It is my theory that once upon a time

We were together and you were mine

Walking the same path together in sync

Forging ahead with no missing link

What else could explain the unity we feel

In all that we do not just sex appeal

Our minds our souls oh the depth

That carries us together unto death

In a previous life perhaps we were known

Together on goals worked, never alone

The only theory that completes the puzzle

Knowing you completely though subtle

No need for words as together we live

Sharing our thoughts and forever give

The best of ourselves to each other

Our love not weighty light as a feather





Her elegance was not lost on him

It was apparent, limb to limb

It was in her genes most certainly

Staying with her an eternity

The elegance of the beauty’s structure

Would carry it’s allure into the future

Technology and art hand in hand

Standing proudly upon the land

A conceptual and structural pleasure

In each and every square measure

The same can be said about mankind

And how incredibly we are designed

Perfection in every single part

Each and every one a work of part

Our bodies a tool to carry the whole

Of all that is wonderful, heart and soul





Couldn’t resist!

‘Tis that time of year again

Stockings filled with candy cane

Christmas trees that shine so bright

Merrily glowing, ’tis the highlight

Decorated quite beautifully

By little hands excitedly

Arranging such pretty ornaments

Hung with care, a pleasant adornment

Some home-made, others bought

Worthy of a quick snap shot

Gingerbread men and houses too

Jolly laughter heard through and through

Christmas music playing quietly

Adding the right touch of merry

Creating a moment in time to treasure

Bringing with it such pleasure







There was nothing you could say

That could make this a better day

No finish, varnish or polish

Could erase the knowledge

You’d stepped out on us

No need to make a fuss

It’s over done with, caput

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out

You moved into the enemy camp

You chose the wrong woman champ

I’m not the kind of person who

Let’s slide or will make do

With someone unfaithful to me

I don’t say this with any glee

Drop off the key

You are oh so free




There is a gorge nearby

Richly flowing it catches your eye

A deep gully full of beauty

A place that entrances truly

Deep rich full of the unknown

A walk I could no longer postpone

Camera at the ready, I took a shot

Walking for hours with no forethought

But to capture it’s essence somehow

To share with others,  it’s richness endow

With deep emotions I cannot quell

I continued until evening fell

A moment in time, it’s beauty behold

As all round me it’s allure did unfold


Saintly 2

I’ve always wondered about “saintly” to be honest.  I’m glad I’m not.  I can’t imagine living up to the hype or worse yet, falling short.

Perfection is a human impossibility.  We all make mistakes, missteps and fail.  Those mistakes can be learning experiences.

Some put their hand near a hot stove and “know” it’s hot and they don’t touch it, others have to learn the hard way.

Sadly, those mistakes are often costly and or painful.  Not something we wish for, but certainly a tool for learning understanding and growing when it happens.

No use castigating ourselves either.  If you made a mistake, it was painful either emotionally physically or financially. There is a cost to growing and maturing.  Focusing on a mistake IS the mistake if it isn’t a learning experience and instead drags you down.

I’ve certainly made my mistakes and will undoubtedly again and again.  It’s not something I look forward to, but it is an opportunity that teaches me something.  Mistakes keep you humble too.  At least that’s been my experience.

Curious how others view this thought.   Yes indeed, my thought for the day.  Thanks wp for that.



She wasn’t good at staying

Had become good at playing

Acting out the person she’d become

A figment of her imagination, numb

The person she was, well hidden

Never would she be forgiven

For taking the high road, unnoticed

Never really in total focus

Always a bit mysterious

To onlookers watching her

Out of reach, the whisperer

Of what life could possibly be

If only she could let go, be free

Was it time to run, to relocate again

Or let go altogether the ball and chain

Of the enigma that was her life

Set down roots, become a wife

Living fully day to day

Never again running away



Excitement was building

The thrill was unyielding

Expectations were high

We all looked to the sky

On tenterhooks, eager

Expectant over procedure

Delightful anticipation

Filled the air with celebration

The moment was upon us all

At the lighting of the star

At the top of the tree

Ready for all to see







First I have to tell you about a joke I heard when younger:

Age is mind over matter, if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter!

Interesting how we revere age

Using instruments often to gauge

Fossils, findings, skeletons and more

Some proudly sit on a museum floor

Some cultures respect elder’s ages

Revered , cared for, thought courageous

Models wearing clothes at sixteen

Down long runways swiftly careen

Job expectancy oh so short

You’re over the hill, no heart

Selling beauty in a bottle tall

Touted, sold, assured to fix all

Others search the fabled fountain of youth

Whether a tall tale, perhaps an untruth

Youth is still much sought after by many

They’d sell their soul, give every penny

To remain young and never age

Still sold to all of us, still all the rage.








I love how your eyes would sparkle

At something amusing, you’d chortle

Humour was our best friend

Right up until the very end

Moments captured in time

So many moments, sublime

In which we’d share a song or two

Humming parts we never knew

Walking hand in hand through glittering snow

Chasing down a piece of errant mistletoe

In order to linger together there

Stopping long enough to stare

Into each other’s eyes with love







Night at the Museum is a 2006 American fantasycomedy film directed by Chris Columbus and written by Robert Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon, based on the 1993 children’s book of the same name by Croatian illustrator Milan Trenc. The film stars Ben Stiller as Larry Daley, a divorced father who applies for a job as a night watchman at New York City’s American Museum of Natural History and subsequently discovers that the exhibits, animated by a magical Egyptian artifact, come to life at night.

Don’t ask me why,but every time I think of this movie, I think of a zoo. Had to add this just because.

At time life is hectic and crazy

About life there is nothing lazy

Dashing here and dashing there

Always bustling with great fanfare

Attending this event and another

Rushing about, it’s never a bother

For although it’s like living in a zoo

With all the hub-bub and much adieu

It’s life and what it consists of

But it’s certainly always filled with love




 n – a small scrap or fragment    snippetiness n

Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged, 12th Edition 2014 © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2011, 2014
Had to include this as I’ve never heard snippet used this way before, ever! lol



A snippet of information

A hint and a small flirtation

Enough to whet your appetite

Intriguing, as a gigabyte

Catches your eye, you look again

To find a complete explanation



Hands over my face,

Pleading for grace

Hurtling down a one-way,

Going the wrong way

Had my heart in my throat,

With no time to gloat

Her first time driving,

And I’d given up smiling

Fear and terror took hold,

My life passed by ten-fold

As I peered through eyes,

Big as saucers, I apologize

Give me another chance,

I beg, doing a little dance

In my seat as I plead,

Please let us succeed

In getting to the other side,

From then on I varified

Which street we were on,

Never again run a marathon

Of shock awe and guilt,

And thereby nearly wilt

With fear and horror,

And never again roar

Down a one-way street,

With me in the hot seat





I would sit in my comfy chair

Pull out my wool to knit there

Row upon row until it was done

For each and every loved one

Blues, reds, oranges and more

My trusty basket sitting on the floor

Every Christmas everyone received

A handmade gift that I believed

Fit them comfortably just the right size

Cuddly warm, no need to agonize

Alas those days are now long gone

But I still keep my eye on

Precious works of art that I see

Since they are so beautiful to me

This is a borrowed picture, but an example of what I used to knit.



The music of a generation

Sets up a certain vibration

That brings back memories

With so many related stories

About what we were doing then

Capturing fond memories again

People and friends sharing

Life experiences, daring

Sometimes percussive

Most certainly regressive

Memories to lift our heart

Since they were a special part

The moments that made our lives

Acting as instant archives






long shot, dark horse

You were the long shot

Solitary, in you trot

When you started to sing

Threw your hat in the ring

You were the one to watch

Your vocals were top notch

You sound gentle tried and true

And popped out of the blue

Into first place, singing with style

Winning our hearts by a country mile

Your tone was pure, sweet and mellow

All the judges then had to swallow

Surprise in their eyes as they stared

Simply no on could compare

With the underdog from nowhere

Who stole the show and won the affair




Some things make us clutch,

Facing a fear is one such

Event that can stop you in your tracks,

Bringing your heart rate to a climax

Entering a Halloween fun house,

Can make you suddenly clasp

The arm of a friend as you gasp

Unprepared for what might be ahead,

Trembling as you walk nothing is said

Watching the enemy in an old movie,

Skulking toward the victim, not groovy

Oh indeed much can make you clutch,

Perhaps it is someone’s soft touch

Whatever the cause might be,

It can often make you want to…plea.





Back in my day it was “Mr. Nobody”,

That was blamed for serious blarney

That mysterious little gremlin,

Brought with him such tension

Things disappeared or broken were,

The result of that little saboteur

Unexplained sounds from somewhere,

Were the result of gremlins for sure

As they tip toe around looking for fun,

Anything is game in the noon day sun

Oh those gremlins can make such a mess,

It’s easy to witness their progress

Toys, papers, make believe games,

All upturned topsyturvey, remains

Of fun makebelieve at it’s best

Oh those gremlins can be a pest





Show mercy upon understanding

Instead of constantly demanding

Perfection in all we say and do

Rather show compassion in lieu

Of intolerance and hatred for

Small indiscretions I implore

Mountains out of molehills make

Causing everyone heartache

When a touch of generosity

Should have been the policy

Let’s build up not tear down

Lifting up that sad frown

From on the faces of

Those in need of love

No matter where we live

Try compassion to give














It’s easy to get stuck in the muck and mire

When life is full of ups and downs feels dire

A loved one is not doing well

It’s easy to get lost and dwell

On the down side full of sludge

Sometimes all it takes is a nudge

To realize it won’t always be this way

And tomorrow is a brand new day

So important to find a bright spot

Keeping on even keel, the up shot

Taking control captaining our ship

Never let loose our firm grip

Easier said than done for some

It will help us lest we succumb

And find ourselves lost in sludge

With nowhere to go cannot budge

Lost in the quagmire of doubt n pain

That can consume us once again

Vigilent determined strong and bold

Keeping our path our stronghold








Emotions running wild

Nothing reconciled

Whispering wispy clouds

Cloaking the sky like shrouds

While hints of sun and warmth

Peek through transformed

Sending shafts of sheer delight

Softly caressing us with light

The setting now divine

Creating such sublime

Moments that we treasure

Bringing us such pleasure

Morphing all it touches

Bringing with it luscious

Tranquillity peace and calm

Acting like an instant balm








No middle ground

It’s love all round

Eat them with steak

Instantly partake

In soups stews or salad

You might sing a ballad

Or hate with passion

Take instant action

Throw them away

They’re not gourmet

Love them or hate them

You might even overcome

A dislike of them as a kid

Instead use. not get rid

Of these delectable fungi

Grown in dark or light







At the risk of seeming too bold

He preened and stomped uncontrolled

If you don’t honk your own horn

He stated somewhat forlorn

It’s up to me to make it my best

Puffing out his colourful breast

I must stand out from all the rest

Hoping that he could impress

The ladyfriend he had his eye on

Sometimes it was quite a marathon

But if he won the prize

A glow flickered in his eyes

She’s the one that stood out

In his mind there was no doubt

Indeed he’d blow his own horn

From now until the early morn