I hate saying the word hate.
But I already have 3 times
since I started this post.
(4 times now, with that photo.)
Kelly says, “I hate this game.”
“I hate this cheese.” “I hate that team.”
“I hate you,” the latter last evening.
(I lost my patience and yelled at her,
so she was probably justified in that.
Both forgiven now. Today all new.)
Forgiveness is the ultimate love.
(Be sure to forgive yourself.)
Some people who were not held
sweetly as babies set up web pages
for the sake of hate against others.
Others say snide things about people
on their blogs because they are fearful,
and being mean often gets them a laugh.
(And I thought this LoveBeatsHate thing
would be hard to write about, but look at me
finding words here in this luuuv “hotseat.”)
Love seat?
🙂
The swing above was
a loveseat Kelly, Peach
and I shared in March 2002
in North Carolina.
Love is good.
I choose love.
Love is something you do.
Love is reigning.
Love (not Coke,) is it.
“When we judge we leave no room for love.” — Mother Theresa.
Love is in me.
Love is in you.
Love IS me.
Love IS you.
“Love power
It rules us
takes over
and shoes us.”)
(I don’t think
that last line
is correct, but
it does make
sense to me)
because
My Wonderful Friend, Suzie, the sunshine gal in this pic (at Kelly’s 5th birtday party,)
recently gave me a pair of black ALL-leather Kenneth Cole shoes, ones her mother bought for her at a yard sale in Texarcana, but were a little too small for Suzie.
Whoo-hoooo!!
Love is the way to go.
Love is a gift you give yourself.
How will YOU choose love today?
Other bloggers are taking part in this LoveBeatsHate posting fest!
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Here’s Jeanne’s eloquent post for this fest.
Here’s the Face Book page.
Please consider tweeting using the hashtag #LoveBeatsHate
THANKS!!!
Love, Jannie
xoxo
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Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 9 November 2010 @ 10:32 PM
To my five modern poetry books wherever love shall find you — a poem
They might think I’m dropping you
in a basket on the orphanage steps
or casting you off like some old
pants with a big rip in the arse.
So, I’m telling them how ruffling your pages is
like ruffling my child’s hair on a morning walk.
How the sweetness of my time with you
I’ll always remember like the afternoons
Grammy let me shake the warm donuts
in a brown paper lunch bag full of sugar.
Poetry books, they might
think I do not love you.
But it is because I love you I am about
to sail you and mail you to new homes
where new hearts and new shelves will
dance with you in ways I can’t imagine.
Yes, friends, this is a give-away post.
Leave a comment for a chance of me
drawing your comment number from
my pink John Deere wine-drinking hat.
(If you don’t want a poetry book, but
just want to say hello, let me know
and I won’t count your comment.)
(Giveaway offer open World Wide.)
No skill-testing question involved.
No need to tell me how much you love me.
(Tho I never mind hearing you do.)
No need to tell me what you ate for breakfast.
(Tho I am curious as to what you scarfed down.)
I had some Annie’s mac-n-cheese. And coffee.
Next week I’ll climb up my tree — even higher
than last time, to pick you five lucky winners.
So, that’s it!
With love, from Jannie
xoxo
P.S.
The next few days I will be in the
wood-shed working on songs, and
I may not even be posting a 55.
I know, a shocker. Sorry, G-man.
But… I’m sure I’ll be emerging
once in a while to refresh myself
in the tasty wine of your blogs,
put up new sidebar buttons and
add to BB’s Thanksgiving Feast.
OH — FORGOT TO MENTION — YOU ARE ALL ALWAYS WINNERS TO ME, OF COURSE!!
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Poetry, Sidebar Buttons | Posted by Jannie on 4 November 2010 @ 10:55 AM
each new one can’t
stay up top forever.
Yet, each friend
stays top in my heart.
And whenever
someone smiles
or holds a door open
or says a kind word
they grace the top
of love’s sidebar.
Yep, corny as
An Ishtar Song, that
last bit, but true.
🙂
That was a Friday Flash Fiction in 55 words for The G-Man.
Except I can’t wait ’til my usual 5:55 to post this, so here you go!
It’s never too early for luuuuv. 10:55 a.m. now.
(At least I got a 55 in there!) 🙂
Jannie
xoxo
P.S. Edit…
I have so far made about 60 buttons — and I have about 150 friends, so please be patient until your button appears!
All buttons end up permanently linked in a post like this, then go up here, a page I’ll eventually organize into attractive archives, as the code grows and grows.
xoxo (agin)
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Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 28 October 2010 @ 6:44 PM
He’s to the left.
I’m to the right,
our backs bent into
the rope of our beliefs.
We are both closest
to the center line,
so close we could
hold hands. Dare we?
Dare we drop our grip?
Abandon our teams
and The Struggle,
to sit side by side
in some little cafe where
love is always waiting?
A Friday Flash Fiction 55 for the G-Man, who art in Michigan and who wilt comment if you tell him your 55 is up.
Tug-of-war photo by Proctor Bronzes
Posted with love and friendship by me
— Jannie of the Beer-Drinking Hills
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Friends, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 27 October 2010 @ 1:13 AM
I returned home from my walk yesterday
where I’d taken these pictures, to an email
from a good blogging friend here in Austin
to read he’s dying from pancreatic cancer.
I won’t mention his name, as I’m not sure
he’d want that, but please know he’s always
been more than a good friend ever since I
first lured him into this den of funiquity.
He’s popped in here time and time again.
He bought my cd and wrote it up nicely.
His comments make me laugh and laugh.
His blog posts make me laugh too. And think.
He’s really an amazing writer, deep and witty.
More gifted than these words will ever say.
His e-mail explained why he’s been so scarce
around the blogosphere these past months.
(And I thought I’d pissed him off with my
2nd vs 5th amendment comment on his blog.)
I should’ve known something else was up.
(There but for the grace of others go I.)
In his email he thanked me for being kind to
him and for all my encouragement of his blog.
He told me how much he appreciated me and
wished me and my family much joy always.
People, I have never met this friend in person,
yet you see how deeply he has touched my heart.
I know now why I snapped these 3 pix yesterday
on a spot of the trail I find especially magical.
They were meant for him somehow, for his love
of this city he has lived in so long, for his love
of Texas, family, history, life, laughter, writing.
For the blessing of him and his friendship to me.
I will leave you with some of the words I replied
to his e-mail with … “I will raise my glass and
my eyes and my heart to you and the stars and
to friendship always when I think of your spirit.”
Friends, let us love one another. Deeply and always.
Let us put any differences aside and let love reign.
Love Jannie
xo
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