You walk, you stroll, you love, you grow How the city effects you, you never know Meeting people and making friends A new adventure around each bend A place for old and new love too Seeing couples holding hands, its true The city of love, a city of passion Where to next, only you can fashion Sitting by a fountain, resting on the stairs With this city I am having an affair Love some parts, also hate others Its a city of artists, its a wonder! So much inspiration in one place A new day and adventure, its the way With inspiration and love in the air Each moment you will cherish and care
Written at the end of my trip to Italy, July 2012 Vacation is over, time to return to daily life I am still a mom and friend, but not a wife Daily life with all its ups and downs I find it hard to keep my feet on the ground My vacation inspired me and made me wonder Is there more to life than this daily plunder?
I wrote this during a trip to Italy in 2012 and found it written on a scrap of paper. It is true that when you have free time, you make room for creativity. The sing song Italian words I hear Motorbike sputtering, the city sounds near Behind, in front and to the side In Rome there is no quiet to find The air is warm and humid too With all the sun, you can't feel blue A moment of peace is in your heart That is where peace starts A place of calm, a place of home Where else can you be alone? A great big city with people everywhere As you stroll through winding streets without a care Sitting on the sidewalk drinking espresso How can I move from here? To get up and go? I don't want to leave but I know I must At some point, espresso runs out, what a fuss! Tourists walk by I can hear them laugh I don't feel much like them at all, too bad And so I finish my Roma cappacino At last its time to leave, here I go.
I have a passion for which I write Little of which will see the light Channelling a message, I feel it come One thought at a time, soon I am done I wander across the page in time Selecting each word and filling a line My emotions are bleeding onto the page I can't control it, like a lion in a cage I wonder how people contain their ideas? Mine flow out in a variety of ways In lines of prose or poetic form It rains down words like a thunderstorm To write is something that I must do My passion to write, I'm sharing with you As you travel from place to place I hope you will capture words in this space Thoughts and ideas will always appear A pen and paper should also be near By writing you clarify a thought or a feeling It will keep you and your mind from reeling A safe haven, a place to write In early morning or late at night Even if the words just stay in a book Years from now you might take a look What today is foggy, tomorrow is clear Each day you will learn, or that's what I hear So write a word, learn something new A writer must write, it is all he can do
Kids are kids they say, its true
It seems they make me crazy too
All the times they misbehave
It’s just attention that they crave
Attention good or bad they’ll take
From morning to night – I need a break!
At 5 in the morning they wake me
Only 6 hours sleep they need
What happened to all the naps in day
Those stages of sleep are far away
Each day they test me on another thing
My heart melts – did I hear them sing?
The ups and downs of parenthood
not every day is going to be good
Today is quiet as they watch cartoons
The silence will be broken again soon
I wake up thinking only in rhyme
Why does this happen all the time?
The poems emerge with little thought
Others efforts to rhyme hard fought
A simple talent I seem to have
A family heirloom descended perhaps
I wonder how many have this gift
I can write just looking at lake mist
The gift of writing an old-time skill
For me not lost, but here still
I work each day on creativity
Unknown worlds of poems I see
A gift of poetry I have always had
Time to use it, it isn’t bad
A gift worth sharing for all to see
Won’t you join in rhyming with me?
Nothing can make it go away
Water, coffee or even Earl Grey
I can’t focus, I can’t think
I can’t eat, I can barely drink
Finally the headache begins to dull
I can’t believe it’s finally done
I wasted days fighting the pain
Then suddenly you just go away
Another day you will return
For now I enjoy a head without hurt
From the desert to the forest with the evergreen trees
A trip from coast to coast and I know where I’ll be
To the lake with the water splashing on the dock
The dirt road winds ’round the lake to walk
A trip so long by road, yet short by plane
Back to a place I grew up – so far, far away
Not just in miles but in years gone by
I long for the cool crisp air of night
The lake was always my second home you know
I traveled the world, always on the go
Not sure how I traveled – car, plane or boat
I am ready to return to the cabin down the road
Camp is a place in my heart and soul
It made my childhood memories like gold
I long for evenings sitting on the porch
The barbecue over and marshmallows scorched
A place still seen through my child’s eye
It looks so different as a grown-up, but why?
What is a wedding but a union of two.
A day for commitment, our love is true.
Together we come on this special day.
Like everything else, we do it our way.
From rough beginnings those early days.
Our passion ran strong like fire ablaze.
Our hearts filled with love, each day it grew.
Now we navigate life like true partners do.
Today we stand here as true soulmates.
Finding your other half is truly great.
Anyone who meets us can clearly see.
Eran, Stacey, Tucker and Paige are a family!
A day of new beginnings, the next chapter of life.
We will leave here married – husband and wife.
The woodpecker pecks on the giant palm.
The sun shines on the pool, it’s calm.
I love the quiet of the morning hours.
The warmth of the sun, it gives me power.
Energy provides strength to us.
It is all we need, that and trust.
The strength we have down deep inside,
the sun brings it out, it cannot hide.
Nature around us wind or breeze,
the flowers bloom large, can’t you see?
Take the energy of the world around.
Deep in your mind, there is no sound.
The energy comes from the outside in,
you know you need it to fight, to win.
To give and receive is the power we hold,
love and energy, more priceless than gold.