Those Shades Looked Better on You


Your smile that day was the last,
when those shades looked better on you.
This the chance?
Sun high, mid-afternoon,
like yesterday,
memorial to me.

Funny, we talked longer, unlike us,
the hint?

A stride from you taken, farewell implied,
it felt no different,
only to you, it was.

My goodbye changed forever,
when those shades looked better on you.


Dandelions to Babes

Out the door, I pick up the pace.
Time to play…no time to waste.

Down the yard, tightrope the curb,
As I zipped up the road, not a “hello” was heard.

Along the path such a pretty site,
Dandelions, Dandelions like a sea of white.

Where did I go you must be starting to ask,
to my childhood friends where my youth was passed.

T’was her mother who greeted me each time at the door,
a humble sweet lady who I will always adore.

I will miss your dear smile for the rest of my days,
miss my best friend’s mother, miss the Dandelions to Babes…RIP


Mildred Organ

Mystery Blogger Award


Once again I have been surprised by another acknowledgement award, completely from left field.  There’s no bigger compliment to my writing and to my bog then a compliment from my peers.  Thanks again Avid Observer, I really appreciate the kind gesture.

Human perspective with inspiration and motivation, you’ll find it all right here at Avid Observer

Kudos to Okoto Enigma for making such an award to celebrate writing and allow all of us bloggers a chance to share a virtual fist bump and promote exposure.

Keep on paying it forward everybody!!!!

Award Rules:

  • Put the award logo on your blog.
  • List the rules.
  • Thank whoever nominated you and link to their blog.
  • Mention the creator of the award (Okoto Enigma) and provide a link as well.
  • Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
  • Nominate roughly 10 – 20 people for this award.
  • Notify your nominees by commenting on their blogs.
  • Ask your nominees five questions.
  • Share a link to your best/favorite post that you’ve written.

Three things about me:

  1. Gym nut;
  2. Not a fan of heights; and
  3. I hate slow walkers.

My Nominees who I have become a fan of, they’re all very talented and each deserve a shout out, they  are:

  1. Orlando Espinosa ;
  2. The Ink Owl;
  3. Ricardo Sexton;
  4. The Evolutionary Mind;
  5. Quiescentlistener;
  6. The Nostalgia Diaries;
  7. The Body’s Heated Speech;
  8. Sparky Jen “No Beatin Around the Bush Allowed!”;
  9. Eliza Rudolf
  10. Beauty Beyond Bones

5 Questions asked of me:

  1. Which famous personality that I would like to meet from the past?Why?
    Answer: John Ritter at the Regal Beetle – come on, cause its Jack Tripper.
  2. One thing that can make my day?
    Answer: Hearing any pun whatsoever.
  3. Lesson I learned that I can never forget?
    Answer: Never fry bacon with your shirt off.
  4. One human trait that I hate?
    Answer: Condescension.
  5. A quote or memo that I truly follow in my life?
    Answer: A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.

5 Questions I leave my Nominees:

  1. Where do you draw your inspiration to write/blog?
  2. What time of day do you prefer to write?Why?
  3. What are you reading?
  4. Favorite writer or blogger?
  5. Worst bout of writers block?

Lastly, I have to say that I don’t really have a favorite post, they are all some bit or piece of me so I truly can’t choose.  I just hope people keep enjoying what I write.

By the Salt


Crusty eyes wake excited,
when mornings are usually slumbered.
Sun stretching, this early.
We leave Theresa with a wave,
that smile.

You and I now,
a trip of bond.
The mist chills my face…
his dory crashing against the lap.
Posture held strong.
My imagination animated by the salt.
Few words spoken but enough was understood.
Cap to his brow, a grin in that cheek.
Surrogate father, my hero.

Piece Of Your Heart


A long time ago we promised a connection.
But we’ve found ourselves adrift, in the other direction.

Alike by the bloodline that flows deep within,
difficult to conceive that we were both born as kin.

I’ve questioned at times for a true explanation,
only blame in retort, without hesitation.

Our bond left abandoned, now way in the past,
the first day we met was also our last.

Free of the burden that it must have been me,
when sometimes in life it’s not meant to be.

So I move on at peace, that I have done my share.
Fate left to you, to show me you still care.

I hope someday, that the piece from your heart,
matches with mine so we can return to the start.