RV Poetry

I was born to be:

shy, by genes
enabled, by parents
a nurturer, by example
a writer, by need
a procrastinator, by nature
a therapist, by heart
a doctor, by aptitude
a teacher, by want
a brainstormer, by design

I became who I am:

by attitude
by birthright
by timing

and doing
or not.

MeeAugraphie
09/30/08

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Someone other than me, who shall remain nameless, chose to wait until the day before the last day to renew licenses (for the year — and yes, in most instances we could have done it on line, but not this once).

We drove to the nearby tavern to have a quick lunch – and they were not open weekdays for lunch. Already heading in the direction toward the county office, we went the many miles there next. On this day they had all license types in one long snaking line, reminiscent of Disney World. We got within three people of the front – a nice woman came up to speed up the process, oops, we were handed paperwork to take to the city FIRST. (Not the way the previous county did it.)

It was well after two and we had not had lunch – and had chosen to have Starbucks instead of breakfast.

We drive all the way East and North to get to the city, see few parking spaces, grab the first we see. Of course, it is hot and muggy and I despise heat. The city blocks are numbered differently than normal. Two grumbling stomachs entertain us for three sweaty blocks. It is only around three – and they are closed. They picked this week to close at noon – the entire week before the end of the year for licenses.

So, we walk to the sandwich shop she suggested and it smelled, the other one was a bakery and had little out except for more pastries. I needed food, real food. Now four blocks back to the car. We jump in and drive back to an almost deserted, but rather upscale restaurant – Amici Ristorante & Bar. I asked the waiter to have the chef make me something vegetarian that was the least amount of effort at that odd hour.

Rigatoni with tomatoes, asparagus, spinach, mushrooms, bufala mozzarella, etc. It was great. Leon had Tonno Taormina. So, our poorly scheduled day, our missed lunch, the office closed: it all lead to a new restaurant! And we got the scoop on the quietest nights to return.

Some day, someone will remember I am right often — before they try the other way. Yeah, right. But, you know what, we actually had a great day.

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Come on! The election to the presidency of the United States should not be about woman, man, black, white, young, old, or rock ‘n roll or lack thereof.  It is about qualifications.  

Yes, it would be wonderful to know people in our country have progressed from the “old” days to see beyond color or sex — but it would be even better to know the masses are not voting for someone just because they are of one color or one sex.  

Obviously we cannot know exactly what a candidate will do or who they will become once power becomes theirs, but we can make intelligent decisions; we can look for clues; we can think with our head rather than our emotions that have done us so poorly in other areas of our lives.

Granted you need to make your own decision; granted we should be excited about the accomplishments made by a minority in this country, be it color or sex; granted we should be proud of any good they have done, but that does not mean they are qualified to make decisions, especially decisions that may go against all their advisors when they know they are wrong.

This is not time for examining your hearts, but using your heads – or instincts, if you are one who has learned to recognize yours. Save your heart and raw emotion for your relationships and charity toward other human beings.

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The Rule of One

broken promises
unrequited love
indifferent reactions

worth ignored
changes unnoticed
needs unmet

be it intentional
as in lack of care
or unintentional
as in self-absorbed

or… merely procrastination
on automatic pilot

the damage is done
as the non-receiver
must dig deep to find
just cause for non-depression

when all facts point at little worth.

MeeAugraphie
09/28/08

There is a bit of good lurking in this sad little poem, did you find it?

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Suggestions of a Life Lived

Paper flowers
dresses torn
carefree showers
rotten corn

none seem so right or wrong as a

child’s toothless grin
or a gentleman’s scorn.

MeeAugraphie
09/27/08

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