My Buddy

Living in my shadow

This large fluff-ball of joy

Holds such love in his eyes

A precious little boy

Sweet kisses on my chin

Brings me his special toy

So we play tug of war

My dog I soooooo enjoy

 

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Does True Love Exist?

What is true love?

Are soul mates real?

Are they sent from above?

Do they cause you to feel

That special knowing

That gets your blood flowing?

Is it supposedly magic?

Do soul mates exist?

Or is love supposed to be tragic?

Maybe it’s just something I missed

Never has he been a best friend

Each time I thought he was the one

It always came to an unhealthy end

Should I give up hope and be done?

Perhaps we don’t all get our twin flame

For some, maybe love is meant to be

And others, it’s meant to be pain

Is there really someone for me?

And our paths have just not crossed yet?

How long am I supposed to wait?

Is staying single my best bet?

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Feeling a bit melancholy today. Christmas brings it out, I guess. I’ll never forget one Christmas, this guy I’d been dating had been acting distant. Then on Dec 23, he presented me with a beautiful custom-made ring. I was completely confused, because of how he’d been acting and then not knowing what this ring meant.

On Christmas Eve, he broke up with me. Yup. Best Christmas ever. I asked him, “Why did you have this ring made for me?! Why on earth would you give me a ring, knowing you’re going to break up?!”

Wanna know what his response was?! What a lame ass…

“It’s a special ring for a special person.”

Basically, yes, he knew he was going to break up with me when he had it made. It was meant to be a parting gift. I found out that he’d given another girl he’d dated before me the same parting gift – a different ring that he custom made. As if a ring is going to be this wonderful consolation prize. Yeah, he was a real genius.

I ran into him a couple of years later and he was with the girl he left me for. They were married. She looked exactly like him. Weirdest thing ever! Seriously, she had his face but with longer hair and a bit more junk in her trunk.

No, I’m not bitter. It would just be nice if some of these guys would have a brain. Don’t give a ring as a parting gift, okay, guys? Because that’s really stupid. And if you know you want to break up with a girl, please do it sooner than Christmas Eve. Don’t prolong things. Don’t linger. Just get it done as quickly as you can. You’ll be free and you will maybe not ruin her Christmas.

I’m glad he broke up with me. Because I love where I am in my life. I love that I married someone else and had the daughter of my dreams (better than a dream because it’s real), and I’m glad I divorced him and found happiness again in my freedom from that miserable prison. And I’d do it all again to get that wonderful little (not so little anymore as she’s an adult) person!!!!

Still, I wonder if the one is out there or even if there’s such a thing. I did get the daughter I always prayed for with all the qualities I prayed for. Maybe I’ve had my happiness. Maybe that’s all I need. I have my mom and my daughter – 2 best friends. 2 true loves. I guess not many can say they have two.

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Ghost Town

 

Long set silence and stillness fill the town

Dusk falls and the tumbleweeds roll around

The wind takes speed and the dust billowing

Shrieks of the banshee is wholly harrowing

The distressed saloon doors sway to and fro

With rusty squeaks as the dusty winds blow

A glass appears on the bar and starts filling

Slides down to a ghost as he drops one shilling

Echoes fade in with laughs and piano tunes

Women in low cut dresses and cheap perfume

Apparitions of men in western gear

Guns in holsters, big hats and anger appear

Cards being played and someone’s caught cheating

They rear their fists to commence the beating

Shots reverberate through the bar and the town

Call the doc! Call the priest! There’s two men down!

The air stills and the music fades to gray

The ghostly visions gently whisper away

The bloodstained floor remains to this day

This decrepit town lost in time to decay

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I truly wanted to keep going with this, as a story began to ensue, but honestly, it’s almost 10 and I have many other things to do. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed it and I’ll try to make more time for tomorrow’s poem.

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Be Daring – Be Amazing – Do Yo Thang

Sitting staring at empty space

You wonder what in the world to place there

You procrastinate and gaze into space with a glare

Thinking to yourself you had the whole day to prepare

You waste time by settling on the first thing you ensnare

And you jot down anything and you think it’s complete crap but beware

You just review what you wrote and you think, “Wow, I pulled that out of thin air.”

Still thinking it’s lame but do not despair

There’s a nugget of wisdom I wanted to share

Writer’s block is a thief in the night, you think, but be aware

It’s you, yourself that bars to path to everywhere

You can go anywhere you please if you allow and declare

Just move through the motions and try if you dare

To enjoy the journey without limiting yourself – do not scare

Keep going and doing and you’ll accomplish it, I swear

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So this is me

Without any

Creativity

 

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I am counting down. I am loving this #30daysofpoetry – even when my mind is too sleepy/tired to come up with anything better, but at least I came up with a true nugget of wisdom. Keep going, keep doing, keep trying. If you’re sitting there and can think of nothing to write, my best practice is to write complete gibberish/ insanity/ rubbish – and as you go along, you eventually arrive somewhere you didn’t think you’d travel, especially from the place you started.

Doing is better than staring.

Just write something. Even in a novel, the first draft is usually scrap and the second and third drafts are getting somewhere but you have to have a starting point.

Oh, I’m counting down (I got distracted). Counting down and getting ready for January’s challenge = Living a plant-based diet. Yes, I am enjoying my wine and cheese and my chocolate covered cherries, for now, but I am cutting back on the junk food just a little. I stopped putting sugar in my coffee. I don’t always normally add sugar but I’m pulling away from sugar (my biggest addiction) little by little.

By Dec 15, I will stop all alcohol and cut my coffee back to 1 cup per day till Dec 26, and then I will cut out the coffee, at least till Feb 1. I am looking at recipes for plant-based diets, and I’m looking at moving my blog to wordpress.org. So my domain would be http://www.adjustingyourfocus.com and cutting out the wordpress add-on. What do you think? I am just thinking of branching out, maybe branding a little, having more room for creativity,  maybe even videos on some days, etc. Whatever ideas or thoughts you have would be most welcome!! Not sure what theme I’m going with. Not sure about monetizing. Not sure about a lot of things but I’m sure I’ll figure it all out.

The plant-based diet thingy is a bit daunting but it’s also very exciting and I’m eager to feel more energy, have a healthier body, healthier skin and hair, etc. And I’m sure losing weight will be a great addition to the package. I’ll be sharing my complaining and my cravings for meat and junk food, wine, cheese, coffee…… the list is really endless here, and I will also share the good parts – really looking forward to all those! Maybe even sharing some recipes of things I come up with, in case anyone chooses to be as crazy as I am.

I know, there’s a lot of you herbivores out there. Not saying you’re crazy. I just feel a bit crazy for jumping into this 30-31 day challenge. But it’s all good. I can handle it. The hardest part is cooking for a hungry teenager who will most likely continue to be begging for meat. The smell of bacon, alone, may cause me to pass out. Watch out for me, Hallie?

The Tiger of Terryville

There he perches night and day

Working for his hourly pay

Nothing can lure his focus astray

He’s waiting for his chance to play

– The tiger of Terryville

No other care has he

As he watches steadily

That rodent will never be free

– The cat has paid his bill

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So this is about me watching my ever starving (or so he claims 24/7)  cat always on the prowl. I saw him crouched down watching something wiggle in the grass and he waited… and he waited… until… he didn’t wait any longer. This has a bit of Tennyson mixed in as his poetry is always stuck in my brain, The Lady of Shalott.

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Love Haiku

 

A tabernacle

Of love, also known as God

Resides in our hearts

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A sweet haiku. The mood I’m in today. Hope you like it. Love yooze guys. Xoxo

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Flowers on Sundays

The moonlight gleamed upon the window ‘neath the old oak

A glimmer beamed like a spotlight toward the stranger’s cloak

His face but a mere shadow from the charred cowl he wore

Carrying a limp and hunched over might he be sore

Traversed this family’s graveyard of days long ago

Not a site this cold winter’s night most would choose to go

Still, fear escaped him as he progressed each tomb and stone

His mission ever present and his stern resolve shone

Just a few slow footsteps more and he seemed to cower

Tears fell ‘pon a stone as he held a bunch of flowers

The words engraved read Lizbeth Ivy – Beloved wife

Loving mother 1820-1845

They were married, he and she, till she passed very young

Best friends since childhood, married 15, one girl, one son

He’d brought her flowers every Sunday since they wed

She passed shortly after childbirth in her wintery bed

Several years passed, their children grew and moved away

Dropping a lantern, house caught fire and try as he may

He could not put it out and it consumed the whole house

Placed the flowers on her stone and lay beside his spouse

Some winter Sundays, you might witness him by moonlight

You can see him lay down and vanish into the night

~ Carol Blake (me)

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