Thoughts…over a good cup of coffee


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How many times have you sat either alone or with someone else and discussed the most interesting and intimate topics over a good cup of coffee?  Chances are, in an effort to keep the conversation going you filled your cup again and again until you both were satisfied.  Then, you realized what brought you together.  Either with cream or without, there was sugar or no sugar.  No one discriminates, because of your curiosity.  That is exactly how friendships are.  Each individual feeds off the other by finishing their sentences, remembering the past better than anyone else, and even learn to agree to disagree by standing firm in their beliefs  – but understanding why the other came to that decision.  With discussions like:  death and dying, spirituality, sexuality, and coming-of-age…there is no clear answer even if you do know why.  Coffee drinkers unite in showing their delight in relaxation.  Taking the time to indulge in whichever form of caffeinated-bliss allows them to broaden their horizons with a little prose or rhythmic rhyme.  For a lot of coffee drinkers, nothing goes better with a cup of java than a withering candy stick.  Here is just a snippet of a poem from “Thoughts…over a good cup of coffee

With you

                                              In you

                                              I am yours

                                              I am you

                                           Oh, How I love the way

                                           You cough

                                           And my name comes out”

 

 

If one could choose three words to describe the contents of “Thoughts…over a good cup of coffee,”  Sincere.  Stirring.  Symbolic.  should be high on the list.  Each piece offers the opportunity to think outside the box and then jump back in.  The book isn’t so much an acquired taste, but a quality you would feel compelled to share.  A good cup of coffee is an individual taste.  It is the lover’s choice to dilute or alter the taste to fit one’s own palate.

Where would an artist be without a bit of social commentary?  With war, love, hate, forgiveness, and sorrow the common denominator seems to be Pain.

The pain must have been great

                                                    For it came down like a herd of angry men

                                                    But then it stopped

                                                    And I saw the sky smile again”

 

 

A good title can be a dead giveaway for the body of a poem.  Many titles, content, and desires are conjured and developed over a good cup of coffee.  “Thoughts…over a good cup of coffee” can be a book club of one or of a large group.

Publish Date:  June 7, 2013

This Ole House


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big ole house and big ole moon (alternate crop/processing) (Photo credit: Brenda Anderson)

This Ole House

May be empty

But there’s still a place

To rest your weary head

When no one else seems to

care about your dreams and desires

it holds memories all too well

And will let you know

that everything’s gonna be allright

This Ole House

may have a chair or two

that needs to go

But there’s no rush

to upset the flow

And there’s still a place

And there’s still time

to find what you’re looking for

In This Ole House

There are no clocks

In This Ole House

You can hear yourself think

and disagree

All the same

When no one seems to care

This Ole House

Is there

It is the childhood you never had

It is the good brother

Or sister gone bad

It is the mother who knew no answers

It is the father

Who sought private dancers

This Ole House

Is the reason

You never committed treason

Filled with blood, sweat, and tears

In remembrance of your golden years

You don’t have to stay

Just revisit

When you want to play

This Ole House

Never gets old,

Too hot or even too cold

This Ole House

takes you by the hand

and helps your future understand

You don’t have to stay

Just revisit

When you need to sway

Never worry

That there won’t be room

Though there is no hurry

Expect to leave behind your Gloom

to This Ole House

Letter to John Travolta


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John Travolta (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dear John:

Why won’t you let your soul be at peace and be honest about your life?  There are only so many incidents that your faithful followers and fans will continue support you for, and this latest bout of nonsense is really making people question your unfounded love for Oprah.  If ever there was the World’s Greatest Faghag, even by Jon Waters standards, it would be the all-powerful Oprah.  Nate Berkus and Suze Ormond have had very prosperous careers under Oprah’s shelter, and things haven’t been all that bad for you either.  However, in some ways, we all deal with sins of the father.  Then again, like they say, “Karma is a bitch!”

We have watched you from the time you portrayed “The Boy in the Plastic Bubble.”  As Vinny Barbarino, you rocked so many worlds with your metrosexual, flamboyant, bubble-headed flair.  Yet, every time we saw you on any screen, we saw that bubble surrounding and somewhat protecting you.  Hollywood sure does have a vested interest in you.  Although your role as Danny in “Grease” made you the least threatening actor in Tinseltown, the character you portrayed in “Hairspray” as Tracy Turnblad’s mother made you most approachable.  You made that character.  You were that character.  You did for that role what Queen Latifah did as the lesbian in her film, “Set It Off.”  Outstanding work!

Where will you go when the last accuser comes forward?  Can’t you once and for all prove that the accusations against you are false?  Or do you just not want to?  Maybe you should have your reps call Tom Cruise and find out how he’s dodged tall tale after tall tale for all these years.  Anyway, the fortune you have amassed could and should support you and your family for a few lifetimes.  Even though I haven’t witnessed you in any Shakespearean roles, I am sure you’re as diverse as Neil Patrick Harris is.  See, now there’s one human being who continues to serve his fellow-man:  Broadway, big screen, basketball games.  He even believably kisses women on his television show, “How I Met Your Mother.”

Well, you’re still an A-Lister.  You’re bound to win an Academy Award, sometime soon, and people will say that the part was a role-of-a-lifetime.  It’s so easy to claim that your private life is your business, but you have to remember that you are a public figure, a celebrity who has fans turned fanatics who depend on you to make their days and nights brighter and worthwhile.  To the many who have followed your career from the start, you are their guiding light.  So why won’t you let your true light shine as bright as it wants to?  The public feels your hurt and it feels your pain.  And it’s time both of you stop hurting.

Just open the door.  You don’t even have to say you’re sorry.

Signed,

Truth, Health, Happiness, and Karma

I know why the Fat Lady sings


I know why

The Fat Lady sings

Not because of the tear in her eye

Nor for whom the bell toll rings

She has seen the beginning of an end

And waved goodbye to an all too

 needy friend

She now blows kisses

in the wind

to the worst who misses

  how they sinned

Shedding space and time

 in the mirror

Defying all reason and rhyme

 Accepting love more nearer and clearer

Though the mind may never again be

 what the eyes did see

There is so much clarity

 for a well-prisoned reality

 

I have discovered the Meaning of Life


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DSCN6902-St Joseph (Photo credit: manskilo)

Okay.  Maybe it’s not quite the Meaning of Life, but I have discovered something that will definitely change your life…forever.  Have you ever wondered why good things always seem to happen to other people and, maybe they’re not always bad, but nothing good seems to happen to you or others?  Well, the answer may be simple.  Active Prayer.  But this isn’t just your standard, customary, ordinary, falling down on your knees praying…I’m talking about intercessory prayer. 

 

Intercessory Prayer is unlike being a Christian.  In fact, intercessory prayer is all about spirituality.  And it is your belief that truly makes intercessory prayer work.  Sure, we can pray to God or our personal Lord and Savior – whoever or whomever that may be, but it doesn’t hurt to have someone add a little something on our behalf.  I can remember a time when I felt that my outlook after college wasn’t so rosy.  My grandmother could feel my anguish and somehow assured me that things would be alright.  To my surprise, as I flowed through life, I forgot all about any hard times.  Could my grandmother have been closer to God than I was?  Or, did I need her energy to work along with mine to help the stars line up?  Isn’t this how Hollywood celebrities are made?  I mean, they’re just in a different environment.  Aren’t they?

 

So, I was on a direct path of righteousness.  Or so I thought.  Life was going great.  I had everything I could ever and did ever dream of having.  Then, my divine intervention died.  And then, I felt my energy die too.  My drive left.  I felt like I had no control over anything.  I would pray and feel nothing.  I would hear others say how prayers aren’t answered right away or God doesn’t give you any more than you can handle.  Really?  Well, that’s not how I felt.  How long did I have to keep asking for the same thing?  Maybe if I change the words, I could manipulate God into hearing me.  What if He was ignoring me because someone closer t Him was no longer with me?  What if, what if I cheated?

 

I can’t remember how or exactly when a new intercessor came into my life, but it did.  For the longest time, I think I folded it up or inserted it between the pages of one of my favorite books or something.  However it was, I seemed to have lost interest in many of my earlier activities.  One day, as I searched for my daily affirmations, I saw “Illuminata” by Marianne Williamson just resting on my coffee table.  Yes, “Illuminata” encompasses a woman’s prayers, thoughts, and rites of passage – ultimately asking God for help to get home.  Maybe this was my way of reconnecting or even just connecting with my grandmother again.  But as I opened the book, “PRAYER TO ST. JOSEPH” stood out.  The thing that I had put away because I didn’t want to invest any time into it had found me, again.  This time, I had time.  I needed time.  I needed a change.  I needed to belong.  I began to read:

 

                                                                Oh St. Joseph, whose protection is so great, so

                                                                strong, so prompt before the throne of God, I

                                                                place in you all my interests and desires.  Oh,

                                                                St. Joseph, do assist me by your powerful

                                                                intercession and obtain for me from your divine

                                                                Son all spiritual blessings through Jesus Christ

                                                                Our Lord.  So that, having engaged here below

                                                                Your heavenly power, I may offer my thanks

                                                                giving and homage to the most loving of Fathers.

                                                                Oh, St. Joseph, I never weary contemplating you

                                                                and Jesus asleep in your arms.  I dare not approach

                                                                while He reposes near your heart.  Press Him in

                                                                my name and kiss His fine head for me and ask Him

                                                                to return the kiss when I draw my dying breath.

                                                                St. Joseph, Patron of departing souls – Pray for me.

 

 

 

There you have it.  I read those words and I must be honest with you – I wanted to test it.  I wanted to see if this really worked, so I asked for something I thought was ridiculous…something I would never get.  To be honest, I can’t remember what it was I asked for before I realized the prayer was folded up and hid the instructions:

 

                                                                This prayer was found in the fiftieth year of Our

                                                                Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  In 1505, it was sent

                                                                from the Pope to Emperor Charles when he was

                                                                going into battle.  Whoever shall read this prayer

                                                                or hear it or keep it about themselves, shall never

                                                                die a sudden death, or be drowned, or shall poison

                                                                take effect on them; neither shall they fall into the

                                                                hands of the enemy, or shall be burned in any fire

                                                                or shall be overpowered in battle.

 

                                                                Say for nine mornings for anything you may desire.

                                                                It has never been known to fail, so be sure you really

                                                                want what you ask for.

 

 

I know I said the prayer for nine days because I wanted to prove to myself that it didn’t work.  I wanted to prove that some mystical or mysterious power had put this piece of paper in my life to make me crazier than I already was.  At some point in my day or night, I would feel tingles all over my body.  It wasn’t a bad feeling, but a feeling like I had just taken some medicine or something (even though I hadn’t).  Had I just had a metaphysical experience?  Little did I know that as I went about my daily duties in life, my prayer had been answered.  I wanted more.  I needed to protect this prayer.  It was mine…all mine and I didn’t want anyone to know that I had the power to get anything I ever wanted.  And as I got greedy, I started asking for foolish things (as the prayer did say “…so be sure you really want what you ask for).  I wasn’t careful with quite a few of my wishes and felt a sense of sorrow, not regret, for asking for something that I received.  Then, to redeem myself of the selfishness I had acquired, I gave the prayer to someone else.  I felt I had to be careful as to not ask them how the prayer was working for them – as I did not want to envy their blessings since I had made wrong and costly decisions. 

 

As a learning tool, I felt a sense of responsibility to this intercessor.  Many times we pray, we can do something for ourselves.  Pastors in churches have always been heard to say that prayer or faith without works mean nothing.  In other words, just asking for something isn’t good enough.  I have learned to seek intercessory prayer only when I feel I have no other alternative.  I can’t say that I always have the most comfortable of days, but I try to do my best every day.  I don’t always wish for money, although I have had minor wealth bestowed upon me.  I have even heard people say they wish for Peace, Love, and Happiness or Health, Wealth, and Happiness.  Are these things too broad to wish for or are they just right?

 

I am not trying to say that any one person, or someone other than ourselves, is closer to a more divine power than we are.  But, maybe if more than one person thinks or put out into the universe the same thought for us as we do, it helps the stars align a little quicker for us.  Also, as long as the thoughts remain in our favor, our blessings then stay with us.  Now I did say earlier that I felt I needed to release my selfishness by sharing this prayer with someone else.  The great Michael Jackson once said that “The greatest sin in the world is to have a talent, a true gift from God, and not cultivate it and make it grow.”  To me, praying is a talent.  Sharing is a talent.  And to hone in on your talents to perfect them generates the energy to keep the stars aligned for the greater good.  We can all pray, though we may not know exactly if our prayers are working until we see results.  Maybe with our constant and excessive, positive energy, we can help our cause.  With a little help from someone else, we might be able to get there and hang on a little longer.

 

I miss my grandmother and I thank her for showing her love for me and for showing me how not to be selfish.