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"...Would be that I might live another one hundred years so I could spend everyday remembering all the wonderful memories of you." J. Verne
If my thoughts help you, or make you think, smile, laugh, sigh,
or if you are just amused...
they did what they were intended to do.
"Perfection is but a passing, rare flight.
Most of my flying time is spent in coach on a red-eye back and forth from dreams to reality."
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Sunglasses and You...
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Posted:Nov 2, 2007 10:01 am
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2007 12:32 am
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Just trying to get back into the mood to write again. Life is as it is, and the only thing I can do about it right now is to continue to live.
Thanks for all your patience. I'll try and be here more often. Meanwhile, I hope this doesn't bore you too much, as I try and remember how to put a couple thoughts together and make them make "some" kind of sense.
Have a beautiful day, and a very wonderful weekend. Smile if you see me... or just place a hand on my shoulder. Either will do more good than you know.
Sunglasses and You...
The sunglasses you wear
are cute and charming...
okay...
they're sexy as hell.
I can see just enough
through them to know
when you are watching me...
but not enough to know
just where you're watching.
I know
you watch my eyes
and my smile...
and every now and then,
you look lower,
or over my shoulder.
(Looking to see if someone else is watching?)
Or- just gazing about.
I like my glasses
as dark as possible.
Not for the protection...
but, so I can watch
all of you
as we talk together.
Those views of you
when you are being
just yourself are incredible.
The only thing wrong
with your glasses is
I can't see the color of your eyes.
Probably a good thing...
I get lost
each time I stare into them.
And I really
don't mind that
at all.
Let's let the sun
get a little lower in the sky
before we take our walk
down the beach.
Perhaps by then,
we won't need sunglasses...
and I can lose myself again
in your eyes...
and you'll have to take my hand
and guide me home.
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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checking in for a little while...
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Posted:Oct 20, 2007 11:35 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2007 1:33 am
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Just thought I would say hello to everybody real quick.
Everything still is ongoing here, nothing much has changed. It's a slow downward spiral that I'm having to watch right now. I wish I could reverse it; but, I know there really isn't anything that can be done at this stage except to make everyone involved as comfortable as possible. And it's showing on everyone... including me. I would be lying if I told you I was getting enough rest. I would be also lying if I were to say I'm handling the stress well, also. I'm doing what has to be done. I'll worry about time for myself some other time.
I want to thank each and everyone for your thoughts and prayers. And I'm thankful to each of you that stop in just to say hi. It's appreciated. I can't express how much it helps to know there are friends that are caring and worry about me, and my family.
But we will get through this. May God bless each and every one of you. with a warm hug, me
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Solitary Flight...
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Posted:Sep 29, 2007 1:06 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2009 6:07 pm
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In the last year, I've had seven good friends pass away. I guess once you start reaching a certain age, this happens more often. Some knew their time had drawn near... others didn't have a clue.
I miss each and every one of them.
And I'm in the process of doing it all again... with three more. All my spare time over the last few months has been taken up with them... and so will my future time for awhile longer.
I've learned a lot of medical terms that I would have gladly not known about. I've also learned the "absolute" importance of a "living will," medical power of attorney, and the legal term "dnr." (Do Not Resuscitate.) All are something each of us needs to have in place.
It isn't easy watching as one passes slowly away. But at least we still have them here. And each smile they give us is treasured. Each touch of the hand is remembered. Every hug is a golden moment.
They will take a "Solitary Flight" soon... as will all of us eventually. Perhaps for some, it's for the best. But we still don't want to let them go. But go, they will... and we must honor them for what they left behind. And our love for them won't end... we'll only just have their memories to keep them near us and inside us.
For my friends here... thank you to each of you... for your thoughts... your prayers... your love...all the warm hugs... and your friendship and kindness. I will be back whenever I'm able.
Solitary Flight...
Night shadows
no longer have meaning...
nor do they threaten my peace.
The daily hassle of being
has come to an end.
All that's left now
is a solitary flight...
one we all will take.
For some
it will be with dignity and love.
Loved ones and friends
will gather close
and then all
will slip quietly,
from sight... and sound.
A few will take flight
abruptly...
without warning;
nor a chance to make amends.
Others won't be as kind.
Whatever way...
the flight will take
each of us away.
I've seen so many such flights
taken by friends and loved ones...
and I've hated to see them leave.
But, I've known they had to go...
and nothing I could do
would prevent it.
Most all were ready anyway.
And the time of
solitary flight will one day
come my way...
maybe soon;
but who knows?
Perhaps butterflies
will fly for me...
and ease my pain...
and I will say good-bye
to all...
as I would want.
I'm not afraid anymore.
Just sad that I'll leave some things undone...
others... not tried.
I wonder how high
my flight will take me...
and will it be level and smooth?
Or will I not catch the wind
and never leave the ground?
Either way...
the next generation
will have to go on without me...
except for vague words written,
old photos that gather dust...
and a few
"Ah yes, I remember him."
A solitary flight
to greet old family and friends.
A solitary flight...
home.
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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Daydreams and Daydreamers...
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Posted:Sep 15, 2007 2:17 am
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2007 11:38 pm
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Daydreams and Daydreamers...
Daydreams and daydreamers...
I love them both.
I love daydreaming
because there I can make
everything just right for you.
And you smile at all
I give.
And I love the daydreamers.
Because I know
if their daydreams are like mine...
then they are dreaming of making
everything just right, too.
Care to share
a day or two with me?
Care to share
a dream or two with me?
Daydreams and daydreamers...
not a bad way to pass the time.
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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Music...Me... and You
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Posted:Sep 9, 2007 7:57 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2007 1:25 am
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I may just keep adding to this for awhile!!!
"People say I'm the life
of the party,
'cause I tell a joke or two.
Although I might be laughing
loud and hardy,
deep inside I'm blue."
("Tracks of My Tears")
Mr. Robinson knew what he was talking about when he sang this song from the sixties. And even today, it still holds true.
The emotions are the same, the feelings are the same... even the way people try and hide things... are the same.
I used to sing this song to myself a lot. It might have even been the song I was most linked with for years. I put it on every cassette I recorded for myself... every cd I later burned... to my mp3 player... and now it's found it's way from my computer to my IPod.
Music changes with the years. Ways of playing music changes... and gets better. The words, the meanings, the emotions they conj our up... well... they stay the same.
Somewhere along the lines I found myself stuck in the sixties, with the music. Perhaps because I was in my formative years and I related so much of what was going on around me to the music. At least I understand the "why" of it all. In that, I'm comfortable.
Music... and Me... and You
Music can make you smile
and dream
and hope.
It can make you stand "up on the roof"
and shout to the world
"I won't leave until I'm a star."
And it can cause you to sit
quietly...
and ponder
"fire and rain."
"Clown make-up"
can hide your true feelings.
And "Tapestries"
can be woven around your emotions.
Sometimes though,
"It's just my imagination"
that gets the best of me.
It's had me
"Telling it like it is"
and "goin' in circles."
Music was there
when I gave and received
"the best of my love"
and soothed me
"when you lost that lovin' feelin'."
Music,
and you...
have been "My soul and inspiration"
and have lifted me "higher and higher."
And found me more than once
"sitting on the dock of the bay."
The songs have watched me
"leaving on a jet plane"
and have seen me
"goin' out of my head,"
when I asked
"Where did our love go?"
I've taken "midnight trains to Georgia"
and spent "Rainy nights in Georgia," too.
I've walked through
"Savannah in the rain..."
and spent fun times during
"Myrtle Beach days."
There always seem to be
"raindrops fallin' on my head"
"time after time."
So many,
I felt I was "spinning wheels."
But...
because "I've got the music in me..."
I would "never wish it would rain,"
I would always think of "sunny" days instead.
It masked my tears
when I asked
"have you seen her?"
when I knew "I was made to love her."
And it helped when I begged
"Baby, I need your lovin."
And it continues
even today...
when I've asked you to
"stay in my corner..."
and "don't go... please stay..."
"stay, just a little bit longer."
Music is
"always and forever"
and will "shower the people"
with comfort and joy.
It understands when life gets "spooky"
and it knows that
I "still" believe
in what lays just
"over the rainbow..."
not just "what a fool believes."
"Time is on my side"
and so is the music...
whether I'm stuck in the sixties
with you...
or "sitting in the park"
looking for a "no tell lover"
or just "waiting for a girl like you"
to find me.
Speakers,
headphones...
or earpieces.
Cruising down "Ocean Boulevard,"
or walking "under the boardwalk"
at midnight.
If there's
"a rocknroll heaven"
or if it's just
"Sgt. Pepper's band..."
I'll be there
with you...
and the music...
"dancing the night away."
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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Thank you for your thoughts...
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Posted:Sep 8, 2007 11:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2007 11:13 pm
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For those that commented on "About Not Writing..." thank you. I will take all your thoughts to heart.
I took it down. Why? Because, one it's my dirty laundry and who wants to see that! And two, it was too personal and it didn't help anyone here smile or think.
In other words, it didn't fit my blog at all.
hugs to each and all, me
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Solitary Shadows ...
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Posted:Sep 7, 2007 11:47 am
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2007 2:43 am
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Solitary Shadows...
Solitary shadows...
drinks poured for one,
dinner alone...
and no one singing
to the music with me.
Monks understand
the solitude,
living alone in the monastery.
Monks know the singleness
of solitary shadows.
A tree cast a single shadow
a sign post the same.
But that's not the way
a person should be...
not the way
it's meant to be.
I don't want to cast a
solitary shadow anymore.
I want to see two
walking together
down the beach.
I want to know
the cool shade
of your shadow
as it blends so well with me.
Solitary shadows...
need other solitary shadows...
need to know they don't stand alone.
Solitary shadows need to blend
with others...
and watch them grow larger
as the sun goes down.
I'm a solitary shadow.
Afraid I'll be this way
at the end of the day.
I'm a solitary shadow.
Do I forever
have to stay this way?
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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And Mr. Kagel Walked Home... (revised edition)
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Posted:Aug 24, 2007 12:01 am
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2008 10:03 pm
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And Mr. Kagle Walked Home...
Did you see him?
The slight man in the brown suit
holding a newspaper in his hand,
black rimmed glasses
slipping on his nose...
silently making his way
as he's done everyday
for the past thirty years of his life.
Down the crowded street,
Among the lights
and the noise,
people talking
rushing
moving with conviction
and with certainty past him.
No one sidesteps from his path.
He does it before you have to do so.
Mr. Kagle...
Mr. Kagle walked home... again.
*****
His walk home
used to take him
to a neighborhood bar
but only
once a week.
There he would sit
at the far corner
near the kitchen door
and nurse his two drinks.
It took a year
for the bartender
to call him by name,
"What do you want tonight, Mr. Kargle?"
Though the drink was never
remembered,
nor the name...
Mr. Kagle didn't mind.
Someone had spoken to him.
The bar talk
and the jokes
were the usual fare,
though he didn't try
his hand.
He never could
remember the endings right,
and he had no stories
that would cause a smile.
So, Mr. Kagle
sat alone
at the end
of the bar
near the kitchen door.
And after his
two drinks were gone...
Mr. Kagle would
quietly go to the door
and turning left,
Mr. Kagle walked home...
...alone.
*****
There was a time
when Mr. Kagle
didn't walk straight home.
He would leave the bar
turning right
and quietly walk
the three blocks down
to Maria's Deli and Wine.
Moving to the back
he would sit in the black, wooden chair.
He would pretend to read
his paper until
that angel would appear.
Jo Anne would smile at him
saying "Hello, Mr. Kagle."
"It's nice to see you tonight."
She had auburn hair
and eyes of hazel.
Her smile was easy and fresh.
Mr. Kagle had only
looked into her eyes but once,
and it had frightened him;
but somehow, he didn't mind.
He had become lost there
in her beauty.
He could only stare.
She would take his order,
and ask about his day.
Mr. Kagle would shyly answer,
and would have to turn away.
But one day
as he took his seat
he knew something wasn't right.
Jo Anne wasn't there,
and his heart caught in his throat.
"She went to live with family,
Minnesota, I think."
Afterward,
Mr. Kagle walked home...
and took his meals,
alone.
*****
The words
from the jukebox sang
about lonely people,
all soft and melancholy.
Mr. kagle sat at the bar
he heard but didn't sing.
He could tell them
about the lonely people
but they were too busy to see.
So, Mr. Kagle drank his drink
and wondered about lonely people... and priests.
Years had passed
and he sat alone
watching the different folks there.
He would watch them quietly,
though they never saw him.
But Mr. Kagle
never talked about it to them.
He kept it all inside.
And all the lonely people
passed him
and didn't miss a stride.
One night a lady entered
and sat at the far table.
She kept looking at the time
and the door... but nothing
ever seemed to happen.
Mr. Kagle felt sorry for her
for he knew how she must feel.
But just as he got the courage to speak...
she walked out the door...
turning to the right.
Mr. Kagle left that night
and looking to the right,
he realized
he couldn't walk that way.
no matter how
much he wanted to.
He quietly
nodded his head
and wherever she went,
he bid her,
"good night."
*****
On Saturday
after his ritual cleaning
and polishing of his shoes
Mr. Kagle would walk
down the block.
He'd visit a bookstore
owned by a Greek and his English wife.
He envied them,
her with her zest for life.
He overheard
of rooftop parties with friends all around...
though there seemed something amiss.
Down to the park
not far from the sea
Mr. Kagle took his book
and would sit and read.
He could go anywhere
in those chapters he read...
and still see the people
that would pass.
The couples hand in hand
The by the tree.
A group of joggers would run by,
an old man with his grandson,
and a single mother...
out and about with her little girl.
He could loose himself
watching the waves
form and crash...
too only come again.
Mr. Kagle didn't feel lonely
on Saturday mornings...
there was just too much
for him to see.
But when Saturday evening came
he had to go on
his way.
He'd buy his groceries
that he could carry;
and then,
Mr. Kagle walked home...
alone.
*****
On Sundays
Mr. Kagle would reflect
on the days gone behind.
And daydream of the future,
though he knew he was
running short of time.
Though he still thanked his Lord
for the blessing He had bestowed.
There was a time
when he went to church,
though that had been
a long while ago.
He believed in
the Father,
the ,
and the Holy Spirit.
But after his mother had died,
he didn't go back again.
He might go back to the park;
or even take in a show.
But they were usually too crowded
he just couldn't make himself go.
Sometimes late in the afternoon,
he'd open a small wooden box,
and gaze at the paper within.
An old, worn, menu
from Maria's Deli and Wine...
he'd walked out with on that final day.
And in the end
when the night came
Mr. Kagle sat alone...
he'd hold the menu
close to his heart...
wondering what might have been.
*****
When night time comes
and his evening meal is done,
Mr. Kagle sits
by his window
with the shade
mostly drawn...
and by lamplight
reads his paper.
Night time years ago
had been filled with charity...
either the Red Cross
or the church... and the USO.
But even those times
had long gone.
A slight hearing problem
had made his life...
quiet.
even the military
had turned him away.
So now he reads of adventures
and stories of days gone by...
in solitude about life and grief.
Noise from the street below
are but faint echoes
growing quieter as the years go by.
Before bed,
and after the kitchen
is cleaned for the night,
Mr. Kagle presses
his clothes for the next day...
shirts, underwear alike.
Then Mr. Kagle
glances around seeing his life
gone for another day...
and when after all
his preparations are done
Lies down alone in his bed...
and turns out
the light.
*****
It is late October,
a cool evening
with the leaves blowing around.
Mr. Kagle walked in almost total silence now.
His hearing all but gone,
and his steps closer...
and slower than ever before.
Time was no longer a friend.
Mr. kagle
changed his routine
and went walking
down to the bar,
only to find it full
with strangers from a convention
in town.
Even the corner seat
near the kitchen was taken.
Turning away
he thought of the bookstore
in which to pass some time
and began his way
to his new destination.
He caught sight of a small dog,
hungry by its look
eating some discarded bread
in the middle of the street.
"So skinny, so small."
Mr. Kagle thought
as he quietly walked toward the pup.
The truck driver later said
he had been working hard the whole day,
and was tired
and only wanted to go home.
He hadn't seen the old man step
into his way.
Mr. Kagle didn't know
what had happened.
All he knew was he was on the street,
with unbelievable pain
in his head.
He glanced to see
the pup running safely away...
and then he closed his eyes
a final time.
******
People gathered...
the policeman wrote down
the information
in his pad.
But no one there knew
the name
of the old man
in the plain brown suit.
No one had seen
what had happened... or why.
You see...
no one ever saw
Mr. Kagle...
when he went walking,
alone.
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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Meeting Halfway...
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Posted:Aug 18, 2007 1:54 am
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2007 7:46 pm
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Meeting you halfway
isn't very hard to do.
I'm still surprised
you are curious enough
to want to know more.
You have your life
with all the stress
and worries that go with it.
Perhaps I ease some of those worries for you,
I don't know.
Or, just maybe
I'm just a welcome side road
from all of it.
There is a trust between us.
A certain understood bonding
that even this once a year friendship
has forged for us.
I still don't know
how we manage to pick up
right where we left off
the last time...
but we do.
If ever anything does happen
between us,
it'll be because you thought it was time
to do so.
As for me?
I'm a willing participate
ready to meet you halfway...
anytime...
anywhere...
even in another life.
Perhaps we were together
in another time.
And perhaps we'll be again.
Wouldn't it be nice to know
we could look back on this time though,
and remember it
as being the best?
And meeting halfway
is a good place to start.
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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We Have Time... for Us
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Posted:Aug 14, 2007 12:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2007 11:12 pm
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We Have Time... for Us
Time can be measured
in all kinds of ways, you know.
Seconds, hours...
days and years.
lifetimes and infinity.
Our time together
has measure, also.
Before...
our lovemaking was so very soft
and each touch
felt like it would last forever...
only to be replaced
by another that reached
the same length...
and beyond.
Our nights,
holding close together
under the stars
feeling only the need
to be as close as we could be...
for the other...
with each other.
So much time ago
were those nights
of love.
Now, here we are again.
Perhaps, more ready
than before...
each having traveled through
different times
to get back to our
here, and now.
The both of us
willing and ready
to finally reach out
for, and to the other...
and find the
"us"
each of us needs...
and wants.
We can share with each other
all the love and with all the emotions
that we've kept close.
Perhaps it was a good thing
when we offered our love to others
they just couldn't understand
its depth...
its timelessness.
Now,
we can willingly share it with each other,
knowing it's given and received
with a timeless gratitude
in return for what each has brought
to the other.
Now,
is the time for us.
Now,
is the time
we've each waited to find...
and give.
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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Round Two...
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Posted:Aug 11, 2007 10:00 pm
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2007 11:28 pm
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Round Two...
We did this once before...
everything was about as perfect
as it could be...
and then you disappeared.
Nothing...
Just silence.
I never knew what happened
that made you want to go.
Did I offer more than what you wanted?
Or did I not offer enough?
Was what I thought was great,
only mediocre to you?
Or was there someone else all along?
Or could it be
that you just don't trust yourself
allowing someone that close?
I stopped trying to figure out the "why"
a long time ago.
I stepped off the world
when you left...
just like you did in my life.
It took a very long time
to find my way again.
Now...
Here you are again.
Smiling, friendly...
a little nervous perhaps.
I'm very nervous...
And the first thing that entered my mind,
"why?"
I don't think I can take another
vanishing act that you perform so well.
I don't think I can handle
the fall out that my heart will have
if that were to happen again.
But...
if it means I'll see your smile,
taste your lips,
gaze into your eyes...
and feel the love you bring...
then God help me,
I want it all again.
I may never find out "why?"
I may never trust you completely either.
But...
I do want to be close with you,
even if...
you're gone the next day.
© copyright 2007 by unlistedone
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When Butterflies Gather...
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Posted:Jul 21, 2007 12:28 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2010 5:12 pm
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When Butterflies Gather...
With just a whisper
to their wings...
they take flight.
They fly upon the lightest
of current...
and flutter above.
Their colors vary
as much as the flowers
they visit.
Their peacefulness
is unmistakable.
To most,
the butterfly is a joy to watch.
Their beauty
makes each of us smile.
But for some,
they mean so much more.
They are the prayers
and the silent thoughts
sent out to someone that's
on our mind.
They are sent
with all the love each heart
can find within.
Butterflies carry hope...
and love.
And when they gather together,
and are sent from every corner;
even butterflies are strong.
I wish I would never have to send
them flying.
I wish I could forever
keep them grounded.
But, that isn't within my power.
So when one you care about
needs their special power...
give freedom to the butterflies
in your heart...
and send them where they need to be.
When butterflies gather...
surely Angel's sing.
copyright by Unlistedone - 2007
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