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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Squirrel's Inspire

Slice 12 of 31

Like a squirrel on the telephone wire, I feel like I am doing a great balancing act lately...keeping up with everything the kids and fam have been doing and all that's going on with school work has been a challenge.  As I was driving home, I saw the squirrel high above the road.  It was plowing full speed ahead across the wire and then suddenly stopped mid-way across the wire and paused.  I will follow nature's lead and pause...


How did I get to this point?

Wondering
Reflecting
Taking it all in
Thinking
Moving forward or
Going back

...Pausing...

Moving forward
Thinking
Taking it all in
Reflecting
Wondering

What will tomorrow bring?

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Grandma's Hands

Grandma's Hands...

Grandma's hands were busy hands
Cooking the whole day through
Watching her hold her fa kanal,
many tasks to do!

Frying and flipping the chicken
in the sizzling skillet of lard
Mixing bouillon and onion into the rice
Maybe cooking wasn't so hard.

Smelling butter and brown sugar
Another pan to clean,
In go the sweet potatoes
Creating a yummy scene!

Filling the boiler with water
Turning up the heat,
Stirring in the salt and green beans
Grandma's flavoring can't be beat!

Grandma's tap-tap-tapping spoon,
Making us all aware,
Leading us to the table
Hearing food would soon be there...

Grandma's hands were serving hands,
Dinner hot and ready,
Bringing food out to the table,
Carrying slow and steady...

Leading us in saying Grace
Hands folded in to pray
Thanking for the delicious food
She labored on all day!

Devouring tasty morsels
Going back for more,
Filling and piling food on our plates
Pallet pleasure to be sure!

Now her spoon, a scraping spoon
Cleaning up the dishes,
Piling up inside the sink
Floating there like fishes...

Grandma's hands were cleaning hands
Washing and putting things away,
Readying the kitchen for a rest
Until the dawn of a new day...

I dedicate this poem to my Grandma Helen Sandor Farkas.
She was always cooking tasty treats for someone...with her fa kanal in hand!
Miss you Grammie!  Thanks for all your work...
I never appreciated you as much as I should have while you were here...

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

guitar in the sky

One of my friends, Sue, is retiring...we celebrated her and RG retiring at our coach meeting a few weeks back.   I wrote her a poem about something inspirational she taught us when we first learned about brain based instruction.  She taught us that looking down allows access to your emotions.  If you ever need to stop those emotions from coming out, stop looking downward, and look up to the sky instead.   Draw something like the outline of a guitar with your eyes to keep your emotions in check.

So, I wrote her this poem as a sort of reminder of something special from her...dedicated to her:


Draw Your Guitar in the Sky

By Amy Rudd

When you’re feeling sad,

Looking down deep is bad…

Accessing your emotions is not a good notion!

Hold your head high,

Look to the sky,

Use your eyes to escape,

And outline the shape,

Brighten your day,

Give your sadness away!

PS  It really does work...

Thursday, April 26, 2012

KEYS, PLEASE!

KEYS, PLEASE!
Please!
I need those keys!
I know I held those keys
Right here in my hand!
Now I can’t see where they are...
Could I have laid them on this stand?
I wonder if I knocked them off into the boxes I packed?
Do I really need dig back through
now that they are all stacked?
I guess there is no choice
I wish the keys had a voice!
I need those keys…
Please!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Napkin Notes

Napkin Notes

Visiting with a good friend

Chatting it up to the end

Some notes I need to write

Not one speck of paper in sight?

Ah, here’s what I need,

A napkin indeed!

Ballpoint pen in my hand-

Jotting notes and

in my pocket

it goes!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Pocket Items Gallery

Pocket Items Gallery

Deep inside the jacket pockets
are trinkets and treasures galore!

Little girl just won't give up
digging until there's no more!

She's finally reached the end,
the pockets are all emptied!

She's spread them out for all to view
now a gallery on the floor!