Our Life Stories

all of life is a series of

nonstories

the might-have-beens

the almost becames

the things we dreamt of

doing

but never did

the wishes unfulfilled

presents never delivered

or received

places never visited

near-misses

chance occurrences

that developed into nothing

the left-behinds

and

soon-to-be forgottens

all stories untold

mysteries locked

romances closeted

things never experienced

foods never tasted

but secretly yearned for

nonstories frozen in place

and time

with no characters to lament

plots stagnant

themes dragging behind

do we obsess

over the lost stories

and live life in a

vacuum?

NO

we constantly create

our personal life stories

our dreams springing to

a life lived luxuriously

laughing joyously

over the endless

possibilities

Discovery

Coins tumble, tumble

out of hand

a mixture of polished metal

silver and copper

jumbled, jumbled

deep into the recesses

of comfy couch

mistakes made buried deep

lie in wait

amid cushions covered

in brawny plaids

speak of treasures

locked in fertile sand

surprises in the soil

awake, awake thanks to

spring’s sprinkled bath

wash away layered dirt

open panes for light

to raise

green, green carpets

softly felt

reaching down with fingers

strong and stronger

treasures scooped

enjoyed with joyous

yelps and yells

glorious bursts explode

dazzling, dazzling eyes

fall’s ritual cleansing

wondrous wonders uncovered

fill the hand, the land

with blossoms of glory

begin with tumble

of jumbled coins

lost, then found

Success isn’t Just a Dream

Success is an uneasy journey

It depends upon hard work and determination.
Passion supported by the willingness to take risks,
But more than anything, it means standing tall

When others are waiting for you to fail.

Success must be rooted firmly in the soil
So that its branches can reach for the sky,
And its Leaves can rustle in the wind,

Reminding us that it is not a destination,
But a guided journey.

Success won’t magically appear in the morning

It takes days and nights of
Pushing through boundaries,
Facing challenges and never quitting.
It is worth every tear shed,
Every moment of doubt.

Success isn’t measured by wealth or fame,
But on the difference one creates

As they follow their dreams,

Chase after their goals,
And the pursuit of fulfillment.

Success is bolstered by the growth and evolution,
Of our minds, bodies, and souls,

By the smallest increments,

No matter how bumpy the road,
Nor how many obstacles unfold.

Success is about rising when we fall,
Standing tall when others scoff,
Having the courage to take risks,
Believing in yourself, when it’s hard,

And when it seems way too easy.

Strive for greatness,
And never give up on your dreams,

No matter how many times you fall.
Some measure of success is within reach,
As long as you are willing to chase it.

I Try, Again

Dieting is no easy job.

It eats at your resistance like

Easter candy, long gone stale,

Tucked away in last year’s basket.

I yearn for a choice piece of chocolate,

Nougat or caramel crème or a

Generous slice of dark chocolate torte.

Those things are no longer my fare

Housed within my body are too many

Ounces of fat cells, to the point of

Ugliness, obesity, just plain fat.

Gaining another pound cannot happen.

Having the will power to succeed,

Trying once more to drop sizes,

Success will come my way.

I hope.

The thing is, candy is alluring.

It calls your name, over and over

Until you have no choice but to sneak a bite

A piece, a chunk when no one is looking.

Guilt then overwhelms.

Why did I sabotage myself?

I’m a strong woman, I tell myself.

I’ve overcome emotional and physical abuse.

I’ve suffered chastisement from my employer

For simply doing my job.

I’ve raised three amazing adults

And been married for decades.

I read and write and do puzzles.

But yet I can’t walk away

When a simple piece of candy,

Or a perfectly baked cookie,

Or a slice of peach pie,

Or a spectacular bowl of ice cream

Appear, like magic.

  1. Will. Try. Again.

A Humbled Man

Things have been rough this year.

My wife died giving birth to a stillborn child.

I lost my job to a younger man.

The earth shook and things went wild.

Alcohol became my best friend

Keeping me warm on cold winter nights.

Teeth fell out and tongue turned brown

And vagrants challenged me to fights.

One rainy night, down on my luck,

No nickel to my tarnished name,

I stumbled into an empty house

Where I could hide in shame.

I searched through cabinets covered in dust

And looked under every loose board

Hoping to find a morsel to eat,

A blanket, a shirt, anything to add to my hoard.

Upstairs in what was a little boy’s room

A magical things I did find.

Buried beneath a pile of rags,

A book to challenge my mind.

A stubble of candle sat on a shelf

And so I quickly lit it with glee.

By the flickering light I eagerly read.

A realization soon came to me.

The story spoke of a man long ago

Who owned very little but love.

He roamed his world bringing peace,

Goodwill, a message from God above.

I am like He, I began to think,

With nothing to lose nor fear.

Resolved to act I fell asleep

Like a child, both loved and dear.

When the new sun brightened the world

I stumbled, confusedly, into the hall.

For there surrounded in unearthly glow

Hovered the Man to whom I did fall.

“My Lord, forgive this humble man

who long ago fell out out of Your grace.

Today I beg you, I am renewed

And ready to take my place.”

A breeze arose, tore off my rags

And dried the tears from my eyes.

Gentle fingers brushed my cheek

And lifted away my cries.

That was the day when I took control

And rejoined the human race.

From that day forward I was His man

And walked with smiling face.

I now believe that my wife and child

Truly did not die in vain,

For their sacrifice brought me back to God

And to feel His love again.

Emotional Rollercoaster

Alone

In the middle of a crowded room

Silent voices scream for recognition

Fear

Twists guts into compressed clay

Paralyzing limbs, numbing throats

Degradation

Fills the ears of the emotionally injured

Ruining scarce moments of hard-fought joy

Depression

Carries sinking hearts into oblivion

Erasing memories of happiness felt

Hands

Reach out, begging for salvation

Yearning for one sign of love

Answers

Arrive in rain-soaked clouds

Pouring down tears of understanding

Compassion

Clears the night of unmasked terrors

Awakening remnants of esteem, long forgotten

Joy

Blooms in multi-colored bursts of words

Spoken, thoughts shared, kindnesses felt

Light

Seeps into crevices of the heart

Obliterating shards of self-doubt

Happiness

Explodes in multicolored bursts

Opening souls to welcoming voices

Surrounded

Encased

Enfolded

Alone no more

Dream Logic

When delicious dreams dance

Through your sleepy cerebrum

Do you see ghosts galloping by?

Are angels announcing successful situations?

Or decidedly deadly demons destroying

Your timely treasure trove?

Might competing cherubim choruses clash

Creating unheavenly harmonies, or

Little leprechauns lustily leap through,

Waving windswept rainbows bending

Toward the lavish land?

When unlucky lions lust for

Momentous meals does your being believe

It’s treacherously true, or does

Righteous reasoning untangle gigantic gnomes

Grappling on your luscious lawn?

Carefree cats carouse in your yard

Delirious dogs dangerously stalk prey

As your heavy head haltingly falls back upon

Puffy pillows of dainty down.

Soldiers slash and burn buildings while

Crafty commanders shriek scrabbled sentences

Waving wicked wands that sprinkle sparkles

In the deepest, darkest night.

Vicious venomous vipers sizzle zooed zebras

Lounging lazily behind links while

Porcine pandas ponder bulky bamboo

Priests praise gods in unholy ululations

While communities corrupt into chaos

Rioting right through your lonely life

Mothers majestically cradle crying babies

Born in proud poverty while

Faith filled fathers find superior strength,

Saving all from untimely death

Logic, luckily leaves as soon as eyes

Close and delirious dreams drip

Drop by drop preparing paths for

Dream logic to wind its wicked way

Into your nightly nirvana.

Never can one predict what may emerge

When the eyelids languorously close and

Dream logic descends.

The Car Ride

Driving home the freeway jammed

Even the diamond lane crammed

Cruise ships seeking safe repose

Passengers fighting off woes

Fingers white around the wheel

Hearts forgetting how to feel

Tunnels permanently blocked

Wooden doors steadfastly locked

Hopeless, dreamless, zombie-like

Pounding in the golden spike

Absolute sincerity

Wallows in simplicity

Disaster looms up ahead

Patterns melt the tangled thread

Revolutionaries sway

Blinkers indicate the way

Arterial trends emerge

Widens an expansive urge

Switching lanes has come too fast

Now forgetting all the past

Exit sign soon arises

Throwing off all disguises

Speeding in direction shown

Eager not to be alone

A Mighty Hand

A mighty hand reached to the earth

and fingered fractured soil so fine

that particles of dust, no worth,

trickled like lonely sands of time.

Tears trickled through a curtain torn

showering grace as before the fall.

With tiny steps, the world reborn

 trumpets in harmonious call.

New life springs forth with joyful cry

in clear and confidant voices.

As one all speak to beautify

their world of wondrous choices.

Rains poured upon the thirsty land

bringing relief from loneliness.

Blossoms burst forth upon demand

blanketing wanton carelessness.

No longer parched, the land doth give

joy-filled colors to open eyes,

and offers gifts so all may live

without sin and empty lies.

A mighty hand reached to the earth

and dug the enriched soil so fine

and sighed, for it had earned its worth,

erasing the mistakes of time.

Air

Precious air

Elixir of life

Sweetness inhaled

Through porous fibers

Seeping into the heart

Of evergreen forest

Blooming field

Star-blessed skies

Of mystery

Enlivening ideas

Spurring creativity

Accelerating motion

Vibrating thought

While in infancy

Yet morphing at

Incredulous speeds

When deprived of air,

We drown in our

Murky seas

Of misery

Swimming against the tide

Trying simply to stay afloat

Nose barely exposed

Drawing in the tiniest

Specks of air

Elixir of life

Precious air

Air