My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

Reflections

June 16, 2013 “waking day”

“waking day”

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sounds of sunlight

blending with whispering trees

bending to a laughing breeze

yawning flowers

gently nudge sleepy morning

from twilight slumber

their fragrant voices

diamond starbursts

dancing from dew drops

to a lilting tune

and the song of waking day

©tlh 6/16/13


January 1, 2011 “thoughts at midnight”

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“thoughts at midnight”

 

outside my midnight door

the darkness is shattered

by gunfire and bombs

 

thunder-rocked air rattles my floor

 

stillness and tranquility

vaporized in the flashes

are ringing in my ears…

 

the travail of two years

 

the ebb

of the dying old

the possibility

of the infant new

memories and dreams

past and future

for a moment

 

then…

 

another explosion

 

announcing…

 

a birth

a death

a beginning…

 

the end

 

©tlh 1/1/11

 

 

 


November 24, 2010 “Thanksgiving Day”

“Thanksgiving Day”

*

Be thankful

that’s what it’s all about, we try to attain

the state of mind , we seek to obtain

on this Thanksgiving Day

 

Thank you

is easily said or thought at the least

as we stand at the head of a bounteous feast

on this Thanksgiving Day

 

Thankfulness

in a land of plenty is well understood

but it slips our minds more often than it should

on this Thanksgiving Day

 

To know true Thankfulness

is to find the peace to lift empty hands

at the head of a barren table in a desolate land

and say…Thank You

on this Thanksgiving Day

 

©tlh 11/24/10

To each of my friends across this small world,

whether you’re American or not,

I wish the happiest and most blessed

Thanksgiving Day

Sincerely, Tracy Harris

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


November 23, 2010 “impressions”

“impressions”

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November rain falls from sagging clouds

crawling like smoke

across the cold landscape of late Autumn

obscuring mountain tops in a misty chill

permeating the bones of the earth and man

the valleys flowing with a silent fog

in remnants and shreds

that drag and catch in the knotty fingers

of a lone, gray tree

its bare gnarled hand clawing at the invisible sky

from a monotone field the dim dreary haze

creeps across a rain blackened fence row

and through the rickety slats of an ethereal red barn

to my window

the wet glass rendering the scene

like a sunless vision of Monet

I shiver behind the foggy frame

as I turn to search for a blanket

 

©tlh 11/23/10

 

 

 

 


September 18, 2010 “Rhapsody, On A Theme Of Paganini”

This is my favorite single piece of music…I find myself humming or whistling it so often. I hope you take the time to listen, and let your heart hear it…

Down by the lake…

(Photo by tlh)


August 2, 2010

“diyd
diyd”

plan for the future
live in the moment
save for tomorrow
live one day at a time
be a village
be an island
be a part
stand apart
be color-blind
know your colors
be selfless
live  your own life
stand up for yourself
turn the other cheek
go with the flow
swim against the tide
scorned if you’re inside
shunned if you’re outside
less fat
more calories
eat less
but super size it
damned if you do
damned if you don’t
it’s a “screwed” up world
when you realize it

©tlh  8/2/2010

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July 4, 2010 “Give me Liberty…”

July 4, 2010   “Give me Liberty…”

When I began to consider what I would post for 4th of July, the first thing I thought of was the men, the Founding Fathers if you will, who took great risks and pains to gather themselves together in Philadelphia as The Continental Congress to decide the future of this group of colonies.  They would be considered traitors and criminals for what they were about to do…say “NO MORE!” to Parliament and to the King of England!
On Thursday, July 4, 1776, fifty-six brave men stepped up and signed The Declaration of Independence.  The rest, as they say, is history.  Actually, it’s all history, and we should know much more about it than most of us do, but I digress.

Since the space which I occupy here on the internet has been taking a more poetic slant of late, I thought of the following, which I found in a book of poetry long ago.  It is one of the greatest speeches ever delivered in American history.  It was made on March 23, 1775 in the House of Burgesses in St. John’s Church in Richmond, Virginia by Mr. Patrick Henry to urge the colonies to take up arms against the British Army, which was already gathering in force to quell the revolutionaries.  The last two paragraphs of the speech, some of the most eloquent, and yes, poetic words you will ever read, I share with you…

“They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable–and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace– but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!”

God Bless America!

Just Say’n