The day we thought she was better…
That night she relapsed.
No sleep for the mama.
Unhappy baby belly.
When will it end?
…
Not really a poem. But sure. Just my thoughts of this morning. But I’ve been super mama!
Trying to think of things I’ve accomplished…?
I’ve help my baby 24/7! I’ve not gotten sick! And I finished her costume!
It started off as just a long sleeved orange shirt. 8hrs later…😎 Sharpie pens are awesome!
Stay healthy! Have a nice Monday! ❤️
This is the second poem in my past poetry collection.
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Robots vs. Ninjas
Robots
Make that
Squeaky noise.
Like little boys
Fighting
For toys.
Ninjas are silent
And quite
Violent
In dark
Shapeless ways.
Robots vs. Ninjas
Very short battle.
Robots would run
Like cattle.
While the ninjas
Sit in the saddle.
Do not pick
The tin man.
Fly
Like the ninja.
Cuz’
You won’t die.
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Well… I have no words. But it’s not too bad. I don’t know why I didn’t use any punctuation back then. But I like the idea behind this poem.
It’s just strange because it is not at all like my normal style. Maybe this one was inspired with my little brother.
There is no way of knowing.
Enjoy your Saturday! My baby seems to be over the worst!!
The end is near!
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She is different;
She’s acting strange.
I should not be ignorant.
Don’t wait for change.
Is she better now?
Can we start to play?
She’s holding down her chow,
But she still seems grey.
It went down!
It went up!
Wish to be rid of this frown.
Time for a check-up.
It’s never too late;
It’s always fine.
It’s not her fate!
Slowly towards the finishing line.
…
If you can guess, this poem is inspired by my little one who has the stomach flu. My poor sweet thing. It’s day three. Day one was the worst. But now I’m just tracking her fever.
I had a scare this morning. At 2:10am. My home thermometer was reading 104.6!!! So I panicked and dashed off to the hospital in town. I just wanted them to check her temp…
They did, and it read 99.2… way better than what mine was reading. Maybe it’s time for a new one.
As an adult being sick is awful. But I’m sure she is feeling worse, because she cannot express herself fully. Poor thing.
Well enjoy your Friday. I’ll be staying with my baby and she hopefully gets over this fever. We shall see.
Happy Friday! 🍦Have some ice cream. Ice cream sounds delicious.
Synonyms: 1. Cutting, graft, slip, shoot, etc. 2. Descendant, heir, successor, child.
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Weighted amounts,
Suffocating
Squeezing the life
Out of you.
Demanding accounts,
Of pressure grating,
Away youth with a knife.
Now anger grew.
Will effort ever count?
Constantly hating;
Everyone is a lowlife.
Days are always blue.
…
So you could read it from an heir point of view but I also saw parts of my childhood.
When I swam competitively, my dad had lots of expectations. He wanted me to be the best. That I should never fail.
Don’t get me wrong, I am already a super competitive person; but he took it too far sometimes.
The screaming at me because I failed to win, the ridiculing me in front of others, the threatening me about having to walk home out of shame, etc.
At some point I said he could no longer come to my swim meets. I think I was 10…? I forgot to tell him my lane and afterwards, he yelled at me in front of everyone. That time pushed me tears and I had to call my mom to come get me because my dad left me.
Not funny…but funny how different phrases can sting or bring back unpleasant memories.
But after that meet, my mom was my new supporter. She was great support. If I lost a race it was, “at least you didn’t drown” or “you did look like you were dying out there.” Haha! And if I won… “good job!” She was the best kind of support ❤️ Don’t get me wrong; my mom is competitive in her own way.
So I guess…parents out there that are competitive… remember not to go too far. My two year old already likes all kinds of sports… so I’m taking my own advice. I don’t want to continue what my dad did, but what my mom did. Maybe with a controlled amount of competitiveness. This is only referring to my daughter. If it’s me alone I’m going to be my ultra super crazy competitive person that I am!! My hubby won’t play games with me. ☹️
Have a family filled Friday! 🏡
I am the worst about giving gifts. As you know for my brother I painted that red umbrella painting for him. And his girlfriend an impression of a Leonid Afremov painting…
Well I finished all the other ones for my family. Originally they were supposed to be Christmas gifts…but I don’t know if I can wait that long. It’s been almost a week and I can’t handle it.
So I might just make them another gift for Christmas. I really want to make my nephews some custom shirts. Throughout their childhood I’ve drawn shirts for them. When they were younger it was different Disney characters. Now since they are older I will do my own creation. I already have all the fabric paint. I just need to make the stencils.
So I might just make one for each of my siblings too! I think that will be fun. Haha!
Mostly because I want them to open their paintings now! NOW!
Here they are!
This is for my sister and brother-in-law.
This is for my older sister.
This is for my older brother. My hubby wanted to steal it…
This painting is 100% mine. I took the photo and now I’m painting it. Amazing to know that this beautiful scenery is still untouched!
Hope your day is filled with color! 🎨
:-:-:-:-A Poem, for you two-:-:-:-:
Light tomorrow,
With what you do today!
Love can be displayed.
Let him feel useful;
Even if,
You could do it better.
“Can you bring me a sweater?”
There will be moments,
When it is better to remain silent,
Over being right.
But always solve it before night.
Don’t forget,
Be goofy sometimes.
Filled with puns and rhymes.
When asking a spouse,
Don’t demand, say,
Hey, do you want to do something for me?”
Better results,
This way!
Communicate with each other.
One day’s trouble,
Will hang over to the next,
Until resolved.
But only with the parties involved.
Don’t go to sleep…mad.
Or morning will come,
And you’ll wish you had.
Life is long,
Don’t stress,
You won’t remember it in a year.
All bad fights disappear.
Don’t sweat the little things,
It’s almost all small stuff.
Just let go of your gruff.
You are both fearfully and wonderfully made.
Remember that,
When you are sick and stink.
Your love won’t shrink.
Have fun together and be silly.
Laughter is key, really!
Make time for each other,
Be as geeky as possible.
Live like Ron Stoppable.
Periodically review and check your relationship,
Communication, does your bodies good.
Also…
Never eat shredded wheat,
Unless you really like it.
Good advice,
I must admit.
…
This poem is rather long… My sister is renewing her vows. Because of COVID she was unable to have the grand big wedding last year. Anyways, I was in charge of games at the bridal shower; One of the games I chose was more sentimental than anything.
I had the guests write one piece of wisdom for my sister on an index card. Then I proceeded to make a poem out of them, for her, that I would frame.
I actually really enjoyed this! I want to do this again for various occasions. Birthday wishes, miss you cards, maybe song requests…I don’t know. But it was a lot of fun.
The italicized lines are my addition to help the poem flow. If it seems quirky and a little funky…it is because it’s not just my words. It’s thirteen other people too.
Just a fun thing to give to the bride as she begins her new chapter of life. ❤️
Enjoy your weekend! 🌸
Synonyms: misfortune, grief, misery, woe, distress, worry, blow, etc.
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Life…
As we know it…
Is over.
Lava cascades down,
Fires blaze,
Panic is here.
Piercing with a knife.
Bodies in a fit.
Can you feel lower?
Chaos all around,
Where is the exit,
Of this life maze?
Relief…near?
Help me please,
In search of ease.
…
This poem could be anything…it could be some big event or even the smallest. For me I thought of my two year old when she behaves like the world is ending. Being two is so hard…
I’m currently on vacation. So I’ve been really bad about posting. I’ve just been enjoying time with family. Currently, for me, life is peaceful. Some stress here and there, but pretty much easy.
One more week of this and I’m good. I’m good! ☺️
Enjoy your Friday! 🌷
He painted them,
Greens, browns, and reds;
As if a gem,
Meant to cheer,
But multiply instead.
They crawl on the ground,
Blend surroundings.
Profound,
They possess wings.
Taking flight,
Leaping into the air.
Without a care,
That they will create a scare.
Poor misunderstood,
Wishing to be beautiful;
Only seen with fear.
Desires to be good,
Instead panic is suitable.
Come hop here,
To appear.
…
The grasshopper. I know it seems ridiculous to fear grasshoppers, but you see them flying and you think, “what an interesting looking moth.”
Nope! Not a moth! And when you least expect it, they charge your face.
I live where you step in your lawn and it seems like the grass comes alive and creates wave motions.
But every time I’ve seen one I always think they are the misunderstood insect. I’ve actually had this idea, for this poem, for months now.
Enjoy your Sunday! Try and find another one of God’s creations that is misunderstood. It’s actually quite fun.
🌸
I am finally to the point where I am happy with my completion. Now I want to paint it again for myself on a larger scale.
Hopefully my brother will like it!
This is the process…from start to finish. Took approximately 5 days. So happy to be back in my painting bubble.
Day 1 done.
Day 2. Baby started yelling at me. Done.
Haha 😂
Day 3 done.
Day 4 done. Again, baby determined my painting time.
Next was to redefine red…and….
Finished!
I’m actually really happy with the result. After not painting for about 2-3 years, I’m still happy I have retained some skill.
I just hope my brother doesn’t read my blog…haha that would be funny.
Enjoy your Saturday!! Weekend!! 😎
Synonyms: harden, stiffen, rigidify, etc.
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Fighting,
Yelling,
Tears.
The one becomes two.
Hurting,
Shunning,
Glares.
Hate lives in the forefront.
Harding,
Corroding,
Stiffen.
The heart beats for no one.
Accepting,
Trying,
Defeated.
Timing in love is key.
Freeing,
Living,
Peace.
Love yourself first.
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Most everyone has experienced his cycle. Unless you were one of the lucky ones and you had your other half from the get go.
The word is ossify. I must be honest I’ve never heard of this word. When I saw the synonyms my first thought of a break up. My first break-up was…wow thirteen years ago. 😳 Haha, but I tried to remember the emotions I felt after. I also asked my hubby; his was about seven years ago…but he was no help; he was trying to be too deep. 😅
My vacation has been exciting but full. I’m enjoying myself, but I’m also taking this chance to catch up on my sleep. Hopefully my sleeping schedule changes from that of a teenager.
Give your other half, or even yourself a hug today. Love is strong in any form. Enjoy your Wednesday! 🌺
