People and Things, a mother-daughter Blog

March 21, 2015


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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


March 2, 2011


Filed under: Madness,people,perspectives,poetry,pwaah,sorrow,tolerance — peopleandthings @ 11:22 pm


If you had to escape a nine story building should you dive or jump?
The shirtwaist factory workers made blouses for women. The machines got faster, so did the quotas. Women would be running their material through, accidently some finger would run through too and they pulled rags off their dresses to bandage the wounds WHILE THEIR EMPLOYERS DOCKED THEIR PAY FOR THE NEEDLE THEY BROKE OFF and the time they ‘waist’ed… plus… they locked the doors…it’s so…they.

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…

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 24, 2008

Lithesome Tag-Lesley

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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 14, 2008

Taffeta, Calico, and Seams-Lesley

Filed under: art,irony,life,people,perspectives,poetry — peopleandthings @ 11:33 pm
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The only reason we have cloth at all is because people from the stone age figured out how to weave some of the many fibers they were accumulating after they ate. They were figuring out how to use it not because they needed to; they could have just discarded it, yet they found a use….we are in a world wide depression, I think we should do the same.




A place where pieces join

Sometimes it feels like a

Tear drop


it feels like the rain.




you aren’t trying,

to change,




Like food, clothing, and shelter,

force you forward,



 I Know people have hearts, and they go to Big Lots or other stores that are good to buy simple things…

blankets, baby toys, food….there are a lot of local shelters, try your churches for one toy, one blanket, a few cans of food.

merry Christmas to all of us………

Birth of Christ.

December 3, 2008


Filed under: art,people,perspectives,poetry — peopleandthings @ 5:04 am

In the past you had to be auditory.

That’s how you heard about it,

to understand ideas, people, and things…






they are

three letter sounds and primitive,

in six or two,

who knew,


When the visual learners took over,

back then,

It was like a sonic boom—

after that,

all Hear Sayers were accosted by

Kings with kinesthetic tribes

Who owned


crying out loud



that they saw,



to eye,

yeah, imagine that,

heard everything,

and dead,


visualize vibes,


lives back then

even if it came down to

when certain people were suppose to pass it on,



To pass it on…to ?


leaders watched,

an old world again,

turn upside down.

In 600’s.A.D.



After That(study),

I started to think

It’s always been that,

turned around,

every time,


“What the FUCK do you want me to do about it?”

December 1, 2008


One more peak experiene in my life that happened when I worked in the public library.


There was a group of mentally challenged individuals who visited more than

most patrons. One morning at the information desk, I was asked to come over by one man

who said he wanted me to help him,

to help his friend,

email his mother,

When I arrived at the public computer, a man with cerebral palsy sat infront of the screen


a piece of paper in his hand.

When his mother had phoned last she gave him her email…..nice eh?



One soul

making me cry

Even before

I walked up to him


Sitting there

Looking at the screen


Wanting his mama


His friend

Had come to me

At the desk,

to say,


“My friend

Wants to send

An e mail,

To his




I understood his special needs

But it was

Beyond me

to help them both

Even when I tried 


In fact,

I feel,

I failed.




Yeah me.



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