Tagged: poem
Repeat, Replay
Do you ever feel that you are stuck on replay?
Do you ever do the very things that you tell yourself you want to change or never do again but then turn around and do the same darned thing? Does someone in your life keep telling you things will change only to repeat the same pattern over and over?
I think we all have loops in our lives. I also think that it’s important to break free from them.
When I listen to music I play my new favorite song over and over, to the dismay of all those around me! But this is not the kind of loop I want to break free from. Everyone can block their ears if they don’t like it! Pretty easy solution don’t you think?
Not all loops and repeats in our lives are as easily solved as this.
I don’t begin to pretend I know how to accomplish this but what I do know is that it’s important to be aware of the areas that we are stuck on repeat and attempt break free from them. Identifying that they exist is key.
Who would want to be stuck on replay everyday, or week, or month or year? I don’t think any of us would.
Forward thinking. Not hula hoop thinking.
Photo props: http://www.flickr.com/photos/christianmontone/
Challenge yourself.
Change yourself.
Get out of your comfort zone and stop living life on repeat.
Put down the hula hoop.
Mean what you say and say what you mean.
Excuse me while I go and hit replay again on my iPod.
Now for a poem.
Cloaked
Repeat,
Replay,
Same words everyday,
Stated in a different way.
Upon the sunrise
I want to sing,
Then I see your eyes
They are clouded,
shrouded
Cloaked in empty promises
Memories of a forgotten time
Even the buds are withered
Not yet full grown,
Plucked and thrown
Potential unknown
Repeat,
Replay,
Same words every day
What are you listening to on repeat lately? (Literally or figuratively)
Let me know. Email or comment box.
My top 2 as of late:
Icona Pop – I love it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxxajLWwzqY
Phillip Phillips – Home
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoRkntoHkIE
Gravy Baby
One of my favorite memories related to Sundays are Yorkshire puddings!
I remember the house smelling like roast beef, so inviting, enticing.
Being first generation born Canadian with a British family, meat and potatoes were a big part of my diet growing up and you can’t have meat and potatoes with out gravy! That would be crazy!
My Grandmother and Mother are by far the Queens of making the most fantastic tasting Yorkshire puddings and the gravy…..the best part.
Enjoy the meat and potatoes of life (especially the gravy baby!)
Happy Sunny Sunday
Gravy Baby
It’s like gravy baby,
You and me
Our reverie
Just you
And me
A cup of Chemistry
A dash of Science
A teaspoon of Spirit
A tablespoon of Soul
Nourishment
Flavor
Gravy Baby
You and me
Ingredients
Combined so perfectly
Sweetly
Completely
It’s Gravy baby
In a boat
Our love a float
Flows hot
makes everything tastier
It’s like gravy baby
You and me
Combined so perfectly
For a great recipe on how to make Yorkshire Pudding check out our fellow bloggers site http://beurreblancbaker.wordpress.com/2013/04/13/yorkshire-puddings/comment-page-1/#comment-2
Writings of a Mr.
Introducing writings of a Mr (otherwise known as Alex)
I don’t think you will see much of his writing on my Blog
but maybe just maybe once in a while I will share more of his beautiful poetry with you.
Thank you Alex for allowing me to share this with the ‘world’.
This is my anniversary poem.
Close to me
In my arms,
I hold you close to me
I’ll hold you close,
For all eternity
Since our first moment
We were meant to be
Our love keeps growing,
I feel the energy
And with my hands,
I hold you close to me
I build a home for our family
I hold your face
I stroke your hair
I look into your eyes and gaze
I touch you
Gently
Underneath my fingertips
I feel you shiver
Your body speaks to me
Through my hands
My hands that are yours
And hold yours
Close to me for all eternity
In my eyes
No beauty can come close
To yours
My breath is heavy
Your eyes
They pierce
They’ve captured me
The willing slave of love
I pull you close
Look into the richness that you are
With all that I am
Eyes only for you
In my arms I hold you close to me
It’s where you’re meant to be
I pull you closer
A sweet surrender to my senses
Your skin smells of a flowering shower
Covering me,
Empowering me
You seduce me.
Like a current running through me
The surge feels so right
I’ll hold you tight
Tonight
I taste you
And linger while I do,
I do
Forever I will
Linger with you
Skin on skin.
Look at all that we’ve been through,
Me and you,
You and I
Us
I cannot say enough,
Of how we’ve made what’s tough
So easy,
Breezy
Me and you,
And you,
In my arms,
I hold you close to me,
On our Anniversary
And this I vow,
To you my wife,
To be your rock,
For the rest of our life
I’ll hold you close
I’ll take good care
I’ll always want
To stroke your hair.
Alex making me a sparkler heart at the cottage, we met on Canada Day, fireworks from the beginning!
Sublime Retreat
I love to dance. I always have. I used to love going out to dance clubs with my girlfriends back in my younger days before life took over.
Now I turn on the music in my kitchen and dance like I’m in a club.
I dance for me because it energizes me, releases happy endorphins and reminds me that in those fleeting moments I’m just me.
Jennifer.
Not a mother or a daughter.
Not a sister or a wife.
Not a role model or a coach.
Just me.
It’s these sweet escapes that we often forget to make time for, as we get older, more responsible and entangled with more responsibilities.
I think it’s important as life ticks on by that we remember the sweet things that brought us joy and freedom before we had to become responsible for life and for others.
Always remember the things that made your heart soar, that made you feel free and joyous.
If you can’t remember what that was or if you never have found something that makes your spirit soar I encourage you to find it, embrace it and dance like no one is watching.
Sublime Retreat
Feel the rhythm
Moving through you
The throbbing of the sound
People all around
Heavy breathing
Lights a glow
Moving
The room is warm
The mood is sweet
Lost in the sound
move like no one is around
Lost in the soothing rhythm of the beat
Swept away,
Sublime retreat
Happy Friday!! Cheers to the weekend!!
Jennifer
Shore to shore, what was I born for?
So I was talking with my little guy last night. He is 5 years old and in full day senior kindergarten.
He’s been biting his nails lately so I asked him if anything was upsetting or bothering him. He said that he got anxious at school. When I asked why he said it was with large groups of people. He said everyone wants to play with him (which is great!) but he only likes to play with a few children at a time and when the group gets large it worries him.
Some of us do well in large groups while others prefer to have small groups or even one on one time. While I am all about being true to yourself and listening to your inner voice, there are times that we have to get out of our comfort zones, venture to places that are unknown and uncomfortable for that is where you will find the most growth.
When I asked my son why he thought that he was anxious in large groups he replied
“I wasn’t born for that.”
What a puzzling, wise response.
How does a 5 year old know what he was or was not born for?
Do we not ask ourselves every other day why am I here? Why was I born? What is my purpose?
While I wonder away and stand in awe of my 5 year old that knows and identifies so well with himself and his feelings I will hold him close and reassure him that there is no need to bite his nails and that he was indeed born for me.
Photo taken last spring in Lagoon City, Ontario.
Shore to shore
I will keep you safe.
Follow me.
I will show you how.
Explore,
But not too far,
Learn,
But not too much,
Swim but stay in line
When you get your wings
You may fly,
Oh me oh my,
Follow me
Stay in a row
a learning we will go
You are protected in the row,
Mummy in front,
Daddy behind.
When you fly off into the world
Daddy will always have your back
And I Mother,
Will always be here to guide you,
When you need me.
Oh, little gosling
You swam so sweetly
Followed in a row
Stay, follow me every where I go..
No, it’s time
Open your wings
You need to stretch,
You need to soar
From shore to shore
Oh my little gosling from before,
I know you can fly
I’ve seen you try
But tell me,
How will I say goodbye?
Little guy, otherwise known as Adam
Revisited the poem, 9 years of marriage
So today is my 9 year wedding anniversary.
I won’t bore you with describing how fantastic of a friend, man, husband, father, son and brother that Alex is. I hit the man jack pot when we met.
Marriage is such a funny thing.
I’m reminded of a line in the movie So This is 40 (such a great movie, if you can laugh at yourself as a wife/woman or a husband/man and at relationships)
There is a line in the movie when the 2 men/husbands are talking about their wives and marriage and what it would be like if their wife died (peacefully of course, their rationalizing, women like a widowed man) and what their second wife would be like. This is all just light-hearted chatter between friends.
It went something like this “God, I can’t wait to meet my second wife, I hope she likes me better than the first.”
Even typing it out makes me laugh.
And so it goes with marriage.
If you can laugh at it, it means that you are aware of the realities in that statement and therefore you will see the ‘real’ issues that are being addressed and hopefully take action to better your relationship.
My marriage is firey and fun. I love the peaks and valleys, the good times and the bad times, acknowledging that and embracing it gives me confidence that my marriage is real and tangible, there for it will stand solid in a very real way. The hardships that you work through in marriage make you stronger.
The more seasons that you have weathered together successfully, the more confident you feel when the next storm arrives. Like a journey on a sailboat you have beautiful days and stormy days and that is expected of the journey. Hopefully you’ve packed well, brought all of the emergency supplies and things that you will need and then you can feel safe and prepared for the journey ahead.
My husband has been sailing since he was a young boy. He knows how to both prepare for the journey and sail through a storm and I’m thankful for that.
Alex rowing me out for a morning sunrise at the cottage
Revisited
A vast array
Of sentiments to say
But really it’s just another day
In our travels
Filled with seasons and temperatures
Wilted, about to fall,
A day so hot,
we need to shade ourselves
A commitment to time,
Paths chosen,
Revisited,
But always together
Hand in hand
We walk
One step blossoming
One step faded
Our footprints have left a path
In many a place
A shared look upon our face
Take my hand
And take the lead,
I will follow you indeed.
Photo props: I didn’t ask Alex if he minded me using this photo, I hope he doesn’t mind appearing half naked for the world to see, maybe he will sue me..
Cheers to us babe!!
Happy Anniversary.
Finish Line, a poem
Full story here: http://www.arkansasonline.com/news/2013/apr/15/two-explosions-boston-marathon-finish-line/
PHOTO BY AP PHOTO/CHARLES KRUPA
“Medical workers wheel the injured across the finish line during the 2013 Boston Marathon following an explosion in Boston, Monday, April 15, 2013. Two explosions shattered the euphoria of the Boston Marathon finish line on Monday, sending authorities out on the course to carry off the injured while the stragglers were rerouted away from the smoking site of the blasts.”
Finish line
The pounding of feet
Beating the street
Blinding sweat
But not so blinding I regret,
We will never forget
Lines crossed
Souls lost
Copyright, 2013
My thoughts are with my American friends and family today.
The world at large feels this loss.
So many countries and so many nations are represented at the Boston Marathon.
World shaking,
Earth Quaking.
Jennifer
Modern Man *Warning, you may not like this*
Consider your self warned.
Modern Man
Materialism
Worldly things.
Man used to fight with swords
Flashy things of a different sort
Modern man? You have Power?
You are as soft as the sprinkle from my shower,
Oh, you great big tower
Flashy cars and diamond rings
A heart and soul that sings
Gone are the days of the Man of power,
Welcome to the days of the fragrant flower
This photo was taken during our visit to New York City, New York, USA 2012
READ MY COPYRIGHT, THANKS
Any thoughts on the poem?
Becky and the Black Labs
So I am going to see my friend this afternoon.
Around 2:00.
We both have black labs, husbands and children (well, she has a child).
Our dogs love to run and play together. They get along so well.
I love to watch Maya roll around and chase Bailey.
They have returned home from the nature trails and nearby woods with their tongues
hanging to the side and each other’s saliva turned to icicles hanging off of their mouths.
My friend and I pause our conversations to watch them when they come to the
sliding door, to check in with us and laugh. It makes us smile.
Now that winter is leaving us I am sure they will return a muddy mess.
I’m glad they have each other.
I’m glad that I have her.
Lady (Becky)
So there’s this lady that I know,
She challenges me to grow.
Our conversations just flow.
We crunch on baby carrots and sip on tea,
Time together just her and me,
no family
I am such a thinker, ponderer, wanderer,
She helps me challenge that voice,
quiet it if you will, make it still
So that I can reflect and inspect,
put myself in check,
Like I said there’s this lady that I know,
She challenges me to grow.
She’s someone you should know.
Friendship is a powerful thing.
Do you have a friend that’s different from the rest?
What is it about the person that is so unique and refreshing for you?
Please share in the comment section below, I would love to know!
In between, places yet unseen
Have you ever felt in between?
Excited to be places yet unseen?
Embarking on a new or scary venture?
But knowing that it’s right?
That is how I have been feeling today.
Take courage my friends and trust in yourself and your intuition.
In honor of National poetry month, here is my one and only poem.
This was written during a time of pondering faith and science in Feb. 2009
In between
Heaven, earth
Creator, creation
faith, manipulation
joy, exasperation
Belief, trust
hardened crust
They’ve seen the light
about to take flight
to places unseen,
somewhere in between
Bipedalism, microorganisms
evolution, pollution
surreal, secular appeal
be like me, trinity
cross symbolism
fleshly heroism
Glorified Gods
isolated pods.
They’ve seen the light
about to take flight
to places never seen,
somewhere in between.
Knowledge
realities foliage
“I think that was a poem, either way I love words.“
Writings of a Mrs 