practice and planning and coaching by OH YEAH... Mr. Level field....LOL (my husband who can run through every scenario imaginable in infinite myriad dimensions of how I could have possibly been the one that screwed this up.  Oh No...Not QUEEN OF CONTROL OF THE CONTACTS!  Perhaps,...maybe...well I think it was the gritting of the teeth, the shaking phone and and and the flustered fluttering out of my head as I tried to re-boot my crashed computer of a brain.... I supposes I shouldn't have mentioned a copy of my prescription????  There's a new one... Go Figger!