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The Battle With Heat

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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.

Love
By emily2jane
10-15-21

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.

Creativity, Poetry, Poetry From The Past, Reflections

Poetry From The Past

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Unpacking leads to finding things from your past. I found a treasure… my creative writing/ poetry binder from over ten years ago. I was super creative in 2010. I had more free time in the past.

But here is the first poem I read.

…

Whom?

Whom…

Do I chase?

Down

The far

Pool.

Me.

Myself.

The girl

Doing it

Perfect

And precise.

She starts out

Ahead.

But I beat her

Dead.

That girl

Who begins

And I end.

…

This poem cracks me up! I wrote it October 08, 2010. I wonder who my competitor was; that I decided to write a poem based on them. I have no idea…

As I wrote that, I thought it could be me. I used to have that mindset. That I was the best and racing myself was the only opponent better than me. Oh the confidence…

Inspire for poem: Whom?
By emily2jane
10-08-21

I’m enjoying reading things from my past. I am now remembering that I went through a phase of writing sad poetry. Hopefully reading my old poetry will help spark up my old creativity once again. I’ve been in somewhat of a rut lately.

Maybe due to the fact that the hubby and I built a garage/ shed in less than 24 hours these last two days. I was the pair of helping hands to my master builder husband.

Maybe I’ll share that experience next blog.

But anyways…enjoy the weekend! Party time!! For all you young people or people young at heart! Instead, I will be enjoying time at home. It’s supposed to rain today! A nice Saturday at home. Just what I need! 🌧

I blocked my name for privacy.
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Word Of The Day: Scion 10-08-21

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Synonyms: 1. Cutting, graft, slip, shoot, etc. 2. Descendant, heir, successor, child.

…

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.

“Pressure” B
y emily2jane
10-08-21

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! 🏡

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A Hello to Fall

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…

The red cape,

Flies into the air.

Baby giggles and cheers,

Combine with,

The crunching of leaves.

Unusual outfit,

But uncontrollable smiles.

Layers mean colors;

Colors means glee.

Fall,

Might be a crisp,

Crafty haven.

But to a child;

It is..

Enchantment,

Excitement,

And vibrant,

To be free!

…

This poem is based, once again, on my sweet baby girl. On Saturday we were moving a bunch of things so I wasn’t present when additional selections were added to her outfit. A Santa hat and Superman cape. She already had cowboy boots on.

Super Santa is Off!
Photo By emily2jane
10-02-21

It was a sight to see. But as she played on the trailer and we busily moved things around; I stopped and watched her for a hot minute. She was laughing and catching the leaves while they fell to the ground. It was pure happiness in her smiles.

I hope your Tuesday is filled with Fall and big big smiles! Have a happy Tuesday! 🍁☺️

Hello To Fall
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10-05-21
Art, Creativity, Poetry, Reflections

Mature, Now?

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Life still continues.

…

We change,

Mature,

And grow.

Feeling pain,

Excitement,

And occasionally…

Peace.

Living apart,

Together,

And at a distance.

Loving never dies,

Always thrives.

And never divides.

…

Recently the hubby and I have been discussing trying to move. However nothing seems to fit. We’ve grown up. Before, we would have jumped at any good sounding deal. Instead now we sit and dwell on the idea before deciding. And lately, our decision, has been to not take the deal, because the the risk is too high.

Also, the idea of moving reminds me of my family that lives far away. I miss them all. At least I get to see them in December.

Enjoy your Monday. If you get to see your family or family member today; give them a big hug! Some of us in the world want to, but they live to far away. But the love is still there, and always will be. ❤️

Photo By: emily2jane
Edit By: emily2jane
09-23-21

It’s definitely fall where I’m at, but I still love to post pictures of flowers. So that I remember what they look like as we enter winter.

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A Gift Made Through Words

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:-:-:-:-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. ❤️

The complete gift.

Enjoy your weekend! 🌸

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Word Of The Day: Tribulation 09-15-21

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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! 🌷

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The Misunderstood

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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.

🌸

Chaos
emily2jane
09-05-21
Art, Creativity, Poetry

Word Of The Day: Ossify 08-25-21

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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.

…

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! 🌺

Loss of Love Cycle
emily2jane
08-25-21
Art, Creativity, Poetry

Him.

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Can you guess as you read?

…

He’s my light,

Forever my future.

His stares,

Cause a deep red hue;

Noticeable even in night.

Our humor,

Sometimes clashes,

Still a perfect pair.

We will get through,

The thick and thin;

Stronger than before.

Fights and pride,

Can diffuse the love;

But once the truce is found,

We blossom again.

Still,

I’m “always” right! (Haha)

He is the provider;

A male dove,

Rising his family,

Above the ground.

He enters,

That great category of men.

Our marriage is a thrill;

It’s a grand sight.

…

Dedicated to my hubby! I love him. ❤️

Have a great day! 🎉

Life Filled With Love
emily2jane
8-23-21