Monthly Archives: May 2011

Rose Colored Glasses

I view the world through
Colored glasses.

Colored by  my beliefs,
My background.

Background made up
Through each day’s experiences.

Experiences endured,
Overcoming  life’s impediments.

Learning profound truths
Changing perspectives

Anger and hatred,
Colored dark and black.

Even different colors
Violet for laments and sadness.

Rose tint for love
Taken from my tears and sighs.

My vision changing with happenings
Causing new lenses ground each day

Each new lens
A filter changing perspective.

I am biased by the filters
In my life.

I am amazed
When I bump into a “truth.”

As viewed  from someone
Else’s perspective or bias.

It changes my lenses
Of yesterday to this moment.


Originally written:   January 27, 2002
Updated:                 May 30, 2011

No two people experience an event in their lives describe an event in the same
way.   My experience  is changed by sharing with others.

I Will Keep on Trucking

The following is a poem I submitted and was published on
an internet newspaper supported by interested writers.   I post it on my
poetry blog as a means of keeping all of my poetry in one spot.

I Will Keep on Trucking

I wake up with pain.
I begin to move ever so slowly.
I will keep on trucking.

Doctor visits too regular.
Emergency Room visits too often.
Yet, I keep on trucking.

Diagnosis unclear, or untrusted.
Next doctor or specialist please.
Trucking down my road.

Medical records grow fast
Even thicker than the family bible.
Looking like a truck maybe needed.

Frustration germinates and springs to life.
Even confusion reigns at times.
Truck load of prayers sped on their way.

Faith carries the day.
My days are numbered and known.
To my Driver.

I am assured there is a reason
I travel this way and at this time.
HE is driving my truck.

I share my journey.
Others need to know the path
I will keep on trucking.

I lift my anxiety and worry.
I lift my pain and sorrow.
The Truck Driver hauls them away.



Originally written:   May 26, 2011

I dedicate this poem to a woman I have known since her childhood.
Koryn has contracted breast cancer  a number of years ago.  She
is one of brave women in our times to fight this horrible disease
day after day.  She has lost several of her compatriots along the
the road to recovery.   I recommend a visit her blog about her
personal journey.

Here is a link to the poem at BrooWaha :


Lives Destroyed and Rebuilding

Push, push, shove, shove.
Here we go again,
A new day has begun.
What a way to earn a living.
Suck it up, Suck it in.
Contact Jim, contact Jane.
Tell them what is needed.
Did they understand?
Say a prayer now, say one later.
What happened to this day?
Time has run out, the sun has set.
Lay my head down.
Close my eyes, try to sleep.
Try to avoid the nightmares.
Try to relax, a new day is coming.

What have you done for me lately?
Get the job done.
Get the job done now.
Do the job cheaper.
Do it with less and faster
Deliver the product now.
Quality can come later.
Where were you?
When I needed you?
Forget the annual targets.
Deliver your quarterly goals.

Plot, plan, and overthrow
Keep head down out of sight.
Head down working hard, maybe.
Whisper gossip now.
Listen to gossip later.
Feed misinformation
Feed distrust.
Cheat a little, not a lot.
Lie a little, just a fib.
Pretend to do the most.
Come in first. not last.

Oh no, not me.
We have chosen a new direction
I am sorry, but.
Thank you for your work
We no longer need you.
You have been laid off.
Or you are fired
Do not pass go.
There is the door
What will I do?
Where can I work?

Poor me
Woe is me.
Woe is my life.
Look at self
Cry a little, even a lot
Stop the pity party
Get a little angry
Find a new attitude
I will show them.

What to do?
Begin the search
Resume here, resume there.
Wait and wait some more
Wait impatiently.
No calls yesterday
No calls today.
Submit some more
Resume updated here and there.
Wait some more
Sadness, even self-doubt.

Hopeless and helpless
Bills coming due.
Funds are running low.
Pay a little here
Pay a little there.
Not enough for all,
Some fall behind.
Foreclosure notice today.
Eviction notice tomorrow.

Lets begin again
What will happen
Where will we go
Cry a lot today.
Cry some more tonight.
Pray more now
Pray more often.
Found a new place
But it’s still a home

Oh, thank goodness.
A new job, any job.
And new hope for the future.
Say a prayer of thanks
For family and friends.
Prayers were answered.
It was not hopeless.
My head is held high.
I am lucky this time.

This poem is dedicated to the multitude of  women and men that worked for a greedy  company, cheated, lied, over extended,  paid too much attention to the bottom line.  Also to those working for honest hard  working companies  and people affected  by the world-wide recession similar to the  depression suffered by our ancestors.

This poem was published on BrooWaha –  Your Shared News and Views on-line newspaper on May 22, 2011.


Come Within

Come within,
Join me in discovery.
We are on a journey
Discovering  tidbits.

Come within,
Find tidbits of truth.
The journey may be short,
It may be long.

Come within,
The truths I find
May or may not be yours,
They are my truths today.

I am not profound,
Nor do I expound
Profound truths.

I try to capture the small truths,
That are sometimes
Taken for granted.

It is in living life
And sharing that I seem,
To trip over one
Here or there.

No amount
Of searching purposefully,
Results in a new
Foundling of truth.

It is there full-grown
In the relationships with
Unknowns, knowns,
Hated and beloved.

Originally written:  January  21, 2002