Haiku Morning

Nightinggale sing. Sing.
Sing a light tune. Dark night.
Console me asleep. Sing.

Japanese Haiku.
Sushi. Chopsticks. Haiku. ku
American Blood.

Novels. Novelas.
Short Stories. Poems. Words.
But Haiku? Is Challenging.

The 28th came.
Yay! Pharmacy run. Thank God.
Problem Solved. Give me.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six Birds on the Wire There.
Free. Fly. Spread your wings.

Need to get out. Out.
Save. Save. Have to Move Out. Move.
Independence. Choke.

Haiku Haiku: Whole Buncha Haiku (10)

Headache. Head. Ache. Ouch.
Trudging along my Wednesday.
Long day. Very. Long.

Shut the lights out. Please.
Hands envelope my temples.
Crumble to my knees.

Large glass of water.
Food. Medication. Caffeine.
Nothing works... God, Please!

Aspirin two times.
Advil. Soma. Tylenol.
Damn. Damn. Piercing pain. White blind pain.

Stab. Stab. Throb. Throb. Oww!
Cannot think straight. Talk straight. What?!?
Let me alone. Quite. Shh!

Lower the shades. Please?!
Light a candle. Put on tea.
Make it stop. Stop. Stop.

Migraine. Let me be.
Please stop taking over. Please.
What can I do? What?!?

Dumb damn Doctor. Damn. Unfair.
Your inadequate error....
"Supposed to" step down.

I am ill. Head. Belly.
You- Rich still. High horse grins. Why?
Cut off. Cut off. Ill.

Ladder broken. How?
No steps to step down. Warped wood.
Careless. Guiltless. Nerve.

Haiku Imitation

Mist falls -
Upon my face,
Upon the flowers there.


Click-Click-Click
Car dead again.
Stupid lemon car.

'Chance Meeting'

Summer's heat -
Cool breeze off the water -
I left the bar quite unknowing
You remained on the patio, just the same.

As you turned for something,
while you packed up equiptment-
your face behind nights' shadows only half-showing.
My face turned quick as did yours...
Eyes met eyes... in one long, locked gaze...
Time paused.... stood still....
My heart which jumped five beats,
I hardly know how I contained.

Then a sweet, handsome whisper upon mine ear,
" Whats your name?"
And I responded.... then with curiousity I requested the same.
"Calum".
Calum.
Strange, very cool and interesting name.
So this is the name for the Irish wonder who has stolen my heart...
in the miracle of a moment's notice.

To avoid the chance encounter with my
bad blind date behind me.....
I choked for words, as you did the same I suppose.
I could only gaze into your beautiful chocolate brown eyes,
listening to my mind race as my heart ceased to beat.
My mouth? My words? I failed to speak.. as if I had forgotten how to.
But, time? No, time did not move.
Time stood still. Ever. So. Still. Where am I? Who?
There's just me. Here. There's just you. Stay still.

Then the wind changed course,
reality blew in with the wind.
Our gaze was interrupted and broken,
and only a name.... only a first name....first.
Calum.

They say if it's meant to be, then it will be...
God takes care of it. So I keep my faith.
What was that, that just happened?
How do I process that stopping of time?
I swallow it down with hope that there will be another encounter.
Leaving it up to fate... faith... not a bad idea...
It's one choice when I have no other... and I am a young lady of faith.
Will you write a lyric for me as I have written words over you?
Will they sound sweet like a memory.... a memory worth remembering.
Calum.

Will... a Legend of the English World

William Shakespeare

Check out this link...just click on Shakespeare's name above! I have always been a very creative person... a writer, an artist, a gardener, a star gazer..and I have always loved quotes.

One of my very favorite quotes, is this...

" To thine own self, be true!"

... and I am not sure there are many equally good and more honest quotes that compare. Without being yourself, you are not actually living and enjoying the life that was intended for you(or at least that's how I feel about it).

'Oh, Blue Angels.. Can You Hear Me?'

Oh, Blue Angels.... Can you hear me?

How perfectly you fly the planes with such precision- with such perfection- such awe!

How perfectly ironed your navy blue uniform is, how perfected your stance and walk.

And how cordial each of you are to every individual lunatic fan-

Fans and Enthusiasts, pushing and shoving to get your John Handcock....

But, excuse.... Blue Angels-

or maybe just one angel's response will do...

How lonely do you feel inside?

Can anybody hear you?

There seems to be a longing behind your eyes, Is the feeling new?

Traveling place to place... from here to there and back again.

Rushing at top speeds, far beyond speeds that the rest of us have tasted.

Is the grass greener where you stand?

The outfits are handsome and the stature is respected,

but whats going on inside, Blue Angels-

Are you silently whispering up to heaven in regards to a lonely heart?

For those of you alone without a soul who knows you well-

For those of you married or engaged, who choke up in greetings and departures-

What would happen if you traded your life of speed and worldliness,

and instead kept your two feet on the ground?

I bet, and I'm sure I'm right, as lonely as you are-

It's not worth the trade-off.

For, if it was- tell me, why are you still airborne?

Oh, Blue Angels, each and every one,

how awkward it must feel to only have a window's view

into the worlds of those you know well.

But, oh, blue angels, how amazing and breathtaking it must be,

to taste the things and experience the things you have... which we cannot.

How strange and strangling...how conflicting it must be...

To want what you have so badly- to be proud of yourself to have it -

But to... on the same note... want something you can't have so bad it stings.

Well, come on, lets just face it- None of us can have everything!

We choose the lives we do because it seems perhaps it is stitched into us...

Intertwined into our being... as if we never really maybe had a choice.

People that become nothing weren't meant to be nothing...

... just chose their lives to take that path.

In this world of give and take, and black and white...

Your decision was wise and well spent.

Oh, Blue Angels, although your hearts may ache....

with the struggle to plant your feet or fly.. with the struggle to find your heart's mate...

or, perhaps, to spend time with the soul you've already found who's picture is in your head -

Know this, as twisted a decision as it is for you,

...and as strange of a struggle your hearts contend with...

Everyone watching you from down on the ground feels their own struggle,

most of them envious...to some degree... of you and your choices.

Smile & be proud....walk proudly.... Blue Angels,

...because even with your feet planted, love does not come so easy.

'Bitten by the Sun'

Memorial Day weekend greets the familiar faces and friendly crowds.
Sunshine and a perfect teasing warm breeze to set the pace,
along with the welcomed sunshower against sticky mesquito-bitten skin.
The Summer months on Long Island are officially upon us,
creeping up quickly without any desire to hide its face.
Why shall I let it hide its face?

Sunshine, to my eyes, is happiness
Sunshine is laughter
Sunshine and the warm light is love that surrounds me.
Warm breeze that envelopes both jovial family and friends.

Memorial Day has finally made its way to the Long Island shores,
past the beautiful cool Autumn breezes and even colder Winter chill.
Memorial Day rung in with parties, b.b.q.'s and the typical girls night out...
Car shows and air shows; Concerts, Nautical Mile and parades galore...
thats what Memorial Day memories are made of!

Sunday b.b.q. with the family out back on the canal..
who's turn is it to jump in the race across the bay to ring the bell?
Lucky for me, I don't have a change of clothes.
Hide under the Tiki Bar, drink...drink... drink some more...
Yell for the fastest swimmer then play house with the children on the lawn.

Entire weekend in the sun, barely taken time to sit....
The Monday Memorial holiday always spent lounging and relaxing.
I save my sitting and exhaustion for then.
Wow! My back hurts...

More Daquiri please...or Pina Colada works too....
let me behind the bar, I'll mix a drink for you.
Light dances across the deck, throwing happy shadows across the yard-
Welcome summer, welcome here.
Thanks for the sun, the warm breeze and daylight showers.
Please wake me in the early sunlite hours (but preferably without a hangover).

Summer Philosophy: Gets the Creative Gears Rolling!

Today is our first day of our PHI 390: Creative Experience summer class. I like the approach to learning in this class because it is very different than what I am used to in the mundane graduate classes. It is not that I don't enjoy the ESL/English Education classes that are mandatory for my graduate degree, but it's just a lot of technical "stuff" which does not allow me the outlet to be me.

In this class, Philosophy & the Creative Experience, I am able to do what I enjoy and get graded for it. In my opinion, the undergraduate classes, at lease the electives in the undergraduate classes, are far more fun. In this new class, we are welcomed 'to go against the grain' and follow our hearts and take risks. It's a breath of fresh air to match the beautiful Spring season that is upon us.

On-Going Assessment