In a sad cafe poems die.
we sit near a window,
watch lovers vanish into scenarios
where we promise to meet them.
Still, we remain here
cutting our ink into impassive tables
holding on to faded lovers.
Secrets speak over absinthe and
cigarettes, tinkling spoons, and lusty moans,
those trespassers of life we cling too.
When the smoke clears we will spend
our hours writing to ourselves.
art by Fabian Perez
When the girls come out
In red fishnet stockings
A motley drill team
Of mismatched legs
The curtain call
Brings forth their dim-lit days
In a room painted black
Three high kicks
One forced curtsy
The stage unfolds
Under theater lights
Playbill perfection
From February frost
To searing melted nights
Working girls in tights
Another season begins
In candy apple madness
Dancing girls all in a row
Ready……. go!
Spotlights burn down upon
Their undulating steps
I often have an almost physical sense that my Dad is right behind me. Perhaps this is wishful thinking, who knows or cares, the main thing is that I get strength and inspiration from his energy. The faith that my Dad had in me is essentially what gives me the courage to share my creativity openly and wholeheartedly. Who or what inspires you?
Channel
No matter where I venture
Upon this road called life
Each step of my adventure
In triumph and in strife
Behind me there’s a beacon
Which guides me to The Good
When my resolve is weakened
I still feel understood
You witness me evolving
Compel me to expand
Your love keeps on revolving
Your heart writes through my hands
There is a love song,
more beautiful than any other
lyrics so glorious
you will get lost in all its wonder.
The melody is soothing,
all your fears it will calm
to your soul it will be . . .
just like a healing balm.
It is a song sung,
with joy and gladness
over hearts awakening
from spiritual blindness.
The tune is gentle,
the rhythm is easy . . .
the message is offered
to everyone freely.
There is a joyous love song,
Jesus sings from above . .
whenever someone accepts
His life-saving love!
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“The Lord thy God in the midst
of thee is mighty; he will save,
he will rejoice over thee with joy;
he will rest in his love,
he will joy over thee with singing.”
“Come unto me,
all ye that labour
and are heavy laden,
and I will give…
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General Tomoyuki Yamashita as he led his staff officers of the 14th Area Army to surrender, 2 Sept. 1945. He did not believe in hara-kiri. He said, “If I kill myself, someone else will have to take the blame.”
One of the most monumental surrenders in the Pacific War was General Tomoyuki Yamashita. He had joined the Japanese Army in 1906 and fought the Germans in China in 1914, graduated Staff College in 1916 and began a military attaché in Switzerland as an expert on Germany, where he was to meet Tojo Hideki.
Tojo soon became very envious of the success and advancements Yamashita was achieving. This was especially true after the campaign in Malaya and bluffing the British into surrendering to his inferior forces in Singapore. Tojo used his influence to have Yamashita transferred to Manchuria before he could even announce his win to the Emperor. The general was…
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Oh and flowers, candy, kittens, and the newest Kindle. Reading is fundamental. 😍
Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful ones. Don’t you roll your eyes at me! 😜 Whether you’re single or in a committed relationship, today can be a wonderful time not only to celebrate the love of your life, but also the love IN your life. Love is beautiful in all its forms.You might also want to remember how truly special you are. Shoot yourself with a bow of self love, not literally of course. “But your honor, she told me too” 😙
Before this turns into Judge Judy, here’s a new poem of mine. But first Tucker has a message for you all.
Wishing you all the love that you can handle, and chocolate too.❤️
Sometimes love finds us
where there’s history,
in a tapestry that refuses
to be worn away.
Proving that nothing truly
loved is forgotten.
Here…
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The energy that we emit in this world is most certainly infectious. We cannot choose what happens to us but we can certainly choose which energy we wish to come from as we face our circumstances. Our energy is our most authentic message to the world. What ripples are you sending?
Ripple Effect
I cast a stone into a pond
The ripples started growing
My circles reaching far beyond
My message starting flowing
The circles cast spread wide and fast
Ran rings around each other
The impact of my throw would last
forever, I’d discover
A simple stone to me had shown
what I project is catching
My energy can set the tone
A new door was unlatching
