Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Things I’ve learned from my daughter: Always be your biggest cheerleader!!!

Today I watched as my daughter tried to throw.  She would pick up her ball and attempt to throw it at me. Sometimes it went forward, most times it went backwards....other times it just fell out of her hand...but no matter what direction it went in....as soon as that ball left her hand she would clap excitedly and say ‘YAY’.  She didn’t wait for me to say “good job honey!” or “go baby girl” she was her own cheerleader.  She didn’t care if the ball made its ultimate goal...in my direction.  She was just happy that she did her best and she was proud.   Just made me think....always be proud of your attempts in life....even if they fail!  Cheer yourself on to the next try and eventually you’ll get it!

Ah, the wisdom of babies....I love it! 

Monday, November 22, 2010

Hyperconnectivity

Do you think we're hyperconnected????  Think about how many ways we are all connected.....most of us have each other on IM, text, home phone, cell phone, facebook, twitter, blogs, bbm, email, gaming devices, and maybe even face time too!  That's INSANE!!!!!  And most of these things are on our cell phones.....do we really need to be all up in each others faces like that??? I don't like having everyone on everything...it's too much!  I need some space sometimes.  Remember back in the day when you had to wait to see the person, in person....or just call them and hope they were home (if you were lucky they had an answering machine where you could leave a message in one try....no reviewing and editing your messages then!)

Then we had pagers (with no cell phones lol) so we had to stop at a pay phone to check the voice message or return a call.  Then we moved to those HUGE Zach Morris cell phones LOL!  Oh how much times have changed!  Now we have these smart phones that do everything but change light bulbs...I'm sure someone somewhere is working on it though.   We have all our tweets, messages, bbms, Facebook wall posts, emails, texts and more from these little devices that fit nicely in our pockets.

To quote the late great MJ "I always feel like somebody's watching me...and I've got no privacy." (and he sang that hook in 1984....maybe he was smarter than we gave him credit for.)

Somehow I like having some personal space.  Call me old school but it is what it is! lol!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Yellow - My Soul Was Open

As I mentioned in the previous post, I'm trying to write a poem inspired by or based on each of the 8 colors (main characters) in Tyler Perry's For Colored Girls.

.....Open your soul. Welcome to Yellow.....


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My soul was open on that cool Thursday morning
There you were smiling, laughing joking
My soul wasn’t ready to let you in
But somehow you convinced me with that wicked grin
Softly, and sweetly you coerced me to sway
I had no time for romance I did not want to play

My soul was open on that warm Friday night
As we salsa’d and sipped on wine
I looked at you with adoring eyes, I loved your killer smile.

Pretty lilies soon adorned my door, my desk and my car
You regaled me stories of laughter and fun
And slowly I let you slither in
And bit by bit you came on in

You listened with intent as I spoke of my passions and I slowly bared my soul
Undressing it slowly as you watched the tease.
That must have sparked your interest
Cause you leaned in close

Your cologne invaded my senses
Taking me to heights of euphoria
Damn you smell good
Your scent, so familiar so warm

I lean in and lose myself in your aura
As you place your arm gingerly around my shoulders
 I feel a shiver creep from the nap of my neck to the small of my back
You’re a man, a real man, of real substance, of real taste
The real strong pulse of a man’s embrace
  
My soul was open on a Saturday night
As I let you in my domicile
I toiled and rhythmically swayed around my stove
Preparing a meal for a king
After all the man who managed to open my soul was about to feast

Feast on his prey as he took my soul in 5 minutes of hell
I fought and kicked and screamed from my core
My soul broke as I fell to the floor
Thrust after thrust he killed my soul
In 5 minutes of hell I mourned what he stole

In 5 minutes of absolute hell I broke more than before
My insides torn and bruised, as my soul begged, ‘no more’

My soul was numb on a Saturday night
As I stared at the open door
I could not feel the tears that tumbled
Nor the winds that blustered past my face

I don’t know how to move, nor the purpose of my tongue
When it cried so intently on deaf ears

As I lay there an empty shell of a woman
Nothing short of utter disgrace
I cannot dress, how can I face
The one who opened up my space

My soul left me on that cold Saturday night....never to be seen again

I do not own any rights to this photo.


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as always .....comment.....discuss.....let's start a dialog.....peace n blessings.....

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Orange - Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

I saw the movie For Colored Girls yesterday and to say the least I was inspired!  I decided I'm going to try to write a poem inspired by or based on each of the 8 colors (main characters) in the movie.  I read the play many moons ago and I loved it then and I love the movie now.  I think Tyler Perry did an amazing job with the content of the play.  There's been a lot of controversy surrounding the remake of this classic piece, BUT, I'm please and was touched by the all star cast and their sincere performances.  It is a must see. And hopefully my poems are a must read.

Here is a lil something I wrote inspired by Tangie (Orange) from Tyler Perry's For Colored Girls.

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Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string
So I can pull it back from you when you squeeze too hard

Sometimes I want to put my mind in my heart
So that I can stop the feelings of extreme love

Sometimes I wonder why I hurt
When all I want to do is love

Sometimes I wish the world were on string
And I stood here alone

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string
And dangle it in front of you, taunting your mind

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string
And dance it, slowly, before your eyes

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string
So you think it’s yours to keep

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string
And leave it in the middle of the floor

Sometimes I wish that many men would stand far and wide
And like a tiger devouring flesh, my heart they wanted inside

But since my heart is on a string
It’s controlled by mine two hands

I’ll let you know if you can touch it
Or if you leave it where it stands

Sometimes I wish I had control over all things
But then my mind would explode

Sometimes I wish I knew now what I knew then
The past yet to unfold

Most times I wear my heart on a string
Dangling behind me as I stroll

The last time I wore my heart on a string
My belly, it did swole

But with a bit of bourbon, and a dark room of smoke
My belly did swole no more

I wish I could wear my heart on a string
Drag it too and fro

I wish I could wear my heart on a string
I would never let it go

But since my heart is just a part of me
With each new pain I groan

One day I’ll wear my heart on a string
Before I get too old

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string
For reasons yet untold

I do not own any rights to this photo.


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as always .....comment.....discuss.....let's start a dialog.....peace n blessings.....