When we take the time to look

we notice quite a lot.

Tho different on the surface

 we’re more alike than not.

If you cut us we will bleed

or wound us we will cry.

 Leave us to ourselves to long

 we’ll curl up and die.

I think that’s why our Maker

came down so long ago.

 When we can’t or won’t reach up

He reaches way down low.

Knowing we can’t fill our voids

with people, wealth or things.

Apart from Him it amounts to

paper-dolls and gossamer wings.

cdm

   My hearts desire I display,

Obama go!

      Declaring these words that I may,

to others show.

He’s ruined our economy.

Now threatens all our liberty.

      With friends like him who needs a foe?

Obama go!

 ~~~~~~

         Minds reeling amidst all the fray,

 go to and fro.

        Who do we vote for we all pray,

 we need to know.

Santorum, Gingrich or Romney?

But not Ron Paul; the man’s crazy.

           Please free us from this present woe.

Obama go!

cdm   1/4/12

This is  a octogram style poem, created by Ms. Sally Yokum of Fanstory.com

the rhyme pattern is aBabccbB,ababddbB

each stanza has a syllable count of 84848884

It seems my thoughts return to you

this time of year.

Old memories I find renew

 your image clear.

I watch as weeks fly by so fast,

blink and another year is past.

This season always calls you near,

this time of year.

“““““““`

Events we shared invade my view

 I shed a tear.

For then as now it’s just we two

my precious Dear.

 I’ll not allow sorrow to cast,

shadows across our love steadfast.

Your presence brings no qualms or fear,

this time of year.

““““““

c.d.m.  12-27-11

This is an octogram style poem, created by Ms. Sally Yokum of Fanstory.com

the rhyme pattern is aBabccbB,ababddbB

each stanza has a syllable count of 84848884

It struck me odd the other day

 as photos I did gaze upon.

 Of all the faces I did see

 four out of five of them are gone.

Eyes staring back; frozen it time

reminding me of yesteryear.

Recorded echoes from the past

sweet memories; I shed a tear.

As I recall the sights and sounds

of voices from so long ago;

the silence of this passing day

adds to the present sense of woe.

Turning the page then I did see

eyes smiling; looking back at me.

Without a word they seem to say,

 ”You know we’ll meet again one day,

so think of me with smiles sweet,

while you are there; and I am here.

For when once more we two do meet

twill be no place for grief nor tear.”

              For my dear friend Jo,who passed away 11-9-11

My Friend

I’ll see you on the otherside;

that doesn’t ease the pain today.

For now I’m missing my dear friend;

much more than words can ever say.

Surprise gives way to sad farewell;

the common ground for all my friend.

Though I did see the tell-tale signs;

I would not see your journeys end.

I should not wish you here again;

a selfish heart would I have then.

These words of grief onward I send;

I’m missing you today my friend.

                                  Ora Jo Weston  1940-2011

 I got a call just the other day

that really, ‘blew my mind’.

I will share the story with you so,

a moral you may find.

Someone left  me a message saying,

“They needed expertise”.

I thought, “Friend you have called the right place,

I’ll make your questions cease”.

I tried and tried to return their call

and show the best of me,

demonstrating my own unique sense

of deep humility.

I pondered ,”Oh dear what could it be

they need my guidance for?”

But each time I dialed their number

 a recording spoke once more.

When duty calls, I am the one

 who’ll give my eyes no slumber.

But my bubble burst to hear them say,

“They’d called the wrong number.”

                                                                                  c.d.m.2010

I wear a plain white suit
start fresh ev’ry mornin’
Wear white gloves on my hands
for much more than warmin’
With a smile on my face
and a song in my heart
Till I get to the site
for the workday to start.
“““`
Chorus;
Then my nose wrinkles up
I break out in a sweat
It’s a good payin’ gig
but I have some regret
I answered an ad said,
‘travel on the highways’
it never said a word
’bout a Honey Dipper’s days.
“““`
I locate the hole then
cover nose with a rag
I open the hole up
can not help then but gag
don’t mean to complain it
pays the bills when they’re due
just tellin’ you I’ve got
the Honey Dippers blues.
“““`
Chorus;
Then my nose wrinkles up
I break out in a sweat
It’s a good payin’ gig
but I have some regret
I answered an ad said,
‘travel on the highways’
it never said a word
’bout a Honey Dipper’s days.

cdm 10-11

First time I ever heard a septic cleaner, referred to as a Honey Dipper, I thought the lady was speaking of a ‘Bee Whisperer’,of some sort. I was amazed to see  Septic man step out in his clean white suit.

These lyrics were written and used in a contest on another site.

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A light was on in the room. Viola ignored it as she gathered her bags to go home. Today she would leave the lights for the next shift to tend. For now she wanted only to get on the road.

Viola was on her way home from work, after fulfilling a double shift. It never seems to fail, when you don’t feel well yourself someone inevitably calls off. Viola grimaced with pain at every turn of the wheel or glance into the rear view mirror.

If I can make it home and shower, and get to Doctor Jimmy I’ll be fine. She kept thinking over and over like a mantra. Maybe then I’ll feel up to hosting tonight’s neighborhood Halloween bash. She chuckled at the expected fun, then winced with the pain of this current bout with her neck problem.

After a quick shower and another ten-miles of grueling drive, she arrived at Doctor Jimmy’s office complex. It still was difficult for Viola to remember to call him Doctor Jimmy. He was the same age as her children, and had been ‘Jimmy’ prior to medical school. Yet in the eight years of his being her chiropractor he had proven he deserved to be referred to as Doctor. So he was Doctor Jimmy to Viola.

Following fifteen minutes of questions and anxiously waiting Viola was at last ushered into the eight by ten cubical that held the ‘magic’ table. She glanced at a magazine waiting to hear the familiar tap-tap at the door, signaling Doctor Jimmy’s entrance.

As she looked up at the table she couldn’t help but quietly chuckle. There was a running joke between the two concerning the treatment of Viola’s lower back. More specifically her gluteus maximus. Due to an old pelvic bone injury and the pain it caused, Doctor Jimmy often had to maneuver that more than voluptuous area.

Viola likened his moves to someone kneading two large batches of bread dough. The joke they shared was as the Doctor completed his kneading Viola would quip, ” Throw both my butt cheeks back up on the table Doc and I’ll get out of here. They’d share a laugh as he would help Viola sit up. Usually she would still be moaning. A day or so later she would be right as rain.

She trusted Doctor Jimmy in all his youth. He had worked on her lower back, as well as her upper back and shoulder area. When it really was bad it would even effect the muscles in her neck. At that point it would trigger bouts of vertigo, with severe dizziness and nausea. This only happened when the problem was ignored and ventured further than normal. Which is the stage Viola had allowed it to progress to on this day.
One reason Viola loved and trusted Doc was because he listened. Also he never practiced ‘cracking necks.’ Doc would use message and manipulation in the worst case scenario cold and hot therapy.

For a strange reason Viola harbored a horrible fear of allowing her neck to be cracked. From somewhere deep in her inner self it lingered. A childish fear her head would pop right off her skeleton, should she ever allow her neck to be cracked.

It all began back when she was a chubby little girl. [ well she's still chubby ] At four she had fallen twelve feet down onto the concrete, landing on her neck and passing out. The next thing Viola knew was she was floating above her Mommy. Who sat with a little girl in her lap, wafting smelling salts under her nose. Then Viola realized, ‘Hey that’s me’, and she was flying down and back into her body, and mommy’s arms.

After that episode Viola was very touchy about her neck. Deep down she knew it was a silly notion, yet try as she might she had not overcome the fear. She simply knew if she allowed her neck to be cracked, her head would pop right off.

Doctor Jimmy entered and they spoke for a few minutes, before he helped Viola onto the table. He began to work on her back and with each maneuver Viola’s four limbs would flail up wildly in reflex, as she’d cry out in pain. ” You have really let this go to long this time Viola,” Doc scolded.

” Well your schedule and mine have been out of sync of late Doc,” Viola defended herself. ” This is the first opening that you have had available.” she continued.

Doctor Jimmy finished the table maneuvers and helped Viola sit up on the side of the table. He reached into to his lab coat pocket and pulled out what Viola called the gun.  A little tool Doc used on tough muscles that refused to submit to manipulation. It created a strange sensation much like hitting your funny bone. Normally it succeeded in convincing those muscles that resisted, to submit and so relax but not today.

Doc looked Viola in the eye and said, ” Miss Viola, I know how you feel about having your neck cracked, but I feel it is what is necessary to get to the bottom of your problem.”
Viola’s heart fluttered wildly as she began to speak and then hesitated. She pondered ‘this is such a silly fear I trust Doc, and I do have to get home to that Halloween party.’
So she gave him a painful nod and spoke,” OK Doc I trust you go ahead.”

Doc Jimmy could not believe Miss Viola had given in so easily. He rushed into position behind her. Reaching out he placed one hand on each side of his patient’s head, and gave her neck a quick jerk.

The next sound that was heard coming from the room, was Doc’s voice screaming. There in his hands was the separated head of Miss Viola. Everyone in the outer office heard his frightful voice and looked at one another.

In the unseen realm there was Viola floating up near the ceiling again, as she had as a child. While looking down upon the scene she thought, ‘ Don’t reckon I can just fly back down there into my body this time, why I’ve lost my head,
HA  HA  HA, she laughed madly,’ an thought but “hey Doc the pain is gone!”  Then she remembered the Halloween party at her house. ‘Guess I’ll fly over there, and give them the scare of their lives, this will top every other Halloween party we have ever had, what a surprise!!’

This is in response to some writings, from different places. They were half informed, and showed the police in a bad light,so

Just an attempt to set the record straight. Concerning the incident that occurred in Ohio. Where because of the danger to human life, animals were killed. Many people in other nations, do not know the whole story.
No excuse for ones who live in the U.S. They either only catch glimpses of the news and go on a rant, or are bent towards the eastern religious ways.
Thinking of sparing animals and to hell with human life.
Kinda like PITA, they fight to save puppies, and at the same time fight for abortion rights. It’s just human babies after all. They would have a fit if you took a dog to the Vet for an abortion.
That is the twisted mind of modern humanistic man.

For the record this man, had nearly 60 wild animals, lions, tigers, bears, wolves and other large cats. On a 70 acre farm. Near an animal preserve called The Wilds. At the Wilds the animals are free roaming, in 10 foot high fences. All that is except for the carnivores, they are caged. Carnivores are mainly what the mad man owned. So wake up those of you who care more for animals, other animals were also in danger!!! Oh my; now that changes things, dearie..

This poor man was in debt and crazy in the first place, he became overwhelmed and took his own life. Right after he opened all the cages, allowing these beasts to roam free. All within miles of large metropolitan cities. After they get past all of us out in the outlying farms.

The animals were hungry. He was not able to properly feed them. Several years of these problems with finances and such. This all happened an hour or two at the most, before dark.  So there you have it.

The Zanesville Police are not blood thirsty beasts on a safari. They did attempt to get Vets. in with tranquilizer guns.
I can’t believe people would be so insensitive to human life, while they scream about these animals’ lives being taken. Just goes to show how upside down in rational people are today.
For instance a whole valley of farms in California, which supply a huge portion of food for the U.S. have been shut down. Several years of no irrigation, so no farming. Just to save some fish.

Here is a brain storm of an idea. Put some in a bowl, and get back to farming and feeding humans you dingbats.  There are some jobs Mr.Obama, and a novel idea jobs in our own country, for Americans first.
Really ticks me off when people from other states and countries make us out to be horrible. I would love to see one or two of these carnivorous beasts let loose in your neighborhood. Threatening your children or pets.

Those officers were performing their job. Protecting humans.
How many of the people complaining of this ‘atrocity’, [as one described it] eat meat?
Yeah, but you leave it for someone like me to kill, and deliver to the store. Keeping your hands bloodless, you think.

Someone explain it to me please,
this fascination with ‘boobies.’
As girls display their purchased wares,
the male devotees offer stares.
“““`
Grant them if they crave plastic bust,
a plastic doll to vent their lust.
For ‘naturals’ do not stand tall.
Sometimes mis-shapen, sometimes small.
“““`
In my day we all burned our bras.
Then begged our moms to join the cause.
Determined breasts were meant to feed
our babes, not someones groping need.
“““`
Ladies, if you have ample breast,
please cover-up your upper chest.
Crack in the front; same as the rest.
Viewing of crack, I do detest.

cdm 9-11

I live in the midst of Amish country.
Their wares for sale on signs I see.
Quilts, Maple syrup, eggs and many things,
some sell rockers and pretty porch swings.
“““`
My hubby drives by at a break-neck speed.
Saying, “They have nothing that we need.”
I smile as he drives thinking,”That’s okay,
I will just drive back this way someday.”
“““`
All  though I never do, I ‘ll tell you why,
I find things go well, when I comply.
He always comes around if given space.
This way I stay in his, and God’s grace.
“““`
We live out on a farm so there’s no need,
to find more critters for us to feed.
There’s  dogs, cats, cows and a few chickens too.
I tell you there is plenty to do.
“““`
But chasin’ those cows is sure gettin’ old.
That’s for young people so I’ve been told.
One day while drivin’ a sign caught my eye,
‘Aussie Cattle Dogs-Ready to Buy.’
“““`
I whipped into that drive as is my way.
Stirred up dust on the quilt dis-play.
Got out and said,”Sorry, I’m here to see,
a cattle dog to chase cows for me.
“““`
They stared me down with a grimace and frown,
then walked away neither made a sound.
The man came back with pups under each arm,
said,” Take your pick, they’ll help on your farm.”
“““`
I picked the male but I still wasn’t sure,
didn’t look like much, more like a cur.*
I paid him sixty dollars took his word,
that this little pup could move a herd.
“““`
Got out of my car with the pup in arms.
Hubby wasn’t moved by tail-less charms.
Knew what he tho’t by the look in his eye,
‘ I’d been took with my cattle dog buy.’
“““`
Well we settled on a name, called him Blue,
this is a true tale, I’m telling you.
At four months Blue had the bull convinced,
to stay in the field where he’d been fenced.
“““`
Hubby gave Blue his dues, had to admit
the pup knew his stuff and had some grit.
Said,” Blues not just another mouth to feed,
that Amish did have something we need.”

c.d.m. 8-29-11

* In my neck of the woods ‘sure’ and ‘cur’ [ a mutt], rhyme.

The picture is one of Blue at about 6 months old.