“Today I Am Not” — a poem celebration.

Today I am not

the dust in my corners,

the shutters unpainted,

the stashes of clean but

disorganized clothing,

the birthday present

unbought and unsent,

or the cleverly stacked

dirty dishes in my sink.

Today I am not the worry

of the oil gushing

or the worry of  government lies,

or the worry of any lie or of any stupid thing I’ve ever said or done in the past.

Today I am not also the worry of

the audio cassette still unfound.

It will show up, shining.

(Probably when I’m getting to the dust!)

Today, I’m not going to the ocean

where we stood in awe when she was four.

But I AM going to a leafy place

with my favorite girl in the world,

where a clean river’s flowing,

children will be laughing

and Suzie and I will ease our

pleasant ongoing conversation

into the heart and soul of the day

— maybe even until dusk if I get off

this computer and do those

dishes to make things look nice

for Jim when he gets home

so he won’t be too mad, especially

since those shutters need painting.

Today, Suzie, our girls and I

will go get something good to eat!

Maybe Hut’s?

Maybe Chuy’s?

I have good sunscreen and

and a relatively un-hideous swimsuit

to greet the perfection of  the day with.

(end of poem)

🙂

So, I better get my stuff together!

Clothes, umbrella, suits, towels, hats.

Get those ribs in the mic.

Do the dishes, while singing.

And a little dancing!

Find the little cooler.

Maybe even wash my face before sunscreen.

 🙂

(end of other poem that sprang up.)

[Above photo: Jim, Kelly on a California Beach, Sept 2005.  I think maybe Laguna? Dana Point?]

xoxoxo

(I still have comments to answer from my last 2 posts. I’ll enjoy getting to those later!!)

I may go crazy, and not get back to a computer until tomorrow a.m.

(But I will slip in here to read comments from my iPhone!)

Can you say Internet Addicted, boys and girls?

🙂

I do love getting your sweet comments!

🙂

ox

agin.

Shoot, need to buttonize that — hang on…

Ahhh, now life is complete.

Well, it will be complete once I get BB with his sandcastle back up, and put the blue water back along the sides!

THEN do the dishes.

🙂

xoxo

again.

Be Patient, Ye Seeker Of Pansy Poems

Be patient ye seeker

of pansy poems.

and poems in general,

for poets are only human

and sometimes will be

found washing cars

or making coffee

or raking leaves

or mopping floors,

instead of constantly painting

angels and blazing violins onto

castle walls for you and me.

Be patient, ye seeker of

pansied summer mornings

and pansied evening boats

that drift into the harbors

of your eyes and the coves

of your deepest longings.

I once sought pansy poems too,

and poems about grand soirees

and bicycle wheels in the rain.

I wanted nothing more than to

to crawl into a good bed poem

and pull the covers up snug.

I also searched for poems

of battles I’d fought and won,

until yesterday, when I realized

the only battle is and ever

shall be within, and that love

alone will answer everything.

 (end of poem)

🙂

[Edited in the pansy on Kelly this Tuesday June 29th, 2010 at 10:54 Texas time.]

I posted earlier pansy poems here.  Click over if you absolutely must.

(photos in this post were taken by yours truly one chilly winter Texas day at the DIY store when The Child was six.)

Posted with pansied love by,
Jannie of the Funsterment
xoxo

When I Get My Amazing Camera (a poem)

When I get My Amazing Camera
I’ll ease it lovingly onto my cake platter,
usher the glass dome down, and savor the ensemble
upon my Irish cotton runner in the middle of the dining

room table where I’ll sit in my kitty ears
(which all the kids agree is my best look,)
writing belated letters on fine stationery.

My Amazing Camera and I will flood this house
with twinking rainbows that will richochet outward
and off every beveled mirror from here to the Eiffel Tower.

And beyond, to ballet schools in Estonia! And Moscow! And Tokyo!!

And even further — to verandahs of raucous beer halls in Brisbane & Sydey,
where we’ll wave at all the people smiling by in boats, and they’ll wave at us.

And we’ll know we’ve reached life’s pinnacle!

(Pretty-much)

🙂

When I get My Amazing Camera
golden autumn sunsets from childhood wheaten hills
will suddenly rise from the hot Texas blacktop
as my minivan — which is not really a van at all,

but a wooden sailing ship, slices up spray, full wind
full sun, full adventure towards photographic shores
still uncharted — brand new eyes capturing this garden,
this deck and the reflex blue of these wonderful walls.

In short, when I get My Amazing Camera
possibly this one, I’ll still pretty-much be me,
but with better pictures. Waaaaaay better pictures.

And won’t it be grand!

(end of poem)

Next post I’ll show you how I’m going to pay for My Amazing Camera without having to borrow a dime. Let’s just say it has something to do with this jumble below (photo taken Jan. 12, 2010.)  Jumble a direct result of clearing everything out of Kelly’s bedroom for redecorating.)

That hanging quilt behind the jumble? A mystery lies beyond.  What could it possibly be?  Any ideas?

I’ll show you next post!

But wait — that next post is HERE! Mystery revealed!!!!!

Love, Jannie
xoxo

P.S. Kelly snapped the top photo yesterday afternoon. Both photos in this post were taken with my iPhone 3GS, and altho the lighting and color were enhanced a bit on both of them with my PaintPro program, that mommy-tummy blubber in the first pic is 100% totally unretouched mine, all mine!!

Jazzercise Advice & Something I Can Only Confess In A Poem

(Yep, that was our Kelly, almost half her life ago)

Jazzercise  Advice

The only hitch

with Jazzercise

is it can be hard

to get a good spot

on the gym floor

where you won’t

be buffeted about

by the cavorting.

So, newcomers —

arrive early, best

15 minutes before

class! And at least

25 minutes early

your first session,

to allow plenty of

time to fill out the

registration in your

finest hand-writing.

Claim a good spot.

Off to the side works.

Back corner is primo!

(Any spot, IMHO,

without a backpack

staking its owner’s claim,

is more than fair game.)

Yes, the veterans may

give you the stink-eye

if you’re in “their” spot.

But they’ll get over it,

and will lead productive

lives again. Eventually.

So be swift and stalwart!

And wear good shoes.

Something I Can Only Confess In A Poem

I felt a little bit like crap

before I wrote the above

Jazzercise poem. I needed

a laugh, because it appears

one of my Perfect New Songs

I have such great all-knowing

hopes for quite probably has

the verse melody too similar

to one part of “Under The Sea”

from Disney’s Little Mermaid.

So, back to the melody drawing

board for me. My chorus is still

good tho!  The challenge is how

to nest it silkily beside a new

verse melody. One little voice in

me goes rah-rah that “Let’s Drink

Up The Stars” will be good, and

this is A Valuable Life Lesson.

But another  little voice in me

nags that I’ll never write a

decent song again, my dream

of winning Kerrville Newfolk

will forever be out of reach

and I’ll belly flop through life

depressed and always with

my shoes on the wrong feet.

So, I am hereby telling that

nagging voice to take a hike!

(end of poems.)

This post has been inspired by Jingle’s Poetry Rally, week 18.  If you like poetry — Jingle is The Great Connector.

With love from Jannie, who is no longer depressed and is about to go blog hopping for the first time in 2 days!! Whoo-hoo!!!!

xoxoox

____ will ____ you (a poem)

(photo by me, 2 houses down from ours, January 2010)

Do not worry, my friends!

The sky will tic tac toe for you.

Spring’s first green will dance for you

Chestnut trees will sing for you.

Garbagemen will cheer for you.

Railroad men will smile for you.

Butterflies will paint for you.

Country lanes will wait for you.

Old leather shoes will remember you.

Coffee cups will clap for you.

Summer heat will cool for you.

Construction zones will nourish you.

Being poor will hold no shame for you.

Little dogs will follow you.

Churches will quiet you.

Children will grow you.

Angels will ache for you.

Moving vans will cry with you.

Heaven’s breath will canopy you.

(end of poem)

YAY!!!  It’s Jingle Poetry Rally — Week 15!!! Check out the awesome poets who post and play along!!!

So what about this wild and crazy poem of mine above??  Well…

The other day I Stumbled on this site called  _____ will ______ you.  Fascinating place.  LOVE the concept!  Very poetically inspiring for me.

One disclaimer — please enter there at your own risk, much of the content is definitely R rated.

Since I discovered ____ will____ you, I’ve been infiltrating daily and dropping little “poetic love bombs” like the lines above.  My hope is if I leave at least 20 non-crass thoughts there a day for the rest of my life, eventually the crasser ones will show up maybe only once in every 100, unlike once in every 3 to 5 as they seem to now — my reasoning being people are starving for nice thoughts.  Do you think?

Am I completely crazy?? (Wait – don’t answer that!)

Be well my friends!!  Be well and speak in poems of love wherever you are.

xoxoxoxo