Pressure pounding down
Our deadlines, obligations
Stress is abundant
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Big E Wants Out of My Room
Whining and groaning
"Please let me out of this room"
Paws scratch on the door
"Please let me out of this room"
Paws scratch on the door
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Stalked by a Devil Duck
I blindly run home
Is that my heart pounding, or
Or demon wings flapping?
The infernal beast, Devil Duck, is still after me. Friday morning he came chasing me and my sister. Today he flapped after me as I was bringing in groceries.
I know this is the most idiotic thing most of you have ever heard, but I am terrified of this bird. He is huge, and I already have a bad memory of being attacked by a goose. When I was a young girl, I was wearing shorts and feeding ducks at a park. The geese at the pond came after me. I had a welt bigger than a quarter where one kept snapping my bare leg. They chased me to the parking lot trying to bite me. Yes, it sounds comical, and I would howl laughing if I saw this happening on a movie, I'm sure. But, when it's you in real life, it's scary!
Is that my heart pounding, or
Or demon wings flapping?
The infernal beast, Devil Duck, is still after me. Friday morning he came chasing me and my sister. Today he flapped after me as I was bringing in groceries.
I know this is the most idiotic thing most of you have ever heard, but I am terrified of this bird. He is huge, and I already have a bad memory of being attacked by a goose. When I was a young girl, I was wearing shorts and feeding ducks at a park. The geese at the pond came after me. I had a welt bigger than a quarter where one kept snapping my bare leg. They chased me to the parking lot trying to bite me. Yes, it sounds comical, and I would howl laughing if I saw this happening on a movie, I'm sure. But, when it's you in real life, it's scary!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Devil Duck
Flapping at my back
I glance back and view evil
A duck attacks me
There is a duck at my apartment complex that has attacked me twice now. I was walking around the pond on Sunday, and he ran up to me head on. He was a fast runner, too! At first I thought, "How cute! He wants food or something." If Stacy equals food then yes, he wanted food.
Today the cruel, evil beast attacked me from behind. I was walking from my car to my apartment after a long day at work. I hear demon wings flapping at my back. Ice water ran through my veins, and I knew: it was that damn duck. I turned around, and he started nipping at me. He BIT my computer bag. I gently swung it at him trying to scare him away. Well, friends, that just made him angry. The beast pursued me to the stairway. I started bounding up the steps, and I heard those wings in the air. But, he decided not to follow. Thank goodness.
Now, this was no cute, little mallard. This was a beast that looks like a freaking dinosaur. It's called a Muscovy duck, and they are huge . . . just slightly smaller than geese. I hate geese. But, funny enough, I love the term "silly goose."
Get this: I called the property office, and this duck is attacking other women, too, but Animal Control won't come do anything. So, the apartment complex has to try and catch it themselves. Meanwhile they tell me to always walk around with an umbrella or something!
Here's a picture, from Wikipedia.org, of a Muscovy.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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Monday, September 15, 2008
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Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
September 11 . . . A Memory
Like broken-winged doves
Papers dropped from New York skies
Terrified, we watched
I remember watching the news on this date seven years ago. For some reason, I always remember the image of papers flying down from the buildings after the planes hit. Maybe because it was the least tragic and terrifying thing to look at during those news casts.
Although I knew no one personally who perished that day, it affected me very deeply. The breath is knocked out of me every year on this date when I remember the loss, sacrifice, and terror people experienced in New York, Washington, Shanksville, Pennsylvania, and nationwide.
Papers dropped from New York skies
Terrified, we watched
I remember watching the news on this date seven years ago. For some reason, I always remember the image of papers flying down from the buildings after the planes hit. Maybe because it was the least tragic and terrifying thing to look at during those news casts.
Although I knew no one personally who perished that day, it affected me very deeply. The breath is knocked out of me every year on this date when I remember the loss, sacrifice, and terror people experienced in New York, Washington, Shanksville, Pennsylvania, and nationwide.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Family Reunion
Cousins run, scream, laugh
Two brothers long estranged talk
Grandma smiles at us
Two brothers long estranged talk
Grandma smiles at us
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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Angel's Trumpet
Oh, Angel's Trumpet
Your petals unfurl each night
Welcoming the moon
Your petals unfurl each night
Welcoming the moon
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Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Death . . . You're So Inconvenient
You ruined our plans
Death . . . you're so inconvenient
Why must you call now?
Nobody's dead - that I know of. It's just the whole concept of death and dying. It ruins so many things, doesn't it? I guess, conversely, death make us appreciate so many things, too - not take things for granted, that is. If we never died, then so many things we count as precious now maybe wouldn't mean as much.
Death . . . you're so inconvenient
Why must you call now?
Nobody's dead - that I know of. It's just the whole concept of death and dying. It ruins so many things, doesn't it? I guess, conversely, death make us appreciate so many things, too - not take things for granted, that is. If we never died, then so many things we count as precious now maybe wouldn't mean as much.
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Her Divorce Came Through Today
She sat at the bar
This is not a happy hour
I saw her sad smile
I received what seemed to be a random invitation to happy hour with coworkers whom I like but don't generally hang out with. I went and found out that today was the day that one of them received their final divorce papers. She was laughs one minutes and tears the next. I felt very sad for her and kind of special that they would have even thought I should be invited on a night when a person needs caring people around her.
This is not a happy hour
I saw her sad smile
I received what seemed to be a random invitation to happy hour with coworkers whom I like but don't generally hang out with. I went and found out that today was the day that one of them received their final divorce papers. She was laughs one minutes and tears the next. I felt very sad for her and kind of special that they would have even thought I should be invited on a night when a person needs caring people around her.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Customer Service
Customer service
I drove across town to help
Client was happy
I drove across town to help
Client was happy
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customer service,
daily,
haiku,
poem
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Autobiographical?
Are all my haiku
Autobiographical?
Sometimes . . . sometimes not.
A friend said that some of my haiku made her worry about me . . . not all of these are necessarily personal. Sometimes I write about friends, a movie, a book, or even an overheard conversation. But, most are about me - but, not all. :)
Autobiographical?
Sometimes . . . sometimes not.
A friend said that some of my haiku made her worry about me . . . not all of these are necessarily personal. Sometimes I write about friends, a movie, a book, or even an overheard conversation. But, most are about me - but, not all. :)
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daily,
haiku,
poem,
poetry
Monday, September 1, 2008
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