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February 21, 2014
JUST SAY IT
Nobody can say it like you
So when you say it
It means something more
But you don’t say it
Not anymore
So I crave it and I seek it
I act out trying to hear it
Just one time more
Nobody says “I love you”
Like you used to
Please
Just say “I love you”
Once more
And So I Love You
I sit alone today…
Not inspired and completely mentally exhausted and yet this beautiful girl gave me a reason to smile as she always does when I see her name. When I feel like nobody she reminds me I am somebody. When I feel worthless she reminds me there is a purpose.
Thank you for your constant loving reminders. LOVE ALWAYS, HASTY
This was meant to be a re-blog but it wasn’t working so: By A Shade Of Pen
I am a happy stalker.. I love to stalk the ones i love.. stalk as in I see through the pictures, I read their words.. I re-read my conversations with them.. I smile thinking of the times.. I ask them a lot of things, I love emailing.. Here, I am dedicating some of them a piece strummed right from the heart.. If I stalk you, I do it because there is something special in who you are.. some of them I will name, some I won’t.. Mystery is a good thing too..
Here’s one of those lady who is ONE of the main reason I am blogging today.. I am so inspired by her, I can barely do justice with my words.. I LOVE YOU HASTY WORDS.. If I am writing poems with an ease, it’s because of YOU.. I love how you swim and dance with words.. and I love happy stalking your gorgeous pictures..
I MEAN EVERY SINGLE WORD HERE
And so I love you
There’s no question asked
There were no answers offered
It just happened because it had to
And so I love you
I do not know if it was your words
I do not know if it was the love
I do not know which one hit me hard
Your beauty, your heart, your soul
It just happened because it had to
And so I love you
I want to see you sing
Yes, not just hear the voice
But, I want to see the smile
The dancing hues in your eyes
It just happened because it had to
And so I love you
I wish to feel the words
That your heart drums
I want to hug you so hard
That our two hearts feel one
There’s not ONE moment that defines
How and when I loved you
It just happened because it had to
And so I love you
May Lord sends all HIS smiles
May your life always be bright
Today, when you look at the sky
My love in the stars will shine
Feel me in the light of the moon
Touch me in the flakes of snow
Hear me in the sound of rain
And never will we be apart again
It just happened because it had to
And so I love you
Originally posted on A Shade Of Pen:
I am a happy stalker.. I love to stalk the ones i love.. stalk as in I see through the pictures, I read their words.. I re-read my conversations with them.. I smile thinking of the times.. I ask them a lot of things, I love emailing.. Here, I am dedicating some of them a piece strummed right from the heart.. If I stalk you, I do it because there is something special in who you are.. some of them I will name, some I won’t.. Mystery is a good thing too..
Here’s one of those lady who is ONE of the main reason I am blogging today.. I am so inspired by her, I can barely do justice with my words.. I LOVE YOU HASTY WORDS.. If I am writing poems with an ease, it’s because of YOU.. I love how you swim and dance with words.. and I love happy stalking your gorgeous pictures..
I MEAN EVERY SINGLE WORD HERE
February 20, 2014
FOREVER AND AGAIN
My heart aches as so many hearts ache for 10 year old Hailey Owens. I can’t imagine being the witnesses that saw her abducted and the feeling of helplessness that they had, the images that will be forever stuck in their heads. As for the family….I just cry. I just cry. I will not write further on this subject because I feel much too strongly about it.
The world is (insert angry expletive here) crazy
Devil’s found everywhere
There is no escaping
The evil we live amongst
I was reading to my girl
She is nine, and beautiful
When an amber alert rung out
On all the phones in the house
“What’s that?” she asked me
A girl was kidnapped
A girl your age, beautiful
They will find her quick though
That’s what alerts do
They find people like you
Taken or kidnapped
The whole community
Starts looking for you
I finished reading and tucked her in
Said good night, I love you
Forever and again
The next morning came
And she hopped into my bed
I hugged her and said
I love you
Forever and again
Morning starts
Breakfast made
I check the news
To see if she is home again
She isn’t; she is dead
“Mommy… why are you crying?”
Because sometimes my love
You don’t get the chance to say
Face to face
I love you
Forever and again
A WORLD WHERE NORM WILL NO MORE BE by bzephyr
I am posting this as less of a duet and more of a token of appreciation. I appreciated getting to be involved in such a beautiful poetic moment. bzephyr asked me to write a duet with him about the life and death of his Uncle. The following post was born. bzephyr is by far the most intellectual thinker I have ever tried to write with. I really didn’t write any of this but offered what I hope ended up being a few lines of inspiration. Visit his inspiring blog here.
A world where norm will no more be by bzephyr
The lines below were penned after I received the news a bit more than a week ago that my great uncle Norm had left this earth after 88 years and gone to be with Jesus. He and my dear Aunt Doris had recently celebrated 65 years of marriage. At nearly 6’6″ Uncle Norm was the biggest man I had ever seen when I first met him as a small boy. Even more than his sheer size, the stories my father told of him pioneering in the Pacific Northwest made him larger than life to me. With his big “Cat” bulldozer and his crew of men and logging trucks, he would contract work from the forest service, and the adventures that he had as they pioneered new roads and slipped down rugged mountain slopes are the stuff that hero tales are made of.
Yet more than all that, Uncle Norm represents to me the strength of character and firm faith of one who was confident that he served the King and Creator of the majestic world surrounding him. And he also served his family, community, and fellow man with the same kindness of Another who had stooped so low to care for a world in need to lead them to a higher place and a better Home. My family and I have benefited from Uncle Norm and Aunt Doris’s daily prayers on our behalf. I wish that I’d have had the chance to live closer to him and experience life with my Uncle Norm more intimately. I know that Norm provided a certain exceptional quality of life that is joy and peace and strength to those who lived within the shade of his shelter, anything but the norm in this present world with dark valleys and with devils filled. But Uncle Norm and I share in the confident hope of an abundant adventure of the new and glorious creation of our Savior, whose life and light will have no end for those who trust in him.
…a giant tree’s been felled this morn
this norm, i hardly knew
and though half a world away i too am shaken
and long that i could go
home,
where my dad grew roots
with other boughs of family line,
had nearly split apart,
yet for this sapling and my seed
the Wind has carried far
and we know not our mountain land
that beckons in my blood.
it’s kin is dear to them who are so very close to me
but i mourn the loss i can not now find,
this giant of a man.
…a servant of creation’s King
this norm, i hardly knew
is summoned forth to hear “well done”
while i, in service yet, remain in this world
history,
where relations whom i wish i’d known
impressed their hands like works of art for all to see
deep in the planet’s soil
engineered behind the scenes
not only earth’s terrains,
fine landscapes brushed on hearts and souls
in a little place that calls to me,
a dale, with those to whom i’d flee,
a town where faithful home was made,
a world where norm will no more be.
…a big ol’ rig has slipped down new road
this norm, i hardly knew
and too, though in another world, my view is cleared
to use whatever Master’s “cat” might cut new bush
highway,
where humps and roadblocks bar the way
and trail’s end is yet uncharted
by brothers, sisters too, in fellowship,
heirs who share our Pioneer’s faith
on paths to home or distant shores,
blazed with blood and sweat and prayer,
roads revealing old and New, tracks to reunite.
earthly routes both smooth and worn, dirt and stone,
will not endure like narrow Way that we must seek,
converging on that golden Street.
such norm of life that some have known
through highways, history and house
has come and gone, though we’re not surely left alone.
a taller Tree has toppled death and new creation grows,
uniting every clan on earth to serve their King,
alive again, and bound for our true Home…
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The verses above are a poetic duet that I wrote with some help from a fellow pilgrim of the faith after reading this other poetic duet moments after I heard the news that my Uncle Norm had waved goodbye to this earth. Thanks Hasty for your thoughtful input on stanzas four and six.
February 18, 2014
LOVE FLOWS
Inspired by ThisOldToad
Love flows from here to there
Never stopping…. on and on
Coming up for air
Then diving deep
It flows far too far to keep
Therefore it will never die
Because an endless journey it will ride
Forever until forever is found
And then forever it will continue to be bound
FROZEN RESPECT
Looking for respect
I heard it got buried here
Frozen long ago
FINDING BEAUTY by Tina Hickman
I love this beautiful girl. Sometimes people come into your life you just know will always be a part of you even even if they have to move on at some point. This pretty girl weaseled her way into our hearts and is now an extension of our family. She wrote this beautiful thought and sent it to me and when I asked her why she wrote it she said something I think we can ALL relate to!
“thinking about college and wondering if its worth it to be here for 4 years hating it when I can be out just simply doing what makes me happy. Going new places. Doing new things. Not letting money be an issue. Living minimal and being happy with life without trying to “make a living” I read something the other day that said never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life. And even though I can find so many great things in my life here every day. I want to find new great things.”
Tina Hickman Art
Written by Tina Hickman
♥
Every time I go someplace old,
I find something new.
It makes me want to stay
Stay with my routine
to discover
the always changing beauty
of my own world.
Watch the growth of life around me,
changing
with whatever mood is shaping my soul.
Yet what if my soul can only grow if I move?
My heart grows weary of only knowing my own world
It makes me want to go.
Keep going to find new beauty
around every corner
Then leaving it,
onto the next mountain side
or valley view
Exploring new rivers and seas,
fishing to feed my soul off the world
of everyone around me.
I want to split my body into a million pieces
and let them soak up EVERY scene.
Being here but everywhere.
Because it’s impossible to ignore
the beauty around me
and easy to imagine
the beauty around others.
TRUE LOVE by HastyMom
I didn’t really know my Grandparents very well, I mean… I did lots of fun things with them but to sit and talk with them and get to really know them isn’t something I ever got to do. They both died in their early 60′s when I was barely 20. So I am left with home movies, still pictures of them and the stories I heard my mom and her siblings tell.
My mom, HastyMom, sent me this piece she wrote yesterday. Every time a friend or family member sends me something they wrote I feel like I am getting to see something new inside of them. This is a story my mom wrote about my Grandparents, a story she wanted to preserve.
The pictures are of my Grandparents.
When she was young and full of dreams she caught the eye of a Dr’s son. She was only 17 and had many suitors, but she knew her life with a young man destined for medical school would be a life for which she would be suited.
But soon she realized the reality of greed within her sweet heart’s home. The wedding was set for April but she knew she couldn’t go through with it. At least not with him, for she had realized her true love in the heart of another. He had nothing to offer but a life time of dreams, love and laughter.
The marriage took place in April on the same day as scheduled, but not a big church wedding it was a simple exchange of vows at the courthouse.
She left home as they say, “With nothing but the clothes on her back.” They spent their wedding night in a modest garage apartment.
When he awoke the next morning she was no where in sight. Thinking she had left his thoughts turned to fear. When she opened the screen door on that warm spring morning with a cast iron skillet and coffee pot for two, he knew there would be hard days and their nights would be long, but they both knew they had been blessed with a union made in heaven.
Epilog:
She never looked back and he worked hard and gave her everything she wanted. A home she could be proud of with four beautiful children and many days of love and laughter. Yes there were hard days and illness, but they never doubted it would be better in the years to come.
They were married almost 43 years when she fell ill. He lay beside her and held her in his arms with a cool towel held against her forehead to comfort her. He held and loved her until her final breath. He felt it was all he could do for his beautiful bride who had given him all he had ever dreamed. True Never Ending Selfless Love
February 17, 2014
“Ode to Hasty” by Sage Doyle
The beautifully talented Sage Doyle wrote a poem I asked him to write for me once. I had forgotten but he didn’t. Once just a blogger I truly admired, he has become one of my best friends. I am beyond grateful and feel very loved. Thank you Sage!
Originally posted on SageDoyle:
There flows the seas and
calms the skies, within
the masquerading eyes
the whims and whispers
the fortunes surmised, enchanting
warming, remittent cries
beyond the spirit of her pride
carried past the slighted mind
as she engages, rages, parades her rhyme
depicting soul and sad sublime
the poet's praise and banded hope
reprised like night with which to cope
the darkening day, the haunted dusk
she is the horizon of morning's cusp
she takes to trust as she foresees
the inner tide, the time to seize
as her voice exclaims solemnity
her pleasure, her needs, her sincerity
as it is all she hopes to be
with no reason for remorse
as she chooses the bitter course
a ride beyond her own discrepancy
she is ambitioned to this beauty
the lovely soul of her, the fine poet
wise enough to ensure, her words
her prose as she is stoic
this princess and wholesome kind
with my love so entwined as she
is guilded to inspire, this love
she earns to conspire against
the obstinate truth, the shifted fire
still with my love, and all she dreams
she is more than what she seems
I told Hasty I would write a poem for her a while back, and it took me a while to come around to it, but here it is. For Hasty at
http://hastywords.wordpress.com/
A TOMBSTONE MADE OF SALT
This was written after spending some time with a dear friend of mine who I love deeply. I felt her pain on a level that only those of us who battle our own minds can possibly feel. Sure, some days the fight is uneventful, peaceful even but some days every single weapon is drawn and it is a fight to the death.
This poem is my greatest fear for myself but more for my friends who I know fight the same fight I do. I had no true words of wisdom or comfort for her because I know when you are in the middle of a fight the only words heard come from within your own head… All I could do was be there and to continue to be there.
Most times her tears would fall silently
with the deft swipe of her hand, shhhh
each trail made would be disregarded
because her smile was beautiful and kind
and her eyes were shining pools of light
and she knew the power she held
the magic of her smile was blinding
and why would anyone notice
the beast that sat behind her eyes?
she would joke and laugh, because
it was expected by those she knew
the monster made sure… she knew
because darkness fights dirty
with rusty blades and knives
with syringes full of desperation
she became a junky for their lies
this time her tears would fall silently
and before her tears were noticed
and before her last smile faded
the salt from all her tears would dry
and leave behind a tombstone
summarizing her goodbye
