Thursday, November 1, 2018

A COMMENTARY ON MY COMMENTARY - Previously Unpublished

I spoke with one of my 'followers' today, someone who generally comments on my most recent offering and I guess I was surprised by the reaction to my poem called, Embers. The reader felt it was a 'downer,' a bit depressing.  I know my poetry typically deals with more lighthearted subjects but, as I said in the blog's preface, I had a heavy heart about all the tragic things that have been happening in this world of ours and I wanted to express that. 

Once I did I guess you could say I made a plea to the reader to realize there are things we can do to improve the world we live in, one person, one family at a time.  I made reference to the Golden Rule, a concept that everyone is familiar with, no matter if you're a Christian or not because it makes simple sense and I think we sometimes lose sight of this principle.  To me, if you treat other people the way you would like to be treated yourself, it would be a much kinder, simpler and more pleasant world.

In closing, let me say if any of you out there felt the same about the poem, Embers, it was not my intent to bring anyone down, rather I needed to express the heaviness in my heart and point out some of the simple things we could do to make some positive changes.

THE INNOCENT SWEETNESS OF CHILDREN - Prerviously Unpublished

Today is November 1st, 2018.  I had just published my most recent poem when I noticed that this was considered a DRAFT which meant it was never published.  So as I read this entry dated November of 2011,  I was instantly taken back to a day in the life of my now 12-year-old grandsons.  I remember this day as if it were yesterday, the two of them so sweet and innocent, and of course, how precious! If you don't have grandchildren yourself I pray that you will at some point because what we who do can say unequivocally, the love for your grandchildren is indescribable and deep.  Regardless, I couldn't let this to go unpublished, though it will always be remembered!


Today was an exceptionally beautiful day. My daughter and my two grandsons were here.  Because Ian was working with his Mom upstairs, Gavin, Grandma and Sprout had some special one on one time.  Who's Sprout? Sprout is a hand puppet that I include in some of my Sunday School lessons and is a particular favorite of both my grandchildren. They love to have Grandma simulate a little boy's voice and engage Sprout in conversation. In the past, both boys want Grandma's attention at the same time while wishing to have her all to themselves. But today Gavin wanted to go downstairs to share his gears and gearbox with Sprout, explaining each one and what it does to Sprout's willing ears and probing questions.

Now don't be mislead. Neither one of them believes Sprout is a real boy but they do like pretending that he is. The conversation is directed at the puppet but there is the frequent eye dart to Grandma's mouth, as well.  Today the conversation dealt with the gears, favorite foods, favorite colors, monsters, school and learning letters and sounds, and...the list goes on.

It was so adorable to hear this little four-year-old, so genuine, so animated, just bubbling over with so many things and, of course, I was privileged to be a part of it. It was like having a bird's eye view of two little boys getting to know one another, discussing what they liked and what they liked to do. I've got to say it was wonderful just having Gavin to myself while Ian was doing an activity with his mom upstairs.  Regardless, these moments are ones I will always treasure!

THE NAMELESS FACELESS THING

About 10 days ago I came down with a mystery illness.  I call it that because it was never given a name and so started the downward spiral.  Now I could explain what I mean by all that but today's poem does a good job of doing just that.

THE MYSTERY
By Patty Lynn

In keeping with the season, all Halloween and scary,
I'll tell you of my mystery, read on, but please be wary!
You see, I've got a tale to tale, a tale that I confess...
Is one I've lived, am living now, to say the least, I'm stressed!

It's started back a week ago, when Frank had quite a scare.
He felt a little off, he said, but evidence was there...
That indicated he should see His doc to check it out
Who told him that the ER was his best & clearest route.

And so we went to have the tests, the pokes and all that meant
But all we got was, “We don't know”(so hardly time well spent.)
“We'll say that you came in today with lower quadrant pain...
But we think that diverticulitis is to blame.”

My theory is that we came home with something unforeseen,
A virulent, atypical kind of viral bug, I mean,
That grabbed me, shook me, threw me down and took me for a ride,
That caused me to feel very sick, from inside to outside.

So though they couldn’t name it, they knew what it was not,
“We know it's not bacterial, but don't know what you've got.” 
A mystery, it surely is, this nameless, faceless “thing."
But while they threw their hands up, to this I clearly cling...

That now they had to face the fact that knowing it was viral,
They didn't have a single thing, no drug or treatment vital
To offer me, to cure this thing, it had to run it’s course,
Which meant that I could now go home, believe me, no remorse!

The mystery is still just that, a bug without a name,
But now I'm home where I prefer, and no one is to blame.
I'm glad to be in my own home in jammies, not a gown.
I know I'll lick this bug from here, can't keep this good gal down!

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

What's IN A NAME?..

My house is work zone right now, so all the things I'd be doing are on hold.  Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled as we're FINALLY getting the new floors I've wanted since we moved in, 10 plus years ago.  What we're replacing is some very worn out sheet vinyl in our kitchen & both bathrooms.  Did I mention that I've hated them, for 10 plus years?
Well, I did, so we saved up the money and are now having them REPLACED with what is known as Luxury Vinyl Tile.  It looks like ceramic tile but is not hard and cold,
So, in the midst of the midst, I thought I'd write a little poetry.  The idea for the little girl's name actually came to me in bed about a week ago and I've been writing, on & off, ever since.  I certainly hope you like it.

MADE TO ORDER
By Patty Lynn

A little girl named Zelda has the strangest middle name.
I didn't want to tell her that, since mine is much the same.
I don't mean that my middle names the same as what hers is,
But it’s a little different so I get laughed at by most kids.

My parents liked the sound of it, the lilting on their tongues.
It's called alliteration and this how it comes,
Each word, each name begins the same, they have the same first letter.
Now if I tell you my whole name, you'll understand it better.

My name is Patty Palentine, my middle names, Penelope.
It kinda is mouthful, but it’s sorta like a melody.
But Zelda’s name is different, her middle names unusual.
It doesn't start with Z at all, it’s X, I'm being truthful!

I'm serious, I mean it, her names Zelda X. Zackly.
Her middle name is Xenia, it's really not that wacky...
Because her Mom just loves that name & that is why she picked it,
So think real hard, don’t judge her choice and please don't just dismiss it.

The best part is, at least to me, the thing I love about it,
(And when you hear the reason why, I know that you won't doubt it)]
Is Zelda is the happiest when she’s counting all her blessings.
We all could learn a lot from her, could really learn a lesson...

‘Cause when she counts she always starts with Jesus at the top,
Then family, friends, her school, her pets, continues and can't stop.
You see, when you are thankful, like Zelda, you're content.
So if you count your blessings, too, your time's not better spent.

Yes, Zelda lives her faith, it’s true, is grateful every day.
She shows her love and gratitude in lots of different ways.
Just think about it, ponder it, her name is perfect for her,
A thankful girl who loves her Lord, her name is made to order.










Monday, September 10, 2018

It's All About the Shoes

Yesterday I was actually looking forward to wearing the shoes I bought in May, a simple black cloth flat I had finally found that fit, or so I thought.
I had tried on over twenty pair of shoes to find them.  I'd worn them around the house so I was sure they were winners, but yesterday it was a different story.  I wore them while I got ready and suddenly it became clear that they weren't going to work.
I never thought there'd come a day when I would have to wear tennis shoes to Church! I was mortified, simply mortified!! So when I got home I set about the task of finding a receipt from May.  Impossible?  I was sure of it. From May, come on.  But I don't believe it, I went to the closet, picked up a Kohls bag & inside it was the receipt. I couldn't believe it!  So I took them back & tried to look for a replacement but lost interest.  This is ridiculous, shoes!!

FOR THE LOVE OF SHOES
by Patty Lynn

We women, we’re predictable, we all have this affliction.
Our love of shoes can't be denied, some say it's an addiction.
It starts when we are very young, perhaps with Mary Janes.
No matter it's the shoe that's IN, and boys, they just complain…

Because they think it's silly, the fuss we make about them.
They just don’t understand it all, how we can't live without them
But secretly they have their own obsession with athletics
The ones their favorite stars endorse, we girls think it's pathetic.

Regardless, girls or boys love shoes, though girls get more publicity.
The love of shoes can sometimes get to be an eccentricity.
And I confess that I grew up possessing such a bent
I had a strong desire for shoes and added this lament:

The shoes must be the current style, no matter how they hurt
And more than that must match the purse, was something I'd assert.
I grew up when those pointed toes were what the IN girls wore.
Those casual or dressed up shoes were something of a horror.

But that was just the way it was and so you followed suit.
What was the end result, you ask, what came of this pursuit?
Well, now I'm in my seventies with feet that don't conform,
I still love shoes but these old feet are hardly uniform…

Or even the same size, that's right, so really, I need two.
The left foot is a six point five but for the right won't do.
A whole size larger I should get, but that can be expensive;
Explaining how this came about's a story quite intensive.

How many clerks who ask if they can be of some assistance,
Are comfortable with what has been the bain of your existence?
And yet they try to help you out when really what they want
Is to be anywhere you aren't and not your confidant.

So there it is my tale of woe, with feet so hard to fit,
Just trying to find shoes that work, that is the gist of it.
A simple pair of black cloth shoes that I can wear to church
And I can say, “I've found the ones and I can stop the search!”






Saturday, September 8, 2018

INSPIRED BY A PROJECT

This summer rather than the regular once a week Jesus Time with my grandchildren, I came up with the idea of a summer project.  The one boy was pretty good at taking pictures so I had him take pictures of God's creation, you know trees, flowers, animals, etc. Once he had done that, I took his pictures a put them in a hard copy book and self published it.  He did the photos and the captions and we called it, GOD'S WONDERFUL CREATIONS. It turned out beautifully.
Then my other grandchild's project was creating a video (we're calling it a short film) entitled, THIS IS ME. In the movie we see him as a child of God, his life and interests, his house inside & out, interviews of his Grandma, his Pops and his brother, and commentary through out. He's almost finished editing & come his birthday (he's turning 12 at the end of September)we're going to have a private showing for friends & family.  It's going to be great!
So that was my inspiration for tonight's poem.

GOD IS IN EVERYTHING
By Patty Lynn

We hustle and we bustle and hurriedly we run
Doing what is so important before each day is done.
But in our rush to do it all, we miss what God has made,
The wonders that surround us all, His handiwork displayed.

Just stop and look, you'll see it all, the beauty that surrounds us.
God's hand has made it all, my friend, His power, it astounds us!
For which of us could match such power, how could we replicate…
The smallest of His creature’s far beyond what we’d create.

And yet though we're surrounded by the workings of His hand
We're often so preoccupied these eyes of ours just scan…
What I would call, periphery, we hardly even see...
The depth and breath of what is there, though not deliberately.

We miss so much, the grandeur, the enormity of this,
The clear, unbounded, magnitude we somehow just dismiss,
And yet our God’s creation is there for all to see.
One wonders if He often says, “What fools these mortals be!”

Yes, we are fools if we don't see this world that God's created,
Because much more than these, my friend, what can't be overstated,
Is how His love surpasses all, for us it's unconditional.
No matter what, God will forgive, that’s fact, no, it's not fictional!

So never let your life become devoid of observation,
So busy that your miss God's hand in every situation.
For He is there in sights and sounds, His love's there for the taking.
Just breathe, slow down, and you will find, all things are of His making.







 



















Friday, August 17, 2018

The Blessing of Wonderful Neighbors

Last week my next door neighbors invited my husband & me over  for a cook-out to celebrate their birthdays. They had milestone birthdays, one turning 50 the other turning 55. So...I decided to write each a poem (I know, predictable.)
Here they are:

THE BIG ’50!’
By Patty Lynn

When you were turning forty, I wrote a birthday ditty,
For that’s the year, “You're old”, you’re told, and “Lonnie, that's a pity!”
“You're over the hill, it's all downhill, this point, the forty mark.”
“The climbs not up, it's only down, the last leg of the arc”.

“The picture isn't bright”, they say, “And here's a black balloon.”
“Poor, you, your future’s only bleak, you'll sing a different tune!”
But you showed them you rose above, you proved to them they’re wrong.
Those mere 10 years were really good, you sang a different song!

That's right, stand tall, who says you’re old, why, you’ve just hit your stride.
You're living large and you’re in charge, the past you've lived with pride.
But now you've hit the big ‘50', and what’s your future hold?
It's bright, it's true, depends on you, there's no such thing as old!

Besides we've lived it, we've been there, we're speaking from experience.
We know from old, and it's not GOLD, in fact, it's marked with weariness...
And difficulty with the things that once were awfully easy,
Accepting there won’t be a time, when they will call you SPEEDY.

But 50, that’s not old at all, from this side you're a youngster.
It makes us jealous ‘cause, you see, your somewhere where we once were.
So relish every moment, dear, and savor each new day.
It's not an idle statement that Life's Short, just like they say.


JILL'S BIRTHDAY POEM 
BY Patty Lynn

For years I thought that we were blessed to have this neighborhood.
No matter what request was made, we knew that someone would...
Be willing to extend a hand, to help in times of need,
To show a brand of kindness that so often will exceed...

What you’ve requested since there is an empathy & care...
For one another and each need, so someone always there.
To say this is exceptional is just plain insufficient.
In many neighborhoods today, such caring's nonexistent.

For me, just that would be enough, and yet there's more to tell
Because I got the privilege of knowing one quite well.
We'd always shared the niceties that cordial neighbors do.
Her husband helped us many times, well, really quite a few.

But then his wife, my Jill next door, (my sister's names the same,)
Was diagnosed with something with a crazy kinda name.
Yes, torticollis made her neck, the muscles tense and so…
Her head turned down, her doctor said, “Here's Botox, there ya’ go.”

Long story short, it didn't help, she thought she had no options,
But then I mentioned what might be, but said, “You use some caution.”
She searched the information out, did what they call due diligence. 
I didn't know if this would work, to learn was my requirement.

Celluma is the name of this, light therapy for healing…
And skin and muscle spasms, too, and that made this appealing.
And I possessed the unit so she thought it worth a try.
We made a plan that twice a week the treatment I’d apply.

I'm happy to report that she has found her neck improved.
A year has passed though she's not cured, no longer she's consumed…
With worry & frustration that she'll never find relief,
And I have made a friend for life and that’s what I received.