photo by Owen for Mother’s Day 2017 (taken with Jeanne’s iPhone 6+)
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Yellow tulips close at night
open to the sun each day-
hang their filaments
to smile at Nana
“bringer of delights”!
Tulips for Nana
15 May 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, Tulips for Nana Tags: bringer of delights, close at night, hang their filaments, Mother's Day 2017, open to the sun each day, to smile at Nana, Tulips for Nana, yellow tulips
Minister
14 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Aren’t they sacred?
Divine Minister
Humankind Minister
Minister John Perry
gives Kiss of Peace
on day he retires:
May 12, 2014
In the Church Bulletin, it says, under “Minister”, “The people of Christ Church”…
Here are two of them:
Two young horses
with carrots
ready to minister
The Five Sacred Rings
14 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The Five Sacred Rings Tags: air, crystals, Dr Norm Shealy, earth, electromagnetic energy, fire, mediacal intuition, The Five Sacred Rings, U-Tube, water
the ring of fire
the ring of earth
the ring of air
the ring of water
the ring of crystals
the path to electromagnetic energy and healing with medical intuition.
(for a lecture by Dr Norm Shealy, go to U-Tube and search for the 24 minute video)
E-Firefox Tabs
13 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Annika’s hair 3 years ago… when she was 5 years old! in Grandma’s car
from the mind
links from the crown braid
glimmer tabs
muscled abs
furtive grabs
dissect slabs
circuit cabs
precision stabs
painted dabs
graying drabs
comment gabs
social jabs
karmic labs
hidden nabs
ancient scabs
ante-fabs
Ahab
Moab
Punjab
Mothers
13 May 2017 Leave a comment
in mothers, Poetry Tags: AARP, big smile, dealing with life's issues, don't move as quickly, don't want to take a bath, eating appropriately, fall asleep, Guillermo Pena, huge love, mothers, new technology, patient, repeat the same things, Sergio Cadena, the same story night after night
from the AARP
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My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way … remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you … my darling daughter.
Original text in Spanish and photo by Guillermo Peña.
Translation to English by Sergio Cadena
E-Superhighway
12 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Mother’s day 2014
science and circuits
I blink
Off road
Sitting on the shoulder.
Facebook waves.
My friends and family wink in video
Art shows
Snow days
Comments, likes, and links.
Try to choose
A video.
Mac-book wants to upgrade Flash.
Firefox wants to upgrade next.
Mac-book wants me to help the download to an app on my hard drive.
I choose Adobe Go Live.
Get a delete button.
Whoops!
I’m thrown out of the turning lane!
Too much information!
I leave the room.
Wander off.
Turn away from the super power
super cables
firewires
passwords
updates
downloads
commands
options
preferences
electronics
mobile devices
plug-ins.
Watch the rain.
Count puddles.
Ocean waves.
Become a grain of sand
Evolving.
Minerals in action.
Observer of the universe.
Transparency
12 May 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, transparency Tags: by the family, comfort is the goal, companionship, Hospice has moved in, listening, personal care, soul journey, transparency, visible and invisible
watercolor filter in Photoshop of Bob Boy by Jeanne
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Hospice has moved in
and comfort is the goal:
companionship
personal care
listening-
by the family visible and invisible.
It’s his soul-journey!
E-Poetry
10 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
And Jan Hutchinson serves over 230 writers with her prompts every April!
Who came to the Poetry Reading?
Every April, Jan Hutchinson stages a poetry reading of her April Poetry Month Prompts
with the help of Cecile at the Roe Jan Library in Hillsdale, NY.
From 230 writers, we gleaned some 30 who shared their work with us.
Some of them played and sang,
some strummed and intoned,
some recited lyrics hankering for a melody,
some read, carefully rocking us with their chants,
some made us laugh with absurdity.
Some shared secrets,
some tweeted scant phrases that fit in the cracks,
some whispered; some shouted,
some wrote; some didn’t,
some gestured in polka-dotted tights.
Jan read too, modestly,
elegantly pulling the whole thing together,
a wide track from Great Barrington to Hillsdale,
from meadows to ponds, from hills and vales,
reaching even to Armenia’s 16 year old bards.
Three years in a row:
seeds planted
poems bloomed:
poetry’s Boo-Peep
and her sheep.
When your doll is bigger than you…
10 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, When your doll is bigger than you... Tags: Bunraki skin, chooses her own middle name, doll made by Jeanne, gets a turn in the stroller, never closes her eyes in fear, no freckles, Quenby in 1975, shares boots in the rain, sleepover every night, When your doll is bigger than you...
Quenby in 1975 with doll made by Jeanne
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When your doll is bigger than you:
she gets longer hair
never closes her eyes in fear
has a sleep over with you every night
inherited darker hair and no freckles
has white Bunraku skin
never needs a diaper change
gets a turn in the stroller (you push)
shares boots with you in the rain
and
chooses her own middle name!
Dreams in Spring
09 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Dreams in Spring, Poetry Tags: Dreams in Spring, dreams spring in Spring, he remembers confidences he had with his Papa 1928, Photo by Jeanne, Quenby and John in1976, tell Papa what they want, two year olds
Quenby and John in 1976-photo by Jeanne
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dreams
spring in Spring
when two year old
tells Papa
what she wants-
and he remembers
confidences he had
with his Papa
in 1928
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 