Acrostic Dream!

Before I go into my dream let me first post the definition of an acrostic poem.

Formed by writing a word vertically down the page
One letter per line
All capital letters
Each line of poetry must begin with the letter on that line and must pertain to the word
May use one word or a phrase
Does not have to rhyme
Use adjectives and phrases that describe the word

and give and example
G iving pleasure to those who play
A nyone can win
M ore than one player
E veryone gets a turn
S portsmanship is the key

Okay, now onto to the dream. In the dream Keith and I were somehow being held captive, in a deserted area. There was another couple and a child, but we couldn't escape. We were, however, allowed to write our families, but the mail was read before it could be sent. So, I had to find a way to get a message out without giving it away in the letter. What I did was write letters to my sister, Victoria, because she is the only member of my family who could hopefully figure it out. My letter would spell out Kidnapped, Held Captive, Send Police. But since I could't write it down the line so the letters would spell it out I could only hope she would figure it out. I would end each letter with - Hope all is well, Exercise!, Love! Peace! which, of course, spelled out HELP. So, Vic, did you get my letters?

Page Slam semi-finals

Yes, this is an unabashed beg for anyone who reads this to go to this link and rate my poem, My Parent's Dreams, to help me move up to the finals in this page slam. If you click on all rounds you can see I have worked hard to earn rating points to move up in this slam. Thanks for taking the time to help a struggling poet.

BK Salt Sandwich

Keith had to go to Reliable today about something for his shoe to help his foot. We had decided we would go to BK as he wanted to try their new steak burger. I'm not a red meat type person so opted for the fish sandwich. I should have known there was something wrong when I first broke some off for one of our cats, who turned her nose up at it and walked away. A second cat came up to investigate and looked at me like I was feeding her poison. So, I thought, okay more for me. Then I bit into it! OMG!! I thought I had bitten into a chunk of salt! I tried another bite but couldn't do it. This had to be the worst sandwich I have had around here! Passed it over to Keith to take a bite in case it was just me, but nope! he said it tasted like it had been cooked in overly salted old grease. It ended up in the garbage. Never again!

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Happy Anniversary to us!

Today marks the 7th year of my arrival here in Sumter, SC and tomorrow marks the 6th year of our marriage. Hard to believe so much time has passed. And at the same time it seems a life time has passed. Amazing how time works. So happy anniveraries to us!

Old age is a gift

A friend sent this in an email, and it spoke so closely to what I have been telling friends and family and how I feel, I thought I would post it here. Thanks Jim! You always send the gems.
Ponder on these thoughts and I believe you will see the truths as clearly as I know I did.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)


MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER !

Schools out!!!!

Commencement was saturday and now Keith is on vacation until June. He will teach the second semester of summer school to have time off before and after. So, time to relax a bit and enjoy the hot, steamy, muggy, humid, summer days. Oh well... at schools out.

I've been spending time on a site called GotPoetry.com. There are links to it on this blog. I've been posting poetry and even joined a couple page slams that will hopefully be starting soon. Once they start I'll let you know so anyone who wants to help me win can sign on and vote. You don't have to be a paid member to vote.

So a lot of my other online stuff has been pushed aside as I spend more and more time on the poet site. There is good and bad poetry there, just like any place else. We get to rate each others and leave comments and critiques. I do as many as I can and if I find one really bad I try to give the writer ideas on how to improve it. So, it works as a learning aid as well as a place to post and share your poetry. I may actually pay to become a paid member to get more of the benefits, but for now I'm content to post and get feedback and be able to join the slams.

At this point all is well here...knock wood!