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A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry 1

I recently came across this photograph by way of my Google+ stream courtesy of Anissa Mayhew  who shares a lot of nice pictures on her stream from other members.

I don’t know what it was about this photo but I was impelled to write a poem about it. 

To give you a heads up, this is the first of more to come in a series I’m calling: A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry

I’m not sure where I will find them or how often I will see a poem in a photo, but when I do, it will be included in the series.

I will say that I have spent some time on Daniel Plumer’s Google+ page and I have four poems from some of his photographs. This is the first and I will post the rest in the order that I viewed and wrote the poem for each one. 
Reflection

What is, reflects of itself
Doubling of single, non-stealth
Rocky hard, branches sticking
Softly seen, yellow green lifting

I am who I am, am I?
Seen as such is, to eye
Same as is, unchanged two one
Crazy it is, when seen how it’s done


Photo by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me

I Have Sons Too

There have been so many events that have taken our breath way over time…far too many. And this latest concerning the death of young Trayvon Martin is beyond shocking to put it politely. 


When I saw the first picture of Trayvon, my first thought was how young he looked for his age and second how small his body frame was. A few hours ago, Trayvon’s parents were being interviewed on TV…sorry don’t remember with who…and his father described what the police told him…after showing him a picture of his dead son…concerning the events that lead to the death of his son.


He was told that after Zimmerman, the security guard who was told by the police not to follow the guy, met up with Trayvon and after a scuffle, Trayvon was “straddled over Zimmerman with his hand over Zimmerman’s mouth“. Then Zimmerman was able to draw his weapon and fire one shot…”Trayvon put his hands in the air and said ‘you got me’ “, and fell back…dead or dying. Shot by someone who shouldn’t have been there.


What was it that made Zimmerman want to pursue after Trayvon when he as clearly told not to. Why didn’t that same instinct or whatever drove Zimmerman to the point of contact….upon that contact, without even knowing his true age, say to himself…even without gut instinct…say to himself….this is just a kid. Even if Trayvon had said something undesirable to Zimmerman….Trayvon looks like a kid and should have been handled accordingly. But apparently, Zimmerman never caught that.


It is a travesty when we are profiled/judged because of what we wear or how we look. Now I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m not big on the pants around the ankles and waddling like a duck when you walk, but I do know that what I see is not necessarily the person. I like to wear a hoodie but don’t usually wear the hood unless I’m shielding myself from the cold. 


Why am I all of a sudden on a tandem about anything? I have had changes in the past couple of months and just these past few weeks have been even more changes….then this happens….it struck a nerve. It happened at a time when I can no longer be silent.  


There was a moment in time, when someone didn’t listen, and a young Trayvon Martin was shot and died. 


I have sons too… 

  

WhatrUWorkinOn-Friday Set 5

Welcome back! This is 1 of 2 designs for the meme with more to come.

Well, let’s get right to it….



Me

Investing can be tricky business…even if you are simply investing in yourself. Whether it involves money or time. It can also be very rewarding. With all I have been going through lately, deciding to put time and money into me is something I feel good about and find it necessary. 

Working for someone else is done by millions everyday. The companies that employ us expect something in return for their “investment”….as well they should….but, they don’t own us. 

Nowadays, many companies , with the economy in turmoil use scare tactics to get employees to “shape up”. In some cases it works and in others, some don’t fall for it. Bottom line is it can be stressful to say the least.

So I have decided to invest in myself and throw in a few scare tactics of my own. I keep telling myself that my current situation will be the status quo if I choose to do nothing but what I have done for a very long time. I have a lot to be thankful for and a lot to look forward to and a lot to work for. Don’t get me wrong….I have been investing in me for some time…like my whole life, but the sense of urgency has kicked in. 

I have never really been satisfied with “the way things are”. I believe I have always striven to be better than what I am but not sure if I have invested in myself the way I see it today. Ever since my brother passed away, I have been searching deep within and see the need to be more than what I am. Even if I am not successful in my endeavors, I would have to say that my investment was well spent and time used wisely. 

I believe in me and in what I can do. I believe that my efforts pay off in some form, shape and fashion. 

So as I have said before, I am designing and hope that my products will be pleasing to many. I know it won’t be easy and I know that failure is an option (although I hate to say it) but I’m not afraid to try. 

It won’t be long before I have a few items ready but I’m still trying to get some of my previous stuff off of my defunct hard drive…but in the mean time, new stuff is rolling off the presses.

That’s it for now…

#whatruworkinon 

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Sunday Morning Ride

It’s really been hot the past few days and I had decided not to ride my bike. Today it’s a bit cooler in the mornings, which I prefer to ride, so off I go.

This is my first pit stop along the way.

This is Town Center of Virginia Beach. It’s a nice area with places to eat, areas to sit outside and enjoy the view or your company. It can get pretty busy here.

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Here I arrive at my destination…Mount Trashmore. For those who don’t know, it is a landfill converted into a park…a rather nice one at that.

This is the Mount Trashmore emblem located at the top of the hill. You can find kite flyers here during windy times. Lots of people use the hill for working out. The guy on the left for example is walking backward down the hill. Some jog all the way around the top instead of using the path.

I’m not sure if they are together, but backward they go.

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Of course we can’t forget the children who want to enjoy the play area before the sweltering heat sets in.

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Here I have my stuff set up after the ride around the park after arriving, preparing for this post. It is a really nice breeze blowing to help squash the heat. I’m gonna be heading back after I post this. It’s about fifteen miles round trip. This is my second trek here since I got the bike.

Time to head back….

Still Workin On It

I haven’t forgotten about the meme or the other stuff I’m #workinon. It’s been a rough ride lately and really tough to get the wrench out of the gears.


My previous post was in draft and I had forgotten all about it. I had written it back on May 13th and thought I might tweak it a bit, but set it aside. That must have been the beginning of the funk. 


Finding a happy medium in a place that is filled with anything but happiness has been breathtaking…and not as in awe inspiring. It has been a struggle to break through the rut of what seems like, despair. I say despair because it seemed to be relentless. Usually I would find myself dealing with negatives, on a positive note. Noooo…not this time.


I’m angry with myself for allowing this to happen….this is not me. Sure there are times when we fall into doldrums, but I was getting dangerously close to not wanting to write anymore. It was as if I didn’t care…AND I KNOW THAT IS NOT ME!   



Going through my mind now, I see some of the things that has brought me to stagnant hood. 


Occupation-wise, I have been installing auto glass for 30+ years now….I’m tired. I like what I do….but I’m tired. One of the most rewarding part of my job that keeps me going are the customers we service. It is really gratifying to see the smiles and have a good talk at times while working. 


I think I’m burnt on my current occupation and deep inside, crave for change, something new. But we all know that these are tough times and jobs are hard to come by. Watching the evening news and saw that all those people will be out of work once this last shuttle mission is over.


Tough times…nuf said on that.


I bought a used bike this past Sunday. This will be beneficial in many ways. I don’t have to worry about gas. I get exercise. My mind will start functioning again. Can’t go wrong with any of that.


I’m still here and kickin’.


Whatr U Workin On?


On Our 34th Wedding Anniversary…

Today is the 34th wedding anniversary for my wife and I. 
There was nothing special. 
She actually forgot…that surprised me.
We are not the same couple that fought the battles of the past. Don’t let the picture indicate fights between us…just the struggles of marriage. 








We seem to have risen above that level of communication.


Of course even before we separated, we didn’t argue much. 


The three years apart doesn’t seem to have any affect on how we live as a family. In fact, things are better than before.


Will there be a rekindling of the hearts?


To be honest?…I have no idea. I’m just taking this one day at a time. We have a lot going on here and there are other things of priority that need to be addressed. 

So on this the 34th anniversary of our wedding, there was no bubbly, no kisses, no hugs. I’m not disappointed though. What I have means the world to me. The grandkids getting to know Mamaw and Uncle R, the feeling of bonding taking place…yes 

 …I’ll take this.

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