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I Am An Ice Cream Carton

I am an ice cream carton

and all my mint chocolate chip ice cream has been scooped out.

Serving one is dessert on Saturday family movie night

and things feel a little different.

Serving two is the boy’s snack home from school

and I know that I am missing something.

Serving three is celebrating the father’s job promotion

and I have decided that I feel empty.

Serving four and the final serving is stress eating after the teenage girl’s high school break up

and I am tossed away.

I am a trophy shelf above my boy’s bed

and he is going off to college.

One Wednesday afternoon, he starts putting things in boxes,

Clothes in one,

Books in another,

Old toys in a bag,

and then comes me

The first grade soccer trophy comes off first,

I always liked that one

when he was little, he would always smile at it

but then the spelling bee medal was hung on my hooks and

he stopped smiling at the soccer trophy.

With one large swoop, he grabs all his participation medals and

throws them in the box.

Trace, Honor Roll, and the cheese-y “Best Boyfriend” award are all taken next.

Soon I am empty

and the boxes are taken to their appreciate places.

And my only job now is to hold the forgotten dust left behind.

I am a fancy wine glass

and I was bought for a nice couple’s wedding present.

I held the Sauvignon Blanc on their honeymoon.

When they moved into their house,

I got my own special rack to display my beauty.

The couple was so very kind!

I loved how the husband would surprise his dear wife by making dinner,

he always made the best lasagna along with Brunello to drink.

Then I was put away for a little while

when the wife’s stomach got larger,

but I didn’t mind because a few months later

I held Merlot in celebration that “the baby slept all through the night”.

I loved being hand-washed after the couple would have parties and they would talk and wash dishes together afterwards.

But one night,

the couple was angry about something,

and the wife stormed into the kitchen

and she took my sister glass and threw her on the ground,

and then she picked me up,

so much tighter and fiercer than she ever had before and threw me.

And now my glass is shattered.

I am an ice cream carton

and I am tossed away.

I am a trophy shelf above my boy’s bed

and my only job now is to hold the forgotten dust left behind.

I am a fancy wine glass

and now my glass is shattered.

Don’t let the people who hold you be tossed away, forgotten or shattered when you are able to stand on your own.

 

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And Yet

I sit here

and you stand there

just feet apart

but we both feel the desert widening behind us

with every breath not taken

to express these whirling thoughts.

And so the feet apart become

galaxies

each so unique and beautiful and full of life

but galaxies

are known for being large, formidable, and unexplored

and so you remind unexplored

and the universe has to grow a little large

to hold all the space between us.

We are both dazzling in our own right,

but the risk too high,

challenge too massive,

gamble with the odds never in our favor

to see maybe, if, possibly

we could dazzle brighter

together.

So

I sit here

and you stand there

just feet apart

but we both feel the desert widening behind us

with every breath not taken

to express these whirling thoughts.

But at the same time,

there is another “You”

who I so desperately want,

however there is true physical miles

between us,

not the ones we create for ourselves.

I sit here

and you dream, walk, stand, smile, live there

five-hundred miles between us

and right now I am a pillow

without a bed

I am a piece of bread

without jam

I am a lover

without lips

I am a playground

without children

I am a laugh

without a smile

I am an ocean

without waves

I am paper

without a pen

I am shoes

without a pair of socks

I am music

without a beat

But this time

But this time

But this time

there is nothing I can do to shrink this abyss between us.

So

I sit here

and you dream, walk, stand, smile, live there

five-hundred miles between us.

Oh how opposite these instances are

and yet

and yet

and yet

we go on living like these emotions we feel are not truly there.

 

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I Am

I am the chorus stuck in your head

I am the perfect hair day

I am the golden leaf falling in autumn

I am your second favorite pair of shoes

I am the Frisbee you throw at the beach

I am your homework on Friday night

I am the birthday card underneath your bed

I am the Chicken Alfredo on the first date with your future spouse

I am the chilling breeze in spring time

I am the pen out of ink

I am the New Year’s Eve bubbly

I am the pixel on your iPhone

I am the little girl’s fifth tooth taken by the ‘tooth fairy’

I am the Ma and Pa restaurant that you never stop at

I am the cool soda on a warm summer day

I am the smile of the greeter in your local supermarket

I am always there, but never remembered.

 

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A Little Drop of Joy

A little drop of joy is pink whipped cream

the shade ever so lost in today’s daily rainbow

A little drop of joy is an unexpected smile

the emotions dancing Quickstep across the mouth and eyes

A little drop of joy is taking a second to remember the people who I love

the small remembrance is like fresh spring air to the soul

A little drop of joy is a pleasant conversation

the lively words living on in the mind for days

A little drop of joy is a compliment

the notice of who I am and what I do

A little drop of joy is a new culture

the uniqueness of life rolls around the global and my mind

A little drop of joy is a perfectly timed song

the string of something more than sound, knows what my ears need

A little drop of joy is moments in blissful prayer

the Almighty Lord’s words flowing freely

A little drop of joy is a dog wagging it’s tail

the pure excitement of simply seeing me

A little drop of joy is a boy treating a girl nicely

the “old fashion” rules have not faded as so many believe

A little drop of joy is writing

the expression unique each time

A little drop of joy is blankets

the warm familiar fuzziness is comforting

A little drop of joy is recognizing all there is to be thankful for

 

Drop of Joy

 

 

 

They Don’t Make Men Like That Anymore

The Greatest Generation

They don’t make men like that anymore

those willing to lay down their lives

so that we don’t have to

They don’t make men like that anymore

those who will succeed

because they need to

for the greater good

They don’t make men like that anymore

whose devotion goes beyond

country

and family

but whose faith

can be seen visibly,

In every action

They don’t make men like that anymore

those whose innovation

shaped the world

and the future

because it was necessary

It was necessary to do what no one else

even dreamed of

They don’t make men like that anymore

who dream of wonders

while they have none

and will find a way to

not only get out of the present circumstances

but to accomplish those dreams of wonders

They don’t make men like that anymore

But then again,

Who make a man?

 

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Inversion

It was one of those moments

It was one of those moments where

the clock struck 13

the birds swam

the heart breathed

the mouth beat

the silence screamed

the anxious peace

the freedom was captured

the bigots loved

It was one of those moments where

the inside was out

and everything was opposite

It was one of those moments

that life throws

and minds wander to the question

is this upside down

or finally

right side up?

It was one of those moments

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My Mind Is Like ~ In Two Hundred Words

My mind is like the Indy 500,

so many cars racing around going nowhere, fast.

My mind is like a computer,

so calculated with an answer and what action to take.

My mind is like space,

so unexplored and magnificent.

My mind is like an ocean breeze,

so uncontrolled and free to tickle every grain of sand.

My mind is like an empty jail cell,

so full of haunting what if’s and gotten away’s.

My mind is like sixteen candles on a birthday cake,

so full of possibilities to ignite, but stifled in one blow.

My mind is like the monster under the bed,

so willing to creep it’s fingers into the sheets of children above, while parents say ‘no such thing!’

My mind is like a machine gun,

so many bullets, targets hit and missed, but bullets shot nevertheless.

My mind is like Peter Pan,

so unwilling to grow up, he creates his own world.

My mind is like an eraser marked line sheet of paper,

so much to say, but just can’t get the first word out.

My mind is like an art museum,

so many paintings, so little time.

My mind is like a never ending poem,

so  . . .

 

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