Where are the Men
Oh, I know there must be some out there – somewhere. One may be just around the corner but I have come across plenty of bad ones. Not that I’m looking but it’s difficult not to see the drama even if only as a bystander. I know there are plenty out there and I have known many that were diamonds – cut precise with all the attributes of quality that defines a good man. If you have a good man – then treat him good. Allow your man to reach his full potential by praising his many wonderful qualities – by supporting his decisions – by loving him when he’s at his lowest point in life. You need to strive to be his friend; comforter, teacher and lover – a man won’t stray from a good woman and if he does it wasn’t meant to be.
We bash our men, ridicule and humiliate them. We tear them down and then we wonder where are they? Hello! Even a good man can turn bad when he has been torn to fragments. You may be one of those good women that turned bad after dealing with so many bad men. That’s life and dreams are only as real as we strive to make them.
We as women help to build good men – we are the bearers of their birth. Good men aren’t just born into this world, but they grow into good men by having nurturing loving mothers. So remember women play a major role in building good men. If you have sons – teach them to treat a woman like a diamond by setting an example. A male that lives in a home riddled with turmoil – witnessing his mother berate his father ,becomes defensive and tackles each woman he meets as if he was on a football field. We must take responsibility of our sons growth by helping to define all the many qualities that women seek in a strong male.
Is a good man hard to find – I think not. There is a woman waiting to catch what you throw away. You think he’s trash, well it’s possible that she has the erudition to make that chip of a diamond become a karat.

ODE TO LOVE

It was my mistake to love you
My reflection laughed at me
I was a simple misguided fool
False truth a promise to be true
You so concerned with image
That you didn’t know the value
You dance in an attempt to outstage

I am angry, mad at you
That stole and robbed
My youth
I am angry, mad at you
That beat and hit
A firm body
Angry at you
For the winkles
That laced my face
I am angry, mad at you
For taking passion
And replacing it with
Hate
I am angry, mad at you
For venom that filled
My heart
So angry at you
For leaving me
When it was too late
To start again
And sealing my fate

Poetry is music to my ears
Upbeat or classical
It takes away my fears

Poetry is laughter that
Swells in my chest
Surrender life facts

Poetry is love and romance
It’s a walk near the sea
Or you dancing
With me

Poetry is how I feel
Sadness
Happiness
poetry is me

It was my mid-life crisis that gave me a mid-life dream
Built from fantasies -grew from daydreams
Emails –phone calls
Lady luck so near

It was my mid-life crisis that sent me on a mission
To find the key
Hidden from thirty-odd years
Living a lie -as a miserable wife

It was my mid-life crisis that propelled me to gamble
Roll the dice
Hold my breath
And grab lucks hand

Hello World
I am but one person in a vast world – moving closer each day to discover who I am and where I fit into this puzzle called life. I am as minute as a grain of sand – I am as invisible as the wind, that can’t be seen but felt. I am as the rain that washes away the dirt and disappears with the rising sun. I am Serenity that brings peace and harmony as one. I am but one voice waiting to be heard.