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Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Motivational

    Yes I Can

 

Up shortly after 3am I’ve been awake for 12 hours as of now and thinking of those yearnings, those daydreams of how I knew what I’d do should I some day retire. I’d write. That longing to be able to sit down for as long as I wanted because I had the time, but the reality is right now I want to nap. Should give it the rest of the week I imagine to get into the full swing of retirement and shortened work days, catch up on relaxation, you know; health, kick-back preparedness and stay away from online shopping. Watch a movie, catnap, and don’t worry about how early it gets dark that’ll be changing soon enough. Isn’t it December 21st that’s the shortest day and then they begin to stretch little at a time? That’s right and I have a coupon for an additional 20% off any item at Express dated Dec 27 through the 30th.

 

No!!!

 

No… internet… shopping!!!!!!

 

Go, walk it to the trash.

 

I…can…do…it….

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Sayin', Motivational, new year

Oh The Possibilities

Two final days of 8 hour work and retirement began on Wednesday. I was a little tired Friday (only yesterday) but haven’t been this lively since I started at the daycare 3 years ago. Can’t wait to see how I feel after a full week of less work, coming home in daylight and being able to rest up, nap, or simply get something done while energy is still present.

Going to love taking the time to wrap my head and physical well-being around this one.

Posted in Books & Stories, Flashes, Just Poetry, Motivational

You Should Model

 

You should model he said

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller

 

How did it start

Well let me tell you

I got out of work early

It never happens you see

Not to me

Almost thrilling

I put in the time for half hour vacation

So I could leave

Will it be approved

One never knows

Nonetheless out the door I flew

But

I forgot to clock out

Just a block away around I spun to come back

Don’t ask I quipped as a friend let me in

Time clock awry

To the office I went

Straightened it all out

Speaking of which

Out the door I went

Fifteen minutes later

No turning back

Not this time

 

Not this time

 

In the median we were to cross the street

Conversation innocent enough

What does your t-shirt say

Oh snap with a skeleton holding part of its leg

Purple and orange

You ready for Halloween

Since October 1st I’d said

They mumbled to each other in levity

You should model said one

Say what

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said in levity too as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller

No you should

My name is Michael

You have a good night

You too

You have a good one the other one said

A little further ahead

Pointing to me as people do when they mean

I mean you

I pointed back with cell still in hand smiling

That smile to yourself

You too

 

We parted ways

They turned left I kept going straight

 

Did I put my arm around him too

You know I couldn’t remember

But I think I did

Why don’t I remember

Hmm

Michael

Like the archangel I mused

I should model

How could it be possible with this body

 

Oh…

 

With clothes on I questioned the light bulb clicked

How polite

Tactfully said

I’d like to see you naked could it be

He’d been saying to me

 

Imbranato

Not this one

Immersed

Esse quam videre

Passion on his sleeve

His embrace so gentle

 

Oh my

 

How about that

I kept pace with my playlist’s music in my head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Just Poetry, Motivational

  Ufuk’s Kiss

 

 

He gave just a little kiss like this…

Not on your life

 

He was her boyfriend not mine

We all lived in the same house being teachers abroad

Ages 21 to 60 beyond

It didn’t matter as we made life work

We didn’t necessarily hang out together

Though we had our moments to share

We sought our interests

This evening in the kitchen we were

He had done something helpful

Or was it something he’d said

I remember standing in the doorway

As I quipped to him you rock

Mimicking a kiss through the air

More kick than I thought

Or he felt it for real

Not intended

 

Honest

 

He shot one back to me

Almost knocking me off my feet

I felt that arrow penetrate my being

My core

But he never moved from his spot

That’s passion pure form

His girlfriend my flatmate didn’t like it one bit

No

She did not

 

I love life

He had plenty

 

It lay silent inside me until just now

Some years flitting by

What was her boyfriend’s name

A harmless muse walking early today

There were two I’d confuse of two friends

Well one not so much

 

Then I remembered

And remember I did

That’s passion

Don’t dwell on the past

The hell you say

Oh

Just for the moment I believe I’ll stay

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Crafts, Culinary Art, Motivational

Must Tell The World: Sunday Brunch Or Saving The Potato Salad

Sautéing garlic cloves, onion and green/red bell pepper in olive oil… took the container of leftover potato salad and dumped it on top… cranked the heat up a bit and cooked uncovered, potatoes browned beautifully, flavor – very good, put most in a new container, scrambled an egg in what was left in the pan, topped with a slice of muenster… I’d show you a picture but it’s all gone!

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Motivational, new year

  As A Rule

 

Wine can make the heart merry

It’s divine intention to be

One evening feeling a Margarita though

I made one from a tequila liqueur

Because it was all there was

A digestif in nightcap’s true form

There’s a difference didn’t you know from liquor

Still

Frozen, cold, refreshing, downed so smooth

Overwhelming never happens

Not to me you see I don’t get drunk as a rule

Needless to say it became a surprise

Then I was paralyzed

Didn’t care for this feeling at all

Had to lay still after getting comfortable if you will

Sleep came some hours passed

Happy to see daylight’s sense of born again

Yet

Moderately heavy head

Admittedly unpleasant that said

Lesson learned

A single shot will do