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Humor: Life after death
Life After Death.
My mother calls me a CNE in reference to my church attendance…Christmas ‘N Easter. These days I’m lucky if I’m even a “C” so you can tell I’m not big on structured religion. I do however believe in a type of reincarnation, but I certainly don’t subscribe to any of the standard theories on the subject.
Popular entertainer Reba McEntire said in her interview with the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, “I believe in reincarnation. I know that I have been here before. I will get flak from Christians who will say I can’t be a Christian if I believe this. I’m sorry, but this is how I live my life and this is what I think. I believe I have spent Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsSongs: Theme parks – Part 1
When I was young and carefree, I could ride scarry rides after gobbling cotton candy
Now I get worried just watching the comercials on TV, Monster Roller Coasters aren’t the same at 33
I took my kids to a Theme Park here in Ohio, I’m not sure if it was a good idea, but they just had to go
After emptying my wallet at the front gate, we got into a line where we had to wait
A hot day in a line, I can’t abide, but my kids enthusiasm wouldn’t subside
I wasn’t even sure what ride the line was for, but the people coming back looked shook-up for sure
When I was young and carefree, I could ride scarry rides after gobbling cotton candy
Now Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsReflections: Growing up
Elmo’s big E
Six year old Sapphire fell in love with Elmo when she was a mere three months old, sitting in her rocker and gurgling gleefully at the red fuzzy muppet with ping pong balls for eyes who sang and danced on the television in front of her (whilst her Mum was having a much-needed shower, you understand). At six months, she’d clap her hands excitedly and rock up and down; and by seven months she just about stood up and ran a circle in her glee when I bought a large Elmo home for her.
It was a match made for life it seemed. At night we’d have to pry her fingers from his furry body so that she’d stop Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsReflections: Remembering the music of the seventies
I got out of the Navy in 1969 ans was all of 22 at the time, listening to the Stones, Jefferson Airplane, the Beatles, the Doors, Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix was perhaps the most innovative musical experiences of a lifetime. On the weekends I tried to attend as many hip concerts of the day as I could, because that is where the very young good looking groupie babes hung out glamming for the rock stars. They got their attention by raising up their shirts to show their breasts, imagine that!
Their was a certain bunch of hip young things all styled out to the tee that hung with the Rod Stewards of the day that could manage, after the Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsReflections: Remembering the 2006 World Series – Part 1
The 2006 World Series provided definitive proof that in the game of baseball anything can happen. The Detroit Tigers spent most of the regular season dominating the American League Central, but faltered down the stretch, making the playoffs as the Wild Card. In the playoffs, the Tigers returned to their dominant form, cruising into the World Series behind stellar pitching from a young staff of power arms anchored by veteran Kenny Rogers. In the Series, they matched up with the St. Louis Cardinals, the most unlikely of opponents. The Cardinals had also experienced troubles during the regular season, overcoming injuries to Albert Pujols, Jim Edmonds, and Mark Mulder to make the playoffs with a record of Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Feeling lost – Part 3
I’m Lost
I’m lost, like a child,
who’s lost in a crowd.
Crying and wide-eyed,
running through the shroud.
I’m lost, like a kid,
who wandered to far.
Daylight is fading fast,
alone in the woods, this might leave a scar.
I’m lost, like a teenager,
who ran away tonight.
No food, no money,
leaving is better than the fights.
I’m lost, like a college student,
trying to find a way.
Working hard and studying,
numbing the mind with play.
I’m lost, like a spouse,
who’s learning to be a pair.
Arguing and fighting,
over which one doesn’t share.
I’m lost, like a new parent,
just learning the ropes.
Lack of sleep, diapers and bottles,
feeling like crying, but beginning to cope.
I’m lost, like a newly divorced Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Moonlight – Part 3
I remember sitting outside one night.
For a moment I wasn’t on my own.
Illuminated by the bright moon light,
For once I was not alone.
The light posessed a softness.
Just like the feeling of her skin.
The moonlight shown upon her face,
Showing me life can again begin.
The moonlight since dimmed and went away.
The clouds again moved in.
The angel that I thought came that day,
Left me to be alone yet again.
Reflections: Who do you think is the most important person ever to live
The Most Important Person Ever to Live
This is one of those questions that is both easy to answer and in the next moment impossible.
It is easy because my first thought would be to say the person who personifies my own personal beliefs, my hero or political/religious figurehead. But are they the most important person ever to live? If they hadn’t lived wouldn’t have someone else have filled their place?
It is impossible to answer because surely no one person has shaped the world by their existence. If you name a political leader then they didn’t work on their own, or else there is someone else who represented the opposite of their views. If you name a religious leader then they Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Then & now
Then and now
Remember then and nowwhen things
where so new
You had the world at your fingertips
you didn’t know what to do
You wanted to have it all,
hoping that you wouldn’t fall
You wanted to share your deepest
desires, deepest dreams
Where nothing was as real as
it seems.
Remember then and now when you
where just starting out
When you didn’t know what the
world was about
Now you see yourself back then
looking at the way things might
have been
You see yourself in a different
light
Now you see yourself holding on
with all your might.
Remember then and now how
things used to be
Where you didn’t wonder what
was your destiny
Where you knew each step that
you take
It didn’t matter if you made a
mistake
Remember then and now how
things stand
Where you just had to reach
out and take a stand
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No CommentsPoetry: Death of a spouse
Today Was the Day
She walked ’round the room
Her soul filled with gloom
Her eyes dull and grey,
For today was the day…
She paused by the bookcase
And noticed a space
Where a tome used to lay;
Today was the day…
In a sense she knew
What that shelf was going through
The emptiness it felt…
Weakened, she knelt…
She crawled to her bed
Her face a colourless red
Clutching her pillow tight,
Never again would her world be right.
Then something caught her eye,
Like the spider catches the fly,
A book: the missing tome
Bleak against the table’s chrome.
She turned it in her hand,
The feel of its leather grand.
Noticing prints of a finger,
She let her thumb there linger.
Tears Read the rest of this entry »
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