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Crimson Tides and Autumn Leaves

CRIMSON TIDES AND AUTUMN LEAVES

The seasons change and minutes tick by

Living life until the day we die

Crimson tides and autumn leaves

Minutes falling like droplets from a sieve

Grasping as hard as the hand will grip

Wanting to stop them as through the fingers they slip

The day comes when we hear each click

That sound of the closing hours leaving tick by tick

So many dreams of things we want to do

The list is long and the hours are few

Every bite is savored as if it is the last

Every scent devoured and every shadow cast

The crimson tides and the autumn leaves have a clock

And like us humans, all will hear the last tick tock

danLrene 2012

August 21, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Why So Many Labels?

First I want people to understand that this is just my opinion. It actually is a pet peeve of mine and has been for a few years. I believe that labels belong on soup cans and other items like that, not on people.

We have become a country and a world that now labels by gender, by age, by race, by political view, by religious affiliation, by size, by IQ, by sexual preference, by wealth or lack of, by education, by the area a person lives in such as rednecks in the south, hillbillies in the mountains, and the list goes on. In reality what these labels are for is to denigrate those people do not like and uplift those they are in favor of. It is a way of dividing the people and the country.

I have watched since the last Presidential election people who are unable to let go of their anger over losing that it has become extremely unhealthy for the people who are exploding and for those around them. As I have said many times, hate is like drinking poison and thinking you are killing the one you hate only a person really is killing their own soul.

Seldom do we see people just quietly talking. We see a lot of people reading their cell phones but to have a discussion just does not seem to happen. Have we lost the ability to talk anymore? Have we lost the ability to just listen to someone without thinking of what we want to say back to them? Have we lost all kindness and compassion? I keep praying that this comes back to our world. If someone disagrees does not mean you are wrong and they are right. Nor does it mean they are wrong and you are right. It simply means that you each have different opinions.

August 15, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , | 2 Comments

Little Mocs

Little Mocs
Somewhere in the distance, I hear the drums begin to play
Her feet are clad in moccasins, they seem to know the way
Her name is Little Mocs the Chief whispered in my ear
She has a healing gift for those that are far and near
As she dances round the fire singing the songs of old
I listened searching for the wisdom the old ones told
The smell of sage is in the air, carried in the wind
Sending out healing like the messages Little Moc’s send
The eagle hovers near her to bringer her keener sight
The red bird brings her messages in the morning light
Between two worlds Little Mocs walks, carrying the tales
And speaks with great emotion of heart breaking trails
Another great warrior guides her from the other side
This warrior raised her with wisdom, sent her out to ride
This warrior already knew the job Little Mocs would do
One of hard trails, tears, the wisdom her Granny knew
The fire is burning brightly as her mocs follow the beat
Dancing round the fire telling a story with her feet.

danLrene  2013

August 14, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , | 5 Comments

After The Dark, The Light Shines Through

Now, I will admit that it has been a rough few months but the past six weeks have been exciting to say the least. We have had wildfires, bad quality air from the smoke and ash, the monsoon hit and so we got hail, pouring rain and then came the flash floods. And of course with all that came the intermittent internet.  And yet we survived it all.

The good news is that it gave me time to work on my books. I am working on genealogy books for the family to be published on Amazon. I am also working on my faith book called “After Salvation…Then what?” that I will publish on Amazon. It is about my journey after finding Christ and having Him in my heart. It is about wanting that special close relationship but not knowing how to get it. But, if we lean on the Lord, it will come. I am also working on editing son’s book called “Beneath The Bramble Bush”  which is a take off of a true crime where we lived back east. I actually taught the murderer’s son in Kindergarten. As soon as I get it edited, son suggested I ask some of you on-line to read it and make suggestions.  On the right of my page here, you see my poetry book that I published last year. With my health issues, writing has become a major part of my life.

Slowly things are coming together since my fall in December of last year. My test on the blood thinner came up where it was supposed to so I got to stop the other blood thinner that I injected twice a day. Thank you Lord. I had the special cardiac test but no doctor has called me in the past three weeks saying I need to go to the cardiologist so I am taking that as my test was not too bad. I left it in God’s hands. And now I am waiting on the final tests to determine why I am anemic. I discovered I was when my blood thinner doc asked if I had any strange symptoms and I told him that I craved cold stuff like ice and Popsicles, etc. He told me to get my primary to test my iron as that is often a sign of anemia and he was right on target. I am anemic. And I am down to going to the doctor only once a week instead of two and three times a week for specialists to check me out. I have one procedure which is laser surgery on my right eye. Do not know if that is from the fall or just my eye acting up. So things are greatly improved.

And my son planted flowers outside my bedroom window, so when I wake up, I open my curtains and can watch the hummingbirds feed on all those beautiful flowers.

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August 13, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , | Leave a comment

Follow Your Dreams

I believe that we should all follow our dreams and just because one dream comes true does not mean that there are no more dreams. I have always dreamed and always tried to work towards my dream. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I do not but working on the dream to me is exciting and exhilarating.

Our dream when son and I moved out here was to live in the country with a bit of land. A place where we could grow our own food and live peacefully considering all the turmoil in the world now. And that dream came partially true. We bought a small house in a very small town on a big lot And now that dream is over because the doctors say I need to go to a lower elevation so we have a new dream.

As we traveled over the mountain to get here, we felt like pioneers heading to a new land. I even had all my heirloom seeds in a bucket with a lid and they were more valuable to me than most of the stuff we owned. And now we have a new dream which is to move back east, get a house with a bit of land and grow our own food. Out here in the Rocky Mountains it is almost impossible to grow for the growing season is so short.

This is a poem I wrote about coming to this little town and it is written as if we were pioneers on a wooden wagon heading into the wilderness. I hope you enjoy and please do not give up on your dreams. Sometimes we have to alter them like we did here and sometimes they work out just like we dreamed. Keep dreaming and working for dream after dream after dream.

Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me

As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep

I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold

My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear

Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother

Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree

We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride

We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand

So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly

Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.

danLrene 2011

June 29, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Indifference

In today’s time, there is so much hate flowing around that it can be felt. I believe hate is a poison. It is like drinking poison expecting the other person to die.  With hate comes all sorts of problems. People lose the ability to be rational. They lose compassion and sometimes even love. Many become violent. And even worse, they become indifferent.

I wrote this poem in 1989 at the time, I felt like the world was becoming hateful and indifferent. Today it is a 100 times worse and sadly affecting our whole country. I try to avoid those filled with anger and even have my settings on my social media to not allow the hate filled posts. I think when we are around it too much, it rubs off on us and we can find ourselves becoming more like them instead of being the person our heart leads us to be.

One of the things that helps me so much in this world filled with hate is forgiveness. I hear people say “I will never forgive so and so for what they said or did!”  I do not forgive because what the person has said or done was ok. I forgive so that my heart is at peace and I can go on with my life and feel love, compassion and hope filled. Forgiving is very cathartic. When you find certain people in your life have become hate filled, try forgiveness and see if it helps. I forgive and give the person to God because I am a person of faith. I figure God can deal with them better than me.

I never want to be indifferent to the pain of others or to make fun of those who are struggling. I believe the only time we look down on someone is when we are reaching a hand out to help them back up.

Indifference

The old man reached into the depths of his soul

Only to discover that it was black as coal

Hate and anger had taken up residence there

Turning a heart black that was once so fair

The old man cried out in hurt and pain

As he looked around for someone to blame

When no one appeared, he threw his shoulders back

Deciding it no longer mattered that his soul was black

Published 1989 © danLrene

Also published in
Sparrowgrass “Treasured Poems of America”

 

June 18, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Place Within

This poem I write after visiting the nursing home and seeing so many that just seemed to live within themselves, all alone, no one to care. I would take my boys to the local nursing home to visit, asking for the ones that had no visitors. My boys would go all over the room hugging them and talking to them and seeing the people’s faces light up with joy. Many thought their grandchildren had come to visit. I think this is why my boys who are grown men now are so compassionate and loving.

I took my kindergarten class to sing for them one year. It was lovely but what touched my heart was this one woman as I walked by her grabbed my arm and started calling me by another name from long ago. She thought I was her daughter and asked me why I did not wear the dress she sent me. I told her it was because it was at the cleaners. She seemed content with that. She held my hand and stroked my arm and talked to me the whole time and was so thrilled that I was there. I learned later that her daughter brought her, dropped her off and never returned to visit her again. I wanted to cry. She would tell everyone that walked by that I was her daughter and I would just smile. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek when we left and told her I loved her. She died shortly after that and it always touched my heart and this is when I wrote this poem.

A Place Within

With soles worn and body weak

traipsing along well-worn trails

Gnarled knees and a twisted back

And  a mind full of human tales

A path framed with rolling grass

Empty of human voice

Desolate to the ordinary man

But tis his only choice

Eyes that see only inner sights

Ears that hear the past

Lips devoid of any sound

And a body that can not last

The creaking rocker slows to a halt

Closed eyelids flicker in pain

A hand fluttering to his chest

As he returns to the rolling plain

© danLrene 1996

One of the things that taught me to always treat others how I wanted to be treated. That has never left me.

 

June 17, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Blue

When I write, I write about what I know, what I have seen, people I have met along the way, life in general, and so much more. Blue is one of those about people I have met along the way.

Blue

Little girl dressed in blue
wandering down the hall
people sitting in every room
but no one she could call

Bare feet and tangled hair
eyes with a vacant stare
looking straight ahead she walked
seems there was no one to care

Rag doll held by one tiny foot
making trails on the dusty floor
little girl stumbled down the hall
looking for that one lone door

twas no Alice in the looking glass
No Cinderella going to the ball
was only a wooden door she had
and no one else to call

Little black bird with circle of blue
sitting on the snowy cold wall
peering through the glass it looked
listening for someone to call.

Fly, fly away little bird
escape this dark, cold place
you can do it little bird with blue
Fly to a brand new place

Little old lady with silver blue hair
walks with a shuffling gait
Little rag doll sits on a shelf
memories of another date

danLrene 1985

June 11, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , | Leave a comment

We Are All Special But What Are We Special For?

Did you know that you are special?  Yes, you. You are special because there is no one else just like you. You were created special from the day you were born. The only way you can ruin that is to become just like everyone else and we do that by compromising the very core of our character and our lives…by agreeing with everything and standing up for nothing. You were born an original canvas, so do not turn yourself into a copy. It is a matter of choice. Be a masterpiece not a copy.

People ask me how I do it all the time and my reply is “I choose to”.  I can spend my life taking the easy way out because it is less work or I can choose to do the right thing and I can choose to keep fighting. I have had people tell me they were not as strong as me and the truth is that they are just as strong as me. They simply choose to not be for what ever reason. Usually the reason is that it is easier to be weak because then someone else does it for us but when we allow others to do what we are capable of, we have diminished ourselves.

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I am a firm believer in that God blessed us with many talents and survival is one of those talents. And survival takes work and somewhere along the way, the desire to work seems to have gone by the way side for many. They want the easy way out. I guess I just have too much grit in me to do that. Even in the shape I am in, I do something every day that is “work” even if it is sitting up on this bed and folding a pile of laundry to help my son.

We are all unique and special and as different as our fingerprints. And yet, if we are not careful, our lives can turn into something common place and a cheap copy of those around us. I would a hundred times rather have people around me that stood up for what is right, that were willing to be themselves in a world full of Botox imitations, that were willing to step out and live honestly and ethically even when everyone else was lying and stealing, and were willing to do more than just exist. We only get one shot in this world and I do not want to waste it.

We are all special but what we have to look inside and ask ourselves is “What are we special for?”  What do people see as our “special” traits?  Are we special because we stand out as someone honest, ethical and moral and our actions show that? Are we special because people see us as manipulators and liars? Are we special because we are always doing for others? Are we special because we are always taking from others? Are we special because people see us as fake sweet and always agreeing with everyone? Are we special because we just follow the crowd? Or, are we special because we use our own brains and stand up for what is right?  Are we special because we are true friends?  Are we special because we lie to our friends because we do not want to tell them the truth? Are we special because we have a kind heart? Just what have we made ourselves special for?

Yes, we were all created very special and with purity. It is what we do in this lifetime that will paint our portraits of what people see us as. The good news is that as long as we are alive…if those brush strokes are things we do not want to be special for, we still have time to repaint the portrait. The bad news is, we have no guarantees of tomorrow and so if we are going to make our portraits as special as we were created, then we better start today.

June 3, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Last Dance

The Last Dance

With wisps of hair across her beautiful face

Tears on her cheeks your finger could trace

She stood there with head bowed in humble prayer

Feeling as if she were the only one that cared

She closed her eyes and listened once more

To the music that always drew her to the door

The music rose in tempo and sound

She knew her time was coming around

Was her dream to dance just one last dance

And she knew tonight was her only chance

Rising on toes, she danced across the stage

Her body tensing up for the very next page

As she jumped to twirl up in the air

She suddenly felt his hands right there

He lifted her higher than she had ever flown

And twirled and danced  better than she had ever known

He molded himself to her as if one

And remained there lifting her until the dance was done

The applause thundered and echoed around the room

And she felt as if life had just started to bloom

As the sounds died down, she smiled with tears

Not being able to dance was one of her fears

Then she opened her eyes and looked around

Oxygen hoses and hospital beds are what she found

As she glanced down she saw her toes pointed down

And she knew only her attitude kept her bed bound

No matter what happened she could dance so free

She just had to close her eyes and the stage she would see

danLrene  2013

May 31, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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