Rainey Daze and Crazy Nights

Poetry, Paintings, and Ponderings: Through My Eyes

Peace December 25, 2013

I know that it is difficult for many to make it through this time of year (myself included). Just know that you are not alone in your feelings, and that there is a brighter and better tomorrow. Take a deep breathe and take it one moment at a time. If being around relatives is difficult, just remember: YOU control how you feel. Do not give others that power. Do not allow yourself to fall into the trap of being reactive.

If you are alone (not by choice) try volunteering at a soup kitchen or shelter. You will be lifted by what your kindness can do for others.

I wish you all peace, love, and joy this holiday season.

 

Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal December 24, 2013

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Once Upon a Giggle December 21, 2013

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Sunday’s Funnies December 15, 2013

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The Waiting Room December 13, 2013

The woman appears disheveled. She sits perched on the edge of the waiting room chair, swinging her petite, pajama-clad legs back and forth nervously. She hunches into her over-sized sweatshirt and pulls the hood tighter as if she wants to disappear. Her hands are clasped over her ears to keep out the noise. Anxious eyes dart around when a man takes the seat next to her. After a moment, she walks to the front desk to ask how much longer she has to wait. She’s waited six hours already. She returns, but chooses a new seat.

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The family comes in together. The man, who appears to be the one in charge, is dressed neatly in a Green Bay Packer’s sweatshirt and pressed jeans. The younger man wears the uniform of his youth: over-sized shirt hanging over carefully sagging jeans. A sharp pair of  Nike’s complete his look.  The older woman is obviously the matriarch. The men walk her in, flanking her sides. She walks slowly, but steadily, with their help and her head held high. Two younger women trail behind, huddled together for support. Both of their dark faces glisten with fresh tears. The family gathers together and has a quiet conversation. In moments they dissolve in tears. The men comfort the matriarch as her tears deepen into sobs. The news of an impending death of a 10 year-old family member is too much to handle.

 

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She sits with legs splayed, filling the seat with her bulk. Her gray sweatshirt is stretched tightly across her stomach. Stains show at the armpits. Oblivious to others, she continues her phone conversation. She complains loudly about various problems in her life. An older man brings her a greasy white bag which causes her to finally end the 45 minute conversation. She thanks the man and he leaves. She unwraps the first of two tin foil packages and the smell of cooked onions fills the air. The woman eats with great enthusiasm, licking her glistening fingers after every few bites. A few minutes later she unwraps the second package and consumes the other burger. Flecks of cole slaw dot her lips when she sits back with a satisfied sigh.

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The waiting room in a hospital emergency room gives a unique glimpse into life.

 

Unaware December 11, 2013

Filed under: about me,all,love,personal,Poems,poetry — rainey46 @ 8:20 pm
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Telephone

Telephone (Photo credit: plenty.r.)

 

What would have happened

 

if I had answered the phone

 

Would you and I be the couple

 

on the cake happily ever after?

 

Or would we hold hatred

 

against our cold, broken hearts

 

throwing looks that kill

 

and tossing deadly, verbal darts?

 

The choice was made for us

 

I, unaware, was never informed

 

of your efforts to reach me

 

and life carried us apart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tis the Season to Ho Ho Ho and Ha Ha Ha

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Us December 9, 2013

Filed under: about me,all,Poems,poetry — rainey46 @ 8:21 pm
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Your words

taste like sweet honey

as they slowly drip down upon me

Your lips

speak of love and promises

and our beautiful future together

Your hands

cup my breasts

thumbs teasing me with soft circles

but,

Your eyes

give you away

inwardly gazing on the hollow truth

my eyes

refusing to see

closed to what they reject.

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Breathe December 7, 2013

I don’t know where this came from; it was one of those anonymous internet finds. I am re-posting because this is TRUTH, and hard to remember.

 

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English: Fingerprints on a glass of water made visible by total internal reflection (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?” Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I …hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.” It’s important to remember to “let go” of your stresses at the end of the day ….and just breathe…

 

 

Seasonal Songs..Uncut December 6, 2013

Somehow I think that some lyrics of many famous Christmas songs are not as well-known as others.

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Let’s sing some now, shall we?

Deck the Halls: Uncut

Deck the halls with tacky bling bling

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

I wrote this song for you to sing sing,

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Now we drink with merry pleasure

While we laugh ’bout nasty weather

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

 

Or how about this one?

 

Oh, Christmas Tree: Uncut

Oh Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree,

Your tackiness delights us.

Oh Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree,

Your tackiness delights us.

Your costly lights oh how they shine

I cannot pay that bill of mine!

Oh Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree,

Your tackiness delights us.

Or this classic:

 

Up On the Housetop: Uncut

Up on the housetop,

reindeer slide

tired of pulling a fat man’s ride

Huffing and puffing and needing a break

Wishing he had  eaten one less steak.