Poem: Got the Covid Blues?

Hey there,


I submitted a copy to my writers list earlier today
Most liked it and some did say
That it needs stanzas but could be written as a Blues song
To shorten it, that, it's now, too long
Some , thought of Dancing in the streets by David Bowie and Mick Jagger and others, to staying Alive by the B G's, lol.


Got the Corona Blues
Got the Blues
Tired of hearing constant News

Got the corona blues
The Blues
Too much data , whose infected and who is dead
While medical staff on the front lines and full is every bed.....
Got the corona blues, da,da, na,na .... lol


This is revised and longer than the original copy I sent earlier today
But, its meaningful, I had lots to say

Look below


Do you got the Covid blues?
Staying home too much? Social distancing, And hearing the News?
Had enough Statistics of how many infected and how many died ?

Gaining weight from eating too many carbs
and foods that are fried ?
Too much pasta, grilled cheese
or butterscotch banana bread ?
Worrying?
too many thoughts ruminating in your head?

Working in your den or temporary office space ?
Missing visiting with others,
Connecting , getting hugs
and feeling their warm embrace?

Attempting to attend an afternoon meeting on Zoom
while your children are in their own online class
Half Listening to your Boss, while you pour another glass
Of wine and pass the time?

Cooking a lot? Or walking the dog?
Learning Word Press? writing an article for your Blog?
Drinking more coffee, sitting in your slippers and P J's
While you home school your kids, trying to remember the lessons taught to you , long ago were those days

A different method of doing math ,
diagraming sentences
or reviewing the Periodic Table?
While the little ones watching cartoons on cable
Or fighting with their siblings in the other room?
As you grab a file
and prepare for a presentation on zoom

Many unemployed
lost their jobs and loss wages
Some, Trying to cope with the virus, its symptoms and many phases
High fever, trouble breathing and chills
Yet, some still working, in hopes to pay the bills

Helping their family, neighbor or friend
While they are on the mend
Worrying about finances and having enough food on their kids plate
As we all continue to wait
Till the restrictions are lifted , no more shelter in place
Concerned about doing this too soon?, the President acting in haste

At the same time, many on the front lines taking care of patients who are infected
Working long hours , hooked to ventilators and full is every bed

Some, are doctors, nurses, Fireman and store employees
Farmers, police and companies, waiving fees
Making payment arrangements with customers, giving discounts and deals
Mailmen , Delivery drivers, such as Meals on Wheels


Many a placing a grocery order ,
in hopes to get toilet paper today
Thinking of loved ones in the Hospital,
and you begin to pray
For their well-being, safety
and what they mean to you

Don't know what to do?
Feeling helpless , stressed and besides yourself ?
Working hard to make the best of it
and take care of your health
And those you love
Some of you have faith,
while others look for answers from above

Watching fitness videos, playing on facebook
or driving around in your car?
Instead of visiting with family and friends at your favorite restaurant
or bar

Laughing less , and sad more ?
Not knowing whether you will endure

Using facetime or skype to connect
Having trouble with tech?
Or being able to multi task?
Tired of cleaning, not being out in public
and wearing masks?
Having to wear gloves and having no sanitizer , Lysol or TP
Toilet paper is the hottest commodity ,
no one will disagree

It's in high demand and low supply
It's the one thing we all need,
and hope to be able to buy
Tired of some hording basic stuff
that we all depend on
When go to the store, it's all gone!
Its consider Gold! and we all do a High five
When groceries are delivered and the TP has arrived

Baking, cooking and fixing home repairs?
Watching old Sitcoms in your lazy boy chairs
Hurting yourself doing home improvement projects with your tools?
Waiting for the warm weather
and the opening of pools ?
Restaurants and Parks ?
Museums and Zoos?,
Need some comic relief and turn off the news?

But you want to stay informed and understand
To be aware of what is going on in the Nation
and across the land
The cat is annoyed that your home
when their wanting to nap on your bed

Reading more to pass time
and to exercise your Brain?
Forgetting that love remains
And that it will not continually rain ,
the sun will come out and shine
Things will get better,
our lives will improve, yours and mine
There will be a rainbow

Somehow, we need to go with the flow
The colors will show
All of them, each
At peace , later will reach
Hang in there
You may feel ship wrecked
and that you will not get through the storm
Losing patients , not wanting to be quarantined
And To many deaths seen

Continue to share
Connect with others, Believe
Even at times of grieve
Sadness and despair
I know, at times, Life is unfair

There are some negative things about Covid 19
But some positive ones, will be seen
Will be more connected to others , we'll read more
and learn more tech
Less pollution , traffic jams, car wrecks
and plane crashes
Value others and have more inner strength
when times get tough
Better Understanding of health, science,
especially germs
More willing to listen to those close to us,
their problems and concerns
Have more faith and be more wise
Appreciate sunsets and each sunrise
And that we can be alone
and comfortable with ourselves and in our own skin
and don't need it all
fewer material things
That years from now, Covid 19, we will recall
And remind ourselves that we managed
and got through this
And those who passed away and love
we will truly miss

Although, times are tough now, we all will be okay
Make the best of each day

Poem: My Precious Joyce

The time has come to retire Joyce
She has given me purpose and at times, more of a voice
Brings joy, laughter and smiles each and every day
While at work, and at play

I know, I'm procrastinating, postponing this
When I do give her up, she I will deeply miss
In ways I cannot even begin to express
But, I know it's time for her, its best

I do better with the written word
My sentiments, my voice and emotions are conveyed and more eloquently heard
I'm not as articulate when I speak and vocalize
When it comes to Joycie, she is much more, than my guide, my eyes

When I talk about this I begin to weep
The emotions are very deep
I start to choke up and start to cry, feeling my heart ache
Knowing the difficult decision I have to make

She is my little princess, my Golden Girl
Is more precious to me than diamonds and pearls
My shining star, bright light
Love does, Lead the way for those without sight

She is loving, playful, smart and sweet
A cuddle bug, sleeps at my feet
Often, right beside me as we lie and dream
It's been a wonderful 9 years, we have been a great team

We immediately bonded the day we were paired together
Got through all kinds of stormy weather
Through life's long and winding road
She has helped me carry the load

It was April 26 2010 when she changed my life
We became even closer after I was no longer a Wife

The last 5 years it's just been her and me, she is a special one
My anchor, my sun
My ocean, mountain and rainbows
An adorable pup with velvet ears, brown eyes, pink nose , tail and toes

A coarse coat, that is caramel in color
She has a little personality, she is like no other

Is sensitive, loyal and has a warm heart
I do not know how we will part

When my marriage failed and divorce I was,
I felt angry, hurt, alone but Joycie did what she does
Nuzzles my face, comforts with wags and licks the tears away
At times is the only one who makes my day

She has a willingness to help, whether when guiding, provides comfort and healing
Always knows what I'm feeling

WE do not speak the same language, but we do not need to
There is understanding and messages sent, that's what we do
Not with words or barks but with love and trust
This is a must
Needed is a strong bond , the connection we made as a pair
The partnership, commitment, all the moments shared

She has perfected nonverbal communication,
we understand by loving, listening , hearing and observation

As a young dog she was known as jumpy Joycie as she greeted all whom visited our place
She jumped, wagged and licked them in the face
Even then, she licked you to death , beat you with her tail, flopped down so you would rub her belly
Lied there like a lump of jelly
She knew she had your heart, that she did win
And she lie there, content with a smiling grin

She went to work with me, appointments and to stores
The Bank, library, Museums and shores
Basketball games, concerts, plays and other shows
To the movies, the park and at home where creative writing I do compose

She is there with me visiting with family, friends, going to parties, dinner or just hanging out
Been there when I moved , ponder life and have doubt

Was there when we were robbed in 2013
And when my screen reader JAWS is not speaking and I do not know what is written on the screen
She was there when I was interviewed on Valley Views, the KEZ 99.9 Radio station
Been on my San Diego and New England Vacations

We took busses, the light rail, cabs, uber, planes and walked on foot together
She wore her booties in the hot summer weather
She did not like her booties, preferred walking in bare feet
But Mom knew better, wanting to protect her paws from the desert heat

The first couple blocks she galloped like a horse
So, then I walked funny, like a drunk of course
She would Calm down
And then we were fine as we traveled around the valley and or here in town

As an older dog she traveled to Vegas , Minnesota, Texas and Mass
She still likes running, playing and rolling in the grass

She was there when I was State Secretary for ACB, Attended Toast Masters Meetings and Church
With me at the beach and now as I conduct my job search

She has gone with me to Conventions, the gym and to tap dance
Been with me on dates with first my ex-husband and a couple years ago when I tried again at a romance
That , was wonderful, exciting and fun, while it did last
But, that is now, in the past

Joycie adored them, Both special in their own way
The recent Guy more so, and He and I are good friends today

I value him and our friendship, He, is a great Guy, glad, him, I'm continuing to get to know
And Joycie, also thinks so

She was with me when I resigned from my job after 18 hears last June
While I'm at home cleaning house, dancing, singing aloud and cranking the tunes
When I'm reading and when I did my first Karaoke solo last Fall
We have been together through it all

She has been with me through my anxiety, depression, grief, loss and when I have been ill really bad
Had pneumonia, shingles, a torn rotator cuff or when I was sad
When I have been under a ton of stress, had insomnia and could not rest
Or for whatever reason food I could not digest

I was there for Joycie too
When she has had tummy aches, bad ear infections and in pain
She became dehydrated and hospitalized overnight , afraid of fireworks , fire alarms , thunderstorms, or heavy rain

As a young dog she was tuned in , aware, hardworking and on top of her game
The last couple years it's not been the same

Like us humans they too reach retirement age
Are not as enthusiastic to go to work and want to turn the page
Take stage left, wear the harness less and stay at home, loaf around
Play, get some, people food, be like any old hound
Bark at the neighbors and take a nap
No harness, no boots and try and lie in others laps

Some dogs their health declines, others, their minds wonder and they are no longer focused and alert
Cannot guide well or keep us safe and from getting hurt
Or just not happy about doing the job like they did in their younger days
Walking routes, crossing streets, getting through a maze
A crowd of people ,or get bored
These things we cannot afford
As a team, we take care of each other
She is my eyes, my helper and I, her Mother

Everything cycles and we all do age
This is the worse phase
For a blind person whom as a Dog Guide
Their our shadow, 24/7 he or she is by our side
There during our life journey, for a decade or more
They are more than a guide, companion, child and best friend
They are all these things and there till the end
Life events, Obstacles ,adversity, with us they endure

They, live in the moment, go with the flow, help us glide
In our life's driver's seat and they take the ride
Later this year we will go our separate ways , fewer days we will share
She will be in someone else's care
Enjoying retirement, add to her quality of life her time here will soon be done,
Act like a dog , have fun in the sun

Then, I will be unchartered terrain
Yet love will remain
There will be a huge void, a major transition, some rough seas for some time
But eventually I will be fine
It's the selfless thing to do
And I will move forward, somehow we will get through
Joycie and I
When it comes time to say goodbye
It won't be goodbye ,rather , see you soon
She is an Angel, a Gem, a Godsend
I will love her always ,even at the end

Love you Joycie

Autom

Autom is my favorite season. Yet, it's a dichotomy For many reasons too. I think it's the best time of year! I have many, fond memories that occurred in the Fall.
It stimulates the senses , their heightened at new levels , and awakens my soul!.
Some, see fall as a metaphor for Death & Dying and, Spring for renewal and new Beginnings.

However I feel more alive in the autumn! I love the various, changing vibrant, colorful leaves, the crisp, cool air , the cooler temperatures and the smell of wood burning in the fireplace, scented air freshener, Apple spice and cinnamon. Also, like the smell and taste of apple cider and , hot baked bread. All of that, is, most, definitely, a JRE , ( Just Right Experience for sure! ).

I recall Hay Rides, sing-a-longs, apple picking and shopping for new clothes and shoes. Shnuggling under comfy blankets reading a good book or listening to my favorite music!.
Normally, I, do, not like being, near a store and I'm not like most women!. I especially, do, not enjoy spending more than an hour selecting and trying on clothes and shoes!. It's a bore!, and gives me a headache!.
Yet, I adore fabrics worn in the Fall and winter: , silk, satin and especially, very soft cotton or fleece. This evoked emotions of: Warmth, comfort, safety, security, pleasure and happiness!.
It's like, having that big bowl of homemade soup , fresh hot Bread, or a cup of coco that Mom made when growing up!. It's, like, the feeling you get, when you hear the dryer turning and drying your clothes and when removing them, they are, now, shnugglie warm and fabric fresh, scented, soft ,just like, the warm and fuzzy blanket on your bed that helps you sleep like a baby!.

Old shoes also bring feelings of contentment and relaxation!. Actually, it's mostly, slippers and PJ's, that make me feel the best!. Though, I do, love, soft, new, leather!. The stronger the scent of leather, the better!. It's like smelling flavored coffee, ocean breezes, Autom leaves, fabric softener, and Men's cologne.
Halloween is also fun, is one of my favorite Holiday's. one, can be, someone, or something they, are not!. They, can , be silly and ridiculous and be in some, other, Character ,other, than themselves!. Those of us, whom, are more introverted, and retreat to our rooms, and are alone with our thoughts somehow, get enjoyment, in being someone, other, than myself. ( at least ,I did).

This was also the case with an activity like writing. Writing was ,and is, a form of expressing oneself in ways that cannot be done through any other medium! It was a place for me , to give me, a voice and appreciate myself, increase understanding of who I was, am, cleared my mind, soothe my soul, healed my heart, diminished isolation and loneliness, became an imaginary friend, gave me hope and , gave meaning. It was my salvation!. It made me feel alive!.
It taught me lessons, improved my writing, sparked creativity, was enlightening , thought provoking and introspective!.
For some reason, I spend more time, in the fall and winter in my room, in my haven, for many hours, scribbling notes, recording entry's in my journal, pondering, wandering ,somewhere else , soothing the shy, cautious child , the anxious and awkward teenager and the adult whom over analyzes situations, has anxiety or may, worry, maybe, a little too much!.

Perhaps, it's because , with, the cooler weather , most, spend less time outdoors and more, doing indoor activities. For these reasons, it's my favorite season!.

Despite saying this, It's also, one of the worse times of year for me!. When, come September ,it meant back to school!. Though, I have always enjoyed learning, it meant, having to do more reading and Math homework
!.
Some, of you know, Math is, my worse subject!. I never plan on being an accountant or a bookkeeper !. Reading, for a child with limited sight, was not fun!. It was, more of a chore!. It was tedious and a laborious activity. Something, that should, be enjoyable for a child, where, he or she looks forward to reading new stories, imagining they, are , their favorite character , or traveling and visiting a faraway place is not, for a partially sighted kid who is not given the opportunity to learn Braille, or in my case, resist, learning Braille at age 10!. Who, wants , to be different from the rest?, from other classmates ?, acknowledge, that, you, are, Blind ?and, are different, that, you, can, not see, well, enough, to really, read a book as quickly and efficiently as your peers??!. We,could,not have that!. So, I rebelled! I was feisty, even back then, and said, no!, I'm, fine!, I can and will read Print!. So, I did!, but as I got older, and the Print, smaller, it was more challenging!.

In High School, I finally, recognized , that there are some subjects that, I, needed to at least, at minimum, order on cassette from Recording for the Blind and give my only , half ,good eye, a break!. Those, were, History and English Literature!. I still, enjoyed reading Novels for American Lit visually back then and also courses, like Math, chemistry and Spanish, were, just, way ,too visual to just, listen too!. So, I, at least, had my Math books in Large-print!.

I digressed!. As said, September was the beginning of school and more reading and test taking!. I have, performance anxiety, even still, as an adult, though, it's not, as bad as it was then!
Although, I did not excel academically , I managed to get decent grades and get my Degree. ( Though, a BA degree, is not considered to be as much of an achievement today, as it was, a generation ago!. ).

Academics were not, the only, reason , why, this, was, a not, so, good, time ,of year for me. As some of you know, I was, frequently Bullied as a kid and it was worse, in the Autom, being a new Kid, starting a new School year and trying, and hoping to make some new Friends. But, again, the pattern continued, I barely, made any friends, and the bullying was, something I endured for many years!. It fortunately, and, unfortunately, affected me in both good and bad ways, changed my personality, reshaping it, and did, have an impact on, how I am today!. It made me emotionally stronger, more compassionate, more empathetic, and it built Character!.
It made me a little more shy, definitely more cautious, more sensitive, less trusting. But, it gave me the ability to solve problems through critical thinking and analysis, through quiet resolve and turning to an outlet , like writing , as a tool for self-expression. I sought comfort and understanding as I wrote, to thy self, my, notebook, diary, my imaginary friend, even, when, I felt like I could not confide in anyone, not, even my immediate family.

Through writing, I gained a skill and thus, writing compositions came pretty easily!. It became like dancing or playing basketball , fun and effortless!. I could be hidden away, tucked in the corner, at my desk, among my thoughts , making a little, sense of what occurred that day, week, releasing emotions , at times, finding a little peace, and healing the heart
I would write for hours and lose track of time, just ,as I am now!. Due, to these experiences, Writing, has become my Passion!. It, is part of who I am, just like my hair color, blindness, and my ability to have compassion for others!

Last, I lost my sight 3 times while In College, two of those times , were in the Fall!. At the time, I was not well adjusted to Blindness!. In fact, Wasn't adjusted at all back then!. I, still, functioned as a High Partially sighted person, who, was able to " pass" as , a sighted person, most of the time!. I read regular print, did not use, a cane, or a dog, performed all daily living tasks mostly visually , could see people, play sports a little, read large print music, and hand wrote Compositions, Biology Lab Reports for class and letters to family and friends with Pen and Paper.

So, when I had a sudden major loss of sight , I felt helpless!, scared, anxious and depressed!. I try and forget, those times, but, somehow, my brain, my neurotransmitters , somehow, like to hold onto as much data as possible ,even though, some, of it, could, should, be forgotten or purged from the mind!. My mind, is like my e-mail in-box, holds onto most everything, message, every piece of data, in case, it's needed to be retrieved and recalled ,or sent to self to solve a problem or help another!. ( smile).

Now, after Reading this, you may, understand the dichotomy I experience this time of year. It does, evoke sad memories, and more, challenging times , yet, gives me strength and all, these experiences are blessings!.

Karen's Kanvas: Will it get a Grammy or, the Gong! , lol

Can anyone, create music? or does it take talent, and, skill?

  Can lyrics be written at will?

 

Of course, it’s possible, but, is it good quality?  and   easy to listen to and fun?

 

I don’t think so it’s a gift   and can’t easily be done 

 That’s why they are called, artists, not many, can do it well 

 At least, if, they are going to be successful, and their music is going to sell

And be widely distributed        in the stores   and on the net

For   if it’s not, how we all   soon will forget 

  Who the artist   was, their style of music and the message they wanted to convey

Or just, help another just relax and get through the day.

 

  Any form of Art is such a subjective thing,

What makes   one man weep, makes another sing,

What makes one person enjoy a genre, makes another groan and sigh,

What one song gives purpose to someone, and another, ask why  

Was this written?!?  music it’s not!

While another will say, man, this is hot!

It’s the bomb!   and will be the next #1 hit! 

Another will respond and say, the     lyricist needs to quit! 

And keep their day job, to earn   the money 

 To pay their bills and that, their songs are not at all funny!

 Or may be even offensive    and just noise   to her or him 

That some musicians, will sink while others swim

 

 

Some say, the words don’t flow! 

 The   tempo wrong!  that’s not how, that story should go!

It’s not, how it should be told! 

 That record should not even be sold! 

 And be released,

  Does it give peace?

Does it have good Melody? Harmony ?, Meter and measure  ?,

Do you like the singer’s voice?  do the lyrics and instrumental elements bring you pleasure?

 

 

Of course, none of us   prefer the same type of music, just like other forms of art 

  It varies, different art forms, it resonates with souls and touch hearts,

Some appreciate music, while others, acting, painting, writing or dance,

That takes talent too and one’s life it can enhance,

And forever their life changed  

 The   notes and chorus rearranged,

Like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle or a rubrics cube

  Some would rather go to a museum, attend a concert, a symphony or just watch YouTube.

 

Billy Joel said it well, if you don’t continue writing music, in another year you won’t be on the Charts,

If your songs don’t have meaning   or tell a story, it won’t reach the hearts,

  If    you don’t have good pitch    or practice and play   your instrument   well at all,

In another year, you won’t be recalled,

If song writing you lack 

  Or you don’t sign the contract, pay the agency fees, your name    will be on the discount rack,

Like an old can of beans, enquire magazine, or a stale Hershey bar,

6 months from now, no one will know who you are

  The songs   you sung or   stage you stood,

If you were    unforgettable! Or any good,

  Venues played, the hotels you stayed at, countries   visited or if you   could be searched with Amazon prime,

If not, you   will see the sign, the doors are closed! 

 You may be able to compose,

Write lyrics   and sing to your hearts content,

But it would not reach the public, money would not be spent,

To see the best ones in concert    or listen   online,

  Most, are not like wine,

They don’t, improve with age!

 For, most, its hard work, takes energy and time, talent is, not enough!

Show biz, can be tough!

  They say, don’t sweat the small stuff,

and its 10 % inspiration and   90 % perspiration,

  can you feel the burn?

  as those songs are played for your fans? as that money you earn?

 

as said, some have the gift    and their songs resonate with me   and   my mood   does improve,

I listen fully, I, dance to the beat and get into the groove,

do some Jive        talking, and sing with feeling from my chest,

to my favorite musicians and the songs, I like best!

 

I prefer soft rock, classical and country   songs

Rap and Opera   get the gong,

especially new R &B and all   Rap, I think most of it, is, offensive and crap,

like Eminem and snoop dog,

You’d never see me post   a link to my blog,

Of any new R& b   or Rap, not at all! That is not, the case,

I certainly wouldn’t want to fill the space

 My canvas with that type of music, it’s just noise   and crass

  I would rather pass,

  I much rather listen to classical music, or Jazz it’s so much better than the modern music today,

  I played Piano in high school, clarinet and flute     in    elementary school and Junior High,

I know, some people, Classical they would not    buy

Listening to Classical by Beethoven, Bach and Mozart, is relaxing, giving a peaceful easy feeling,

Is more soothing to the soul, and healing

 

 

My favorite songs tell a story   and have    lots of drums and guitar,

  And I loathe, when people blast   bad music in their car,

But if they are playing good tunes, I’ll sing    aloud 

Or attend a concert of one of my favorite musician or bands, sing, and dance be among the crowd,

More like crank the tunes on  my living room stereo, sing, dance and enjoy my time,

quite well,

Now, my music, it does sell,

  And   touch   hearts, and my spirit   it does lift,

  My favorite artists, have the gift,

 

To write    good lyrics    and bring life   to each,

My soul they reach,

I sing, my feet get happy, I begin to tap,

I start drumming on the table, my fingers I snap,

  I smile, laugh and project my voice,

It’s my choice,

In what I listen too, what I choose,

And, it certainly wouldn’t be, The blues,

Or hip hop,

 That, and rap, it really needs  to stop!

 

That, I should   not say what’s one man’s     trash, is another’s treasure,

  That, kind of music, doesn’t give me, pleasure,

But others   may dig   the Blues   or   heavy metal 

It’s just not, what I would listen to when I peddle,

On my bike and exercise, I’d rather sweat to the oldies and rock & roll,

 Dance in my living room, or even listen to singing bowls,

  By Dr.  Ganer, or listen to meditative tunes   like Dan Gibson   and Liquid Mind that lower blood pressure and stress,

  That, helps me to rest

 

The other night I was chatting with a good friend on the phone, music was playing in the background, and it was not good,

The tune   was, “Hey, there, Delilah “, I said, I could do better! I think I  could!

     The tune is bad and the lyrics poor,

It’s a dorkey song   with a few simple chords, not sure how it sold in the stores,

And online?

If I were to do songwriting, more interesting would be mine

 

How did this Guy get a record contract?

I think talent he does lack,

And all he sings about    missing his girlfriend, finishing school, his success and how they can be together   in 2 years

 When he is done,

The song isn’t even fun,

Too much repetition, no interesting musical    elements, I think not!

Yet, some, sing to it, enjoy the song, and the tune they sought,

Seek and play on YouTube and other sources   around,

But for me, it just, doesn’t have the right sound,

For my tastes,

Think it’s a waste,

  But to each his own,

That is something, I wouldn’t play, on Apple music on my   phone,

 

 It’s the same thing with Gwen Stefani, her song sweet Escape”  too,

I listen to her, hysterically laugh as I sing, woo hoo wee he, sweet escape! And say, this, I can do!

 

 

This is too long   and you I, may now bore

 So, I need to wrap this up, so not writing anymore,

This is my take on song   writing and music, for what it’s worth, hope you enjoyed what you read,

Now, time to get stuff done before bed,

Have a good night, hope you are all fine,

And return   back to my blog, another time,

You don’t know, what, here, you will see, or what I will say,

And that, could make   interesting   reading for your day

 

 

 

Karen's Canvas: We never know!

We never know…

How life will go,

Who will touch us in some way,

We go about our day,

Living life: working, paying Bills, housecleaning,

Doing the mundane stuff, and then someone says or does   something to change your point of view?                   

To empathize, to provide support, that, you know, you will, get through,

Whatever it is   that God has given you to solve or learn,

Don’t be afraid! embrace it, follow every turn,

Take every avenue,

Realize, we are in it together, me and you. 

Believe in yourself, known within,

That you will survive, you will complete your journey, you will win,

You’ll understand where you’ve, been

You will master   and, succeed   the tasks    and challenges God has given only you

And you will make it, reach that finish line, you will get through.

 

Sometimes    strength and support may be in a message one does send,

Or love and compassion from a Family Member or Friend.

 

Sometimes, it may, be music that is played on the air,

Or a story that one does share.

its knowing that you are not   alone, there is always   someone beside

Enjoy the ride

Hang in there! when the current   is strong, or the waves too rough,

When you feel, life has knocked you down, and you just, had enough!

Lean on, Family, friends, acquaintances and even god, or your Higher Power,

Day and night, they are there for you every hour.

Someone had said to me, life is like a strung of beads, each one holds a memory,

And can heal us and set us free,

We recall, sort, organize and heal,

Think, reflect and feel.

 

Each bead strung together in the exact place,

The perfect position, time and measure, for everything we face,

That happens or that we discover,

And then, only later, the mystery, it did uncover.

 

The Memory is there in our heart, soul and brain for us to locate, recall learn and grow,

As said, we never know

 

WE learn, grow, hopefully     become wise and empathize,

As we walk our journey, as an issue does arise,

It’s all about life, our experience,

In the moment, it does not always make sense.

 

I heard a song and it said:  we are the musical strings in God’s big guitar,

At first I laughed, then, it did seem profound and true,

That is, what I knew,

And now, know,

And as I said, you never, know, what will happen in any given day,

When you are at work, home or at play

Karen's Kanvas: Imagine!making Strides, Find a Cure, Heal

               October is Breast cancer awareness Month in the U S of A,

  Donate, help out! will make a  difference each day ,

It effects everyone, no one is immune,

Hope there will be a cure soon

 

We all know somebody, Friends, Sisters, Aunts, Spouses or mothers,

Do what you can, help another

 

Contribute to American Cancer Society and the Making Strides Walk,

Don’t sit back, and just talk,

About taking action! , get involved in your Community,

As I said, this, effects, all of us, you and me

 

We all know someone, who has been through the fight,

The end of this disease, could be in sight,

Many of these women have radiation, surgery, chemo and such,

  Those of us in their life, Breast cancer does touch

 

Give support, it will go a long way!

 Help that special person, lend a hand, a shoulder, listen, and do pray,

Go to appointments, cancer clinics, hospitals in your neighborhood,

Will do you and them, a lot of good

 

There scared, need encouragement, strength and hope,

  Together, we can help our loved ones cope,

With continue treatments, the fear of the unknown, losing hair

 And other residual symptoms, show that you care

 

Every Dollar will help the cause, do what you can,

   Save a life,

Women survive! help  ,your Friends, Sisters, coworkers, and Wife ,

It’s so important, and something we all can do, each of us,

We all need too, we must!

 

Cancer does not discriminate! It  effects Mostly Women but some Men, It does not matter your gender, your economic status,your age,

I believe we all are on the same page!,

 

It effects,  Grandmothers, Niece’s  and Daughters too,

Give them a new Lease ,

Life renewal,  we all need peace

 

doesn’t matter your Religious  or  political views, or Ethnicity or race    ,

at some point in our lives cancer we all Face!

 

Donate that dollar, Walk that mile,

Give each a reason to smile,

Take that step, Take that walk, this we can beat,

Get out! Neighbors  do, greet ,

Walk that Dog, enjoy the autom air, be united as one,

It will accomplish much and will be fun!

 

Your loved ones will appreciate it, more than you know,

Come on! let’s go  ,

Its 6 -H, Health, Hope,     Home and heart and hand

 We’ll find a Cure! across the nation, the World, improve   our land.

 

 

Karen's Kanvas: Minneapolis is the Place to be, National Convention of the ACB

It's Thursday June Twenty-three,

A week from now I will be attending the National Convention   of the ACB,

I'm looking forward to it, it will be a busy time,

I will be Representing Arizona, attending meetings and visiting friends of mine,

The Conference is being held in Minneapolis this year,

And I'm going to tell you what's upcoming here. 

 

It's the 55^th Annual Convention and we will   stay at   Hyatt Regency   at 1300 Nicollet Mall,

Though we all will be extremely busy, we will have a   ball

 

The Theme is the Land of 10,000 Dreams,

Each day we will hear from individuals, Panels and Teams,

I will be spending time with friends but colleagues too,

Sharing and appreciating the work that many in the organization do,

 The Convention will be packed full with presentations, sessions and events

  It will be rewarding, and worthwhile the time spent.

 

It will be from July 1 through 9, Vacation time I will be taking,

I'm grateful to my Boss's for this time off and the trip I will be making,

And it's awesome we will be staying at a Hyatt, they have been my employer for the last 16 years,

  Before that,I worked at Sears. 

 

Kim Charlson will begin the Opening Ceremony's Sunday night,

Most whom will be attending are blind, but there will be some whom do have sight,

She will give her Presidential report and there will be roll call and   delegates assigned,

Much of Convention you will be able to find,

Online, on either Live Event or Mainstream, two of the ACB Radio channels   , The Talk of the Blind,

You can go there, and see what's happening! And what is on everybody's minds

 Here from Advocates and, Technology specialists,

And so much more! there is a long  list

 

There will be affiliate Breakfasts, exhibits and workshops to go,

And Talent night too, it's called Friends in Art, and many of us we do show

 

During the week,  some Board Members will be campaigning and there will be a Candidates Forum Tuesday night,

Also, ACB leaders will be discussing advocacy work with the U s Treasurer,   they will shed some light, 

On why it's taking so long to get our accessible money, and why the wait,

And at the Banquet there will be a keynote speaker Friday night, many will be up late.

 

There will be sighted folks, many blind people with canes and some with dogs, navigating the hotel

Many items to buy, I do tell,

In the mini Mall There will be Braille Jewelry, ACB T-shirts and goodies for your pups,

There will be CD's from our creative arts Members and unique mugs and cups, 

 

There will be activities for children, it's called the kids zone,

There will be sessions on Health Care, for writers like me and Apps to swap for the IPhone,

There will be meetings on fund raising, on the latest adaptive tech as well as legislation,

And also many tours, so you can feel like    you're on vacation

 

There will also be something   for the guide Dogs, Canine massage, GDUI events and doggie play,

Because our furry friends will be working hard for us each day.

 

There will be something for the young, and old and in between,

Members of every walk of life, Parents, students, seniors and teens

From every occupation, lawyers, techs, engineers, musicians, teachers and   retirees,

We'll gain   knowledge, insight on what another perceives

 

In the exhibit hall, there will be cool gadgets, appliances and   low vision aids,

We will all be networking and learning, while our guest rooms are being clean by the maids.

 

There will be numerous of volunteers and hotel staff,

To assist, and cut our time in half,

So we can quickly get from one meeting   to the next,

Many will be communicating and using   their tablets, IPhones and sending texts,

Using recording devices such as the LS 14 by Olympus, or virtual keyboards,

Also, the scholarship committee will hold a luncheon and give out awards. 

 

There will be presentations from Comcast, a professional narrator from NLS,

Accessible Net flicks and on how to dress for success.

 

There will be sponsors of the Convention, like Google, Microsoft and Sprint,

There will be material in digital format, Braille and in large print

 

Other sponsors will be Adobe, JB Morgan Chase and Facebook,

There are many, go to the ACB website, there, you can take a look. 

 

There will be many Committee meetings, Elections on Friday and recreation too,

There will be   one touch Self-defense and yoga lets with Leslie   spoon.  You will feel rejuvenated when you're through. 

There will be an Auction, Comedy night   and parties to attend

There will be good conversation, exchanging ideas and laughter among friends.

 

As you can see, there is much on the agenda and after a vacation we all will need,

And this, I hope you like what you did read,

I will try   to surmise the convention when I return, here I will write,    much I will then have to say,

Take good care and have a great day

Turn your Eye, AZCB Will Shine the Light 05.01.16

Did you recently lose your sight? , not sure where to turn?

There are Bills to pay, a family to feed, Money you need to ern.

 

You have skills, but not alternative   techniques?

To compensate without vision, Help, Do you seek?

 

Do you have trouble with daily living tasks? playing sports? And reading?

Assistance, are you needing?

 

You no longer enjoy or participate in your favorite hobbies? Or like to travel?

You have  become disoriented?, no longer can drive?, Can’t read the blackboard?, feel like your life, it’s going to unravel??

 

Your frightened?, stressed? and uncertain?, now that you can not see?,

You may want to contact the ACB.

 

ACB will  teach you skills,  and find your gifts,

Help you adjust, your attitude  will shift.

 

They will show you the way,

Improve your life at work and at play.

 

Other  Blind folks  will teach you Braille, cane travel   and computers with speech,

How to cook, clean your house, your goals, you can reach!.

 

Blind professionals will introduce  you to others in your field,or help you resume your career,

There is an Affiliate right here ,

In Arizona , one in the state,

Become a Member,  Its wonderful and great!

 

Some of the Leaders aare: Jeff, John, Barbara and Dan,

If anyone can help these four can!. 

 

Others whom are quite resourceful  are,   Carlos,  Bob,  Mitzi,  George and Bea,

And Gail, They  Believe in ACB.  

 

There are others that will inspire you and keep all engaged,

No matter what your age,

ethnicity or race,

Eye  condition, degree of vision loss, or the issues you  face,

Turn your eye to AZCB

It has been life changing, informative, rewarding and fun for me.,

 

Azcb.org

 

 

 

 

 

 

Karen's Kanvas: Where is, The Inspiration? Drafting Outlines

As I sit here drinking my coffee, I’m attempting to draft an outline for my next Toast Masters speech,

Will this goal I reach?

At the moment, I would rather be on the beach,

Watching the waves, feeling the ocean air &   the sand between my toes,

I wish, this outline I could compose,

I know, it won’t happen if I’m writing   some form of poetry instead,

I did begin,but got writers block, so, then, I was led,

To Creativity Avenue, hoping the inspiration I will find,

The topics are there, the words in my mind,

I know the goal that I want to obtain and the objective of this particular speech,

There is a purpose of each,

Speech we do present at our Toast masters Meetings,

But for some reason, help I’m needing.

 

Speech 2 is organizing your speech it does not matter the subject of the presentation,

Could be on work, school, a favorite vacation,

Your interests, hobbies, or a topic related to Current Events and News,

It’s whatever, you, the presentor, choose.

 

It just needs to demonstrate organization, cohesiveness and needs to flow,

Fluidity, and could be something   that is compelling,

Perhaps, a product   that one wants to be selling?

Or about a subject that he or she wants to inform, communicate or inspire,

 

Hope I drafted soon and not wait, till I’m under the wire

 

Where do I start? What do I do?,

The Outline, today, it, I want to be through,

As I said, the ideas are there,

But somehow, on the paper I need to share,

I have writers block for this task,

Come on! God, Help me, that’s all I ask,

Help me, to help myself    finish    this soon, so I can have time to rehearse,

And hopefully, I won’t be as nervous, as I was, presenting the first.

 

The two subjects are:  about my job or on Guide dogs,

Maybe, my experience I will blog?

I am not presenting till June twenty two,

Seems like a lot of time, but I have lots of other things to do,

Between now & then, Work, ACB stuff and begin to think about what to pack for convention,

That, I did not mention,

I will another time, another day,

Time is of Essence   as they say,

, Procrastination is the thief of time,

Now, I need to work on this outline of mine.

 

Karen's Kanvas: Painting the Picture, A Colorful Canvas

Dear Readers:

 

 

Plese look at the post I sent onWednesday April 27 before you read this.  It will make much more sense.  Thank you, Enjoy!

 

 

  Earlier in the week I wrote a blog post but the picture wasn’t very clear,

I did not paint an accurate image of my world, but will here.

 

Today I will set things straight,

Life as a teen was not at all great,

But there was some good times, not all, bad

Thanks to my Sisters, Mom and my Dad.

 

There were lots of bad times but mostly just at school,

I was not at all popular, a dorke, a freak, definitely, not cool,

I was not in the in crowd,    a scholar or a Homecoming Queen,

I was a shy, antisocial, teen. 

 

As said, I was bullied every day, I did not handle it well,

I turned inward, like a turtle, did not come out of my shell.

 

I felt isolated, alone and like I couldn’t relate,

I only had 1 or 2 friends, and I did not at all date ,

Till   College.   Then, more people accepted me,

It did not matter as much then, that I had low vision, could not see. 

 

In 5^th grade, Mrs.  McKeon help build your confidence and your self- esteem,

Believed in all her students, strengthened our character, and enabled us to find our hobbies and our dreams. 

I wish there were more teachers like her out there!

She was wonderful, amazing and truly did care.

 

As a Teenager, Most days were partly cloudy, there were rain clouds.   But also rainbows and sun,

My family was loving, caring and we had fun. 

 

My Parents taught us Values, manners, and helped with homework that was due,

We played cards, Board games   like Scrabble and clue,

Monopoly, had pillow fights and interesting discussions at the table

Played basketball, softball, did not have cable. 

 

We sat as a family at meals, talked about school, played games and had conversation,

Went to Kennebunkport Maine many summers for Vacation. 

 

Dad   played trivia with us and tested our Memory and skill, see how many we would each get right,

He would ask us questions from National Geographic, 60 Minutes and Wild Kingdom that was on Sunday night

 

Also as a teen   I learned how to skateboard, ice skate, and downhill ski and was in the choir   ,

In 1980   had my first job in Cincinnati, Kings Island Amusement Park, me, they did hire,

I babysat, went to Rock Concerts, was a crossing guard and had a pen pal   that lived far away,

So, these fond memories, I still remember today. 

 

Red books,   Beverly Clearly, the Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew   and Harlequin   Romances,

Went to home Football games, went to school dances,

Wanted to be a Cheerleader, watched Mary Beth play in the Marching Band,

Climbed trees, played kick the can and did cartwheels in the sand,

Was in Vocal Ensemble, musicals,    and played Flute in the Concert Band. 

 

At the Amusement park, I worked in food Service   where the younger kids liked to go,

I grilled foot long hot   dogs, made cotton candy and drinks I did pour,

Went on picnics, swam and went to the shore. 

 

My favorite Concerts I saw were James Taylor and Bruce Springsteen,

The Eagles and Police I would have liked to have seen.

 

I also saw   Billy Joel, ZZ Top andJethro Tull,                         ,

Those, I do remember, do recall,

I don’t normally like hard rock, but I did some   then at the time. 

 

I composed hand written letters, appreciated Poets and had favorite shows,

Loved to sing, shoot hoops and dance like a ballerina, stand on my toes. 

 

My Favorite Poets were Frost, Dickinson,  Whitman and Poe,

All these things, also made things fun and help me to grow.

 

I enjoyed Mork and Mindy, Happy Days and Mary Tyler Moore,

The love Boat, Fantasy Island and not at all like shopping at the store,

I liked the Odd Couple, MASH, Laverne and Shirley,

Saturday Night Live, and back then, I liked to wake up early.

 

I sometimes ran mid distance, rode my 10 speed bike,  played the piano and swim,

I did not like Math, history and gym. 

 

My adolescent years,

We’re not   totally filled with sorrow and tears,

There were some good times, during those years. 

 

Though, I felt like I was in no man’s land,

And that no one did understand,

I did not know anyone whom was partially sighted or blind till I was 19

  So, I felt out of place as a teen,

Yet, it was not that bad,

As you see here, some fun times I had. 

 I hope I portrayed   a better picture, that it is, more clear?

And now, I am done here. 

Karen's Kanvas: Reflections, Favorite Teachers, Memories and Impact People have on my Life

Last night I listened to Debbie's in the Quiet show, to relax and chill,

I reflected then, and now, I still.

 

I did not think a message from her yesterday I would take away

But I had.   One she did convey

And I have thought about it today.

 

Recently Debbie had a dream,

And she commented that life is not what it   seems,

She spoke of a teacher   in 4^th grade,

And the impression that teacher made,

But as a child we don't often connect the dots then

  Yet learn more than academics at age ten.

 

Those teachers taught all subjects and led the students in their classroom,

Children with many personalities, saw each grow and bloom.

 

They were leaders and role models and showed us the way,

They taught us much each and every day,

Those memories for me, did stay,

And I do recall such a teacher in  the 5^TH grade ,

And what an impression, she made,

I knew of her the year before,

My sister Mary Beth was in her class.   Then it was my turn, it was 1974.

 

Her name was Mrs.  McKeon and she was great!

She taught at E. A.  Bogart in N. J, likely one of the best schools in the state,

 

It was not too far from New York City, Upper Saddle River, in a middle class Community,

She was a positive influence on Mary Beth and me. 

She taught more than   Academics indeed,

More than just English, Science and arithmetic.  She strengthened our ability to read,

But also helped you build confidence and believe in oneself,

Being in her class, improved your mental health. 

 

She had high expectations of her    students including me,

It did not matter that I was the only legally blind child and well I couldn't see,

She gave lots of homework even on the weekend,

Rules, she did not bend .

 

Every week we had 20 new vocabulary words, had to write the definition, part of speech and write a sentence and handwrite the assignment,

Much time I spent,

Had many volumes of a large print dictionary,

  They lay on the shelves of my Parents library,

Used multiple volumes and thought it was a pain,

But it was good for me.   The information, I did retain.

 

She taught us songs, music, had spelling bees   and played games,

She got to know each student, knew everybody's personality, not just our names. 

 

She helped me finally learn fractions, long division and something about art,

She was very special, had a gift, and a warm heart.

 

During that year I was in Girl Scouts, CCD, took typing and in my fourth year of ballet

And I still enjoy dancing today. 

 

That year we also raised a Dog, a shepherd,   named Odell from the Seeing Eye in Morristown, an hour away,

We learned much  in 4-H club   and Camp, was hard to give Odell away. 

 

Mrs.   McKeon did not accept sloppy work, laziness and she made   sure   she had our attention every day

I loved her! she was tough but fair!  Made us work but we also did play.

 

We began with the Pledge Allegiance to the Flag,

We ran the 50 yard dash, did situps and played tag,

She taught us Geography and a song, 50 nifty United States

History, we learned important dates.

 

I did not like History and did not see the point of reading about Colonial times,   or in Science, our Planet Earth,

Worse yet, Math, I did not see its worth,

And in my life, how it, could I apply,

But, I was sad, in June of 75, when I had to say goodbye,

And to Canada we did move, I was not the same girl when we returned to the garden state

I was more quiet, shy and withdrawn

Probably because I did not have friends, was made fun of, in the 7 years we were gone,

Went through many growing   pains, felt alone and sad,

My Sisters, very glad they were there, Tara and Mary, with you, fun I had.  

 

In Junior High, we lived in Canada and Ohio, I withdrew and my spirit almost died,

I sat in class, lessons taught, but I was bullied a lot, at home often cried

After school I retreated to my room, with my books, music, and favorite TV shows,

It was then, began to write, letters I would compose,

To my Grandma and best friend   Andrea   that I left behind,

In Jersey.  That's how I relaxed and unwind. 

 

Andrea was from Grease. In 5^th Grade I taught her some English, and she me, Greek,

We wrote letters every week.

 

Music, Dance, song and writing, were my salvation, they gave me inner strength, kept my sanity and help me to cope,

It made   adolescence bearable,     got me through,

And when I am stressed and feeling down now, these things help, my spirit is renewed.

 

It is, now, as I sit here and     type away,

It has been an excellent day!

 

Sorry, I did digress and went down memory lane for a bit,

Things are out of sequence, hopefully, it will all fit,

The puzzle pieces all fit and the picture   more clear,

You will see, once, I am done here.

 

Anyway, Mrs.  McKeon did not tolerate rudeness and bullying! she  thought respect and how to be kind,

A teacher like her, is hard to find.

 

Also remember, she was thoughtful, caring, funny, not just a teacher, but also a Wife and Mother,

Her son Mike dropped   and in and observed her class once in a while,

He was friendly and made us youngsters laugh and smile. 

 

I remember playing silent ball   , during that game, learned to be quiet, eye hand coordination, and follow rules,

She gave us direction, guidance and the tools,

  To critically think, and encouraged all throughout the year,

I have fond Memories as I sit here. 

 

I have thought about her over the years and even visited her in 1982,

When we moved back to New Jersey, 7 years flew,

Yet, in other ways, was quite long!  Went through puberty when living in Oakville Ontario,

Canada and Cincinnati Ohio as well,

Junior High was awful! hell!,

Pretty bad,

And since then, never had,

A teacher like Mrs. McKeon,   she must be about 80 at this time, wonder, if she is still alive and retired,

I am so grateful that back then, she, they hired. 

 

When I returned  to the states, and  made a surprise  visit in 82 ,she recognized me right away,  she remembered  my face,

The school Changed, was not the same place.    I too, was not the same,

And she remembered my name, not Mary Beth, but me.   Guess, I still looked ten,

  Even when,

I was 18 and a young adult, I looked very young and recognizable to her after all that time,

I hope she is well, and doing fine.

 

Yes, there are people who make an impression and have an impact on us all

Do you recall?

A favorite   teacher? Or someone who made a difference and help you to thrive? And taught you a lesson of some kind?

  Enlightened, inspired you? enabled you to develop your personality  and mind?

Taught you things that you cannot find in   books or in a lecture Hall    ?

I certainly can recall,

And can think of some, a difference for me, they made,

   Some When I was under 5 and some since 5^th grade,

Some   when living in Canada, here in Arizona, Denver, and in the Midwest,

But more, here in the States ,back East, that I remember best. 

 

It's ironic, we  may not  make a connection or feel like anything we have gained  ,

Till later, But  even during storms, thunder and rain,

There  is  the sun, the beautiful rainbow,

Special people change us, color our world, help us  to grow.

 

People come into our lives  for a  reason,

Some for just a season,

Some for just a day,

And some for a lifetime!  those people  are here to  stay,

Are there  for  you each  and every  day,

Through the thick and thin, through the Valleys and the peaks,

in  good times and bad ,each and every week. 

 

 

Those individuals,   don't take for granted , be grateful and  feel blessed! I do!,

For now, this, it must end, I'm through,

Have a busy day, things to do,

So until then my readers and friends,

This message I  send.  

 

Karen's Kanvas: Hand over the Chocolate, and Noone will getHurt!

Hi All,

 

I had written this back in February after reading  this humorous Self Help book.  I  did  not plan on sending it. I don't particularly  like it.  Well, not as much of some  of my work. I don't really think  any of  my work is good but if  it helps any of you  and/or  lifts your spirits or makes you smile  , than its worth it.  Take care and look below. 

 

  I had breakfast out and  a walk I took,

While at the Village inn,  I read a book,

One I began this morning at 3 am,rose with the birds,

Its been  inspiring, as I listened to the words.

 

I wanted  something that would   not make me go back to sleep for a long time,

But something that would encourage me,as I read the  lines,

Or heard the narrator speak. 

I have had one of those weeks,

Beginning of the new  year ,where  I looked at myself,

Was introspective,looked In the mirror, but that,isn't always  good for my mental health

 

At least those of us  whom   are perfectionist and expect  more from  ourselves  than  a family Member or a friend,

I realize that I need to send,

Myself  encouraging words and  look at my success,

For me, sometimes, that is hard  to digest,

, And even, makes it difficult to unwind and get good solid  rest.

 

 

What is this book I am  reading you ask,

That is opening my eyes again and unpealing the mask?

"Just     hand over the chocolate and no one will get hurt" ,is the title, it is true,

Its motivational,  humorous and teaches  you how to get through,

Times of stress,depression and help to obtain goals,

I decided to write now, and soothe my soul.

 

I was, going  to buy some groceries that I need,

Instead, it fed   the creativity within from what I did read.

 

As I sat at the Village Inn table,

And  red, the thoughts  just  flowed and I knew  that  I would  be able

To  write a post once I got   home  and on my laptop,

Later, I can shop,

For the food to nourish   my body  had to write, do this for  me,,

I knew this is where I  had to be,

If the words and thoughts were to appear on the page

  And arranged

Just so in real time.

 

This writer speaks of ways to overcome  the stress and  negative emotion without  devouring an entire box  of your favorite chocolate delight ,

Enables to shed some light,

And see the full glass ,

And knowing, whatever it is, it too will pass.

 

I  tell my friends  this  and believe  it to be the case,

But  often in the midst of it, I don't think it is, with all that  I face,

Dealing with and on my, plate ,

And sometimes, I get myself  in such a state ,

That I want to retreat and isolate  myself for awhile ,withdrawing ,seeing few reasons to smile.

 

If I were  talking to myself like I do a friend ,

Their spirit  I'd    lift and a positive message I send,

I speak  to him or her  with love  and Respect and be kind,

Assisting  to change their own mind ,

And alter  their perspective  and attitude,

So he or she would not want to dive into  unhealthy food,

               What, do they then, find?,,Who wants  unnecessary pounds on their stomachs and     their behinds?,

 I don't want extra weight on my butt,

Noone does , but we all, need a  friendly push  in the right direction  to get  out of a rut,

Out from under,and sort the pile

To  motivate and bring us  a smile ,

Even better  ,  make us laugh  , at our darkest  hour,

we ourselves,don't realize, that we ,already have the power,

Pray,hope and know,

help us, to continue, to go.

 

 

Sometimes  , I lose sight of my dreams,

That, Things  are worse  then they seem,

So I think,

I don't want to gamble or drink,

But  food seems  like my friend or eating nothing at all,

And  what seems right,is  putting  up the walls,

And closing the  doors  and hiding in my cave,

At moments,its hard to " ride the wave"

And just glide,

Enjoy the ride,

No matter  whether  the track is  going up or down and inside and out,

I don't like it, when unfamiliar is the  rout,

Or suddenly being turned  upside down, I feel lost and unshaken,

Not like some, who welcomes the mystery path their now  immediately taken.

 

I thought my outlook on  life was  a positive    one, and  maybe so?

But, sometimes, that side, I don't think I show.

 

In this book, they mention,having cheese   with that whine ,

We all do it some,realizing,maybe,I do it more then I think with certain  friends of  mine?

At times?,I go through    cycles and maybe somewhat extreme  about things?

Doubting self and wondering  if I have wings?,

  To fly and  succeed?,

  Thinking that my whining will help,is what I need and that  my true friends will  listen and  understand ,

Sometimes, they will and even lend  a hand,

And  heart and ears,

And they too, may disclose, their problems, dreams,hopes and fears

 

But after awhile and too much of this,they will  kick your butt  in a positive way,

So, you won't  continue to play,

The same tape and loop   in your head,

Allowing  you to think about what  they said,

And still motivate you  to be your best self,

Improve your mental health,

Abort those   negative  thoughts and remove that old junk

  Stop whining and get out of that funk!

 

True friends are the best! They are awesome  indeed!

However, we all have a purpose, look at   yourself, find the seed,

Help the garden  to  grow,

Take that risk,fill that  dream ,

In the  scheme of it all, no matter  what it is, its not as bad as it  seems,

  Know that  you are special and  we all  have similar experiences that  can help us to relate ,

And when your feelling  discouraged,just wait!,

Don't  grab for the chocolate  ,fries or a shake ,

Do something else, a better decision to make. 

 I know this is something that I need to apply   and follow ,

Sometimes ,News we get    ,is hard to    swallow

And we sometimes   , we eat Things we  shouldn't consume ,

But at the   moment,its  better than the  gloom.

 

Don't stay within  your cacoon, look for the  butterfly!,

Sore  high,

  The skies the limit!,reach for the stars!,

You will go far ,

  Living  your life and making your  mark ,take that leap!,

  Its your own to keep ,

Walk the Journey,  take that ride,

Hang on, go with the tide,

We all are on your side.