Tag Archive: inspiration


On-shore intentional,
(prayer)
Mid-week deep thought therapy meditational;
(Dependable incoming waves)
Positive, personal and focused,
(Stay)
Demons of Doubt cast away,
(Strong)
Settling Sea reinvigorates me.
(Tough)
Otis Redding watching the tide
(Disciplined music)
Mature enough to finally be an adult;
(Centered)
Still much of an only-child kid at-heart;
(Safety)
Keeping my head “on the swivel” on the stealth.
(Rebelliously streetwise)
James Baldwin’s “The Fire Next Time”
(Healthy)
Start my day with H2O Green tea,
(detox)
Vitamin and antioxidant augmented;
(Wealthy)
Pay myself first and I need another gig now!
(Banker)
Find a corner as ‘Aunt’ Nashville ‘second Mom’,
Della recommends I pray;
(Spiritual communication)
Alive so long as the sun rises and desires;
(Good habits)
Mama used to say.
(Timeless advises)
It is the calm-before-the-storm…again dammit.
(Cherish downtime)

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It Might be that it is the last of May 2012 we can prognosticate “in these-here parts”!
Never-mind not watching television for the past two-plus years.
I ask my neighbor what the weather is to be?
I forget judiciously,
To dial it up on the PC.
He says, “About a hundred percent chance of rain!”
Then I drive to gas-up my “for sale” to-get-to-Nina (reason), car!

Tonight’s feature is a reality show and main event is the group thunder, , lightning and rain moving in seemingly from all directions.
I let my mind and right hand sync, flying freely to write this account, Of the precipitous action,
As occasional lightning illuminates my writing pad.
Thinking of Nina’s “flat” as I wrote the word “pad”, lol, I briefly remember accurately another of our many Skype “dates”.
I know, you ask, “have you ever really MET her?” To that I say “Yes.”
Now back to the air, moving with distant thunder rumbles which do not threaten me.
Heck, I always was one to like to sit outside in the face of a storm moving in!
It is similar to daily living as an adult!
Wind gusts sway the tall trees to and fro; widely and like a windshield wiper.
Similar trees close to my front stoop,
Protect me as my canopy.

Only a sideways wind occasionally makes the raindrop kiss my flesh as I wish Nina would forevermore, truth be known.
I’ll tell anyone the truth!
Blow, wind blow!
Take away my pollen-induced shortness of breath Asthma wheeze. It is why I welcome you!
Wondering how a Ukrainian thunder storm would go;
Hand-in-hand with her holding me close.
Lost car ambles down my dead-end street;
Gustafo makes sway after it.
“Lost In Space”, I always call these vehicles who come this way.
Sometime I say, “Damn, Life!” because I am not where and with who I want and need it not to be this way.
“Work WITH me for a change!”
I survive the initial onsloaught of heavy rain on a Thursday night;
Still not wet under my natural umbrella.
Why can’t I just go at-will where I want to be?
Then just as I look up on a clear night and the moon and distant planets remind me;
Mother Nature has final say as distant, hated plaintive freight trains announce their approval again.

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