April 18, 2011

In honor of the 4 year mark since my divorce, I am going to re-print the poem I shared on the occassion of my 2 year divorce-a-versary:

World’s Shortest Fairytale…

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, “Will you marry me?”  The girl said “No” and she lived happily ever after and went shopping, drank margaritas with friends, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had a closet full of shoes and handbags, stayed skinny, and was never farted on.

The End.


I was sent the following poem by C. “Tillery Banks and  I  wanted to share it because it touched me:

My Tears Don’t Come Cheap Anymore

I don’t want to cry anymore about something that ain’t nothing

the price of my tears comes high now;

They come from a deeper well than before

Filled with visions I have never seen before

Filled with emotions I have never felt before

secrets I’ve nver know before.

Filled with children I have yet to birth

Joys I have yet to live and give

Magic I have yet to perform

Dreams yet to dream

Songs to sing that have not been sung

Dances to dance

And words to rhyme.

The well is deep

No, my tears don’t come cheap anymore.

A Poem for Today

March 3, 2009

I refuse to be intimidated by

reality anymore.

After all, what is reality anyway?

Nothin’ but a collective hunch…

I made some studies, and

reality is the leading cause of stress

amongst those in

touch with it.  I can take it in small

doses, but as a lifestyle

I found it too confining.

                                                            -Jane Wagner

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