The Status Quo
The ebb and flow
Not what you’ve learned
But who you know
Just stay in line
Keep yours, leave mine
Don’t try to win
And you’ll be fine
Work hard each day
On Sundays, pray
Don’t try to rise
And you’re okay
Because you’re free
So drink your tea
Don’t question my
Authority
Few people read my words
(I really don’t know ‘em)
But I keep hoping that
Someone steals my poem
I won’t complain one bit
In fact, I’ll bless the day
My words are good enough
To get stolen away
O valentine
My valentine
Can I be yours?
Will you be mine?
If you will not
Well, that’s just fine
I’ll give myself
This valentine
But if you just
Give me a sign
I’ll jump for joy
And pour the wine
Until you do
I’ll stand in line
O valentine
My valentine
I like tomato juice, I just wish the companies that make it would put less sodium in them, and maybe try using (or at least including) yellow tomatoes to cut-down on the high acid content.
Tomato juice can have positive effects on post-workout energy drinks.
Tomatoes provide the body with vital elements which help him to fully recover after physical activity. Strengthen muscles and normalize blood pressure.
Researchers tracked 15 athletes over a period of two months. They monitor their vital parameters before, during and after exercise.
Nine athletes consume tomato juice after training, and the other six – energy drink.
Results showed that consuming tomato juice recovered much more quickly and muscle glucose levels after strenuous exercise.
Moreover, researchers found that the tomato juice reduces the risk of degeneration of muscleand brain, since it counteracts the build-up of harmful proteins.
Drinking tomato juice reduces oxidative cell damage after exercise, which helps recovery and reduces fatigue and exhaustion.
I’m grateful for
Open hearts and open minds
Compassion and love
Friendships and family
Forgiveness and second chances
Music and natural beauty
Sunrise and sunset
The birds and the bees
A cool breeze on a hot day
And lemonade
Sitting in his recliner
Head tilted back lazily
Footrest extended fully
Talking to himself
His own best friend
Though not by choice
Just the way it is now
The way it has to be
Mind lost in the TV
Watching a filtered world
Not helping to better it
Not contributing much
Detached and disinterested
Or just mildly amused
Passive but not aggressive
Alone but not alone
Once pride did reside
Now a static wall inside
Built to protect both sides
And there he hides
Though not by choice
Just the way it is now
The way it has to be
Your gravity
That evil thing
Ever-present
Always ready
To pull you down
Always ready
To keep you down
Always ready
To stop you from
Rising back up
But overcome
Your gravity
And you triumph
Victorious
Never jumped out of a plane, never ate a rattlesnake
Never won a big lottery, never threw a birthday cake
Never snorkeled on a reef, never washed out with the tide
Never proved that God exists, and, yet, have never died
Shoveling new snow
Tiring not from the weight but
The repetition
Shoveling again
Nature is too generous
With the white stuff
Hopping on the snow
Under the empty feeder
A chickadee waits
Was that a trumpet?
Or perhaps an angry moose?
I just blew my nose
Braving bitter cold
I rush to warm up my car
The snow complaining
In barren branches
Blackbird puffed-up and huddled
Without any friends
This foggy morning
Like snow evaporating
Into the cool air
The full moon hung low
Causing the rooftops to glow
I let my dog out
Nine out of ten cars
Who pull out in front of you
Will also drive slow
Peach and pink morning
Cheerful skies belying the
Coldness of winter
Thin grey clouds racing
Across the full moon’s bright face
I call in my dog
Dark tree silhouettes
Counter pastel morning skies
Beauty in contrast
My bed is so warm
Morning alarm unwelcome
The world is so cold
Lingering daylight
Cold night shrinks a little more
As spring approaches
Hazy lemon sun
Straining to break free of clouds
Snow protests my steps
Snow-covered branches
Midday sun slowly warming
Random snap-crashes
Brush snow off the cars
Shovel driveway and sidewalk
Dog under blankets
Warm under covers
Ice rainbow in my window
I need a snow day
Southbound 6 p.m.
Winter sun fades on my right
Dark creeps on my left
January’s end
Records for snowfall and cold
Thanks, Polar Vortex!
Peek out at my car
No accumulation there
Lying weatherman
Whiteness comprised of
Individual snowflakes
Each lost in the crowd
Church bells are ringing
Prayers from the congregation
As angels take wing
Soaring overhead
Hovering and motionless
Can’t you see me fly?
Horizon’s brightness
Pale yellows meet with bright blues
Tinting day’s last gray
My back is still sore
From yesterday’s shoveling
Hard work now buried
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