My dog is a genius (no, really)I kid you not, my Yorkie is a puppy-prodigy. I have empirical, miracle, bemusing, yet, amusing tales (using "tails", would be gratuitous punning, and I am fully serious - MY DOG IS A GENIUS no really). He is called Vernus, which already makes him exceptionally unique. Even his moniker is steeped... More..
I hold you in my soulYou've been part of my everyday so longEach morning we'd greetEvery night wish one another sweet dreamsAll occasions you'd accompanyFor holidays our plans seamedTogether songs sungSeasons came and wentThe years trickled onHow I revered you "Heaven sent"Until one day it all fell apartA screeching wreck hal... More..
WhenHope turned rancidWhen anticipation turns sour - turn to yourself, don't spoil.The sweetness of your soul can honey coat and cloak you through.Every unanswered phone call,pulls the scab off the wound.Every unreturned email,pangs with humiliation and doom.Reaching out smiling,you are slapped in the face.Hands outstretched,... More..
7:17 pmThe sunset casts a golden hue.Everything glistens pink, bathed in tepid light.Beneath the skies, a salmon imbued glow illuminates all.Surfaces saturate in the warmest of amber tones.Splashed with a glint of gingery hueA carroty sweep of enlightenment ensuesLike a leisurely yawn, luxuriating in unhurried mass over mount... More..
What MattersALL I knowWhat you give out, you get back What you want, you go for -What I have to offerALL I am -Because I put myself fully into my workBecause I believe in possibilitiesBecause I don't settle for mediocrityI give respect I earn successI get what I wantWhat we all wantALL of us to win More..
Title: LastlyLove can blindsideLove can sidetrackIt can shackle, free and shake.Love can thriveLove can liftIt can revive, resurrect and stake.Lastly,Love can.It cannot last.Love can blindsideLove can sidetrackIt can shackle, free and shake.Love can thriveLove can liftIt can revive, resurrect and stake.Love canLove canIt can ... More..
We are not here for long, and only onceThis phrase originated as a quip-quick-glimpse of a vacation memory. But really, this sentence fragment is in it's entirety, an A Priori memory - intrinsic to us all. My manta and title [We are not here for long, and only once] was first uttered upon seeing a sight while far far away fro... More..
We love our friends...The death of a friend is devastating.But, I'm past that.All of my best friends are dead.I loved my friends...Their deaths left me beside myself.But, I'm past that.Clichs kept me company, being inanimate - yet alive in meaning,proving false the air of fair weather friends.Old adages hold strong [as old fr... More..
Behind Double-Latched DoorsHow many mailing addresses have you had in your lifetime?How many permanent addresses?How many library cards, resident park passes, changed locks, doormen, phone numbers?Innumerable? One? An amalgamation of either? None?[No, this isn't a solicitous Century 21 koan.]Moving. Moving means moving forwar... More..
Digging for a limerickI dug down deep and found the strengthI now know I can handle any bentEnduring what has comeAnd what has wentI can learnI can liveI can forgiveBut I cannot forgetThe secret sense that fuels my powerIs a steady stream of regretA limerick I lilt again and again More..
Valerie Cerami
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