Rain, rain, go away

Rain, rain, go away...Today is a rainy day but I don't think it's the weather. Several people close to me are weathering their own storms, too. My friend R, who is having domestic issues. I would like to help, but I'm not sure if I should "meddle" at this time. My mother, too, who has diabetes which is too far gone already all we could do is make her comfortable. Teddy and I, we have our problems, too but I know in my heart that everything happens for a reason in it's own time and pace. God designed it way. We only have  to pray and be resolute.

Below is a favorite poem of mine, by Shel Silvertein. I dedicate this to everyone who feels that the burden they carry is too much. I believe there  is always a happy place


Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

Sensational Haiku -- Stress

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”
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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Stress

irritable, restless
achy, hungry and hopeless
all because of stress!
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Next week’s theme: Waves

3WW -- gait, nudge, ripen

My godson Gyan at one of the bazaars in MY

a child's clumsy gait

can nudge a withered garden

to bloom and ripen.

 

gait (n) - manner of walking or running; bearing
nudge (tr. v) - To push against gently, especially in order to gain attention or give a signal.
ripen (vb) - to make or become ripe

Sensational Haiku -- Respect

This week’s theme is: Respect

Not to be bought or sold
but earned through our deeds and thoughts.
That is self-respect.

Next week’s theme: Stress

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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

Senasational Haiku -- Aging

This week’s theme is: Aging

freckles or age spots
who's to say? age is boring
without gained wisdom

Next week’s theme: Horizons

Go and visit Jenn by her You know...that Blog? for more sensational Haikus! I promise you'll have fun!

Happy Haiku-versary, Jenn!

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

This week’s theme is: Challenge!

to be unsure again

be challenged, rise to the bait!

and test your limits

 Next week’s theme: Travel

 

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Happy Haiku-versary to ALL!

 (and if you join, tell Jenn I sent you! xoxo)

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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

NaBloPoMo #2 - My favorite poem

Mutability

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;

How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,

Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon

Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose frail frame no second motion brings

One mood or modulation like the last. We rest.--

A dream has power to poison sleep;

We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day;

We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;

Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,

The path of its departure still is free:

Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;

Nought may endure but Mutability. 

This is what life about. Change.

NaBloPoMo #2 post
find writing prompts everyday of June here

Senasational Haiku -- Milestones

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Milestones

heartaches or not,
make a stake in our lives
one after the other

 

 

 

Next week’s theme: Freestyle! Whatever you want! 

Sensational Haiku -- Reflection

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Reflection

when you look at me
is it me you see, or the
mirror of your fears?

   

 

a part of Anawangin Cove, San Antonio, Zambales, Philippines
 
Next week’s theme: Milestones
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and it's Wordless Wednesday everyday, too! 
for more outdoor scenes, check out A Southern Dreamer's Outdoor Wednesday!

Senasational Haiku -- Karma

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Karma

 lives turning, touching
falling like dominoes
going back to you...

Come back for next week’s theme: Ego

A Child's Innocence...

My godson Andrei.

The Child Angel


Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child,
unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.

They are cruel in their greed and their envy,
their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child,
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.

Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.

Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child.
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower,
and at sunset bend your head and in silence
complete the worship of the day.

- Rabindranath Tagore

Silly Haiku ~ Freestyle

on the screen, her naked truth

bright…scintillating…

His heart curled, in a li’l death.

A walk down the aisle

From This Day Forward

From this day forward,

You shall not walk alone.

My heart will be your shelter,

And my arms will be your home.

This poem was written/submitted by Micki.

Haunted October #3~ Running Away

Running Away

She's looking for something
but she doesn't know for what
She's trying to remember
what she always forgot

And now the rain pours
and she's all alone
asking the night
where she's supposed to go

Then the sun rises
on a brand new day
and the first things she thinks about
are the things that have faded away

She had built a love
but that love fell apart
So now she's running far away
looking for peace inside her heart.

Enya Wynants

Haunted October #1 ~The Look

"The Look”
By Sarah Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

Death and Promises

Of all of Robert Frost's poems, I love this best.

Maybe because I love sad poems and there is such melancholy here and longing for something, peace or death maybe, but cannot have because he still has obligatons to keep.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

         -- Robert Frost