Poem – Home

Not sure what I was listening to but suddenly words came pouring out of my head. My muse likes to do that when I am not expecting it. Anyway, thought I would share here and get some feedback if anyone had any.

Home

Home
Where the heart is
Home
Where you hang your hat

Sunny days or Winter snowing
Rain on the rooftops beating a rhythm
Akin to the one deep down in
Your soul like a feel good serum

Home
Where you kick off your shoes
Home
Where the hearth fire’s burning

Big old house on a quiet street
Small apartment high in the city
Country life they say can’t be beat
Ocean views make others giddy

Whatever you call home
Is a special kind of place
No matter where you roam
It’s where they will know your face

100 Followers, what?

Today I logged in and noticed that I reached 100 followers of my blog. I cannot express how incredible it is that 100 other people enjoyed something on my blog enough to follow me so they could see more. The last year has been a real rollercoaster for me. From starting this blog (and not doing much with it till the last couple months), to publishing my first novel; it has been a big year for me literary wise. I want to express my heartfelt thanks to all my followers and I promise to try to keep the poetry and book news coming, as well as branching into more commentary on life and fatherhood in general. Keep fighting the fight my friends.

Under the weather…

My logical brain says that it is merely coincidence, but the more irrational me is blaming Mother Nature for my current condition. Stuffy nose, sinus pressure. coughing, headache on the horizon. She did this to me with her freak late March snow storm. Stupid snow. I delight in its fate as it melts and runs into the sewer drain. That will show that snow. Once it is gone maybe I will feel better. I know it is the cause of my torment.

Why Mother Nature? Why do you inflict this upon your humble son? What offense have I given to you? Speak to me the whole of my transgressions so that I may pay some other restitution than this agony you have inflicted upon me.

She is silent. Leaving me to face my ailments with no glimmer of hope. What a cruel mistress she becomes in times like these. Perhaps she cannot help it. Her moods as wild as the weather we see upon the land. Is she a prisoner of her own power? Mayhaps that is the crux of the problem.

Bound by the weapons she wields. Trapped within the tendrils of her strength like prison bars. The more she pushes, the firmer they become. Pressure building until it explodes like my nose when I sneeze. Mother Nature and I are both prisoners under the weather.

Taking my son to school

I was taking my son to school this morning. I got to the car first because I put the dogs in their outside kennel. I watch him come out the door, backpack strapped on. He approached the car and climbs into the shotgun seat.

He immediately turns to me as he is climbing in and yells, “BLARG” or something like that, like he was a monster coming into the car. “Did I scare you?”

“No, I saw you coming.”

“But you didn’t know I was going to do that.”

“No I didn’t but you didn’t scare me.”

A moment later, we begin one of our favorite ‘arguments’. Somehow we end up with him saying “Silly daddy, Trix are for kids” Referencing the cereal commercial.

“No, silly boy, Trix are for Rabbits.”

This goes on pretty much till we get to school.

Some days there are no words to describe that kid. or the big smile he brings to my face.

Blog Party Declared

So, a great blog that I follow (Thanks John for this great idea, check him out at the link at the bottom) decided to throw a

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For this, we are going to highlight a blog that we follow to perhaps introduce others to them. Share the love folks.

I have been doing this for a little over a year and have met some amazing people in my time on WordPress. One of the best I think I have come across is Kelzbelzphotography https://kelzbelzphotography.wordpress.com/   I have come to greatly admire her strength as she posts so much of what is happening with her personally, not to mention the great pictures she has taken. I look forward to her posts daily so check her out.

Thanks to John over at DoubleUPoet for this great idea. You can find him below.

https://doubleupoet.wordpress.com/2015/03/26/blog-party-declared/

Snow Day

Waking up to snow
On this late March Wednesday morn
Makes me wish for Spring

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The great thaw had come
There was to be no more snow
But it’s here once more

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In cold December
Or even January
We love snowy days

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But now it is March
And the snow is getting old
Please Mother Nature

Bring warmer weather
Campfires, cookouts, swimming holes
It’s all that we want

Inability to Follow Directions…

For anyone in a position that they have to give directives (supervisors, managers, coordinators, or like me, a dispatcher); we rely on people to follow our instructions. If you tell someone, hey, this is all the work I have until after 9am, so start accordingly, you expect them to plan as such. Apparently that is too much to ask of some very entitled people. They just expect you to shortchange the other members of the team in order for them to do whatever they want. How have we ever allowed this type of behavior to continue? And, when said person who cannot follow simple instructions calls; They feel they have a right to be belligerent to the night dispatcher who is following the directions they were given. It is enough to raise a person’s blood pressure to an unhealthy level. Perhaps I should have just left them home instead of making an effort to put some money in their pocket? Sure, it may not be a gravy day full of awesome high paying loads, but I am sure it is better than a day spent holding down the couch. I doubt these entitled individuals ever thought about that.

I try to be fair an upfront with every single one of my drivers. I pride myself on not playing favorites even though there are drivers who will take the bad with the good and those who feel they should only get the good while everyone else suffers. Sadly it seems that my efforts are wasted on a few.

/end rant