11-21-2013, 05:13 AM | #2061 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 21
Blanda I know how good a quarterback you are on Monday, safely at home. What were you like on the field, gameday? You act as if seeing your mistakes in retrospect is the same as not having made them, but the game is lost and a rematch is not a do-over. The score is final, whether you accept the stats or not. Defeat does not deter my love of the game and doesn’t diminish my affection for you, but history has been made and I don’t wish to repeat it. Step aside and let fury pass * PERSONAL DICTIONARY Everyone keeps a dictionary in his or her head. All the words lay on platters Each with its own flavor and meaning There are favorite menus and phrases Which form warmly in the mouth And hang sweetly for the ear. Other vocabulary is exotic, pungent Occasionally with strong after taste Or off key ringing Abundance brings a wealth of conversation And keeps the cold of boredom at bay. Free for the taking words grow out of life lived. When we have lived separately Even if only in our separate heads Meanings vary and reference must be checked. Blue sky is blue sky But do you speak of azure, cerulean or peacock? Life is so much show and tell. Drink the sunshine with your eyes And flow it out to me with your words. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
11-22-2013, 05:16 AM | #2062 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 22
Generational River The history in my genes have cut a channel in the rock of existence; I pour through it everyday. I too change the face of life one grain at a time, though I rarely recognize my affect I am so busy running. Damns, ponding, acts of G-d leave their marks for future readings, but I keep moving. The water is never the same twice; it changes even more than the mineral face and yet its liquid life looks more than unchanged from a distance and is a world filled with variety up close. Circle the globe, the sun, the sands of time, the river of life flows from here to there and back again. Bake pies to warm the crisp apples * CARGO LOST, CARGO FOUND I fill the pallet of a New Years sobriety And when it has been accomplished Make a manifest and strap this pallet With the others on the flatbed of my life. The cargo is secure and weighty And there is ample pressure Where the rubber meets the road. I maneuver my rig carefully. I feel assured as I stream With the traffic on the byways. The power and magnitude of my transport Prompts in me over confidence. I fail to realize variation In weather or road conditions Can jeopardize my journey. Eighteen wheels make for poor cantilever When traction is lost and top heavy wins out. In losing the battle of gravity, Inertia and control, I realize the past Is not a weight I need to haul. All that is necessary is the inventory. I slip the pages into my pocket And walk the rest of the way. I am my only freight. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-23-2013, 07:40 AM | #2063 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 23
Triumph G-d and I are experience junkies; part of why I am here is so G-d can take me for a ride, but also for the treat of G-d tucking into the sidecar and letting me take us out for a spin. I am G-d’s audience and G-d is mine; though we are not peers we are comrades. Life is a serious business I am sure and profit and loss are always there to be considered, though I can barely describe to you how much being in love with my creator is a joy, but even better is being the apple of my creator’s eye. Put resistance on the rack and stretch it * MOSAIC I couldn’t prevent this plate from shattering so I saved all the pieces, loosing none. I laid them edge-to-edge and made a design then secured it with thin-set. Pieces of pattern framed with grout are seen as they never could be when this dish was whole. I am part of this construction more than just handing china onto the table. Integrity has been lost but replaced with fractured openness The plate has lost personal unity to become an ingrained part of my personal archeology. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-24-2013, 07:02 AM | #2064 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 24
Jet Lagging Baby’s feet kick in the isle and we are all cocooned in our seats. The movies play and earphones dangle in our ears. We are jetting across the country in our own little worlds. Landing can not happen soon enough for me, not that I want to foreshorten the flight. I just know I have a stack of lives waiting for me and I would like to get back to living them. I have been a week away, a vacation for sure and true but I have my keep to earn, my obligations are many. I hope to have done myself proud when I am through, but until then there is much to do. Zip up to protect yourself from exposure * ORIGINS Pain filled interactions with people Better suited to be left alone Changed me in the way of acceptance. Retched relationships with people Made it difficult for me to have a loving Relationship with the world. I had imprinted as a fledgling On sarcasm and ridicule. Bitter milk starved my expectations Of kind response. I could not greet the world eagerly. Having never embraced the world I failed to hang on as it turned I slid on my face and hands. Mud covered I try to keep an open mind And attempt a connection With this spinning orb. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-25-2013, 05:07 AM | #2065 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 25
One and One The person who has nothing is vague. The person who has too much alludes. And these people may falsely mistake one another for kindred when what you draw your conclusions from are the poems, sweet words, which flow out of these divergent folk. A paper house is built, but the living is impossible. Tying strings to dreams doesn’t permit you to fly away to fairy-lands it just leaves you prone to lightening strikes and long wet wicks. What could be the truth unfolded; spread broadly for all to see? Where could the roads so very far apart lead to a home, a hearth, a life? Or is this just a field of fantasy flowers blooming in our minds? Mist is vapor pretending at a marriage to a world it will soon evaporate and leave. You and I are passing ships on a short sad night. Tip the scales toward optimism * THE WAY I DO IT Cooking by smell. Parking by ear. Recovering by touch. The later has to be done this way I cannot see into the black-box technology Which keeps me sober. Feel through resentments, pain, sadness, joy. Find myself under a pile of rags With a match in my hand. The many times the steps have saved me From becoming a human torch Are balanced by the weight of the rope. Woven from these same rags. That together we use to drag One another to safety. The savory scent of a meal Or the glee of front row parking Can’t compare with the tender sense Of a sober heart. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-26-2013, 05:06 AM | #2066 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 26
No Mickey Mouse The Wonderful World of Disney belonged to normal children; kids with Sunday nights and not the tear filled screaming which punctuated my weekends. I had no time for the creative melodrama built to add interest into the dull little lives of safe little ones. There is no Disney for me; no clean pasteled figures frolicking. I know only the freshened wit of the wizened rabbit and the frenetic slamming of that distorted duck; these are there for me. Teaching me the dark humor of the life I lead; preparing me to laugh at M*A*S*H, yet still never cluing me to the fact that Carroll O’Connor was only teasing, so still I cried to hear his rants, but the dry irony of Hawkeye, war and blood, those I got. I was carefully led there by the Merry Melodies. Check your mental attic for spiders * CLIMBING ON THE ARC If time swings and the seasons swirl And I pulse out my existence Why does the birds wing flap And rain fall down? If the song comes from my Mothers lips And my Father tells his tales And I dance my heritage with each step I take Why does the flower open to the bee And the swan trumpet her way home? If everything pulls from the ground And reaches for the light Then how can I duck my head, hide my heart And pass this all off as a coincidence. Am I less than the rain or greater than the swan? Why can’t I just climb on the arc And let the continuum spin its web around me Well, you see I can but will I? You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-27-2013, 05:01 AM | #2067 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 27
FIVE FINGERS THAT GOBBLE It only takes five crayons to turn a tracing of my hand into a turkey and it only takes a few things to change my drunken life into my sober life. Looking back I am amazed how little it has actually taken to transform my life. My drunkenness looks about as much like my sobriety as my hand looks like a turkey but the transformation has taken place. The red, the yellow, the brown, the meetings, the steps, the sponsor, these basics are the bulk. Sometimes it’s the small extras that help push this work of art into the realm of believability. Accents of green, up and down the fingers, or a few bonus phone calls to women outside my network. Anything can be the thing that kicks it over into a plausible and convincing reality. I can never be more than I am, a drunk is always a drunk and a hand is still just a hand, but within each of these things are unimagined possibilities waiting to be explored. Michelangelo believed that sculptures lurked in chunks of stone. I have come to see that a sober woman prowled inside this drunk and every Thanksgiving my hand yearns to put on feathers once again. Read your own palm * ELECTRIC CONNECTIONS I step into a room and take its currency. Is the flow good, steady, the pulse even and strong? Where are the power brokers And are they sharing the time Or using their magnetic personalities To draw the current off others. I check the complement of resisters. Examine their stripes and access the possibilities. I pump energy when I can and take when it is available. I keep in mind we are all transformers And change is possible for everyone As long as we make the connections. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-28-2013, 06:48 AM | #2068 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 28
How I’ve come upon the World. My first exposure to Bogart was as the man who was after Bugs Bunny, and Lauren Bacall was only referred to as Baby. I only ever heard Kaw Liga because Stephen King referenced it too often and I had to go have a listen. I come through the back door on so much of the world and it has served me rather well. Yes, I often feel ignorant, but at least the knowledge never sees me coming and I get the drop on it. There is a quality to not having been spoon-fed, that keeps me sharp and allows for depth. The universe sends me clues and I go investigate. It cuts down on the agendaed learning of the social norms and cuts me a wide swath beyond the common path. There are times when conformity is key; then again it’s a sweet thing to have a choice. Level inequity * TAPERS I wax poetic and burn the candle at both ends. I borrow from the beginning, I steal from the end And come up short; feeling deeply cheated. I pass myself off as the time-keeper but am the time-pleaser Arch-traitor selling short the days and hours For approval not fulfillment. I put away my true identity, mammal, human, the love of. I have exchanged it for the mask and cape of the Do-do-doer. A tragic figure of myth and legend who breaks the spirit Of everyone who attempts the portrayal. In spite of this the roads teem with actors Becoming caricatures of a life less lived. The world is more than a stage And I must free powers greater than to be more than an audience. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-29-2013, 06:29 AM | #2069 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 29
John Grisham My time hovering low over the ocean has filled me until I am ready to drop. The weight of what is inside me bears down; I know with the slightest cooperation I will become a rainmaker. I am mostly fine with this; I know from whence the rain was derived and I can let it fall in peace. What I don’t know how to handle is the acknowledgement. The difference between what I know and what you might think is vast and if I try to dissuade you I sound disingenuous or fraudulent. I have to get my head around the part I play and accept the roses when they come. I don’t understand how this looks from offstage or what it means to those who watch. I hope they will enjoy the work but never mistake me for the playwright. Greet the day with open eyes * BLEATING FORMALITY Stupidity stalks me when I’m tired Hi-jacking my mouth and my mind I can put this off to pilot error or interruption Of service on my neurologic pipeline But truly I have been captured By senseless irrational mutinous. I would love to say it was pig headedness But alas I am not self-determined, I am a sheep I open my lips and out pours the same Plaintive cry as the surrounding herd. In addition, once begun the wail is unending. It’s as if the bellows works on its own Carrying a tune which blends With the entire wool coated world. I shift and run with my position According to the movements at large. I am following the reactionary breed Dropping the specifics of my personality As one of the crowd, my brain switched off And a quick veneer grows over my eyes I can’t see, think or speak for myself And yet it doesn’t occur to me to hit the hay. When as a petulant three year old I fall asleep in my tract, I awake as myself, With many bleating apologies to be made. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
11-30-2013, 07:33 AM | #2070 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
November 30
Precious Cargo Do I carry myself as well as I could? Do I understand the value of what is contained within me? This journey matters, it requires my attention and comprehension, if only I am able. When I fall short the road changes. The distance I go has much to do with how well and whether I acknowledge the nature of the cargo with which I am imbedded. If you have to put your foot down; open your fist * WHAT IS MINE The cloud of snow slept in the tree overnight And poured from the branches with the morning breezes. Showers of crystal, drop from a clear daylight sky As a telltale of intentions delayed. What was meant for moon time Has been kept till sunshine A treat for bright eyes and young hearts. How can I weep over altered destinations? Arrivals and departures are truly the province Of poetry and postcards Not a thing for worry or fretting. Putty is for forming into an image of my desire not the worlds. Time is a liquid substance I cannot decant at will. Shoulds and aughts are parlor games for the bored and senseless. If I waste my life playing a game I can’t win I will fail to see what I can’t lose. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
12-01-2013, 07:37 AM | #2071 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 1
Poorly Chirping She writes poetry like fusion jazz, more fun to make than to listen to. She stands at the podium serving as a bad example. I pray as she reads, “Lord, please don’t let me get sucked into the self-importance of bad poetry for the sake of peering peers, and forgetting to write what is there for the world, the readers, the things which bring the word pictures and sets them before me. Lord, remind me that the writing is not done for me, but done as Billy Collins quotes, for the love of strangers.” Tops spin, do you? * DO WE SEE The old man walked down the road to see the end, I followed to glimpse the fruit of his pursuit. Does the highway come to rest Or like the river just feed a greater sea? And time, will the clock stop him? Can he win the treasure hunt As the seconds tick away on the metronome? Will the slowing of his steps And the advancing of his age Create a curve which will prevent his accomplishment? Does this tag-along I am doing Make me a part of his project? The road is long and its end may never come, only ours. When we take the road the road takes us. More and less is what we are and so too the road. I follow the contour of the ground Which curves around the world Spinning in our sky so we can all see the stars. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
12-02-2013, 05:06 AM | #2072 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 2
At The Dodge I remember so long ago when I would come and sit and listen; soak in the poets and the Consort, sop it all into the sponge that listened and sat. I did not know exactly what they were doing and I didn’t know why I was there, but I went and had a soak. Now so many years hence I am the writer I never knew and I know just what they do because, I do it too! Write a poem on your foot * GOOSE I round this corner nearly every day. There in the field stand a flock of problems, Pecking the ground and flopping their wings. Uniform and regular, the honking and squawking Is undistinguishable from yesterday. I ponder and squint, are these the same Or yet another gaggle making their way Along the migratory path? Trouble is feral, skulking the edges of the field But never sheltering in the yard. I must leave my hands off Knowing these are not mine. The feathers fly and I gather the strays Acutely aware of the ticklish nature of this. Awkwardly I face the truth No matter how much of a perplexity this is to me Or others, it is only geese. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
12-03-2013, 05:14 AM | #2073 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 3
The Twelfth of April When I met you, you were a power tagged and trapped in a box. A tiger caught by its toe and yet I could do nothing but fall under the spell of your roar. The suppressed growl you leave for me like an invitation I could never decline. I write to you a note of explanation; words testifying to my desire, which I promise to hold back out of respect for you. And a wish to survive my drive toward you and your furious stripes and claws. Your bite which I long to feel, yet know I must not ask for. When I inquire if you have read, you say with sanguine smile, “Read it to me.” When I am done and with tear stained face, all you reply is, “I have lost my taste for anyone but you.” Keep an ear out for more than danger * GOOD SAMARITAN PIE The meal prepared from my cognition, The bread and jam of humility, salad of expectation, Roast of determination and Good Samaritan pie Wait on the table to be devoured. The courses pass and come desert, my kindly intentions. Are cut to wedges and pushed from setting to setting. I can dollop after dollop cover the requisite desires Of this tart in attempt to deny my addiction to fixing Or I can serve up the plain truth. I help and help, and wander down roads looking For lost puppies to return to their homes. I must admit my longing to lend support Is sometimes half-baked and if kept to home and hearth It might serve me better and make a sweeter dish. Assistance is best in proportion to the meal I must live my life and save my Good Samaritan pie till last. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
12-04-2013, 04:55 AM | #2074 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 4
Relay I have waited so long for the chase, the trap, the dig a ditch for safety, to be over and here we are; ringed, safe and surrounded. Now the sweet work of living the life we have striven for, striven to. I now long to be my best, do my best, for you are the best for me and I am the best for you. I tense and press against the blocks; the race I wish to run, but all I knew was to wait. Explain how petals are different from leaves * YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CLOSE WINDOWS OR KEEP THEM OPEN Not every open window offers a warm and welcome breeze. There are windows, which greet with arctic blast and little else. Frosted cheeks and chapped lips I face these frigid openings Believing it is my lot to forge ahead in this bluster. Never did I think to shut the glass on this disagreeable weather. I am allowed to close windows but I didn’t know it. Every irksome thing that comes my way is not mine to face. Many things will pass my way. This does not make them my responsibility On the other hand, when spring blows honeysuckle through the air It is a fine idea to prop the window open with a stick. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
12-05-2013, 05:16 AM | #2075 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 5
My Most Important Meal Sweet potato pudding sits on the plate; I sit in my place and wield my spoon until the plate is clean. I’m fed, my day begins. If this is the best part of my day, life is still sweet and fine. Time skips its way through and I meet and greet the splendid and the few. Picking my way, the raindrops step aside; I am gratified, though I never mind the rain. When the mud has settled and my bed calls me home; I look back to the start of the day and pray to begin the next one the very same way. Look for your eyes in a crowd * WATER PROOF What could water prove anyway? I get in the water and I get wet. I’m sure there is a theorem But a proof is highly doubtful. Naiads dance with tridents in their hands Illustrating the beauty and danger of the waves But this certifies nothing. Juiceless arid dirt can make no claims either I see ducks take flight Pushing the air with their wings And rivulets trailing from webs. This is the thing to scoot beneath at the surface, Take sustenance and pleasure but never to become so saturated that the air is lost. Waterproof, is the way to go. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
12-06-2013, 05:16 AM | #2076 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 6
Flower Power The man with the chrysanthemum on his head walks up and down the aisle. Do I look like that, I wonder to myself? Have I taken personal style to the point of caricature? What is the boundary by which the embarrassment is kept at bay? Is there a point at which I can overcome who I present myself as, and represent the best of who I can be? Who I might be if only I can manage not to get carried away by impressionism? I am given this dwelling and it suits me quite well, when I treat it as a temple and not simply as a shrine. Do without some things not everything * ALMOST TWINS You and I are more alike than different Yet we cannot get along Though I ponder why this surprises me so. A cloud and a watermelon are 98 % the same And no one would mistake them in a crowd Or expect them to be companionable Except in the way of two things existing in the universe. My expectation of liking you for our similarities Is set up by my fear that I don’t like myself But the joke is on me. My dislike of you is not a reflection Of anything but time and space My friends are the people who like me Not necessarily the ones who are like me. The president didn’t like broccoli Without slurring its good name And I can dislike you Without inferring you are a vegetable You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
12-07-2013, 06:37 AM | #2077 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 7
Anti-Forfeit Activity I don’t want to write bad, forced, poor, weak, care-worn poems, but I won’t write any good ones if I don’t lift this pen. The embarrassment I might feel for lackluster lines is far less than the shame of empty notebooks. I don’t always like what flows when I open the gates, but I am sure glad the current is live and so am I. Tie a knot * COOCOO’S NEST I ran away to join the zoo Hoping a life contained would calm me. The segregation hit me first Isolated exclusively with those of my stripe Drove my thirst for diverse scents and opinion. Next the monotony of the landscape bore into my brain The well-meaning efforts of the keepers Bears the mark of folks who go home at night. The blandness of the food and music Lent nothing to the experience And antiseptic could drive anyone wild. The final blow, the one which struck constantly and coldly Was the steady stream of observers Just waiting to be entertained. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
12-08-2013, 06:20 AM | #2078 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 8
Night Spaces When it gets dark it gets dark fast. They say, night falls, though sometimes it feels like it falls down. What is little realized is there is a lifting when the light has gone away, the sky raises its roof and there is more air to breathe. Long lost is the pink wisp that heralded this night and far ahead is the next wisp of pink singing up the moon. Believe in someone * WHAT’S MINE IS MINE I don’t always know how to get the dog off the baby. The attacks are often sudden and always swift. My shock at the reality delays my response. Falters my steps and fogs my mind. What should I do to disengage this assault? What can I do that won’t make things worse? How can I resolve this now? The pain is almost unimaginable But yet all too familiar. It all comes down to ownership I must admit this baby is me. I have to face this dog is my pet. I have fed and groomed him And now I have to put this dog to sleep. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
12-09-2013, 05:02 AM | #2079 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 9
It All Points to Joy Can Love reweave the fabric which hate destroys? Can Kindness resew the field torn through with disregard? Can Beauty paint the world anew after so much ugliness has rained down upon us? My heart believes these three can not fail to make things right for what other point could there be than Joy? Leach lessons from struggle * CHANGE IN MENU If God is drunk we pray for spiritual sobriety And strong sponsorship. If God is sober we ask for things on God’s behalf And glory in answered prayer It is amazing that rain comes down If I dance for it or not I can get this wonderful recovery Just like the rest of “we agnostics”. I don’t have to shake your hand, wink my eye Or say some special bit of poetry to have it. Just the same way that weather is and changes And deepens so too is my spiritual condition. It is there as I tread this path I don’t have to mark rows in my garden For plants to grow I wish for God a salad with two forks We no longer need to share a bottle. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
12-10-2013, 06:40 AM | #2080 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,321 Times in 5,198 Posts
Rep Power: 21474867 |
December 10
The Way West The sun reflected in the windows winks at me as I fly over. The plane climbs higher and the reflected light no longer reaches me. I slip from my eastern bonds. I am west coast bound. The carpet of snow was laid down to quiet the passage. Clouds take over the task, then part to reveal the patchwork of the middle ground. We cross the Stateline without a sound; a few more miles then touchdown. Putter with intrigue * FREE THE PATE Arrested development was bad enough The living death sentence It imposes is completely unacceptable. My childhood ran downhill Away from the mountains of confusion Which is life in this society. My ability to mature was damaged And what I learned to do was mutate. I could move laterally but never grow up. I became the goose grown for its liver And all the honk and squawk In the world couldn’t change it. I don’t have to understand How I was let out of the prison of addiction As long as I don’t go back. I will never have to fear breaking out in handcuffs Or getting locked in my crib. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait .........Hope you enjoy it! ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work Click on flashing smilie to see my website To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book Click on pompom girl to see Elbows on the Table, Palms Flat |
Tags |
12 step recovery, acoa, al-anon, alcoholic, alcoholics anonmyous, coda, on-line meeting |
|
|