Light Hearted Mysteries
Who could ask for more
Devoted trustworthy to the core
Unwavering until the end
That’s you my most loyal friend
Always close to my side
Walking on land or at the tide
Those beautiful unwavering eyes
Glowing with love, an eternal prize
Curled at my feet sedate and serene
Waiting for our next jaunt you now preen
Until that day far far from now
I’ll love you forever that is my vow
“It’s so damn frustrating! I can’t move on. My hands are tied. He’s still got all the control here which is exactly what he’s looking for, what’s more he knows it.”
“Then you also know he doesn’t have the kind of control he thinks he has. He’s reacting, to every incident he doesn’t like. Our methodology is working. He’s going to slip up, big time. I doubt he’s adhering to his original plan and I’m sure he had one since this whole thing has been well orchestrated from the get go.“
“I’m sure it’s the relationship angle between you and me that’s pushing him over the edge,” Max continued.
“You know there’s another angle we should consider,” Craig suggested. “What if it’s not really Cassy he’s after, but destroying Cassy is an off-shoot of his goal.”
Max asked, “Where you going with this, Craig?”
“What if he’s lost someone, someone important to him, and you’re simply a target of that misplaced anger! You’re a scapegoat if you will. A replacement target for someone else, someone he’d like to attack but can’t.”
“So what did he do, pick me out of the phone book?”
“No, he knows you and resents your life, what you have, what you’ve made of it. While all he sees are losses for himself.”
“Craig, that’s a god damn possibility. I’ve been focusing on Cassy as the intended target, but you’re right, she could just as easily be a random choice.”
There are those who live on the edge
On the precipice, standing on a ledge
Ready willing and able to deceive
It comes naturally, intent to interweave
Charlatan, quack, phony and shams
These are not quiet little lambs
Perpetrating lies, deceit and deception
Lies are the rule, never the exception
The trust once broken, never regain
As they hitch their star to a gravy train
Once bitten, certainly twice shy
And even though you wish them goodbye
A stain they leave in their wake
Forever branded a rattlesnake
On the innocent they often prey
Turning other’s lives into mad disarray
Thanksgiving is a special day
Full of fun, games, child play
A day to appreciate
Even to anticipate
Gathering of friends and family
A day without anxiety
Air to breath, food to eat
A day that was oh so sweet
Filled with appreciation
Even heartfelt supplication
Nothing superficial here
Though we may yet shed a tear
Reaching out to others who
Felt so much the same as you
Sharing caring loving being
Memories sometimes fleeting
We hold on to them so strong
Often gathered singing songs
Thankful though we be
Mindful of others less carefree
The sculptures of British artist Sukhi Barber frequently display figures in meditative postures, with parts of their physical structures erased, rendered totally blank. The emptied portions appear in the form of holes, layers, slices, blocks and lines within a metallic frame. These cancellations do not make the bodies weak or hollow, rather they illuminate the […]
I have found a circle of friends
People I want with me to the end
Smart fun witty and sometimes wise
Even though I can’t see their eyes
They, each and everyone
Bring a ray of bright sun
Into my life on a daily basis
Offering me a bright oasis
Of understanding, acceptance too
Easily a special place to view
Stories and tales, verses and rhymes
Many of which speak of days and times
That brought them joy and sorrow too
Each one adding a different view
Whether they be old or young
Their stories they’ve boldly sung
To any wise enough to witness them
Each and every one a gem
Though some may come and some may go
Your value to me, I must share so you know
That all you share is special to me
Like the branches of a beautiful tree
I include all the bloggers here
For each of you is very dear
A soft warm breeze
Gently rustled the leaves
Blue sky above
Whispered it’s love
Surrounding us with pleasure
Moving our spirit, such a treasure
On this early autumn day
Winter seems far away
Gliding on swiftly changing leaves
Churning colour marking all it perceives
Late afternoon sun
Held naught but fun
He focused on the woman
A jewel to any cameraman
Her beauty knew no bounds
Even as a backdrop surrounds
The lens could focus on no other
He couldn’t help but stutter
Breathless, spellbound and awed
She captured him, her beauty to applaud
An allure that stemmed from within
To encapsulate the truth built-in
Honesty integrity fair play and more
In her was found full score
In a glance a move a stance
She held him as if in a trance
Surely others saw with clarity
The epitomy of transparency
He’d love her forever more
Oh that he had a larger repertoire
The whole idea of pamper is lost on me
I didn’t have time to waste you see
Raising children, keeping them safe
Issues pressing, and didn’t chafe
Call me frugal or call me cheap
I was only interested in beauty sleep
Each day dawned pure and sweet
If sometimes a little bittersweet
I wouldn’t have it any other way
My family was always my mainstay
Have you ever felt irrelevant,
Completely out of your element
Third wheel in a group of two,
Going back in time, your promise undue
It wasn’t your scene, certainly not your thing,
Reading a favourite book perched upon a swing
Curled up at home, listening to jazz,
Instead, supporting your best friend as
Inscrutably time goes by unchallenged
At a distinct uncomfortable disadvantaged
Your feel so immaterial, outside, peripheral
A whimsy, fading like smoke, ephemeral
A promise is a promise, so here you will stay
At her side,throughout, come what may
Every season has beauty,
With it’s own tour of duty
Spring usher in fresh and new,
Along with it’s own delicious hue
Summer warms us up adding fun,
Long hot days in the noon day sun
Fall whispers of things to come,
Vibrating with a gentle hum
A fallen leaf, crunches under foot,
It’s secrets now afoot
Hinting at colder weather so near,
Rich red golden hues it’s beauty revere
Leading into winter, surely best of the year,
With mistletoe, crispy walks, warm gear
She was tentative at best
A firm answer you’d be hard pressed
To receive before the deadline
Always hedging her bottom line
Well aware of the game plan
Crafty, aware, a great contest ran
Few played the game as well as her
About her, nothing demur
Plot, venue, like a game of chess
Many skills she did possess
Keep your head in the game
Brilliance was her acclaim
You’d lose your shirt without a doubt
For she played to win, she no girl scout
Sunrises and sunsets
Singing as a quartette
A beautiful vista surrounds
In shades of exquisite sound
An orchestra’s notes swelling
Creating a scene so compelling
I stretched my eyes across the horizon
Awed I could only stare in silence
Such beauty was mine to behold
Richly colourful, delightfully bold
I couldn’t get enough, my spirit soared
Watching as waves crashed and roared
Heaven, quite simply put
As I stood staring barefoot
Never would I take it for granted
The sky’s brilliance forever painted
In my memory to live forever more
Lifting my spirit, asking for an encore
As we go through life
Sometimes filled with strife
There are rules for everything
At home, at work, even the highland fling
Some seem just, some seem fair
Others have us pulling our hair
We rant, we rave, we resist
To make a point, we insist
We disobey, we reject we fight
Perhaps well into the night
On soap boxes we often stand
Together with others band
As we contest unfairness strong
Never willing to play along
Within us always exhibit
Strength to fight and a determined spirit
We have overcome the impossible
For us, there could be no obstacle
Just stepping stones sweet sugar plum
Hearts united, positive in the outcome
As we dance among the stars my love
Whispering for all to hear of our truelove
The universe has become eyewitness
The depths of which are endless
Through the valley of darkness
Nothing was able to supress us
We carried on, undaunted
No matter that tragedy assaulted
To the other side, free at last
Sure that nothing in our past
Could stop us from reaching out
Neither flood nor dreaded draught
We found each other and held fast
Our love for each other forever last
Overcoming friend and foe
Who’d stand in our path never letting go
Holding on to each other
Together, we were the buffer
Knowing we were meant to be
Our love simply set us free
As the crescendo moved over me
I sat in total and complete ecstasy
Eyes closed, head swaying
A massive orchestra playing
Filling my heart and soul
Lifting me up, I felt whole
Depth emotional and new
Billowing sailing carrying me through
Another nuance and delight
Every sound a delicious highlight
Renewed ferver and strength renew
Beautiful music through and through
“It’s ok, Cassy. No problem!” Craig said. “I’ll just to do a quick sweep of the grounds.”
Cassy went upstairs, showered, and changed. Feeling a little concerned about Craig, she went to ask Max why it was taking so long. “Max, I thought Craig would be back by now, it’s been nearly a half an hour.”
“Your right, stay put, I’ll go see what’s taking so long. Maybe he wanted alone time.”
Cassy stood outside the bathroom door and called Maggy. “You ok in there?”
“Yep, just fine thanks.”
“Listen, are you about done?”
“Yeah, does somebody need the bathroom?”
“Ah, no, but Craig went outside a half an hour ago and hasn’t returned. Max has gone to see if he’s alright.”
“Oh shit! I’ll be right out.” She must have set a record for drying, and dressing, so concerned was she. Rushing down the stairs, Max was just entering through the back door. They knew immediately something was desperately wrong.
“Max?” Maggy asked urgently. “What is it?” Taking a hesitant step towards him, she asked, “Where’s Craig?”
As some of you may know, my blog went down, crashed into oblivion, disappeared, just gone.
I wanted to take this opportunity to express my exceedingly heartfelt thank you to those of you who have stuck by me through all of this. I was admittedly devastated. I didn’t realize how much the loss of my blog meant until a few of you managed to get through even though the site was iffy at best.
It took some time to get wp up and running again. In that time, I learned a very heartfelt lesson. How much being here, reading and communicating with many of you, sharing your thoughts, my thoughts, events, poems, stories means the world to me.
I felt incommunicado, cut off, and the longer it went on, I have to say, the more hurt at heart I felt. Strange I thought at first. Then I realized exactly how much being here, with you, has come to mean to me. It is invaluable and priceless.
In the past, before blogging, my window on the world, included fb sharing gardens, ideas, pictures. A quick hello to friends and family. Searching the web for interesting information and ideas.
Now, my day doesn’t feel quite complete until I’ve been on the site, connected with you through Reader, or checking out your blogs for all the amusing, anecdotal bits and pieces, thoughts, introspective (in some cases) stories as well as tid bits of your lives while sharing bits of mine.
For this, I must humbly thank each of you for sticking with me, for being there. Often through out this mind blowing experience, your words of encouragement have meant worlds. Because I can’t get out and about as easily or readily as I would like, this has become an important form of communication for me. I would love to thank you individually, but that is an impossibility as there are so many of you that have stuck it out and continue visiting my blog.
I look forward with complete joy to continuing and sharing. 🙂
Until next time,
This is a poem I wrote eons ago and I thought it appropriate for “Elevate”.
The Song
Deep inside well hid from view
Exists the essence I call you
Sometimes full of pain and sorrow
One looses sight of a better ‘morrow
Without the aid of one’s true friends
Disaster waits around the bend
Please feel free to call on me
For there I’ve been assuredly
On other’s shoulders I have lent
When my head in sorrow bent
‘Tis not a crime to call out
When one is filled with pain and doubt
Soon my friend, you will be strong
Then to you, belongs the song
Comparison is never good
It leaves a path of I should
Instead of valuing what was
Giving yourself some applause
You continued on no matter the odds
Even though you kissed some frogs
One foot in front of the other
Constantly searching to discover
The real you and who you are
Even tho life sometimes left a scar
With fortitude you moved on through
With laughter and tears and tissue too
Remembering the good times enjoyed
Happy positive thoughts employed
Though simple steps one two three
A blessing now cupped in potpourrie
Memories full rich and fun
Recalled now under the setting sun
How a Syrian physician got caught in the web of Trump’s travel ban and found a new, welcoming home in Canada.
via On Syrian Doctors and Borders: America’s Loss is Canada’s Gain — Longreads
She had a magnetic personality
Appealing irresistible no banality
He’d felt it the moment she arrived
Nothing about her contrived
He wasn’t alone in his deductions
Others entranced by unwitting seduction
It wasn’t an act, put on like a glove
Part of her nature as if from above
It was inherent, natural and charming
He found her appeal completely disarming
He couldn’t wait to know more about her
Even if it took a lifetime, he’d defer
His interest until she was ready to receive
Until such time, he’d take his leave
Dear Friends and Bloggers
I’m hoping some of you will see this, although at this point, it seems unlikely.
For future reference, since I am unable to reach most of ou, see reader, or communicate, download FVD speed dial. It is the only avenue I have of communication at this point and I’m so pleased that I am using it. Here is a link so you can read up on the values of FVD.
https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/speed-dial-fvd-new-tab-pa/llaficoajjainaijghjlofdfmbjpebpa?hl=en
Once downloaded, you go to your favourite bloggers sites, open and cut copy and paste their url onto the plus sign and you will be able to connect seamlessly.
Fortunately, I had this installed prior to the problems with wordpress, and it’s how I am able to communicate with a few of you. I didn’t have as many added to this list as I would have liked. Still it has been a godsend and I am able to contact a few of you to see what you’ve written.
Give it a try, see if it works for you as well. Then if wordpress explodeds into a nonentity, you can still communicate a little.
Hopefully this will be resolved soon. I miss all of you. Communicating, sharing, seeing your posts.
Until we’re able to meet up again, please take care, hopefully your enjoying the last vestiges of summer for those with kids going back to school, and for the rest of us, chillaxing. Although I must say, at this point, I m finding that difficult.
Your friend, always, Phyllis.
Organize, it’s a good thing
To keep ideas ever flowing
Everything’s on track
They all think what a crackerjack
It’s second nature to me though
Now engulfed in afterglow
I had a plan, it was good
Before me the parade now stood
In a line, ready to start
Oh be still my beating heart
I smiled with delight, I’d done my part
Never the horse before the cart
Now all could relax and enjoy the show
Concerns, worries now forego
It went off without a hitch
My eye, it did not twitch
Would I enjoy as much
From the sidelines as such
No no I, I think to myself
It was a joy in and of itself