Tag: Thoughts

What’s on my mind?…

I have been a busy bee around here. Lots of stuff to keep me busy. I tend to my flowers, my garden, my pets, my grandkids, and my home/ family.

It isn’t too often get to just sit and relax. Sometimes, I really look forward to the actual sitting. My foot has been swelling here lately and I am trying to take it easy on it. Since being a diabetic and learning how important watching our feet and fingers, etc. , is I try extra when I have an issue with them.

I have also been SlOwLy working through editing my poems in order to make another book. This time, I hope to do a super job with spelling and grammar. It is harder than it looks. I have do many poems that I have wrote. I have printed out over hundreds butthatisnotsll of them. I use to post weekly on my personal Facebook. I would try to print them off but never seemed to catch them all. So there are more floating around somewhere.

I first published my poems on Poetry.com. That website closed and I lost some of my amateur poems. I did not have any saved. I wish had of. They were raw and full of improper poetry rythmn but they were true to heart. I have saw that that site sent done of it’s patrons work to another place. I should look into that.

Writing poems, for me, started off as a way of letting my hurt heart heal. I figured that once people started suggesting I write to be published, I thought, ” Why not!” I did not know they could impact people. The one’s who could identify with them because they meant something. That made me smile. I was in a none direct way, helping others.

I have 3 books and 1 kindle book. I wish they had been grammatically and otherwise accurate. They were not. I had a time during trying to publish them. My laptop crashed, my editor program did not catch mistakes, previewing them proved to be a challenge. I could not get it all to work. Still I published them. Some how I managed that. I hopemy next book is awesome. I really do.

I believe to heal one must find ways to let go of our emotions. Mine is definitely music and poetry. I feel more adequate with those expressions, so much more than in verbal expression. I sometimes get tongue-tied when speaking. I had always hated talking in front of a crowd. Singing in front of a crowd never bothered me. I knew my worth, in singing. In speaking I get intimidate a bunch. Poetry writing, well it is natural, like breathing, for me.

So

I just wanted to extend some more about myself, let my readers know me a little better.

I also want my readers to know I appreciate your faithful following and the many times you click ”Like”, and commenting.

Thanks guys! And I shall see you on this side of the rainbow!🌈

MwsR ❤️

~Page News, Thoughts

Hey everybody! Hope everyone is fairing well this Friday!

I am going to express a few random thoughts, not in any particular order.

I love waking to the bright beautiful sunshine. It makes the start of another day, somewhat special.

I am drinking coffee and sitting here scrolling WP reader and reading some posts from you guys.

I love a community that gives back to one another and I believe WP can do that and often times does.

I love the variety and I am hoping my webpage gives that to others. I try and hit things that reach a different genre of folks.

Tomorrow, I will attempt to do some outside gardening. I hope to put some “already growing “veggies in the ground. My seeds I started inside during March and this month, have long since been planted. Some were great and are doing fine, while others are not. I have something eating my peas and I am not a happy camper. I have hung dangly things and fencing and I am not sure what else to do. We shall see how it goes.

I live with my two grandkids and my daughter, their mother. To say life is boring is a far stretch from reality. I enjoy the precious time I have with them. Although they love to be mischievous and a handful at times. I think it keeps me young and keeps me going. This was not how I pictured my life, at the age, I am now, but I am glad that God saw fit for me to have this most precious time with them. Kids grow up way to fast and in 20 years or sooner, they can move onto their own life and sometimes you rarely see them. I am never going to regret the time spent with my own kids or my grandkids.

I am currently, and very slowly, working on another poetry book. I want to give insight and hope to others. My life was never easy and was not handed to me with bows and balloons, or gift wrapped even. I learned painfully and strategically how to do what I wanted and get to where I needed to be, to feel safe and loved and happy. Still, actually, I am working on it with each day. It is a thing that takes time and work.

Learning to trust has never been my forte’ but I am trying to let go of my insecurities and shortcomings. What we learn as a kid and how we are treated will pass into our adult life. We need to grab the reigns and hold on and make it go where we need it to go.

I am getting much older than I ever really thought about. So this time in my life is something I am trying to learn. It brings new challenges and new things. I hope to go through this life more gracefully and sure-footed.

Thank you to all who genuinely care for others. That is what I am sure, life is all about. So many of us are hurting and lonely and misguided. So many are treated cruelly and permanently messed up because of the people that were or are in their life. We all can try to reach out a hand to others and try to love with kindness and concern. Love like that is a genuine love.

I have so much more to share or say, but I will save that for another time. Thank you all for reading, for following, for your comments and your appreciation.

I shall see you on this side of the rainbow!

MwsR

Happy Easter

Hope everyone has a good Easter. Spend time with family and friends.

I know not everyone celebrates it . That is a personal choice and that is your right.

Peace to you all.

See ya on this side of the rainbow!

Michelle

You Bring Me Rain, poem

Start of the day, it hits me

Like a ray of sunshine, only it is rain

The things I keep clutter my brain

Newness of the day is a mere distraction

There is no awakening from this, no retraction.

Soon as my eyes open, I can feel it

Like little beads that sting, upon my heart

If only I had been smart!

Maybe I could of prepared some,

Took shelter from those who cared, someone

Instead, when I awake in bed

I feel the rain

It kind of hurts like pain,

But it eases shortly after, insane.

Rain can be a life giver

It can keep something alive

Known this most of my life.

But, sadly it also brings me pain,

All the thoughts that I have hid in my brain,

Oh! This,

You bring me rain.

MwsR ❤

Poem

GETTING OLD

By MwsR

The hardest part of growing old, I think,

Is knowing that you could lose someone from your life.

Time runs out so fast for some.

Often times I reflect on days past

Things I did without a second glance

Those things are not important so much, anymore.

I think growing old is a gift to some,

For others, going on in this life missing those that passed

Is a cruel thing to have to do.

Often we do not see the need to plan or get established

With regret we reflect on the moments lost in that hesitant period.

The good has a way of helping us,

While the bad, it can totally ruin us.

Old is not so great when you have not lived fully,

Or said the things you should of.

Life that had no real justice, perhaps

That is the regret for a lot

Righting wrongs, working our way to a peaceful retirement

Getting old, is possibly the journey one must take alone.

No one is going to be there for you in your mind.

The things that haunt you or yours to bear by yourself.

In getting old you will learn what means the most to you.

When you are sitting and drinking that cup of Joe, you will see.

Walks will take on a new meaning, you will see more beauty

You will tell that loved one what they mean to you, without forgetting

You will jot down notes to help you with reminders

But the sacred ones are stored in your mind.

Getting old is something to take notice of,

It will humble you.

It may send your thoughts down that path of the ultimate end, to you.

Or with any luck it will help make those around you grateful for you.

And make you more grateful too.

Old age is both a blessing and a curse.

Which ever way you choose to look at it.

Thoughts

Hello

Hope everyone is doing great, on this day February 8, 2019.

It is a nice mild weathered day here, with a slight breeze blowing. I was contemplating something recently. It has to do with a call for my readers or followers. I was wondering how a post or several posts dedicated to someone or otherwise. My thoughts on this post or posts would be to have you, my readers, followers, and such to send me love poems or love letters, perhaps, maybe something along those lines , dealing with love, for me to showcase on my page. I am hoping you will help me out with this. I would like to call the post title, “LOVE”, appropriately entitled.

Photo by rovenimages.com on Pexels.com

I will be using this picture for the corresponding posts.

Again, I would like participation from my friends and fellow writers, and followers, I would ask that you send me the stuff you wish me to post, by emailing me at http://Mwsrwritings@gmail.com// Please get those to me by February 12th.

Please help me out. I shall see you on this side of the rainbow.

Thank you! MwsR ❤

My thoughts…

Being a caregiver is great, but not when you let it take over your free time or when you put yourself on the back burner.

Sometimes we must take care of ourselves first, so we can take care of others without ourselves falling apart.

It is okay to say, “No”, or “That is enough.”

MwsR ❤

Death

One day there will be a time to die

That day will be one we must endure

The day will come when our life will try to make its great escape

When the only sound we really will be listening for

Will be the voices of those that we held dear.

Food we will not need  and it will be the least on our minds.

We will come to a point when nothing more will really matter

When the noise from death drowns out all the chatter.

A calmness will either be there or it will not

It will be out of our hands as we are soon to depart

People will come visit but to ease their own pain

It will appear that, they all are just vain

They will bring with them memories

Memories of a time you once participated in

A time when life seemed very special to them

You might see clearly or things could be cloudy,

But your ears will work and be on guarded detail

You will lie there, you will come in and out of dreams

Some faces you might not recognize, some people possibly you had never seen

A mirror will no longer tell you sweet lies

The bed will be your station, and on it you will lie.

An occasion touch or two directed towards you

An offer of some water, and the smell you caught of someone’s perfume.

It will be the most impersonal time,

The most strung out, lingering time.

Who will be there to see your last breaths

Will it be strangers in uniforms or family

I hope you won’t be lonely when it comes to your end

I hope you find yourself in the middle of family and friends

I hope your death will not be long and drawn out

I hope it is peaceful and in dignity you will die.

I wish this for all.

MwsR ❤