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Sad dished up with a side of hope ... a poem

"Sad" said the Sky     with wide blue eyes Shedding tears over her children below "Hope" said the Moon    with patient sighs "Hope is coming soon."

Affirmation: About a bad day

Some days are just bad days. Some days just suck more than others. Today is that day! Today was a bad day. Now, Repeat to yourself: Its ok to have a bad day. Its ok to have a bad day. Now, move on. It’s okay to have a bad day. I’m okay with having a bad day. Today I had a bad day. I don’t want tomorrow to be a bad day. So, Shift your focus. Maybe I can make tomorrow a good day. Wouldn’t it be good to have a good day? I wonder if I could make tomorrow a good day. What can I do to make tomorrow a good day? I’m looking forward to a good day. I’m looking forward to having a good day tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. Some days are good days. Some days are just better than others. Tomorrow will be that day. Now, was today really that bad? Even if the answer is YES, its ok! Because … Tomorrow is going to be a good day .

Glory & War a poem

So begins the battle I am expected to fight (me? to fight?) Admittedly, I'm rattled! I would run Or stick my head in the sand But this time Yes, this time I'm full in Head on, in it! In to my knees In to my eye balls To gruesome victory or to death (Let's hope the first!) Let us pray And pray for the best, But this is war What good is my best? The sun sets And tomorrow the enemy rides From every direction, even inside A mighty battle And I am admittedly rattled- I will stand my ground As the winds rush me And the burning missiles touch down I am a rock But the enemy knocks Again and again I am weary of fighting And missing my friends But this is war What of me? Me and my smallish dreams and girlish things? I will not break Though they would have me too I will not speak Not a word to turn on you ... So goes the battle On and on To glory Or till I'm all gone.

About the recent loss of a friend/ A poem

          For Janey: Some of us are flames  small flames trying to keep the fire alive We work, we eat, yes we survive  but there are those who are more Spitfires, to be sure Hard hitters, hit the ground running types  always ready to give it their best Day in and day out  you my dear one, yes you, stood out As one a bit more polished than the rest  if I am the coal than you the diamond If I am the spring trickling down  than you were the river that surrounds A loud but beautiful noise  with enthusiasm filling the void But where is your forthright tongue, my friend? Sadly, even swarms of fire can end ...   An unexpected day   An unwelcomed call   No more running the race   No more wind in your face   I mourn you my sister   With honor and grace ... Some fires should never be put out.

"A Room" a quiet poem

I want a room with no windows   Don’t let the light in   No!   Don’t let it in To burn my eyes And twist my skin- I want a room with no doors Don’t let her out! To run about Breaking rules and hearts of fools- I want a room with dark, quiet walls Shadows to envelope me Hold me fast Don’t let it free! No, not free Not indeed- A room where I can just be.

Symphony of Family- a poem

Man, holds the strings Woman, inspired to sing Children, the music notes they bear Family, the symphony, however discordant, with the world is shared.

A Poetic Thought/Complaint on last Week's Car Crash

Life disarms in an instant of time Life changes on the flip of a dime Just like that (snap!) everything flips upside down Your driving, then hurdling Comes the smashing sound! Children are precious commodities treasures impossible to measure I could not count the cost of mine I am grateful I am thankful I am shocked That they are fine- Cell phones And unknowns (fools that don't know how to drive!) Forgetting to look A blind spot you don't see So many things that change like that (snap!) And my, the thoughts of what could be! Life, my son, disarms!

Who Needs a Seatbelt? Tale of Last Night's Crash

    So yesterday one of those things we go around being so sure will   never happen to us decided to pay me a reality check.     My husband and our 3 sons were happily skipping across town to meet up with our friends (yes! I do have those out side the internet!!) to see the new Batman/Superman movie. Not my first choice but tell that to a majority vote of teenage boys!     Everybody was psyched, anticipation was building! (even if I was mostly excited about the nachos with extra jalapenos) Then out of the left turn lane, BAM !     Here comes a genius who wanted to turn left across two lanes without looking. She turned fast, we braked fast, my 9 year old freaked out fast! You can't have yourself a good old fashioned ruin your day kind of head-on collision without some fierce crying from the back seat!!     The best part? Every parent (and I say every parent to make myself feel better...

"Bumpy Ride" a haiku about life's ups and downs

Life's a bumpy ride Don't fall off on the way there- Dig those heels right in!! ~ "Bumpy Ride" a haiku

A Little Self-Analysis Never killed anyone!

Do you ever find yourself wondering, "Have I completely failed or is this how its supposed to be?" It's like when my son asks me, "What did you want to be when you grew up?" I say, "I wanted to be a writer and have my own home with my own family and my own life and I've got all that." Then I smile. A reassuring smile. (More reassuring to him than to me!) So he says something like, "Really? That's it?" Then he walks away, shaking his head at how boring his mom is, leaving me wondering, 'How boring am I?' and 'Why does he ask me that like my whole life is over already?' This leaves me to think about my age. I'm going to be 36 this year. My father-in-law tells me I'm middle aged. My mom says I should be thankful that I'm 35 and not 65 (like her). And my husband's answer to just about everything is, "Baby-doll you're perfect." The question is: Am I perfectly happy? Perfectly disappointed...

Bambie's Sixword Blurb for Today

Make enough noise to be heard! #sixwords

Early Morning Thoughts (over tea)

He reaches out to comfort me, as I lay sleeping, stirring ... bad dreaming? Not even a conscious thing, yet he thinks of me! A gentle hand A sleepy "there, there" gestured mindlessly in the air and I fall all over again with this amazing man- The man who keeps on winning my heart with his sarcastic smile and soulful need to make me laugh Asleep, Awake Make no mistake- That man is mine.

A little Fairytale haiku for Your Friday!

So the Queen leans down to fix her gown~ Joker steals the crown ... Better run!! ~ a haiku & short story    by Bambie
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Waves pulsing on sand Currents rush to touch the land Salty tide comes in ~ ~haiku by Bambie
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Flowers bud and bloom Awakenings of the Spring New life everywhere~ ~a haiku by Bambie
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Shadows eat the day Midnight is well on its way Demons out to play~ ~a haiku by Bambie
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Shining as the sun Her golden locks sweetly fall Coy ~ Catching his eye. ~a haiku by Bambie
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Rest upon my heart Take courage ~ I'll hold you up Hand in hand ~ We two. ~haiku by Bambie
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