The struggling artist spent a sleepless night trying to create a masterpiece. Finally, he fell on his knees and asked, “Lord, how can I create beauty?” Suddenly a clap of thunder shook the earth and the rain poured down. The Lord whispered, “This is how I create.”
Originally posted June 2, 2011
I made a mistake
I messed up big today.
Now sleep will not come while
my mind is stuck on replay.
by Marilyn D. Lee
Ever since D and I have been married,
in my heart a message for you I’ve carried.
Now that Mother’s Day is coming around
I’ve decided it’s time to put some of it down.
I haven’t known you for very long as time goes,
but you are a good mother as everyone and Heaven knows.
How do I know these things are true?
Three wonderful children were guided by you.
D is the one that I’m thinking about –
he is the greatest man without a doubt.
You’ve taught him very well the things he should do.
As a husband and a father he is the very best.
His love, kindness and manliness have stood the test.
All these qualities and many others that he has
are all because of you, a very special lass.
I have always told him he is a very gentle man.
That’s because his mother is a very gentle woman.
At this time I’d like to say something long overdue
for raising such a special son I say thank you.
written for Mother’s Day 1973
© 2014 ck’s days
To be honest,
I had a rough night.
A bad headache,
I just didn’t feel right.
Now it’s morning,
and I have to go and do.
Trying my best,
just to muddle through.
What is focus?
It doesn’t exist for me.
I keep drifting,
from where I oughta be.
Don’t ask questions,
I can’t think of such.
Don’t annoy me,
and it won’t take much.
Ms. Cranky Pants
will probably show her head.
I wish I could
take a break and nap instead.
All I ask is,
help me through the day.
If I were you,
it’s best if you stay out of my way.
© 2014 ck’s days
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Here’s my nightly recap,
and I just have to say
I sure am tired
from my busy, busy day.
I am thankful for spring –
with its longer days and warmer air.
I am thankful for sweets –
and all the delicious goodies we share.
You laid down your head,
you closed your eyes.
Leaving when there’s more to be said,
without saying goodbye.
Why has this happened,
why has this happened to me?
When I seem to lose all hope, I hear a voice saying:
Don’t worry. I’ll be with you when I can, just go on,
please stay strong.
Do not worry, you may not see me right now
but I know somehow,
I will hold you, I will see you, I will feel you again.
But don’t worry, I’ll never really leave you,
because of Him.
I’ve given my greatest sacrifice and put my heart to the test.
But I realize, I’m not the only one to go through this.
I think of my Brother and what he went through –
because of Him I can hope, because of Him, I can be comforted,
because of Him, I hear a voice saying:
Don’t worry, I’m with you always, just go on,
please stay strong.
Do not worry, you may not see me right now,
but I know somehow,
I will hold you, I will see you, I will feel you again.
But don’t you worry, I’ll never really leave you
because of Him.
© 2014 ck’s days
by Suzy Hazelwood
The cover of a book
can display more fiction
than the words on the actual page
And beginnings
and endings
can beg the reader to buy
But the books
that I never fall out of love with
their covers often bland
are to be found
or acquired
by chance of being there
just a lucky day
My mind quivers
with eager anticipation
at what my eyes will see
between the musty ancient pages
as my fingers stroke the aged and tatty skin
of a book from long ago
Authors I’ve not heard of
but were men of great fame
in their literary day
Publications
declared to be written ‘By A Lady’
a nameless novelist
a woman
quietly competing
in a man’s world of books
All their words folded into paper
a hundred years or more
the print
waiting
to be read
or spoken
just one more time
And now I
this woman of ebook future
and computer literate age
will absorb
the declaration
the knowledge
and the beauty
of a timeless writers heart
http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2012/11/14/a-timeless-writers-heart/
Hey girl!
Where are you going –
I don’t think you know.
You just had to leave –
you just had to go.
And I don’t blame you.
