Heart to heart
Mind over matter
Shifted priorities
Discerned differences
Follow the heart’s desire
Listen to the mind’s measure
Balance perceived risks and rewards
Everything worthwhile is weighed
Even breaths and heartbeats
Register on life’s scales
Tipping is recommended
Just a thumb on hold
Changing outcomes
Author: nananoyz
I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.
Annual Report
WordPress occasionally annoys me, but most of the time I’m incredibly grateful for this wonderful platform they provide for my musings. The annual report provided by the good folks at WordPress is just one of the ways in which they support bloggers. The statistics are helpful and if I were a more analytical person I’m sure I would figure out a way to make them work for me.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2015/annual-report/
Blank Space
if i were an artist
and this page a canvas
i might simply leave it
just as it is and exclaim,
it is done!
this is it!
i’ll call it
B L A N K S P A C E
curators might declare
my work the best ever done
and offer it at auction for
thousands of dollars,
bidders would clamor to add
B L A N K S P A C E
to their private collections.
but a writer cannot
leave the space blank.
i tried.
and the writer cannot
type
B L A N K S P A C E
on the page because
that defeats the purpose.
it’s a conundrum, really.
I need a DIY Abstract Writing Tutorial.
Peace, people!
Waiting On Grandchildren
Grandchildren are
life changers,
deal sealers
harbingers of better
days to come,
like spring’s first
robin.
Waiting for their
promised arrival
with countless
pacings to the
windowpane
curtains pushed aside
every crunch
on the drive,
each distant
chirping,
waxing then waning in
doppler-tuned ears.
And then a glimpse,
a hush
and a rush of
excitement.
Hold still
robins.
Stay awhile.
Things Bill Belichick Would Rather Particpate in Than a Post-Game News Conference
If you aren’t an American football fan you won’t be interested in this post at all. So feel free to tune out, you won’t hurt my feelings.
Studly Doright and I were snickering while watching New England Patriots’ taciturn coach, the great Bill Belichick at his best/worst during the press conference following a loss to the New York Jets. Our snickers soon turned to a hypothetical, “What would Bill rather be doing right this minute?”
1) Double dating with Caitlyn Jenner.
2) Enjoying a root canal. Sans anesthesia.
3) Poking knitting needles into his nostrils.
4) Showering with a leopard.
5) Parading naked down 5th Avenue. On a snow day.
6) Apologizing. For anything.
7) Wearing nipple clamps attached to an electric generator.
8) Waltzing with Peyton Manning.
9) Having duct tape ripped off of his privates.
10) Eating raw monkey brains.
Thanks, Bill, for providing our evening’s entertainment.
2016
I’m working on my resolutions. So far, I’ve written
1) Invent an affordable flying car
2) Take flying car for a spin
That’s about it. Go big or go home, right?
I Am
Beautiful poem by John White. Read more at doubleupoet.wordpress.com.
I am a dying leaf
clinging to the mother tree
in a high autumn wind
I am unique crystal
frozen in the heavens
wafting into the drift
I am the grass blade
attempting to reach above
all others to see beyond
I am the passing cloud
shape-shifting by moment
desiring to be seen
I am the mountain
the rising peak watching
over surrounding landscape
I am the wofting breeze
caressing all about me
to bring peace and comfort
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Chasm
in the soul of man
there exists a chasm
deeper than it is wide,
and it is very wide indeed
from one’s lofty northern perch
the southern side cannot be viewed
stones cast in vertically disappear,
become ghosts of old yearnings
intense feelings grown cold
free falling for eternity
to fathomless depths
in the soul of man
Silent Night
I went outside last night hoping to snap a picture of the full moon. Surrounded by trees, Doright Manor doesn’t have the best location for moon viewing, full or otherwise, and the clouds added another hindrance.
The weather, though, was indecently warm for December, even for Tallahassee, Florida–75 degrees and as humid as a sauna. I wore my favorite flip flops and sang Walking in a Winter Wonderland to the neighborhood. No one threw rotten tomatoes, so I broke into Silent Night for an encore. From across the lake someone called, “Please, oh please!” I chose to take that as a request for more.
Peace, people!
Autocorrect Made My Day
Last night I texted my mother-in-law, Saint Helen, and my eldest sister-in-law, Lyn, a photo of one of my Christmas gifts.
This was the ensuing conversation:
Oh, autocorrect, you made my evening!
Praying for Eyebrowz 