Today’s
Tale
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Sometimes I hear funny songs in my head that comes with some music.
I am no professional lyricist but I write them down anyway. Here is one I wrote
a few years ago.
I'll Take another moment Written by ©LeeMarie
I want to wake up every morning
like an anxious six year old.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Ready to face the world…
As I yawn and stretch myself awake,
my memory chest will leave no trace
Of the tears that flowed from yesterday.
I’ll only see the smiles and winks
from sun asking me out to play.
I’ll run in haste, forget my place,
laughing my cares away
I’ll jump up high to touch the sky,
tra-la-la’ing along the way.
I’ll be fixed upon my shoes as
I watch them kick some stones away.
I’ll feel a twinge of shyness
when a boy asks me my name. uhh
Bring it on now; bring on the day …
I need a little sunshine in my life;
it helps me when I stay inside the light.
I know it may sound a little silly when I say;
it helps me keep a smile throughout the day.
As I two steps through all those come what may's.
I know I will be dancing at the end of the day.
Bouncing around like a video game.
Oh I know I won’t be getting any,
Oh I know I won’t be getting any,
Oh I know I won’t be getting any sleep again tonight.
I’ll take another moment to reflect in those simpler times.
I want to wake every morning like eager nine year old.
Vivacious and courageous, ready to face the world.
As I wonder through the elements.
My valor won’t show evidence
of the vile that was felt from yesterday.
I’ll only see in front of me my dreams
and possibilities over the yonder way.
I’ll jump up high to touch the sky, singing on my way.
I’ll be fixed upon my mind solving mysteries of the day.
I’ll feel a pang of gladness when a boy asks me to play.
Bring it on now, bring on the day …
I need a little sunshine in my life,
it helps to keep inside the light.
It may sound a little silly when I say,
it helps me to keep a smile throughout the day.
As I two steps through all those come what may's.
I know I will be dancing at the end of the day.
Bouncing around like a video game.
Oh I know I won’t be getting any,
Oh I know I won’t be getting any,
Oh I know I won’t be getting any sleep again tonight.
I’ll take another moment to reflect in those simpler times.
I want to wake up every morning
like an incandescent twelve year old.
Brilliant and colorful ready to face the world.
I as I ponder my first destiny,
my armor won’t portray the seeds
From the prose pronounced from yesterday.
I’ll only see my fantasies dancing all in front of me,
Just like a milky way.
I’ll still skip rope; chant those quotes
giggling through the plays.
I’ll be fixed upon some dangers taking risks along the way.
I’ll feel a surge of coyness when a boy asks me to stay.
Bring it on now, bring on the day …
I need a little sunshine in my life;
it helps me when I stay inside the light.
I know it may sound a little silly when I say;
it helps me to keep a smile throughout the day.
As I two steps through all those come what may's.
I know I will be dancing at the end of the day.
Bouncing around like a video game.
Oh I know I won’t be getting any,
Oh I know I won’t be getting any,
Oh I know I won’t be getting any sleep again tonight.
I’ll take another moment to reflect in those simpler times…
These
mornings when I awake I am stiff and in pain on my left side of my arm. A
couple months back I developed bursitis on the upper side of that arm; from
throwing a peanut like a baseball player would, over to a neighbour’s flat roof
for a blue jay to retrieve. It’s gotten much better my arm; I used to
wake up screaming as the pain ran down to my wrist. I thrash about a lot in my
sleep. Starting from left to right to my back and I repeat the process
throughout the night. My medium length hair in the back of my head is always
tangled and sticking up in the air, the more I move around the harder the
tangles are to comb out in the mornings. Now my arm is a dull ache and still
hurts in certain positions like putting it in the back of me to put my bra on
which I once achieved, it just won’t be forced into that action anymore. So I
had to find a new way to put my bra on. Shaving and deodorant applying is also
tricky as it just can’t seem to reach without causing some discomfort. So I am
having to massage the arm and pull it over and under to try to get the muscle
to remember it used to freely do that act. I have vowed to add a regime of
exercise in my life a more vigorous attempt as soon as I quit smoking. Which
now being on my 4th week of nicotine gum; I don’t know if I can honestly say I have finally quit, as I keep dreaming of smoking just one more pack. Now I am trying
to keep the goals in play and find something that will attract me into being
more physical every day and get my arm back to full function. Not to mention
the full beneficial health benefits to working out your body; for sitting
around is one of the leading causes of an early grave and being only 55 and a
grandmother of two young children. My goal is to meet my great grandchildren
before I rest in peace; so I come to realize it just doesn't magically happen,
I have to actually be a part of the change. 1 Allegro molto a classical piece
is playing in my computer player. My speakers need to be replaced as only one
side is functioning. As I draw open the curtains the sun is streaming in and
lighting up my plants in my bedroom. I wander into the front room heading for
the bathroom; I can see the balcony railing is full of birds lined up for the
bird feeder I placed out there, as only two at time can fit on it. I noticed
the fog drifting along mountain heights in thin cunning formation it is quite
the sight. I am on the third floor a house constructed into four apartments. I
am in the back with the view of roof tops, mountains and trees; that is foiled
with many hydro wires and one must look through them, over or under them to see the sprawling view. The night lights are very exquisite with the cathedral steeple all light up. The mountain like steep roads covered with street lights
can be seen from a distant and peoples homes and their street lamps make it
like my childhood toy bright light that I used to play with.
My
cat has followed me into the bath room as she usually does to greet me and tell
me she is mine as pushes her head against mine. She lifts her paw and places it
on my shoulder so as I look at her and she leans in and gives me a kiss, she
then sticks out her tongue darting it in and out really fast
as a sign she is hungry. She descends from the sink and runs to the chair
I have placed in front of the door for her so that she can see outside and
watch the birds.
She makes this throaty noise when ever a squirrel comes around or a bird gets
to close to her view. You just know she’d be a predator and kill them if she
was given half a chance. That’s why she’s an indoor cat; with a cage to place
her in when she insists on going out with me to hang out on the balcony. She
now jumps off her chair to follow me into the kitchen as her meows change tones
while she rubs the back of my legs with her soft black fur she needs me to feed
her now. I Click open a can of #Friskies and I divide it in two and stick the
other half in the fridge for tomorrow’s meal time. Her silence is met the
moment I place a small bowl in front of her. I put the kettle on I need
something hot; green tea is all I have left in offer, I must go to the shops. I
miss a good coffee and a cigarette in the morning. I had to stick a nicotine
gum in my mouth instead tasting the mint as I chew vigorously trying to put the
notion of used to be out of my mind. I must distract myself so I fill up the
container and water my 22 plants of Geraniums, African violets, Christmas
cactus and spices of basil, rosemary, garlic chives, oregano, parsley, thyme
and lemon thyme, mint leaves which I cut to add to my morning tea and various
other plants I have no knowledge of their names. The kettle is ready as the
switch off sound has indicated as such, I pour the hot water into the large tea
pot and added some sugar to the mint leaves and green tea. My next step is to
get dressed and start my working day; I pass a pile of laundry sitting on the floor waiting for me to start the machine to clean and dry them. It has been
too hot and humid to do them lately and since nothing pressing has been needed
I get another day to ignore the need. Perhaps tomorrow it will have cooled off
outside, as today is the first day of fall 2016.
      
An Introduction to the insanity that is…
I hope I’m not too delirious;
In thinking I can share this side of me with you.
I've no reason to feel safe;
I've got no base beneath me.
So maybe I’ll try harder for a minute or two,
to keep your attention,
if I sing the perfect tune.
So then you’ll believe in my song.
I hope my voice sounds like the notes of a piano,
and a violin that gracefully soars up and down.
The breezy strumming of the guitar
and beat of the dreams that goes and on and on and on.
Well, I've got to tell you, I hear them all playing.
These are the words that came to me.
That inspires the sounds that flow out of me
in the rawest of forms.
Are you ready to hear my songs?
Are you the one –2009 Written by ©LeeMarie
It just takes one to stand up and say something.
It just takes one to speak out loud until every word is spoken.
It just takes one to say “NO” to the way that you’re thinking.
It just takes one,
That special one;
Are you that one?
It just takes one to show you another way of doing things.
It just takes one to show compassion to any suffering.
It just takes one to tell you, everything is going to be alright, soon.
It just takes one,
That special one,
are you the one?
It just takes one to hold on too tightly
and never let you be,
It takes one to break the chains that bind and be free.
It just takes one that goes further
than anyone could of have dreamed.
It just takes one,
That special one;
are you the one?
To be counted amongst the ones.
That mightily strong one
Then you’re that number one!
Nice to meet you number one...
Cheers!
Well, that’s it for now…
Until next time, stay active, stead fast and true to youCheers XO |
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
I was born in Quebec, Canada. I have lived In England, done some traveling; Happily Divorced. A proud mother and a 2 time Grandmother. I like to spend my time designing, drawing, painting, reading, exploring and photographing. I Give thanks to having family and friends
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Thank you for taking the time. Kind Regards LM