Uncertainity

 

What will I do,

where will I go,

What should I expect,

Who will smile at me today,

What will be my response,

In my uncertainty and my

insecureness

I WILL PROBABLY....

follow the flow of life

do nothing to mess up my daily

routine, without thinking of those

who don't know what awaits for 

them from minute to the other.....

For Someone

 

Someone will always be prettier. 

Someone will always be smarter.

Someone will always be younger

But they will never be you...

or this one (not my words obviously):

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby, oh

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of
Dreams really do come true-ooh-ooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops that's where
You'll find me, oh

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to
Oh why, oh why can't I? I

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me
Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to
Why, oh why can't I? I

Stop, think & meditate

When you have 

ENOUGH 

day in - day out on your 

newspaper, radio, tv, politicians,

your computer, tablet, phone,

friends, parents

PLEASE 

just close everything and take

a walk in the fresh air. 

Otherwise you will loose your

marbles and you will not recover

them easily.

Believe me you will see and comprehend

what we are living these days.

 

Women day solidarity

 I don't know who you are 

or where you live.

I don't know what your tongue

speaks or what color is your skin.

I do know that this world is for

you and me if we trust each other.

We are made the say way of bones

and flesh, a gorgeous or a plain face,

tall or short, thin or large,

BUT WHO CARES

if we stay together

and protect one another.

Dear sisters, mothers, grandmothers 

stand up this is 

OUR DAY

and no one else. Let's not stop to this

day but make it a WOMEN's day

all year long.

PS: graphic is not mine but if author

recognizes itself, please let me know.

Humans

When humans believe they are creators
of the universe and deserve acknowledge
for the creation of it but will not accept  the

consequences of when the world shatters in million

of pieces following by wars with destructions

for the poor's and immense fortunes for the riches.

Wars and peace are such antagonist words

that only fool fully believe.  Wars are for

men to play with madness and their mothers to cry,

peace is for children to dream of, if they

make it through the horrors of war....  

NB: Photo not mine if author recognizes himself

please let me know & I will give you full credit. 

Are they still valid?

I really don't know how these words came to

mind while reading my daily newspaper. 

Maybe it's the fact that there is not a day that

we don't read or listen to WAR, demonstrations

and the inaction of the western world.

So here are the words that jumped in my mind:

1) Yesterday is history (man kind forget it).

2) Tomorrow is a mystery (that is if I'm still alive)

3) Today is a gift (but at what price).

That's it for today hopefully our brothers and sisters

can take care and stay safe.

NB: This is a toy but real ones kill & destroy, no one

knows how it feel unless you were besides the real

ones. 

When the world looses it.

Dear friends I am so sorry and

mad at the situation that we are living

these days.  It's maddening that now

that we are seeing the light at the end

of the tunnel for the covid pandemic

here that we start another mind boggling

fear of war. 

No one who has not passed it through

would, will or imagine the lives of these

people who are loosing not only their

country but also their lives or have to run

away to other countries to survive.

Are politicians human beings or monsters?

do they sleep at night or stay up to   

think of how to steal, kill, rob, and then

claim that all is done in the name of a country.

When brothers against brothers, fathers are

in the middle and have to make a choice

to let go their loved ones and they will

stay behind to protect and safe keep their

birth land, when you with a gun and the 

others with tanks, I can only think of 

the story of 'David and Goliath"....

Who will win in our modern time???

Let it stop!

 

 

Life is a Spiral

Life is just like a spiral,

the more it turns 

the more we loose our mind, 

we believe in words, 

we life by fire,

we cry of rage 

and laugh of pain.  

Let us not forget 

who we are

where we come from and 

where we are headed down the road.....

Music

This gramophone from the early 1900 to mid 1960's
was a joy to have in our houses - especially mine 
that both my father who played accordeon and my 
mother who loved to sing, (they did have a fantastic voice)
was our home theater and we kept listening to 
great voices, instruments, ballads, operas, but keep in
mind that we had to keep turning a handle and have
a very new and clean needle and of course the

33 records. Our collection was mainly of great

opera singers like Caruso, Mario Lanza, Puccini

and many more Italian singers.  Lordy lordy the

hours and hours of music that was floating in our

living room.  When the first radios started to be

affordable these gramophones were disposed off 

and today only very few are still around.  Those

were the days of great music at least for me,

even today I love soft music and not those 

people who shout instead of singing. 

Times passes on and who knows what will be

our next musical instruments ....

 

Escape

 

Not all is ... 

White lily

or
black ink 
or 

in between,

There's always a midway
to find your way in twists and turns.
Look and a solution will appear.

Who's world is it....

 

One time one would know in

which time he lived.

Today everyone is a "master of this

and that" preaching it to the 

four corner of the world.  

Are we listening?

I believe not, since we all have

degrees, certificates, passports,

passes no more in papers but in

chips.

So I will let you the readers 

decide what is best for you, 

as for me, I'm docking in my four

walls until spring time comes along

so that I can run around and see

the damages of this wartime like

life...

I believed....

I believed in conquering the beast,

little did I know that it was stronger

than me.

The beast lurked, jumped, hid,

but was always there waiting

in the darkness or sunshine, 

in cold or warm weather, 

it was always there.

I faught with all my strengths,

masked myself, kept hands so clean

my skin was on the brink of breaking

more than once, walking around with 

a yard to keep all at bay, 

but the beast was stronger and smarter

than me.

Fear of the beast is of those who believe

in life and friends, neighbors, family,

including themselves.

Those who play the all mighty are doomed

and blame it not on the beast

but on me and my believes.

 

Sad story saga...

The old story teller whispering

softly and gently to the day wind

or night wind. 

"Wind o wind, you who has a

free spirit roaming around, why

do you leave me behind!

You're awareness of my wishing

freedom from those who cut my

wings is unbearable. I pray for your

help and advice, I implore your

force to pick me up and bring me

with you, not caring where or how,

but far enough from my killer.

Yes I'm sure that I will be part of

the statistics of violence against the

women of this world.  Stupid me

for believing that I could change this

animal that is at my side and keeps

me like a broken bird in a cage.

I'm afraid to talk, to walk, to live

one day when I'm fully broken he

will finish me.  No matter if I'm his

slave at his deadliest commands,

I know that I do not have much more

time to be on this world.  

Is it my fault, I don't know, 

am I ugly, but then why keep me prisoner,

is it my stupidity in believing that love

could solve everything around me and

the world of marriage, who knows,

my only sin is that I was born a woman

and that I must pay the price of being

a woman...

NB: Photo not mine, if author recognizes

this work, just email me & I will give you

credit.

  

 

Lover

My lover is very special

he might not be a superman,

or an Olympian, no he's just

and ordinary guy that was

at my side, in good and not so

good time. .. 

But don't tell him, he might get

offended, believing he is the  

best person on this earth. 

Sure he is, but like all humans

faults are shown on a daily basis.

But I love him with all his faults,

is little beer stomach, is lousy jokes.

Let's not get too fussy or he will

tease you for days and forget

all his good promises, but he's

still my lover from the first time

that I laid eyes on him. 

Do not leave me now, I would

not survive and would follow

you as soon as I could. You are

my rock, my lover, my provider...

PS: I swear not to nag you when

we leave this world and grow 

old as angels laughing our way

through fluffy clouds, with

you and your beer and me with

my glass of white wine. 

NB: Thank you to this gentleman

who I met on one of my walks

in a park and started to tell me a

bit of his life and the loss of his

beloved wife who had passed away

three months earlier. 

 

 

What's new...

What's new in your life?
Mine is very simple, 

I look, I bother my loved

ones, I eat as pleased,

enjoying the outside view

from my hammock in my

mistress bedroom and 

waved by passer bys.

Yours is a crazy life,

running around with a 

mask (necessary still),

too lazy to cook so the

car brings it to you.

don't bother to get 

dressed now you don't

need to shovel the snow,

or grab a paid of rain boots.

Leaves are gorgeous when

they fall down but not when

there soggy and wet. 

You complain about the

juice you pour in your

4 WD, but don't mind

running to just get a bottle

of milk or alcohol or hash.

Set your priorities like me

and you will live to be 101,

not the law on language cat

language is unique and universal,

but of course your age........

Home sweet home.

Abandoned and lonely

roaming around the city

darkness is dreadful

day time is impossible

people trampling over me,

cars and crazy people 

do not pay attention to

my hunger and thirst,

hiding by day, roaming

around at night, checking

each garbage bins for a scrap

of food and hide it from

my worst enemy the dog

also roaming the streets at

night time.

Here in this rundown park

I found a castle, a real castle

with food and even a blanket

to rest my old bones.  I do not

know the owner of this castle

but until it's around, with warmth

and food, I will come and rest

here at night, in my 

HOME SWEET HOME. 

Autumn gold

It's another day
the morning sun is greeted by 
sharp crispness in the air.
Harvesting is stretching to it's ending,
winter is drawing near,
in between this passage calls for 
a special time of the year.
We call it Indian summer showing
us the good lord took a light 
feather and brushed all the hills
down below.
As I sit on one of these hills, 
an open book at my feet trying to
steel time pages turn by themselves,

a soft breeze around me help me
imagine a child up on these hills, 

searches the land of his fathers, 

lost in his taught recalling human pains, 

knows that on these hills quietness and solitude,
God helps us to endure.
My eyes are this land window,
peace is found within my soul,
upon these hills of Autumn,
that are strewn with red and gold. 

Mother Nature

Mother nature indulged me today,
a plain day, 
with fleeing clouds 
here and there, quite muggy 
for my taste, still had to go for
a 10,000 steps walk.  I'm the 
little old lady with a camera roaming
the neighborhood & stopping when
I'm tired of walking and my
little faithful camera is always ready
for whatever my eyes sees.
It could be a flower, a child's toy,
a distorted tree or just a leaf that
capture my attention.  Today it was
a little special, I was walking much
slower and I came across something
that we don't see too much in the
city,  a tree with about 20 of these
type of mushrooms. I know that 
they are good for consumption,
but they were too high for me to 
reach, so I first took photos, then
knocked on one's door and asked
if they could come out and help me
take down those mushrooms.

PS: Never consume mushrooms that

you don't know, they can be mortal. 

 

 

known only to him

Just listen to him

 When my eyes behold the stars

This heart of mine is filled with wonder My poor mind cannot grasp their array But the hand that spilled them there All across the wide heaven Had a plan when He placed them that way. Known only to Him Are the great hidden secrets I'll fear not the darkness when my flame shall dim I know not what the future holds But I know who holds the future It's a secret known only to Him. In this world of fear and doubt On my knees I ask the question Why a lonely heavy cross I must bear? Then He tells me in my prayer It's because I am trust worthy He gives me strength far more than my share.

NB: These words were sang by Elvis Presley

and it really is very impressive to listen to.

No tittle yet

I'm hiding from the curious
floating away to a nowhere land.
I don't need a boat or a floating board
I need my freedom spirit, 

the sun and the moon 

and a soft cloud for a bed....