People and Things, a mother-daughter Blog

March 21, 2015


Filed under: Celebration,Humor,irony,life,people,perspectives,poetry — peopleandthings @ 8:54 am
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This poem came from my reflections on Lent

The first time in history

…never exists

But a breech in history

… the nature of things

When you think about yourself

Don’t give any credit,

Because you are stuck between….

What was and what will come

You fucking breech


February 24, 2010


My Childhood was incredible, it set me up to understand the world in some mighty different ways…that is why I can’t ever blame my parents for anything.
This poem is for Anna. Do you regret your childhood, Dear?

Lift* raft,
Lift it,
Hear the fish clapping
It’s a pain,

Circling of elation
I should be thinking about my day,
When is my dad suppose to die?
Pink star ‘Possy” it’s a pane,
Real “it’s a plain pain”,

Left home,
To my talking…
… survive

say…take the colors and patterns
And use them the way your
toes feel in sand,
or snow.
Always, against the wind.
It will show.


Let me point
Fish, birds, flowers, mountain views, and seascapes, eye color and a smile,
heart beats in the hands…

December 24, 2008

Lithesome Tag-Lesley

Filed under: Celebration,Happiness,irony,life,perspectives,poetry — peopleandthings @ 4:11 pm
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The truth is that verse in Ephesians 5 recognizes the differences in males and females in Christian marriage and assigns different roles for. I really like this poem because it is the description between the differences in each for thoughts on romantic sex.

It’s A

Lithesome Tag


No one locates it deep inside

It’s just yours

They can’t find it

Even if they look

Yet, it’s pliant


Then one day some

Bee’s wondering ways

come round

Old in town

Knows where to

Shake it up


Bring you out

Find the spot that

Seems to hide

Just enough

To keep you


in your place,

Your mark


There he flies


For you

Saying the words that


In the dark

With your eyes


And he doesn’t even have wings




No moon light

To show you



Just wringing round

Hearing sounds like

uh uh


Finding peaks half way

Finding buttons

Down rays

Of sparkling dark



Lithesome tag

He realize it

And he’s got you twirling

round and round

His life

Right now


To surreptitious


Yet, with Bee you




Even though it’s still dim

You covet him

Down there

With your lips

You have no wings either

But, delicious


He likes your


For now yet, only hours

Have knowledge

of this place


and no friends can

find any space

to save you



to some

who would not

dare to come

to this hint


you have argued before

that a tag

is for sure

an open door

and now you know



Bee, he’s not through

With you

Just building lag

For your embodiment


When he’s done

When you’ve quit

Are you sure he won’t

Come back

Steal this



its just a lithesome tag

and you wanted Bee

to find it…

December 7, 2008

Scalidi, Scalidi, Scalidi-Lesley

Filed under: Celebration,Christmas,Family,Happiness,love — peopleandthings @ 8:45 pm

The celebration starts with flutes of Moscato d’Asti-white wine and champagne mixed — a fruity, slightly sweet, spritzy wine (Italians drink it on Christmas morning too) — with home-canned vegetable antipasti and garlic-and anchovy-with crusty bread. Pasta, spinach or broccolini  (BROCCOLI) sautéed with garlic and pour a ½ cup of red wine. Gelato and scalidi — Italian fried cookies


 Scalidi, Scalidi, Scalidi

What were you thinking?


Warm bread

Warm fried bread

With honey

Isn’t everything suppose to be with honey

All those recipes


With honey

All those anniversaries

With honey

Give me more




Fried bread


Need the yeast

and the adorning hands

Need the lunch menu


Happen when

the bell Chimes at



you hear it



I can hear it

Fried bread

It’s Scalidi

Fried with honey-





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