tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18956537312862048982024-03-12T17:26:33.847-07:00Nüss Writingsherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-85752190223032635252009-05-29T12:47:00.000-07:002009-05-29T12:50:51.595-07:00Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?This is the one that started it all so many years ago between 2002 and 2004. I came up with this one while tying L's shoes on our way somewhere LOL Someone didn't have time for it. Unfortunately, it isn't finished yet due to conflict from someone wanting to edit it and claim it as their own. Just remember that its butterfly. :-)<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Over the hills to a place that I know!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Over the mountains to play in the snow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Down to the ocean, it's where the rivers flow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Down to the valley, its where the flowers grow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Through the dark forest, to rest on the mistletoe!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Through the deep jungle, where the big snakes move slow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Along the busy harbor, where the boats are in tow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Along the empty beach, where the pelicans fly low!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Across the open field, to watch a lonely old crow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Across a slimy pond, to which the frogs jump like so!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Up a tree, ... (unfinished)<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />Along the waterline, where the mice and rabbits burrow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />In the schoolyard, while the children catch and throw!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />In the garden, while dr...<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />To go past the cornfields and sad little scarecrow!<br /><br />Butter_, Butter_, Where Did You Go?<br />To go see my Mother, I'll see you tomorrow!herr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-66041098364957098272009-05-29T08:45:00.000-07:002009-05-29T08:47:12.909-07:00Happy Birthday, My Little Girl<p>I hope your day was fun!</p><p>Did you get out in the sun?</p><p>Did you learn about the world?</p><p>My little birthday girl!</p><p><br />So how does it feel today?</p><p>Now you're eleven, so convey!</p><p>Do you feel any bigger?</p><p>Do you feel any wiser?</p><p><br />I am proud of my oldest</p><p>And want you to be your best.</p><p>Only you can hold you back!</p><p>So get on the fast track!</p><p><br />Now go have fun and play.</p><p>For it's a bright sunny day!</p><p>Jump and hout and spin and twirl.</p><p>So Happy Birthday, My Little Girl!!!</p><p> </p>herr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-38140119835016800682009-05-14T07:39:00.000-07:002009-05-14T07:41:03.542-07:00another day, another breakfastThe skies are sunny<br /> But clouds roll in<br /> thinking of something funny<br /> before morning's chaos begin<br /><br />the children groggy and cranky<br /> as they wake one by one<br /> yelling like a banshee<br /> the oldest's day has begun<br /><br />the youngest awoken by noise<br /> it happens everyday<br /> he drags and throws his toys<br /> in each and every way<br /><br />the middle one awakes with a bump<br /> as her brother jumps on her head<br /> arriving in such a frump<br /> complaining she wants to be fed<br /><br />she rolls her eyes at the clatter<br /> wishing mornings could be quiet<br /> amongst her babies chatter<br /> the stovetop temperature set<br /><br />another day, another breakfast<br /> a mother's job is never done<br /> the kids finish at long last<br /> just once not having to run<br /><br />to not having to do tedious tasks<br /> a little credit is clearly overdue<br /> a little compassion is she all asks<br /> to receive a simple little thank you<br /><br />but this is a day like no other<br /> to remember what she does everyday<br /> celebrating my childrens mother<br /> Wishing you a Happy Mother's Dayherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-24333867441749969692009-05-08T13:40:00.000-07:002009-05-08T13:49:35.623-07:00A Mother is a roseA Mother is a rose<br /> as sweet as she can be <br /> and your smile always grows <br /> its you she wants to see<br /><br />A Mother is a life-line<br /> always there when you fall <br /> a beacon she will shine <br /> listening for your call<br /><br />A Mother knows the way<br /> while you search for your dream <br /> encourages everyday <br /> with success her eyes gleam<br /><br />A Mother in fast prayer <br /> for blessings from Our Lord <br /> that her children can share <br /> His Eternal Reward<br /><br />A Mother wakes in fear<br /> of any possible harm <br /> upon babies come near <br /> raising a great alarm<br /><br />A Mother is very proud<br /> of success we bring home <br /> but she cries not aloud <br /> watching us leave to roam<br /><br />A Mother is so strong<br /> to weather our storm <br /> her home we will belong <br /> always open and warm<br /><br />A Mother gives us Love<br /> unconditionally <br /> sent to us from above <br /> we love her gratefullyherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-91081434237801800362008-11-24T13:59:00.000-08:002008-11-24T14:03:29.790-08:00a visit from the past along the quay<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">waking in a pleasant mood</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">she prepares her day with a smile</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">happy memories from days gone by</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">pass before yet to waken mind</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">looking forward to tuscan food</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">with questions and stories wild</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">oh how the time does fly</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">of things to which we're blind</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">passing down the motorway</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">sunlit for only several hours</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">as time passes into the grey</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">trees given up their foliage</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">arriving at the ancient busy quay</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">in light but blustery showers</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">bustling shops along the waterway</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">entering under the covered bridge</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">she sees a bright and happy face</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">from her distant carefree past</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">looking back is the reason why</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">their happiness is very pleasing</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">memories plenty of time and place</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">dart back and forth clear and fast</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">laughing drinking smiling and a sigh</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">an old comfort zone of good feelings</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">but now they part to different dates</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">down the motorway to the routine</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">good times will stay in the soul</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">for another time to be recalled</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the sun goes down as it gets late</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">back to the tasks done in between</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">and the cottage does she stroll</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">to the life and home she installed</span></p>herr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-82611717815636972772008-11-17T14:00:00.000-08:002008-11-18T13:15:33.819-08:00my thoughts begin to falterdriving over the water<br />the sun reflecting<br />like a bright orange ball<br />my thoughts begin to falter<br />thoughts of being rejected<br />by a woman behind a shawl<br /><br />dolphins skip across the river<br />ripples in the flaming image<br />a happy family bobbing home<br />my skin starts to quiver<br />with the need to engage<br />my heart's need to roam<br /><br />there is no one calling<br />across the azure sky<br />with similar desparation<br />of a soul that is crawling<br />with the same need as i<br />to crave that twisted elation<br /><br />cross back the border expanse<br />the flame quenched in the sea<br />darkness in all dimensions<br />longing for intense romance<br />but never to returns me<br />an open heartfelt invitationherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-2623807855373242692008-06-02T13:57:00.000-07:002008-06-02T13:58:23.080-07:00Playful dolphinsOK guys. Let me know what you think. i'm not sure its finished.<br /><br /><br />She is taken to a beach across the hot dusty land<br />Away from her troubles and problems at hand<br /><br />Under a tree she undresses to wade in the sea<br />Her slender body gently strides right past me<br /><br />Unaware of my gaping and dazed gaze<br />She notices something off in the haze<br /><br />Arcing up and down off in the distance<br />Something pointy pokes up at a glance<br /><br />She smiles and remembers why she came<br />To get away from the painful mental game<br /><br />It's the bobbing up of the dorsal fins<br />From the playful bounces of the dolphins<br /><br />She wades waist deep in the warm and wet<br />wishing she could stay and until we met<br /><br />she has watched him from afar<br />sipping umbrella drinks at the bar<br /><br />wondering what he thought of her<br />and offering her great pleasure<br /><br />wanting to runaway to stay<br />just to relax and to play<br /><br />she twirls a cherry with her tongue<br />dreaming of songs to be sung<br /><br />a strong wave rushes over her head<br />waking her from thoughts of her bed<br /><br />startled she noticed what has come in<br />but the wake of a playful dolphinherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-11331712511799242662008-05-30T14:03:00.000-07:002008-05-30T14:04:34.017-07:00this is all my writings so far. i hope i haven't left any behind from the other 2 sites. i have one in the works written today. maybe monday i'll post it if i think its finished. :-)herr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-53146540923777658382008-05-30T14:02:00.003-07:002008-05-30T14:02:55.754-07:00For you on this Valentine’s Day,For you on this Valentine’s Day,<br /><br />strokes of blue, white and red beyond the trees<br />are followed by sparkles on a blank black canvas<br />tree shadows whisper from the passing breeze<br />images as comforting yet strong as you pass<br /><br />the blur and clamor of smaller versions of our love<br />do tighten the knots of shared tension and fray<br />no comparison to why it is you i think the world of<br />and unconditionally give you my love on this dayherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-19351823990460431142008-05-30T14:02:00.001-07:002008-05-30T14:02:27.196-07:00two cherries on one stemin the dimness of a candlelight<br />the restless spirits in the night<br />nothing beyond or between them<br />come together like two cherries on one stem<br /><br />steam rises from the intensity<br />desire's uncontrolled propensity<br />of passion unleashed with abandon<br />they grope for anything to place a hand on<br /><br />reaching feeling touching<br />breaching kneeling clutching<br /><br />their sweat laced bodies glisten in the dim light<br />as they work to fulfill their delight<br />over and over they as they try to get it right<br />as their bodies lift spin toss into flight<br /><br />feeling the sweet rush of flow from their bodies<br />and the climatic saturation of which it embodies<br />they slide back and forth recoiling to reach deeper<br />hot wet kisses shared tongue twisting to reap her<br /><br />sliding quivering arching<br />gliding delivering searching<br /><br />striving for perfect rapture<br />desparately they try to recapture<br />searching in the other to complete<br />that unshaking feeling only to repeat<br /><br />they lay collapsed next to each other<br />soon thinking if there will be another<br />session of intimacy removed from solitary<br />of the juicy nourishing bite of the cherryherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-46314901520063046202008-05-30T14:01:00.002-07:002008-05-30T14:02:01.441-07:00toes in the sandbarely are there waves lapping on the beach<br />her toes slightly dug into the sand<br />the waves up to her ankles reach<br />she turns the page with her hand<br /><br />her long legs stretch out from the mat<br />her book makes her drift away<br />while on her back she lays flat<br />made easy by the drinks on the tray<br /><br />she daydreams of a the image of a man<br />slowly walking up the beach towards her<br />to distract her from the issues of her grand plan<br />her lips glistens from the dribbling liqour<br /><br />the book drops quietly to the burning ground<br />as he kneels down beside her touching her thigh<br />he bends to kiss her but startles and looks around<br />the cabana boy serving drinks to satisfy<br /><br />a quick look in his eyes as she fends off her hunger<br />nodding si for more libations to melt her frozen heart<br />she knows that she can run but is not getting younger<br />in this master plan of God's longing to relinquish the part<br /><br />crying, sighing<br />moaning, groaning<br />growling, howling<br />alone atoning<br /><br />she doesn't know what to do or where to go<br />so she lays back down with another drink<br />stretching her long legs digging shells with a toe<br />no problems for the moment so why bother think<br /><br />she drifts back to her safe place<br />as he tosses back his long black hair<br />she stiffens a little as he looks into her face<br />and he slides his hand up her skin so fair<br /><br />he places a hand behind her and lifts<br />she curls her toes in the sand<br />they intensify their long hot kiss<br />if only this were her original plan<br /><br />she gives into to her long lonely desires<br />he slips off her coverup and swimsuit<br />her body glistens as she perspires<br />not noticing as her clothes permute<br /><br />the bodies bake in the summer sun<br />as their tongues intertwine<br />her hat falls to the ground<br />as the chills run down her spine<br /><br />she undresses her mystery soulmate<br />when he stands up straddling her form<br />inside the cabana, then he closes the shade<br />she heart pounds faster feeling rather warm<br /><br />laying down beside his sweet pleasure<br />kissing her on her ear lobes and neck<br />running a finger along the sacred treasure<br />enticing the swelling button with soft flecks<br /><br />she squirms as he slides down her wet shape<br />and spreads her wings at his hungry look<br />he tastes the sweetness as it runs down her scape<br />she moans and twitches and knocks over her book<br /><br />upon getting his fill he pulls himself up<br />his fingers massage the swollen flesh<br />she flows like an overfilled cup<br />inserting a thick rough finger into a thresh<br /><br />she screams with delight and joy<br />as he slides in his soldier at attention<br />arching her back as he begins to employ<br />they move together in absolute perfection<br /><br />heat from their bodies could turn sand to glass<br />as they peak in the actions at the same time<br />they collapse together as time slow passes<br />smiling at each other as he starts to climb<br /><br />the crash of a wave on her waist then<br />washes away the puddle she had made<br />as she wakes to find the tide had come in<br />while dreaming on her body that she played<br /><br />forgotten are her troubles from afar<br />with a new one created in this distant land<br />wondering who saw her hand in the cookie jar<br />her toes curled up in the sandherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-43421401870099257042008-05-30T14:01:00.001-07:002008-05-30T14:01:39.736-07:00times of the distant pastthe snow begins to fall<br />through the open cavity<br />in the bavarian bunny<br />over the hills and far away<br />echoes in the whirling wind<br />of the near topless car<br /><br />excitement of the opening call<br />of the new season to ski<br />on a cold day so sunny<br />we drive fast on our way<br />to collect another friend<br />who lives not too far<br /><br />back to the dark garage<br />to load the old blue truck<br />a mighty dose of vitamin I<br />alas the journey begins<br />beyond the great rivers and<br />through endless bare woods<br /><br />snow like an artillery barrage<br />on the window like muck<br />close to freezing not dry<br />tunnel vision clearly wins<br />squinting at a winter wasteland<br />covering in back the goods<br /><br />hours later our destination<br />we arrive early to our pleasure<br />and dig into liquid energy<br />listening to the last of the tunes<br />that went through us before reaching you<br />Who could have known its release<br /><br />lifts start moving inclination<br />we offer a bit of our treasure<br />to catch a ride up a bit early<br />quickly reaching upto the snow dunes<br />to ourselves noone but the view<br />playful intensities roughly increase<br /><br />the path unscathed pristine<br />inviting smashing little crystals obliviously<br />we burn youthful energy with joy<br />as the steam rises from open coats<br />from vigorous attacks on the slopes<br />until the energy is spent<br /><br />in need of rest at the end of a tiring day of skiing<br />we pack up to return rather quickly<br />a party is whats needed for this boy<br />the return home down lonely dark roads<br />the lanes wind long like twisted ropes<br />rushing back before the onslaught of guests<br /><br />we can't believe what we're seeing<br />out of 2 feet of snow looking prickly<br />a tap from a barrel will be used as a toy<br />after unloading we bolt for the keg<br />with mugs in hand and smiles on faces<br />and a thanks to the master of domain<br /><br />he joins us for the opening ceremony<br />as the guests start to arrive with a thirst<br />the music is blarring as the masters depart<br />a scream is heard as a dart hits a leg<br />entwined bodies fill dark empty spaces<br />desperate to drown out emotional pain<br /><br />the feeling i get being left out is agony<br />to join in this part of the nite would be a first<br />never a sole to share this lonely strong heart<br /><br />the night almost over as kisses are shared<br />one lonely soul empties the snow covered soldier<br />falling in a white pile of the soft dusty stuff<br />my buddies pull me back inside to wake up<br />as we talk into the night of our thoughts<br />its the same ole song but on a different night<br /><br />those two compare notes to see how they fared<br />i wish i could join them before i get much older<br />as i tire of falling down in the cold white fluff<br />i drink whats left in my large pewter cup<br />and each the last piece of pizza before it rots<br />as i close my eyes after turning off the lightherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-79481563325616505722008-05-30T14:00:00.000-07:002008-05-30T14:01:14.537-07:00swelting season startswonderfully watching wind wispfully wash waving willows<br />summer sun sears sweaty sunburned silouttes soaking seashore serenity<br />children carelessly carryon cacking cajoling cohorts<br />dry desert drives desparately delving district depots<br />happy-go-lucky he hears hospitable hymns healing hearts<br />she seeks simple satisfaction seemingly secluded safety<br />parks piled people participating picnic pandemonium perfectly<br />fall feels futuristically far far forthwithherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-36994927243011742332008-05-30T13:59:00.000-07:002008-05-30T14:00:43.871-07:00starsAlthough we were surprised by the darkness, the ebony celestial skies were an astonishing sight to behold. It was a spectacular vision of fireworks and meteor displays that was beyond the realm of description. An array of bright glowing colors dashed across the sky as we stood memorized of its heavenly glory.<br /><br />beautiful...spectacular....sights never before seen to man<br />she says:<br />a collosal... display of lights action movement all through skies of the night<br /><br />the skies were bursting with exciting hues of colors like the work of an artist<br /><br />if i were to ignite something in that negative atmosphere there would have been an electrifying impolusion<br /><br /><br /><br />surprised by the darkness<br />astonishing ebony celestial skies<br />a sight to behold<br />the night held a crispness<br />with magic to the eyes<br />a story begins to unfold<br /><br />spectular visions of fireworks<br />meteor showers beyond imagination<br />an array of bright glowing colors<br />my curiosity immediately perks<br />at the wonderful sensation<br />the rare cloud causing a squalor<br /><br />beautiful...spectacular....sights never before seen to man<br />virgin eyes set upon the mysteries of the glorious Hand<br /><br />they dash across the sky<br />in all its heavenly glory<br />a collosal display of lights<br />as i stand mesmorized<br />action, movement so spry<br />energy erupting, amazing fury<br />all through skies of the night<br /><br />as if something ignites<br />in an atmosphere<br />of electrifying implosion<br />in a fantasy of delight<br />with the night sky so clear<br />nothing in exclusion<br /><br />beautiful...spectacular....sights never before seen to man<br />virgin eyes set upon the mysteries of the glorious Handherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-86376172198544036612008-05-30T13:58:00.000-07:002008-05-30T13:59:02.528-07:00some frozen daydesolate winter<br />indian summer comes late again<br />warm breeze blows thru empty branches<br />we'll pay for it some frozen day<br /><br />my mind drifts<br />it changes like the weather of late<br />of people, places and things i'd like to see<br />i'll see some frozen day<br /><br />as i wait<br />hollow sounds like a woodpecker on a dead oak<br />echoing off the lifeless yet warm hills<br />some frozen days<br /><br />in my mind soak early sunset yet later each day<br />once again in the darkness, memory serves<br />we'll pay for it some frozen dayherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-32706680110163195632008-05-30T13:57:00.000-07:002008-05-30T13:58:38.316-07:00shades of middle agesthe sun eclipses the hilltop<br />as i peer up at the castle<br />worried about the gossip<br />will the french come wrestle<br /><br />i walk along the cobblestone<br />as winter settles in the valley<br />to work and glass to be blown<br />and turn down the dark alley<br /><br />a pinch of bread and coffee<br />thats starts my busy day<br />the princess wants me to hurry<br />with a gift to be sent today<br /><br />the boat loads its burden<br />like ants busy on the mound<br />eyes peer from the curtain<br />mysterious like a land unfound<br /><br />looking out my small window<br />barrels roll down to the dock<br />to the pride of the castle below<br />filling the vast holder of stock<br /><br />it is the pride of the palatine prince<br />to own the largest wine barrel<br />no larger has been made since<br />across europe its size is herald<br /><br />back to my craft and my bench<br />to make dozens of toasting vessels<br />as the king passes off his wench<br />with a mane of long auburn tressels<br /><br />task done and locked for the nite<br />off for a pint of pilsner 1603<br />the lights of the castle quite a site<br />on the neckar flowing by so freeherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-71573350687384326372008-05-29T14:02:00.001-07:002008-05-29T14:02:36.574-07:00riding the crest of timeback in a more simpler time<br />she looked out over the harbor<br />relaxing as she dreams of<br />dolphins joining her<br />as they cruise<br />the cylindrical wave<br />of friends and family<br />of her can they save<br /><br />she toils now<br />behind hell's gate<br />alone in fear<br />awaiting her fate<br />she longs to live<br />as she used to<br />with a lovely smile<br />and love for youherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-70103886579097324962008-05-29T14:01:00.002-07:002008-05-29T14:02:00.226-07:00remembering what is really aboutthe crisp air is quite still<br />mindless flakes slowly flutter<br />filling in their hurried footsteps<br />falling though empty trees<br /><br />little birds peck though a rill<br />off in the distance dogs mutter<br />walking down the front steps<br />enjoying the winter freeze<br /><br />my thoughts are wandering<br />as they seemingly always do<br />but are cleared by the thought<br />of this wonderful special day<br /><br />what ended shallow pondering<br />a simple event of so long ago<br />for what our Lord to us brought<br />because it is Christmas today!!!herr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-54947194952776920472008-05-29T14:01:00.001-07:002008-05-29T14:01:25.572-07:00Reborn in the eye of the stormshe stands alone in the dark room<br />the storm raves the land of sunshine<br />peering out the window excited by lightning<br />yet lonely, isolated, reserved and scared<br />the uncertainty of the storm parallels her doom<br />the wind whips around frantically as it whines<br />a sole police car and debris fill her sighting<br />her home already needs repaired<br /><br />all over the city the power is out as lines go down<br />except for the brilliant flashes of the storms light<br />distant oscillating beams from emergency vehicles<br />darkness in all vectors is all that can be found<br />nothing but the sounds of a thrashing cyclone<br />she realizes what she feels is not fear or fright<br />but her life as it slowly away drifted and trickles<br />like a lost soul on a boat in this storm drowned<br /><br />patiently awaiting the storm's ferocities to end<br />she dreams of a what seems a distant past<br />across a mighty sea to a different place and time<br />laughing, smiling, playing, working, feeling<br />enjoying a rich full life with family and friends<br />driving the open desert freeway careless and fast<br />the mountains in distant lands she would climb<br />she drifts back to the storm, her senses reeling<br /><br />the end of the storm drifts off like a local transient<br />she reaches for a drink in hopes of relaxing<br />bracing herself to survey the hurricane's damage<br />seeing the great irony of the storm and her spirit<br />as she steps outside with the winds now silent<br />the motions of the recent past she was just acting<br />it mirrors the results of the tempest's rage<br />is it a coincidence or a message she has to admit<br /><br />her resolve to clean up from the termendous disaster<br />is bolster by the images of the past she longs for<br />to live as she once has in this seemingly cruel place<br />which once was filled with adventure and excitement<br />of happiness and joy and friendship and laughter<br />to rebuild her tattered life to its former stature<br />starting anew refreshed with great courage and grace<br />she steps forward not looking back with contentmentherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-61046833782361367162008-05-29T13:58:00.000-07:002008-05-29T13:59:10.788-07:00paint thru the treesstrokes of blue, white and red beyond the trees<br />are followed by sparkles on a blank black canvas<br />trees shadows whisper from the passing breeze<br />images as comforting yet strong as you pass<br /><br />the blur and clamor of smaller versions of our love<br />do tighten the knots of shared tension and fray<br />doesn't compare to why it is you i think the world of<br />and unconditionally give you my love on this dayherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-75413072607767498462008-05-29T13:54:00.001-07:002008-05-29T13:54:56.366-07:00mikethis is for my brother's funeral service:<br /><br />standing on a mountain top<br />sunshine reflecting off his face<br />alone on the world's rooftop<br />has to be his favorite place<br /><br />he struggled through his life<br />moving from here to there<br />not bound to the system strife<br />enjoying life without a care<br /><br />he wakes from the tent<br />kept in his bedroom<br />the car he bought most recent<br />around the track goes zoom<br /><br />when he tires of his toys<br />he gathers his fishing gear<br />for what he really enjoys<br />fishing with corn off mom's pier<br /><br />he struggled with his brother<br />though confides to him his secret<br />an estranged bond like no other<br />as he lights another cigarette<br /><br />as the sun cracks the peaks<br />loading what little he has in pain<br />a distant ski resort to him speaks<br />getting that bus or train or plane<br /><br />a different voice speaks to him now<br />he is called home time forever cascades<br />its his turn now to show us how<br />as a far off star flickers and fadesherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-8421518443488509642008-05-29T13:53:00.002-07:002008-05-29T13:54:04.211-07:00little beanlittle bean<br />heart just a pumping<br />i'll be there for you<br />and love you<br />and protect you<br />the best that i can<br /><br />today you were seen<br />no more assuming<br />i'll be there for you<br />and love you<br />and protect you<br />i can't wait to hold you in my hands<br /><br />another daddy's little angel<br />pretty and smart like your sisters<br />i'll be there for you<br />and love you<br />and protect you<br />teach all i know<br /><br />in my heart you will dwell<br />as we're surrounded by twisters<br />i'll be there for you<br />and love you<br />and protect you<br />and watch you growherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-57025438001347524062008-05-29T13:53:00.001-07:002008-05-29T13:53:32.492-07:00like leaves on a treemissing teeth in a smiling face<br />holes in a beautiful smile<br />her face to me always gives me a lift<br />i'm too far gone from that place<br />but its only for a little while<br />until I return to God's great gift<br /><br />she runs around with bouncing curls<br />like a broken record she asks please<br />with her arms pumping as fast as they can<br />faster and faster she twirls<br />giggling in until she buckles her knees<br />falling down under the ceiling fan<br /><br />it saddened me as i would drive away<br />i had to leave them far behind<br />i feel like a worthless daddy<br />knowing that at home i can not stay<br />but to be a provided He has assigned<br />to this sad and lonely paddy<br /><br />but the day is coming very soon<br />when i'll walk out this door<br />hop in my truck as happy as can be<br />i will really crank up the tunes<br />taking my last intense drive north<br />not looking back at the huge oak trees<br /><br />walking in the door i hear their voices<br />they bicker and rumble like all siblings<br />a sonic boom comes from across the house<br />running around the corner my oldest rejoices<br />wanting to know what her daddy brings<br />and the youngest one begins to rouse<br /><br />she runs in and joins her sister in a hug<br />their daddy's is now finally home<br />he's there to care and nuture them<br />i wrap them up in me snug as a bug<br />its good to be here no longer alone<br />like a stout tree attached to my stemherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-16403938902574504872008-05-29T13:52:00.001-07:002008-05-29T13:52:59.571-07:00laying in waitinglaying in waiting<br />visions of past skating<br />she longs to return home<br />she feels no longer alone<br /><br />her children tire from care<br />given with love unconditionally<br />visible is the wear and tear<br />but its done traditionally<br /><br />she wishes not to be a bother<br />her offspring quietly protest<br />she prays to our Holy Father<br />to take her so they may rest<br /><br />she's lived a good full life<br />proud of her kin<br />always tried to be the obedient wife<br />though not perfect nor free of sin<br /><br />knowing her time has come<br />she prepares her soul<br />her eyes speak volumes<br />asking for forgiveness to be whole<br /><br />she sees a bright light<br />from her loving past<br />a hand reaches down<br />brings her home at last<br /><br />she walks among friends<br />free of the gravity left behind<br />returned to the home with no end<br />a world beyond mankind<br /><br />grief strikes her children<br />saddened in a darkened existence<br />seeming lost and alone but then<br />remembering the happiness in the distanceherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895653731286204898.post-5263543843501703732008-05-29T13:51:00.000-07:002008-05-29T13:52:26.197-07:00key to my heartshe lifts me up<br />with the touch of a hand<br />just a thought within my mind<br />i cant not withstand<br /><br />nothing pleases me more<br />than to watch her walk by<br />lost in her own world<br />and her head held high<br /><br />a simple smile or<br />the wind through her hair<br />or her calling out my name<br />or choosing what to wear<br /><br />a walk along a beach<br />daytripping to town<br />sitting under the stars<br />my heart i think she found<br /><br />he makes me smile<br />with words that ooze peace<br />for the longest while<br />I am lost in joyful bliss<br /><br /><br />ellie had added this as a reply to the original post at franks<br /><br />everything he is<br />fills me to the brim<br />I feel like I am his<br />he is mine, we are ours<br /><br />a gentle touch to my back<br />warm smile in his eyes<br />even the playful smack<br />of his lips upon mine<br /><br />a goodbye embrace<br />as he runs to catch the train<br />I admire his speed and grace<br />for he has touched my heartherr_dr_nusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03303139788032046698noreply@blogger.com0