Three Rivers Petroglyphs site......New Mexico!
Reflections on and from the life of Pambo here to leave an indelible impression on all whose hearts and minds will never give up the quest to find "the smile no one can see within the dark."
Monday, June 11, 2012
Broken (PRP 2012)
Every step we take.. path we choose or decision that may have begun as impulse or dare,
Everywhere we glance, underneath the smirk, the frown, the seemingly simple smile from an inner dialogue to which no one will ever fall privy
There are particles of play and plans with purpose from pieces of puzzling people who all prepared the world one progressive promise at a time.
We pass it all by, in disregard, trump it with a hapless card we draw…or discard… hoard them with our hopes.... perhaps bury them in a mason jar…in a forgotten yard
Until in love... the collectors come back….
and try to understand what it was that left us scattered and broken, because they want to put us back together again.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Trinkets and Memories
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, and a scribbled Christmas list.
An ancient fading paper chain from old time chewing gum,
Now if you really want memories?.. I bet that thing swallowed some.
There is 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
with a scent of peppermint.
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, and a scribbled Christmas list.
An ancient fading paper chain from old time chewing gum,
Now if you really want memories?.. I bet that thing swallowed some.
There is 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
with a scent of peppermint.
Friday, May 4, 2012
In the Loss of Bruce Bethune
In the Loss of Bruce Bethune (PRP 2010)
You hid amongst the public places –so I looked within the
lonely faces
Knowing you were near and I wanted you to know – just wanted
you to know
I still think of you
You laughed at the rain and danced through your pain
I knew you were running and It seems so insane because I
I just wanted to see you- just to see you
I still think of you
I knew there was nothing that I could mend or a word of
comfort I could send
But all my life you had been near and I always felt you here
You are in my blood, graze the dreams that I send, you are
my family not my friend
And even now, in the end…. I still think of you….always think of you.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
A Walk with Wisdom
A Walk with Wisdom
Winsome Words with which to Unwind……………
A calming balm for a troubled mind
Seek to listen, ponder and find
The world with its worries lagging behind.
PRP 4/25/2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
"Seasons of Southern Comfort" by Pam Robinson Porterfield
My latest poetry/memoir is ready to order. Written from southern style life as memories, analogies and lessons learned with contemporary twists and allusions that can only be shared through experience and alot of living. Perfect for comfort, sharing and reflection straight from my heart to yours.
Seasons of Southern Comfort
Authored by Pam Robinson Porterfield, Cover design or artwork by Louis Nugent

Seasons of Southern Comfort

List Price: $9.95
ISBN-13: 978-1470092320
ISBN-10: 1470092328
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BISAC: Poetry / Women Authors
Also available on Kindle and e-stores available free for Amazon Prime Members
BISAC: Poetry / Women Authors
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Bittersweet Diversity, The Anniversary
Once a year…once again…once more it surfaces temporal. as the tides.
Somewhere within time, another weathered winsome holiday swells
and recedes within a reticent heart.
Not all remember each of them, not everyone can….. not every year.
Nor will all who celebrate successfully…..
brave the obligatory waltz of unwelcomed waves
Relentlessly inundating those unprepared within its ocean of unpredictable emotion.
Some stand steadfast, safely at a distance to seemingly savor the sweetness of a simple shore
and share the swift sea breeze of a smile.
Others tantalize with a tasty toast, to a tethered time that cannot be shaken loose
Such a clinging cruise shall always seem to surface selfishly somewhere…
lingering as christening champagne on a maiden maritime voyage…. at an anniversary…
Then there are those whose memories crave a complete corporal creation
An attempt to reanimate forevermore…
A balancing ballast to ever last …….floating their momentous memories….
bottled and tossed ......
An anachronistic sacred secret to be labeled and landlocked once more,
within a safely shared surge - relived once again in the sweetness of a safe, simple tsunami smile…..
Thus creating another anniversary.
PRP 2012