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Tarzan’s Serenade – a poem

First edition cover

The rustle of the trees
Shook the quiet of the day,
When much to my surprise
Way up high in the sky
Came the mighty sound
Of swhooshing!

With a hearty high-ho!
My love came swooping
From the trees
And fell upon his knees.
Taking my hand lovingly,
Saying “Please, Fly away with me now,
I be your Tarzan
You be my Jane
Sweet music we make
While lying awake
In the treetop of love
With the sky above,
Shining stars twinkling,
Moonlight falling on your hair,
Face oh so fair!

Then I nodded yes,
And with great finesse
He gave a wild whoop,
Grabbed hold of the vine
And away we did fly to the
Top of the sky, making love
To the tune of Cheetah’s sweet croon.
                                 L. Grimley

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English: Color cover of the book ‘, written by and published in 1914. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Diary of a Frustrated Writer

Diary of a Frustrated Writer

 

That world out there stays the same,
It’s me inside that goes insane.

The world goes on no matter what,
But me inside, no matter what,
Never stays the same – or so it seems.

As I wrestle with the many dreams
That flicker, flash, then fall apart..

                                        L. Grimley ’81

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Laughter I hear, do ye?

Laughter I feel, do ye? Where?

Around the trees and around the bees,

As they busily busy themselves with the trees.

Do ye know what I mean?

As the laughter wells bigger and bigger,

It seems most impossible to straiten oneself,

In the proper perspective

Of one in good health.

Who could understand the lifeless door of ease

As each little couplet comes across the

Channel  in need?

 

In need of what?  Laughter I say,

For who can be taken

Through life’s dreary door

If nowhere there be

Any laughter to make

The journey agree

                       L. Grimley ’75

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Days That Make You Strong – Maybe

 The day started well.  Woke up early – I’m a night owl but somehow have turned my nights into day and day into nights.  As I started my day, doing what comes naturally, turning on the computer, I thought about my plans for the day.  First on my blank slate was to work on my drawing.  Thanks to a fellow artist my interest in artistic endeavors had come back full bore.  Just then the phone rang.  It was that same number that had been calling me for days – from another state, never left a message; and I was sure it was a robocall so I never answered it.  Well, it’s time to find out who this is, I thought.  So I checked the number on Google and found the number belonged to Kohl’s store.  Hmmm.  I just opened an account with them at Christmas, were they doing a survey or what?  I called the number and the lady informed me I was overdue with my first payment.  This couldn’t be, as I remember registering online.  As I was talking to her I looked up my account and found, yes, I had registered but — oh yeah, I remember now, since it was several weeks before my payment was due I decided to wait to make a payment – and never did!  So the $25. savings I made by opening an account was quickly taken away by a late fee!

As I’m relating all this to a friend on FB I get yet another call.  This time it’s a fellow member of a club in which I am the recording secretary.  She wants to know am I going to be coming to the meeting “today”?  What?? A meeting? Today!??  Oh no, I hadn’t even written it down in my organizer.  In one and a half years I had never missed a meeting.  I was mortified.  How could this happen?  The week before, when the phone person called to see if I would be coming to the meeting I said, “of course”, but wondered why she was calling so soon when the meeting was almost three weeks away.  Turns out February had two meetings scheduled instead of the regular one meeting a month.

So my lovely day was fast becoming troublesome and my spirits were dropping fast.  Trying to stay strong, but spirits dropping fast.  I knew this month might be a hard one since it is the second anniversary of my husband’s death.  But just when I have moved on to start a new life with new purpose and I invite love into my life again – only to find it is unrequited love.   Now my spirits have bottomed out!

The phone rang again and it’s my newfound friend who invited me to go for a walk in a most exceptionally beautiful park the day before.   Her humor and good cheer helped lift my spirits – enough so that I was able to get to work on my drawing.

Upon awakening the next morning I went through my morning ritual, turned to my FB page and found a very dear lifelong friend, whom I had shared my tale of woe to,  had posted a blog on my timeline Not Everything Happens For a Reason: The magic words to say when everything is going wrong

I could relate to the article – I had been in a “why me, why me” for sometime in the past month.   If someone had said to me,  “everything happens for a reason” it would have added to my grief not lessened it.  So it is my friends who care for me and listen without platitudes and well meaning but ill-timed advise who lift me up and out of despair.

Onward and upward!  I am stronger!  And I turned to this strengthening little God-sent scripture this morning:

Psalm 34:18   The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves those who have a crushed spirit.

SHS – Love and Kisses

It’s never too late for love and kisses! And with Valentine’s Day just over, it wasn’t hard to find some shots for Scavenger Hunt Sunday. The prompts this Sunday are: Candy, Pink or Red, Love, Kisses, and Smile.

Candy

IMG_5229-001 I found this box of candy pre-Christmas and just had to buy it – because I’ve never seen such a big box of candy before!  So it was sort of a gag gift from me to dear hubby.

The pix below is the box and card he gave me for Valentine’s Day (turned into a digital sketch).

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Pink or Red

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A touch of red anybody?

Love and Kisses

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Smile

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I’m getting ready to sell a bunch of Pez candy dispensers on eBay – and what better smile than Woodstocks! (1234sunsign)




Zyzzyva – What you say?!

What is a zyzzyva? Well, zyzzyva is the last word in the dictionary. Yeah, so, what does it mean? A zyzzyva has the distinction of being a weevil in the southern hemisphere .

def: zyz·zy·va [noun] 1. Any of various tropical American weevils of the genus Zyzzyva, often destructive to plants.

Zyzzyva species

There once was a zyzzyva named Cree,
A wicked old weevil was he,
He chewed up the leaves
And flattened the trees
And left nothing behind but debris.
                                     L. Grimley

The only other meaning I could find for zyzzyva is the Zyzzyva Journal – a journal of West coast writers and artists established in San Francisco in 1985. I started reading one of their posts they have on their blog which sounds very interesting and have added the journal to my bookmark.

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Aging Gracefully – Ha! Haiku

Getting old is an amazing phenomena! I mean, only a person my age can understand how one feels when they reach the “golden years” of mid-70s through 80s. Of course, I’m speaking from my own viewpoint, but having talked to many a person in there late 70s to mid-80s there seems to be universal agreement that it’s an awesome wonder at how we reached such an advanced age! Especially since it was just yesterday (so it seems) that we were in our teens. To a younger person this may seem a trivial or just a passing thought, but to someone my age this is a feeling that is lived each and ever day, usually while in the bathroom staring at that person in the mirror – or at least once a week.

Today on the church bulletin a friend’s birthday was mentioned. After services we had our usual coffee get-together and another friend and I went up to wish her a happy birthday – and then asked how old she was. I figured she was around 82, but it turned out she is now 85! To my eyes she is a well-preserved, hardy, stand-up-tall 85-year-old. But probably to a younger person she looks pretty old. When I arrived home I told my husband it was my friend’s 85th birthday. It’s hard to believe that so many of my friends are in their 80’s! What am I doing running around with a bunch of 80-year-olds?! I remember when mother first moved here at 92 years of age. She absolutely refused to live with me – or my out-of-state brothers, so we checked out all the assisted living facilities. We’d go in, look around, and she’d turn and head on out the door, saying, “I’m not going to live with a bunch of old people”!

Well, I don’t want to belabor this subject, but, oh, one other thing that has changed in my advanced years – even from just one year ago. My face. It had always been my belief that, sure, wrinkles come with age – so what! No way would I even think about plastic surgery to uplift, smooth away, cut away, eradicate or any other type of cosmetric surgery. Hmmm, where did all these wrinkles come from in the last six months??? This will not do! Somehow, I’ve got to get rid of them. Yes, surgery sounds tempting – just a slight nip and tuck under the chin…… no, not worth the pain nor the chance that more wrinkles will follow! But maybe something else – Prep H? Flour and water? I guess the most painless and the best solution is to stop looking at myself in the mirror! I can remember a few years back when driving my mother to the hearing doctor she stopped looking in the visor mirror, turned to me, and said, “Sandra, I want to go to the doctor”. And I said, “What for Mom”? Mother pulled the skin under her chin taut and replied (at 96-years-old), “I want him to get rid of these wrinkles”!

So it is what it is – aging gracefully with a lot of internal dialogue going on that would flabbergast a youngster!

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Inertia sets in
Wrinkles pile up, body sags
But onward we go



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Function – haiku

Believe it or not here are all the definitions of function:
1. the actions and activities assigned to or required or expected of a person or group
2. what something is used for
3. a formal or official social gathering or ceremony
4. a relation such that one thing is dependent on another
5. a mathematical relation such that each element of one set is associated with at least one element of another set
6. a vaguely specified social event\
7. perform as expected when applied
8. perform duties attached to a particular office or place or function

dainty teacups served
scent of scones wafting in air
merry mirth abounds

 

little nose sniffs air
tiny eyes dart to and fro
egads, a shadow!

                               Punkatawney Phil

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Lalla Palooza

Lalla Palooza
Cool, calm and collected
With demure allure
And much delight she draws men
To her like bees to honey

Here is a sketch I did today with soft charcoal.   This is just a figment of my imagination and no live person, so I can call her whatever I want to, right?  How about Lalla?    Lalla Palooza 🙂  I would appreciate some real critiquing – like, her eyes are too close together, her head is… or proportion is…  or whatever you may think is off or out of perspective.  Just leave a comment – much appreciated!

    

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Where Is It My Find? Kid’s Poem

Repost – Nov. 20, 2012

Where Is It My Find?

Where is it, my find?
My find that should be
So close to the mind.
I know not where to begin
To look, but perchance
If I ask by happenstance
This group of elves that stands close by,
They can tell me as mine
Wherever my find.

They say to me, as elves will do:
We have before us a gleeful of trees
A gleeful treeful of trees.
Where did they come from,
All these trees and trees?
We have but to look
Under cranny and nook
And there will we find
What could have been thine,
If further ye’d gone
Through the gleeful of trees!
                                  L. Grimley