simply speaking
i feel helpless,
useless, wasted.
simply speaking
i feel anguished,
broken, crushed.
no complicated
phrases convey
this despair:
again.
Month: November 2015
EMPTIER THAN BEFORE
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The Finer Things in Life
Potato soup and
Warm cornbread
An ice cold glass
Of Borden’s milk.
Fuzzy kittens in
Cradled arms
With fur as soft
As the finest silk.
A child’s warm
Heartfelt embrace
I love you Nana
The sweetest grace.
The finer things
Aren’t steeply priced
When simple love
Will always suffice.
Feeling a little sentimental today, and oh so very lucky. (I borrowed that from my friend Janie, a lucky, lucky girl.)
Peace, people!
Platypus Pondering
ok people, i was feeling silly. indulge me.
platypus satypus
the top of a red
double decker bus
contemplating his
fatypus at the end
of the daytypus.
what am i?
pondered platypus,
feeling all sadypus.
a fish or a
mammalpus? the
answers aren’t
clear to us.
well, look
countered buffalo
you have live
young, you know
you nurse them,
too, so you’re
definitely
a mammalo.
Peace, people!
Crazy?
My beloved housekeeper might think I’m insane. Her English is slightly better than my Spanish, and my Spanish is sadly lacking.
I hope I’m wrong about this, but I might’ve asked her to clean my sheep.
I have no sheep. I do have an oven. By the way, oven in Spanish is horno, not oveja.
Peace, people!
Me, the Critic
I’m a frequent moviegoer. Perhaps with the right education I might’ve become a movie critic. Instead, I just see as many different movies as I can and place them into one of three columns:
- Movies that stink
- Movies that don’t stink
- Movies I love and will pay to see again and again.
Column #2 boasts the largest number of films. I’m fairly forgiving, and if I can find anything amusing or endearing about a movie it earns a “Movies that don’t stink” berth.
Honestly, not too many movies get a spot in column #1. Occasionally I’ll come across something that has no redeeming qualities such as Eyes Wide Shut which tolled the death knell for Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman’s marriage and might’ve been ok if it had been even slightly arousing.
I saw it after having imbibed one too many alcoholic beverages, and ended up giggling throughout the film. It was only much later that I realized it wasn’t a comedy. Oops! Definitely a column #1 kind of film.
Similarly, column #3 is fairly small. Episodes IV, V, and VI of the Star Wars saga are founding members (episode I narrowly missed being placed in column #2) along with the three original Indiana Jones movies.
On Wednesday I saw the latest installment in the James Bond franchise, Spectre. Good heavens, Daniel Craig is the bomb. Even if the movie stunk, which it doesn’t, I’d put it in column #2. Talk about redeeming qualities! Whew! And, if I can’t stop thinking about those qualities, Spectre might just get moved into column #3.
Peace, people!
An Ode To Pimento Cheese
Until this week I hadn’t eaten a pimento cheese sandwich in over 40 years. But for some reason this week I felt this need, nay, this HUNGER for a pimento cheese sandwich.
In pursuit of the perfect pimento cheese, I stopped by my favorite sandwich shop, Chicken Salad Chick, on Monday and purchased a take home container of their pimento cheese.
Since then I’ve had a pimento cheese sandwich for dinner each night along with a beer and a sliced apple. Mmmmmm!
In honor of the lowly pimento cheese sandwich I give you this poem:
funny yellow substance
funny little spread
served between two slices
of soft white bread.
oh pimento what are you
veggie, fruit, or bean?
never mind, it matters not
your attributes I’ll sing.
Come to think of it, I’m not really certain what a pimento tastes like. I sure like the cheese part, though.
I found this recipe on Pinterest. Keep in mind I haven’t taste tested it, but if any of my readers try it out let me know what you think.
Peace, people!
– Sydney Harris
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Broken People
we are
broken
each one
of us
from the
inside
(no matter
how beautiful,
or talented,
or together
we pretend
to be)
there are
cracks,
porcelain
fine,
criss-
crossed
etchings
across our
souls.
we are
whole
each one
of us
on the
inside
(no matter
how battered,
or discouraged,
or frightened
life has
made us)
there are
gold shot
veins of
strength,
defying
all odds
celebrating
our souls’
survival.
Dipstick and a Movie
I went by myself to watch the new James Bond movie today. Our newly renovated theater is cushy, featuring oversized reclining seats and assigned seating. Since I decided on a whim to see the movie my seat choices were limited. There were a couple of seats way up front and one near the top. Of course I selected the one furthest from the screen and settled in to watch the endless procession of trailers.
My seat was at the end of an aisle next to a man and his pre-teen children. Not long after I took my seat I realized the man was looking at me. I gave him a brief nod and a smile and put my attention back on the screen.
Through the movie he’d periodically make a comment intended for me to hear. Once he told me he’d driven in Rome. Another time he told me Daniel Craig’s suit was too tight (as if THAT could happen, duh!) I’d nod or say, “hmm,” hoping he’d get the message. But during a lull in the action the man leaned into my personal space and asked, “So what’s a pretty lady like you doing all by yourself at the movies?”
The creep-o-meter spiked past ten on the dial. I couldn’t get my seat back into the unreclined position quickly enough, so I simply scootched to the edge and left. At first I intended to pretend I was going to the bathroom, but then I thought, “screw it” and found an unclaimed seat in the front of the theater.
I left as soon as the credits began rolling and made a beeline for the car. Disgusted with myself for letting some random stranger get to me I sat and wondered if I’d overreacted. Maybe I’ve watched too many Criminal Minds episodes….
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 