A place to show my work
I’ve decided that tomorrow I’ll redesign my blog. If it doesn’t turn out the way I want, I can always revert it back to the previous version. If I don’t make this change, it’ll just linger in my mind and drive me crazy! 😂
Today was a pretty laid-back day, which was nice after such a hectic week—or really, a hectic month. I took some time to relax, something I haven’t done in a while.
Yes, I have had the opportunity to perform many times throughout my life. In elementary school, and continued through high school, where I became actively involved in both concert band and marching band.
“True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.” —Unknown
Physical activities and exercise aren’t usually my forte, and I recognize that I should incorporate more of it into my routine. However, if I had to choose an exercise, swimming is definitely my favorite. When I’m in the water, it hardly feels like a workout at all.
In the past, I also enjoyed step aerobics; I took a class back in college and found it to be quite fun. Lately, I’ve developed a bit of interest in boxing, especially after witnessing a demonstration at a work event. It sparked my curiosity!
As I sit here, I find myself contemplating yet another redesign of my blog. None of the layouts I’ve tried so far truly speak to me. There’s another one I’ve been eyeing, and maybe I’ll give it a shot. Who knows—perhaps it’s the artist in me that resists settling, or maybe I’m just a little indecisive.
On a brighter note, I had the chance to watch my niece’s school dance performance today, and it was wonderful. I really enjoyed seeing her on stage with her classmates, and it felt special to leave work early just to be there.
I couldn’t think of a rhyme for “singe,”
My thoughts are scattered, feeling quite unhinged.
I aimed to be clever, to craft something slick,
But my poetic skills feel burnt, thick, and quick.
In my mind I searched, through shadows and light,
Hoping to find a word that felt right.
Yet all that I found were echoes of lack,
No dashin’ good phrases, just a dim track.
So, I’ll wrap up my poem with a humorous quip,
Hoping you liked it, despite any blip.
For poetry’s journey is often a race,
And sometimes we stumble but still find our place.
Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com
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When words don’t come out
Never try and force them all
Or you’ll lose your mind
Silence can sometimes bring peace
To bring back the words that we need…
-AAA/MAD
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“Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.” —Earl Nightingale
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.” —Henry David Thoreau
Eyes see beyond sight,
Imagining what can be,
Unveiling the future,
Like waves upon the sea.
Dreams float in my mind,
Hope whispers soft and near,
With each little step,
I can face all my fears.
In moments of chance, serendipity illuminates unexpected paths, leading us to genuine joy & connection.
In the springtime breeze,
Fragrance of cherry blooms,
Delicate whispers,
Nature’s gentle embrace found,
Moments linger, softly held.
“It’s not the will to win that matters—everyone has that. It’s the will to prepare to win that matters.” —Paul Bryant
Their fragrance so sweet, a soft tease,
Brings forth smiles and whispers with ease.
In gardens adorned,
Where dreams are reborn,
Nature’s beauty is sure to appease.
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The magician scoffed
And she disappeared in smoke
Never seen again.
Magic words never said again
To live in peace and not mocked.
-AAA/MAD
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