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


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?



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…

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

Saturday Morning 1970-Lesley

Filed under: art,Family,life,poetry — peopleandthings @ 12:43 am

I live far, far away from my dad

(and my mom)

But I think he chose

to wrestle exotic snakes.

Now that I think back.


She was probably mad,
because she felt exotic too.

 And seasons that

I did not understand.

I will only remember that morning for what

It is.



January 29, 2009

Ode to John Updike-mama mama mia mama mom just be there if you do not mind-Lesley

Filed under: art,life,people,poetry — peopleandthings @ 5:05 am

Meeee maaaa mima my mia no naaaaa no anybody
just me I think…
I think that has it pretty straight
For now

Could go to
any possibilities

See bueno see- si estar
yeh bueno
Right,then left,

Si beuno,
forgot about them too,


there must be…
to put it

I think our children will all say,

Go to0 far
See it’s easy

when it’s put in to words,

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 20, 2008

FORTRAN, formula translator-Lesley

Filed under: art,life,Madness,poetry — peopleandthings @ 4:45 pm
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So I am worried about my son going to Costa Rica with his asshole dad

who last year tried to throw him in jail in an airport, brought the cops up to question him

about nothing…they finally asked my boy…is this man bothering you?


Now because of some quirk of money the dad, mother fucker, can afford to take him to Costa Rica, and against my own apprehensions I said it will be a good experience……..kinda…..if the boy is arrested in an airport out of the country what do I do?





Angle to the left

not knowing what’s next

It’s something I want to say


I don’t fucking

Care what day


I don’t FUCKING  care


Isn’t that what you said

To me over an over again

I do care…


In some forbearing way




only relative


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