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Be-Easy

Sometimes, I make life so complicated. Following the stream, makes me grow. Instead of banging my head against the river- bed. I am learning, just be-easy. It’s freaking-that simple, be-easy. Life is full of fun -surprises, and who doesn’t want to have fun!

When I look around and see, warm sunshine, green grass and the mud that makes little children dirty. I realize I’m okay, right here. This is the path that brings me laughter, that oh-ey gooey feelings, drizzling with chocolate and butterscotch ice cream. Okay,  back to that thing happening in my life. I’m  on “30 days of thankfulness” Just being easy with me and the rest will come.

No, I’m not always happy, I slip off into the why’s of life. Why did I leave the house with my house-shoes? Why are the kids so loud? Why is there a little flying nat, annoying the crap out of me? WHy , Why Why?

So these 30 days are stretching me, off my traditional rubber-band, paddling up stream.(i.e. fighting the waters like the dog that can’t swim)

I am learning to say “all is well ( or to hell with it -which ever works !).”

 Thank You John jjz3  “Stories in the Struggle”,  for this, jam-packed full, one Question. I am a great fan of your blog which is deeply moving and I love to laugh (real talk check John out here http://johnjzokovitch.com/2015/03/11/the-last-time-i-laughed-at-myself/.Thank you for Nominating me for this Daydreamers Award. I’m not usually good at completing award nominations but I’m getting better. 

daydreamer-award

Tell us about something that is happening in your life right now that is really challenging you, making you stretch and grow?

RULES:

  1. Thank the person who gave you the award – THANK yOU JOHN jjz3
  2. Complete the challenge they set you. (see below)
  3. Select a blog or blogs that you want to give the award to. The amount of blogs you select is unlimited!  (See my choices below.)
  4. Tell them about it and send them a challenge.
  5. Please include the rules in your post.

So in gratitude for John’s recognition of my blog, here are a few blogs I find intriguing and fun to read; which I nominate For The Daydreamers Award”  for blogs that are inspiring, creative, and/or funny…

And here is my question for these bloggers:  When was the best day of your life?

Lorien

Ashley Blanco Speaks

JackieP

STILL HERE -Langston Hughes

STILL HERE BY Langston Hughes- 1902-1967

I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between ’em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!

Langston Hughes

Copyright © 2000-2015 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved.

(Day 10 Future) Coral Reefs

 Steel blue salt,
In the waters that doth not stale.
The greatest fear is to fail.
Salt blue steel.
 Soulful lessons with each tide.
Till I, shake the need for dying.
Til I, manifest, solid visions of my dreams.
Til the Urchins of the sea, find a home past the thieves.
 Caught between the thickets of its kind.
Reeled forward holding lines.
Hook in gills
Gills in hooks
  Reflections, of unsung stories
all that lies before me
 tis but, Pearls of Opportunities.

Day 5 (Fog) Crystal

Naw,naw naw.

Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink.

Shadow-calling God in Make believe.

Somewhere past the moon squares.

Where men are made of snow.

Fiery rains a comin,

Ya can’t fix stupid,  everywhere you go.

Poetry Writing Challenge Fog-Today’s form, the elegy ,poetic device Metaphor

Day 3 (Trust): Colors of Skin

Skipping light,gotta find time to be,

Kind,letting go suicidal humming;she’ll rise above, wrinkled lines.

If she could only see, the colors in her own glass.

Never then, would she pretend to be trapped, instead she’d be free.

Today’s word is trust:Writing Poetry 201 Challenge

To trust myself is a challenge after so many falls and let downs…(trusting the skin I’m in)

Happy writing….

Space

Dear clutter, it’s been swell. Living underneath the piles of flimsy wash-cloths and moldy shelves.

I’ve tried, and you’ve lied, about the mess nobody makes.It takes courage to thoroughly clean,

Beneath basements and baseboards.

Look what we’ve become!

Shabby and raggedy,always nagging bout the times when you was as fine as oatmeal.

Please.

I’m not asking.Still my space..

The loaves

My tears are no ordinary waters.

It was here, my gut rose to take its place.Its gonna be alright.

My life, is gonna be alright.Have a small bite,

These rainy cycles of loving me.All because I indulged in dark cherry, brownies …

Wait never mind the calories…

Got down in the bottom of skillet,

feeling good…

When my soul speaks

She was not just a pretty orange to peel.Her vitamin c, drove back the mucus of icicles.

Hacking deeply like rusty faucets,

sputtering brown,

then yellow ,almost pasty clear.

She would not quit, come too far in the snow.

Open the oceans wide and you’ll find me.

In the arms of hope,

I’m finding my way to life….

Crazy

She picked and scratched her edges.Her uterus burst forth in hunger.

By default she gravitated toward evil and worshipped,

in meal,in song,in suffering.

Trying to hold crazy together.

Her crooked places made her stumbled in

Amen,Amen Amen.

Her Halleluiah, swallowed vigorously the evil she had married in her head,

sinner and saint.

Amen.Amen.Amen

She would be driven out in bullet holes,HIV,and over grown-fur coats.

Trying to hold crazy together.

Amen.Amen.Amen

Run.Run.

Run with your Amen

Trying to hold crazy together…