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    dotsJournal: Memoriesdots
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    Mood: Overwhelmed

    It is already January 8, 2006. This new year has been off to quite a start.

    Our Grandfather clock just struck 3:00 A. M. Here, in Southern California, our weather is very comfortable, not too cold, nor too warm, but a little foggy.

    My home is quiet, except for a program on the "Animal Planet." My husband is still asleep, as is my 13 year old 135 pound "puppy", Cocoa. We are dog-sitting for our niece. The dog is still a puppy, not even a year old yet, named Max. Max is a mix, part Golden Retriever, and part ???, he is very well mannered and follows us everywhere throughout our home, wanting to either be given some form of treat or play ball. Cocoa seems to be okay with him, as long as he doesn't try to intrude into the areas she has deemed hers.

    All signs of the holiday festivities have been boxed and stowed away, until, once again; the holiday's are here. The one thing not boxed, of course, is our Holy Bible. That being said, I will now go into retrospected memories, highs and lows.

    Loving the holiday season, the family gathered, sharing stories and laughter, always bringing a smile to my face even when the stores are not new. These stories become treasured memories. It seems that during this glorious time of the year, most strangers wear a smile. Some, however, demonstrate anger and disdain, this saddens me.

    The year 2005 is now part of history. Hopefully, the lessons have been learned, never to be repeated. I shall now continue in review of the high and low experiences of this now bygone year.

    The major trials and tribulations seemed to be focused on death, lingering for what seemed to be forever. I thought it would never end. This, of course, is the low in experiences of the year 2005.

    My much beloved mother-in-law, such a kind, gentle, and generous soul was, absolutely, heaven-bound. Mom crossed over just a couple months shy of her 90th birthday. A wonderful lady, Mom, and Grandma is most assuredly missed by this family. For the past 36 years, either Dick or I were in contact with her on a daily basis.

    The next, death of a friend, completely unexpected, without illness or disease. He even had plans for the next day, then quietly, in his sleep, crossed over.

    As for death in the year 2005, the last was my beloved Annie. She was my friend and protector, her main duty was to guard; which she did very well. The presence of our alpha dog, Annie, is deeply missed not only by us, but our other dog, Cocoa who still mourns. On August 9, 2005, the day before our 31st anniversary, Annie had to be euthanized. Annie was 15 years old, a wonderful dog we rescued from premature death. Her last call to us was a heart-wrenching wail. I shall never forget the sound, it still brings tears to my eyes and raises a lump in my throat. We remained at her side until she took her last breath. This was the kindest, most loving thing we could do for her;as her kidney's had completely shut down.

    Death, indeed, tested my faith in the year 2005. I am not certain whether or not our year long guest was the "Grim Reaper," or the "Kind Messenger."

    Now, as for some high points, my faith remains strong. My family is, basically, well. A few broken bones, bumps, bruises, and minor illnesses scattered among the family, but nothing that wouldn't bring them back to good health.

    Once again, I joyfully started writing again. I had this placed my writing on the back burner during the pay-check years, as well as the years of self-employment.

    Many new friends have been made on this site, eliteskills, as well as the poets using the poet's workshop site. I was delighted to find out the majority of poets are spiritual, and have a sense of humor.

    I was asked to join as an author in the publishing of a book titled "A Baker's Dozen." The publishing fees have already been paid for, and there will be 13 poet authors, with 13 different poems a piece that will make up this book. All of the authors have been chosen, now it is a matter of bringing our works together. This will be a lot of work, but very exciting. Should this first book sell well, this will be an ongoing publication.

    The new year 2006 is starting off in a not too wonderful way. The last few days, I have been battling with a virus and spyware on my PC. After a lot of hours spent on tracking it all down, I think it is finally gone.
    I have not sent anyone a message during this infected period, as I didn't want to even, possibly, send anyone else the malicious virus and spyware as was done to me. Why these people waste that kind of intelligence on infecting someone elses computer instead of something our nation could use to maintain quality of life or the such, is beyond me. What a waste!

    Well, my home is now waking up, so it's time for me to move on, wishing everyone a very happy New Year. May God fill this new part of your life with many blessings.

    ...Created 2006-01-08 07:21:46

    dotsJournal: December 2005dots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    It is 2:30 A.M., Wednesday, December 21,2005. With my husband peacefully sleeping, I find myself with paper in front of me, pen in hand, uncertain as to what I shall write.
    All around are signs of a commercialized Christmas. Trimmed in all of it's beauty, lights twinkling, angel as the topper, stands the Christmas tree; centered in front of the picture window for all to see.
    Scanning the room, my gaze slowly moves from the homemade Christmas spray to the glorious Nativity scene, and finally, a winter wonderland setting of one single family, all resting upon our formal oak table; for the enjoyment of always invited friends and family.
    At my feet, quietly, lies Cocoa, 135 lbs., chocolate brown, female Labradore/Griffin puppy, 13 years of age. Hearing her high pitch whimper, I pause in writing to see what she needs. With golden eyes peering up at me, Cocoa is asking me for the regular signs of affection she has grown accustomed to, and of course, a few of her homemade puppy cookies, made with one of her favorite flavors, peanut butter.
    With her deep throaty growl or bark given to strangers she perceives as being a threat to the family, and in comparison, her high pitched puppy sounding yips, yelps, barks and whimpers as she speaks to the family, one would never know it was the same dog.
    Cocoa's needs now taken care of, my thoughts drift back, in memory, to Annie. Annie was a mixed breed German Shepherd/Shar Pei, she was our alpha dog. With the Shar Pei attitude about her and a left ear that flopped, slightly,forward; giving her a friendly appearance, she indeed was not friendly to strangers, she was the family protector. At 15 years of age, Annie's auto-immune system was shutting down, which left her vulnerable to any disease that came her way. The morning of August 9, 2005, her kidney's had completely failed. The last vocal she gave me was the most heart shattering wail, a sound I had never heard before, and will never forget. I knew what she was asking of me. As we carried Annie to the car, Cocoa let out a howl, as if she was telling Annie, her teacher and best friend, good-bye. We all still miss her so much.
    Tears now wiped away, I return to Christmas. Outside, looking in, the view is of an animated old- fashioned Santa, dressed in red, with a long, fur trimmed hooded coat, with a candle in right hand waving, and greetings to all.
    A pewter and stained-glass Christmas plate, from the Historical Society appeared to be suspended in the air. Outlining the windows are curtain draped lights and the seven feet Christmas tree.
    Outlining our home, weaved in and out of the buses and trees, are twinkling lights in the patriotic colors of red, white and blue. This is our symbolic way of showing our gratitude to all the men and women who have fallen or fought for our freedom to express our religious beliefs. Thank You.....
    Finishing my cup of coffee, I glance to the lighted candle upon the coffee table, but before my eyes reach the candle, I see the Holy Bible, our true reason for celebration, the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
    Knowing the world is not a peace, I lovingly know my home is just that, at peace. So, off to the computer I go, not knowing what the rest of this day shall bring my way.

    ...Created 2005-12-21 06:45:36

    dotsJournal: Thankfuldots
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    Mood: Juggling Tasks

    Today is the day before our great nation in celebration gives thanks for all the many things we have been given in our very short lifespan.

    I include in my thanks, the trials and tribulations given to me, for which I believe helps to make me a better person. More aware of the horror many find as their everyday experience, it drives me to search for and find something that I might be able to do to make their life a little more loving and beautiful.

    I give thanks for the wonders about me, given as a gift for my enjoyment. And, for the wonderful friends I have made and will make on this site.

    I give thanks for my family, loving even at times of disagreement, with the understanding that it is okay to disagree, as we all have our own point of view.
    This family includes our individual pets, who we consider family members.

    I thank God for the ability to give to the less fortunate, but never showing pity, for this is not what they want, but need just a kind smile and a helping hand.

    To all this and more, I am most thankful. I am having some family and friends over tomorrow to give thanks and celebrate together. It will be a small gathering, but a wonder to share our time together.

    As I will be very busy preparing Thanksgiving dinner, and sharing my time with family and friends, I am not sure how much time I will find to be on line.

    Hanging in my kitchen for always, not just a holiday, is the following prayer:

    TO SHARE AND PARTAKE
    Bless all that join us in thankful prayer
    for a meal.

    With love, preparing this wonderful nourishment
    to heal.

    Any person at our table, with joy we do share.

    Given from God's bounty, the cook did prepare.

    Come join our circle, in fellowship; do imbibe.

    Thank you, Lord, this love is exactly
    as You do describe.

    In Your namesake, before You, we pray.

    In our heart, our home, and our kitchen
    always stay.

    AMEN

    This is a prayer I wrote for my family, friends, and guests, the prayer to remain in my kitchen, just as each prayer is to remain in each bedroom.

    I want to wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving. May your life be joyous, friends added, enemies subtracted, joys multiplied, and sorrows divided.

    Until the next time, with love, may

    God bless each and every one of you,
    Yvonne


    ...Created 2005-11-23 07:24:59

    dotsJournal: A NEW DAYdots
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    Mood: Straightening things out...

    I came here from that other site, the one that seems to enjoy the scamming people. They have touched upon the character of most poets. This would be mainly, sensitive, trusting, and desiring to see their messages passed on to other people. A need to be understood.
    Well, they did get me once. One time, shame on them, twice shame on me.
    After in depth research, I found out how truly evil they really are. They reach into the pockets of everyone they possibly can, but it makes me sick when they harass the ones that can least afford it, and even children.
    Although I still have some of my works on this poets.com site, I am just there until my paid for time runs out, with no new submissions.
    I have recommended this site, eliteskills.com to several of the members on poets.com, and we all seem to be happy here. I really got tired of the stars and gavels, and I am looking for real, helpful comments and/or suggestions.
    Happy to have found a new home, a new day in my life that has just begun.

    ...Created 2005-11-20 06:13:07

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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