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June 6, 2013

It is a Brazen Conflict

if life seems fine then,

it turns always to a brazen conflict.

Something wrong certainly happens that day.


Of course if life tries to be at its worst,

there is definitely a brazen conflict.

With what seems to be precise demands that

the day or DAYS stretch forever, until they come to a STOP.


In this time, somehow the world has imposed itself,

asking for more momentum to…

build that shit up to start over again;I guess I expected to see the world circle round,

religion told me to, so did my parents wisdom, my grandparents drove it home with their unified message about

a brazen conflict and its vapor on love.

Did you not expect it?




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…

June 6, 2009

In My Ears-Lesley

Filed under: love,poetry — peopleandthings @ 9:39 am


In my ears

To swallow

Wish I could be a bird


Compelled to call out perpetually

And eat living things that crawl


Then I could rid the world of evil

But only law does that when it can


Circumstance is unavoidable

When you are a worm

March 27, 2009

What Should You Keep-Lesley

Filed under: aging,Family,Humor,life,love,Parents,poetry,Uncategorized — peopleandthings @ 3:09 pm
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So lately I have started another handwritten diary to my children, kinda like a reflection of my life, my awareness of lessons I’ve learned that they may or may not glean anything from.
     In last night’s entry I said that there are many things I remember about growing up, every strong moment that my parents gave me to become myself, even the shrug of the shoulders when I made mistakes (though those shrugs came with help out of the hole I created if I needed it) the experiences with adventure and such.
     I said, yes, there are many things that I truly appreciate about my parents and how they supported my whims and ways that let me know it was okay to be me, even in my strangeness, yet, what I wish I could have done the most is capture all the many many many times we laughed.
      I wrote that they were such wits as to inspire that in my sister and I.
I DO…I wish I could have captured those times to look back on and appreciate over and over again. There are special ones in my memory, yet there are plenty more where I really do not know what was said and I see us all cracking up; I cry out, “I want to unlock this fucking converstion….I want to be in this conversation again”.
      My childhood was spectacular, inspiring, motivating, and supportive, it made me jump boundaries when I became older that women were still held under in the 80’s and 90’s(even today) and most of all it made me awe at both of my Father and Mothers’ brilliance and humor.
     My Mom thinks she isn’t as funny as us three….but ironically she is…one of the memories about mom that can truly crack me up every time I think about it is when I am pointing fingers and cussing up a storm in high school…at both of them…and I can see the rage in her building until she blurts out…”DO YOU HAVE TO SWEAR LIKE THE REST OF THE GODDAMN ASSHOLES” ….see what I mean?…the room went silent…we all sat there for a moment contemplating her words and all of a sudden all the teenage/parents’ bullshit was gone….and soon after, we laughed for a long long while.

March 8, 2009


Filed under: Happiness,life,love,perspectives — peopleandthings @ 12:04 am

When you are young,
there seems a million ways,
to everything.
Are you at 50(?), half as many.

Reach one hundred,
Still could be something different
at least once. Yeaaaaaaaah.

I workin’ to be there.

December 18, 2008

Piss Your Pants-Lesley


How would that happen?


For many of the world besides the United States, it could be

what  happens when a bomb just exploded-

next door of your house,

instead of across the street,


Or maybe, in the USA

It could be

Some magnificent  theatrical work,


As a kid,

you watch a magician,

pull a rabbit out of a hat,


It could be all of that-

Instead of laugh,

Piss Your Pants.




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-





December 1, 2008

Take This Ring-Anna

Filed under: Happiness,love,poetry — peopleandthings @ 3:48 am

Your laugh can fill these empty walls, along with your smile. Our world, as it is, drags on for miles. My heart ignites with fire at the mere thought of you. There could not be a better high then to be wrapped up with you too. Your kiss melts my knees and lifts my spirits. In these wild dreams I always find my peace. This heart and this mind is for yours to keep. I’ll always give the best to you as to never hear you weep. Your faults are not a concern, only habits you can re-learn. So stay with me through thick and through thin. I’ll always love you no matter what situation we’re in. With this new year we can start over, fresh and clear. Keep in mind your love for me and always be here. If we stick together we can get through anything. So take this as a gift and a promise. Take this ring.

November 19, 2008

Our Winter Wonderland-Anna

Filed under: love — peopleandthings @ 3:06 am

The frost cannot touch your fingers. Those magical music makers you possess. Your cheeks will never go without color. Forever will you feel alive. There will no longer be a need for fire places. We’ll curl up and cuddle, warming each other, body heat to body heat. The cold can never harm you while you’re with me. I will be your shelter from the ice and snow. One kiss can melt away you’re sorrow. Winter can be you’re wonderland if you’re willing to let it. Embrace the beauty of the cold and I’ll warm your heart. We’ll make fire from this love. Come the end of Winter, you’ll wish it to start over again. No other season can compare to the magnificence that is Our Winter Wonderland.

Erotic Love Story-Anna

Filed under: Happiness,love — peopleandthings @ 2:59 am

Imaging in slow motion the way you search for me across the room. I hide behind my fan hoping for you not to find me. My eyes study you as you survey the room and then you are lost in the crowd. Then from behind I feel the warmth of your breath and the soft whisper of your voice. Your arm wraps around mine and you lead me out to dance. Timid in my desire, I hesitate to come forward and take your hand. With no time to make up my mind, you grab at my waist and pull me in.

Waltz around the room holding on so tight as if for dear life. Your hand to my lower back brings butterflies to my middle and my heart jumps. I look up to see your eyes on nothing else but me. I cannot look away. I feel forever stuck in your gaze. My eyes finally then wonder down the curve of your nose to your lips. The very sight at which make my mouth water for your kiss. Tighter you pull so that I can feel every inch of your powerful body against mine. My knees shake at the pure desire I feel. I want to melt into your arms. You spin me around making me dizzier then I am with just the scent of you. I want to fling my head back and let you take me. Take me where we stand, where we dance.

The dance is coming to an end. How I wish to stay here in this moment forever. There you bow and I curtsy. As I turn to walk away and collect myself, I feel your rough hands on mine. You turn me around and escort me to the window. There we are covered by all. Covered so that none can see as you kneel on one knee and ask of me the thing I have longed for most. There you and only you can see the utter delight in my face. You gather your strength and stand to meet my gaze. Your beautiful brown eyes mesmerize me. Through this trance, everything feels like a dream.

Without a word you gently take my hand and pull me to another room. There you place the promise on my finger and kiss my hand. Up my arm your lips continue. My bare chest welcomes your touch. The silk embrace of my dress is gentle as it flows down. I tend to the buttons on your white collard shirt. There I reveal your strapping figure. My fingers lightly caress your solid chest. I am then distracted by your tough hand caressing my skin as you move from my chest to my small fragile neck. As your fingers twist in my hair I grab at you. I’ve never known a want like this. You then grab my hair and pull forcibly to show my neck to your soft full lips. Kissing my neck and caressing my figure, I melt into you. With your hand behind my head you gently lay me down on the large kinglike bed.

I can feel the sure power of you as you take me. In every thrust I moan. My finger nails dig into your sweaty bulging shoulders. My toes curl and my head leans back in this deepest of ecstasy. You put your hand on my chest with your fingers out stretched. Your other hand wrapped around my back. Then slowly you lift me. My breasts caress your face as your arms hold me closer and tighter. Together our bodies are as one. Our legs intertwine and our fingers connect.

Awaken to you. I watch as you sleep soundly. I’m taken back with your manly essence and your strong build. You hold me in one arm and there we lay for the morning sun.

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