On the outside looking in, It seems like I overlooked you. I didn’t. You know full well. You stay squarely on my mind but life happens in so many directions demanding my attention, energy and focus. You – patient, steady, constant are unassuming – There. Your quiet presence in my spirit brings me peace. No matter the task, you are in my thoughts. Even when your are far away, you are nearby. Even in the act of checking off “To-Do” list items you occupy a space I want you to hold down. I won’t give it away easily. There. You never demand anything of me nor do you judge. Confident and assured… I know you watch me flow and handle life – keep looking. You’re invited. In your easy way, you do don’t worry or doubt that when the moment presents itself, I’m coming back to you. Confident and assured… Surprisingly, you comfort me with your unique refreshing ways. Time is fleeting. You don’t waste it by trying to wrestle it from insecure and unfounded feelings. When the moment presents itself, you welcome me as if you just laid eyes upon me a few blinks ago. No time for formalities…we jump into, Us as only we can. It is our way – defined for and by Us. The last “need to get done” and “must give ear to” is checked off… I did not forget… You are always ready for me, and I you. Beloved, since our days don’t hold the weight of eternity, know deeply that whether it’s hour one or sixteen, day three or week seven, I will return to you when the moment presents itself. Stay as confident and ready as I am to make you my priority.

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Here’s to 2nd grade (I think 1980). One-sided ponytails secured with ball bands, jumpers and turtlenecks, yellow “gold” chains, white knee socks likely tinged with beige from the sand box, Buster Brown kicks, jump rope, handball, monkey bars and jungle gyms. /// Here’s to cafeteria pizza rectangle magic, juice in a carton, coffee cake, reading groups, playing the triangle, walking home from school with a PB&J on my mind. Watching Hanna Barbera/Scooby Doo/Richie Rich/The Flintstones& The Jetsons. Mom’s hamburger gravy with mashed potatoes and french green beans. Seconds. ///Here’s to evenings spent watching the Facts of Life/Diff’rent Strokes/Benson/Fantasy Island/Laverne and Shirley/Dallas/The Jefferson’s/Three’s Company and the Love Boat. Evening baths with Mr. Bubble then tucked into bed – no cares in the world. Rest was easy. Blessed. #childhood #memories #kidsbeingkids #growingupinthe80s #nostalgia #80s #growingup #80stv #goodtimes #30poemsin30days #NationalPoetryMonth

My sweet handsome boy… I hope you will come to realize one day that you are loved above and beyond everything. You are a treasure. A light. Hope. Our future. You are stronger than you know – a Conqueror. Overcomer. Warrior. Within you is the power to change the World for the better. We need you. Your dreams. Goals. Your voice and presence will make us all better off. Though life shakes us from time to time… though we question our being… always trust that you are no accident. Worthy. Here on purpose with a divine assignment that no one but you can execute. You have everything within you to rise above. Embrace God who dwells within you. Hold tight. Trust your shine. Be golden. Walk with your shoulders back. Head high. Recognize that you are a King.

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There was a partially torn page in my notebook that I hated to see wasted. I jotted down my phone number on the piece that no longer remained to give to a rarely seen acquaintence who has yet to contact me. I’m good with this – not having a call from or message to respond to. I wasn’t in the chattiest of mindsets that day. Almost automatically out of a sense polite obligation, I suggested I give my number to “catch up”. What was I thinking – operating under some ritual? Perhaps the surprised small talk unnerved me to the point of mechanical niceties. Sigh. I should not have done that when I knew I wasn’t of the mindset to entertain future chit chatting with this soul. They may have sensed my halfhearted gesture for which I can’t blame them for not feeling enthusiast to reach out to say “Hey! It was good to see you!” I can be an ass. I own it. I would have been much more gracious had I offered “Well, it’s great to run into you! I’m sure I’ll see you again around here. Take good care!” and left it at that. Now I have this scrap sheet in my notebook to prove how detestable I can be at times. Now I have this scrap sheet of paper.

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It’s just my way to find out about something amazing like #30poemsin30days after it already started but here I am. How can I be late for everything cool on a constant? It seems to me that this life of mine refuses do anything on time unless it really needs to (like catching a train or plane or paying a bill… meh very necessary). But just maybe I should embrace my carefree ways and think of this thing in a different way – maybe I’m not late to the latest and greatest whatchamacallit. Maybe I’m right on time in my own way. I live my life on my own terms and schedule so maybe when I finally get word of a thing being a thing, it’s not really a thing until show up for it. Perhaps. Same with this post – is it a poem? Why not? It’s my voice in my own way, my own time and place.

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth ! Happy writing and reading!

https://m.poets.org/national-poetry-month/30-ways-celebrate-national-poetry-month

[may you find some entertainment in my misfortune]

I had a bad cup of coffee yesterday. Since I was grabbing a sandwich for lunch later in the day, I thought “Meh, why not?”. Worst cup of Joe in a long while. The coffee didn’t change colors after pumping three creamers into it.

As serious a coffee drinker as I am, even I was worried for my well-being. I clutched my chest and said “Well Lord, if I die by the clutches of this strong coffee…thank you for everything”. I dumped three more creamers into the coffee…still looking muddier than ever. I showed the young Lady behind the counter how unsuccessful my efforts were to turn that strong arse coffee to my favorite shade of caramel but she hunched her shoulders and looked totally unbothered. I was really risking my life here but as a coffee addict, I was really all in at that point.

I took my cup of risk to the subway and sipped pensively all the while thinking “This is really gross.” Sipping continued. Don’t judge me.

I arrived at work thinking I may have chanced ten sips on the subway ride. I thought that I could doctor up the cup of disaster with the fancy office coffee creamer because French Vanilla covers a multitude of botched java jobs. Imagine my sadness as I poured the good stuff into that pit of despair. The creamer did some weird bubble up, fizzy thing and gave up the ghost! Not only did the coffee not turn color, it also did not change flavor! That bit of defiance unnerved me.

There was no way that I was gonna mess with that cup of sorrow any longer. So I dumped it…with a great sense of indignation taken out on the pour.

Bad thing is that that was my first cup of coffee of the day and I really sipped about an inch worth from that cup. I thought I could get a replacement cup to make up for my misfortune. Sadly, my taste buds refused to enjoy the much better coffee. I only got halfway through before giving up my caffeine for the day.

It’s likely I’ll never get coffee from that sandwich shop again. Peddling bad Joe is a crime to humanity.

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I wish I could personally thank the wonderful spirit who decided to add a little beauty to the outside of the Metro station today. Coming off the subway escalator, on auto-pilot to work, my eyes spotted a pleasant shock of color gracing the cool metallic outer space inspired lamp. A light breeze gently ruffled each petal – lovely.

This was a welcomed sight and distraction. The flower definitely lightened my spirits as I crossed the street to start my work day.

It’s amazing how a single, colorful, delicate, juxtaposed flower can work wonders for the psyche.

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You just never want to give up hope when it comes to love. May every couple realize how utterly amazing and remarkable it is to discover that one soul the universe deemed to be “your” one.

The rest of us uncoupled folks hope to one day meet our kindred spirits. In the meantime, we lift our heads up (Because moping is unattractive), push our shoulders back (To make folks think we got everything under control and that we fart glitter), think sunshiny canned self-help thoughts (“He’s/she’s just not into you but don’t worry your special person is out there!” Bleh.) while we busy ourselves with stuff (work stuff, chore stuff, television stuff, family stuff, etc. stuff).

In general, this fa├žade is a wonderful smokescreen. However, it all dissipates come bedtime. Ahhhh bedtime! Bedtime – When us single folks finally lay down (Or is it “lie down”? I know the grammar folks are monitoring this so help me out here. ) on our backs, staring at the ceiling, we do that special end of the day exhale, and then…the four-corners of the freaking room start closing in! Then we just blurt it out: “How in the $&@#% does such and such have a [enter your missing part here(girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/partner/etc.)]?!?”

After we question, pontificate, and then plead our case to the relationship gods, we wonderfully single folks are then blessed with a nightly epiphany…a freaking brilliant realization. At that moment, we raise ourselves up in bed, puff up our chests, and shake our fists at the universe and indignantly exclaim “I’m freaking fabulous! They better recognize it before it’s too late!” After that, we practically fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows.

In the meantime, over in “Coupled-up Ville”, someone will look at their partner and whisper under their breath, “I hope this MF does not look at me or breathe in my direction. I’m so sick of them today.” They’ll be up all night with that.

I’m sleep though.

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“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” ~Maya Angelou

I shed a few tears thinking about the loss of Dr. Mayo Angelou. As a young women growing up, unsure of myself or my potential, not realizing that I mattered, not recognizing my beauty (physical, emotional, spiritual), it was her words, her stories, her voice that helped me realize that the good Lord doesn’t make any mistakes and that I am absolutely beautiful and phenomenal in his eyes. Wonderful, transcendent spirit…God bless her.

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