Archive for September, 2012
Mind, mine, dances with thrill,
As body. . . it sits still.
Butt riveted to chair.
Eyes, at screen, blankly stare.
My thoughts often at run,
Thinking of all thing fun.
Leaving body behind,
To exertions in mind.
From this chair cannot rise.
Brain stops it, if it tries.
If only strength could pass
From mind to sitting ass.
My mind is racing. My body is sitting in this chair, wanting to get up and do something, but. . . . My mind is racing. . . .Racing. . . I can’t get up!
Body’s speaking all the time
Do we listen to it’s rhyme?
When we hear, do we take heed
Of things our body has need?
Starts off simple, feeling weak
When too many sweets we sneak.
Advances to an ache, pain,
Resulting from weight we gain.
Body spoke, do not complain
Could used umbrella ‘fore rain.
Use elevator, not stair,
Take pill, get auto lift chair.
Stop talking! Body I bade!
Vision of health starts to fade.
When ears fail body stays loud
Then silence. . . as rest in shroud
Are you in tuned to your body’s language? When you hear, do you heed?
I have been guilty of ignoring my body’s messages through the years. I am listening now. Is it too late? It is harder now.
On You Rely
Do you have time?
I say, ‘Yes, fine’.
Put off my task
Because you ask
Buried in trash
My ‘Yes’ too rash
You are now free
To do as see
I’m here alone
your errand drone
Need to stop trend
Go out with friend
Need second look
Maybe read book
Take care of house
Buy a new blouse
Ply at hobby
Become the best
Consumed with fear
You not come near
Afraid you hurt
If aid I skirt
I cannot give
My life must live
Help I do need
To you I plead
On you rely
What’s your reply?
Have you ever been asked to loan money or time, just to find that the requestor didn’t really need it?
They had money to buy a frivolous item you would have liked to buy yourself, but didn’t.
They had time, since you gave them yours, to do the very things you put off doing, so you could help them out.
Should you ask for help in return?
Solitaire is my escape
When life tastes of sour grape.
Also play when bored, restless,
Overcome with loneliness.
To smooth edge, could use liquor,
Or drugs, that may work quicker.
Addiction, mine, is not same.
Could get help if drugs were bane.
Though not dire, still a problem.
Soft monkeys, need to stop them.
At the risk of being rash,
Threw program into the trash.
Some people drown their worries in liquor or drugs. I escape with computer solitaire.
It’s called a soft addiction. I have been able to break away from it for periods of time, but I end up returning. I can’t help myself.
There are support groups for people addicted to drugs and alcohol. Soft addictions need to be tackled alone.
While reading my post on being trapped, I discovered that it is true.
I do feel trapped. Not trapped by chains place on me by others. No, I put the chains there myself. I am in a rut.
I feel stuck in a rut
A new path must be cut
Do not know what is cure.
Need give thought, to be sure.
My interests infinite
Cannot engage in all
Trying is cause of fall.
Too many dreams burning
They leave me still yearning
For some satisfaction
From completing action
First of all, must start search
On what branch want to perch
Not all actions will cure
This malaise I endure
Make a list, maybe will,
How to capture the thrill.
Check them off one by one
Start new list when all done
Lazing about at a quarter ‘til noon.
Still in pajamas, I should get dressed soon.
Exhausted from week of tasks and toil.
Need a break from life lived at full boil.
No reason to dress, or hop in shower.
Time is right, to while away the hour.
No one is expected, at door, to call.
Time to work, fiercely, at nothing at all.
Pick up a book, experience pleasure.
Read of pirates and their buried treasure.
Return to soft bed, though it is barely noon.
Rise up again, not to sun, but to moon.
Lazy thoughts are brief, not long on my mind,
Morning of rest, all that’s needed, I find.
I jump in the shower, throw on some clothes,
Set sail on new course, go where the wind blows.
I was lazing about on the morning of writing this poem. Feelings of laziness were fleeting. Caffeine finally kicked in.
Rules on us strapped
Are feeling trapped
Need new landscape
Must book, break loose
Feel cooked, like goose
Walls must come down
Remove this crown
Thorns cutting deep
Morning will wake
Feelings won’t shake.
Must cut the chain
Or trapped remain.
Sometimes the rules we have to live by make us feel trapped. There are too many. They do not make sense to us. They are other peoples rules that do not feel like they apply to us.
We have a choice. We can break loose of this chain of laws that bind us, or we can do nothing, remaining trapped.