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Weird

I’m comfortable enough to show you my weird.

I hope you never think less of me because I do.

It means I can be myself, and I trust you.

We all hide our crazy, our insane,

We can’t live life if everyone thinks we’re nuts.

At least my weird is just kind of annoying.

Probably even socially awkward and such.

I sing in the shower,

run around with my hair a mess,

Chubby around the middle,

But check out these breasts!

I tell dad jokes, although I’m a girl,

And giggle at cat pictures

and hug mine until they purr.

I have a dark side, which you’ve seen,

Walk around questioning everything,

And go through laziness to OCD swings,

But you can laugh at it from your end,

And hopefully smile too, knowing that,

I would accept your weird too.

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Well, One More Day

Happiness and joy lighten my heart.

Good news as we hear progress is made.

She’s eating, she talking, she’s standing too!

Amazing how bleak our world became

Just two weeks ago. Now, some progress.

Miles left to go, but with each positive step,

We breathe a little easier.


Dedicated to anyone who has family dealing with a long term illness. I wish them a speedy recovery.

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Humanity

Likes. Stars. Sharing of memes.

Snippets, sound bytes, pictures, no more.

Does anyone still crave real conversations?

There’s only so much time to accomplish

A million things each and every day.

What would happen if we slowed down,

Took hours to walk among nature,

To breathe fresh air, hold hands,

To turn off the TVs, computers and phones,

Turn back on our… humanity?

Would we realize all the things,

The things we really don’t need?

Would we discover we are just

Compensating for what we truly miss?

Human Connection.

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Coincidence

A grass covered field laid out before the explorers. No man had traveled here in ages. Eons had passed, and the technology had advanced.

Jon tossed up the drone which floated above the field. “Mikaela, come look!”

Mikaela stepped next to Jon. “What did you find, Riggs?” She peered over his arm at the display. Large rectangular patterns appeared in the grainy overlay. “It that…a town square?”

Riggs shook his head yes. “Looks like the old western towns from when the Americas were being settled by the Europeans.” He directed the drone to change position. “See that?”

Mikaela saw an elongated triangular shape on the screen. “That looks like a Church…oh, what’s it called…a steeple?” She questioned herself.

Jon began walking across the clearing toward the steeple. He turned back and waved at Mikaela to follow.

“There should be a graveyard near the church. We should find some remains near there,” Jon stated matter of factly. Jon steps quickened as he neared the spot.

Mikaela raced to keep up with him. His legs, longer than hers, gave him an advantage. When they finally arrived at the spot and stopped, she drew a sharp breath.

The drone floated overhead. Jon turned to Mikaela. “The markers were usually made of wood, but we might luck out if we can find some made of marble. Those will be engraved.

Skillfully, Jon guided the drone into the air, scanning the plot of land to the south of the church steeple. Rectangular patterns started to appear as the radar and X-ray scanned the ground. “I need to adjust the intensity. We may be able to see remains.”

The fuzzy images of what appeared to be skeletons started glowing in the display. “We’ve got something! Look, two skeletons entwined!” Jon looked at Mikaela. “Let’s start there.”

Jon made a beeline for the spot. Then he paused and looked back. He called out, “What are you doing, Mikaela?”

She looked at him confusedly. “Where are the graves? I don’t want to step on them.” It was a custom her family carried forward. “We shouldn’t walk over the bodies. Where’s the pattern?”

Jon thought it was silly but sweet. It wasn’t a custom he’d heard of. He looked over the diagram on his screen. “Okay, go left three steps. Now turn and walk directly to me.”

Mikaela took a ragged breath as she stepped over the vine covered graveyard. She finally caught up to Jon.

“Okay, follow me.” Jon guided her to a plot near a maple tree. He shivered and looked at Mikaela.

Mikaela approached and stepped beside Jon. This time, she shook to her core and looked at him. “Tell me we aren’t standing in a grave.”

He focused the drone overhead. “Step back a step and then one to the right. We were on the edge of the grave I wanted to check out.”

She stumbled through her next words. “The the story I have, have been told is that if you step, if you step on your own grave, a chill will go up your spine.” Mikaela wrapped her arms around herself looking for warmth.

Jon brought the drone down to sit on the ground next to him and arched his eyebrow. “Really, funny we both felt it. I think it was just a cool wind blowing through.” He smiled reassuring her.

They looked over the footage the drone took. Jon pointed out a small rectangular shape. “I think that’s the headstone. Do you have the excavator?”

Mikaela pulled a small barrel shaped rod and pushed a few buttons. The device floated over the ground. “Jon, you can take control.”

Jon guided the excavator to remove the layers of soil which buried the stone. Only a few inches covered the headstone. Soon, the gray and white veining of the marble became apparent.

Mikaela and Jon walked over and read the inscription. The date was not readable. They paused and stared at each other a moment. “That’s not possible…” Jon slowly spoke. “This slab is hundreds of years old.” He read the inscription again.

Riggs

Jonathan & Mikaela

Devoted Partners

Their Love is Now Among the Stars

Mikaela froze, then she giggled and scoffed, “Wow…that’s uh, quite a trick there Riggs.”

“No trick. I,” Jon paused and shook his head, “I don’t understand.” he stared intently at Mikaela.

Her eyes locked with his. At least it wouldn’t be a bad way to go… Then Mikaela waived it off, “You know, Riggs could just have been a popular name in this area.”

Jon grinned in agreement, “Yeah, that’s it. Just a big coincidence!”

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Sunday Mornings

Good morning my sweet,

Rub the sleep from your eyes.

Curl up beside me, hold me close.

Listen to all the beauty outside.

Birds chirp happily,

flying through the branches,

The wind softly blows,

The leaves rustling about.

Hold me close, hug me tight,

As I drift back to sleep in your arms.

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War

War. A foreign land wanting superiority.

Innocent lives retreating to safety.

Destruction just to show one’s might.

The whole world knows this isn’t right.

Ugliness like this should be lost,

There’s too much toll and human cost.

I don’t understand the whole story,

But hope they resolve this in a hurry.

I fear it’s all about power, land, and oil,

The greediness just makes my blood boil.

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Mind Stream

Ruby reds, sapphire blues,

Emerald greens among other hues.

I don’t know which is my favorite,

How about you?

Isn’t it funny, as children we pick

Some of our favorite things…

Some of these change,

while others follow us through.

I have hated and loved tomatoes,

But can rarely go without ketchup,

Yes even on eggs or Mac-n-cheese…

I know, I know, that’s weird.

I’ve loved writing as a kid,

then hated it as I grew

when it became something I had to do.

I’m back to enjoying it now, thank you.

Seriously, you know who you are,

Thank you.

I still like to watch birds and other creatures

Who fly high into the clouds.

I thought I might be an ornithologist,

But another calling called,

Then lost me somehow.

So on I go babbling,

This stream catching my thoughts,

swinging my legs from this hammock,

Looking for peace that can’t be bought.

The sun is setting, the evening is cooling.

The sky is getting dim.

I guess it’s time for me to head in.

Happy weekend to all;

And may you find your dreams within.

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🌷 Tulips 🌷

Tulips were his favorite.

I learned this after his death.

Dad plants fresh bulbs each year

By his headstone. It’s what he wanted.

I remember tulips in the yard,

Along the side of their house.

I always thought they were pretty,

But I thought they were for grandma.

Maybe they were for both of them.

I get a bunch now and then

In his memory, then I smile.

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Nap Time

Walk gently past her, trying not to disturb.

She hears the movement still and

Raises her sleepy little head.

A soft touch on her forehead

Elicits a tender little blink of her blue eyes,

Then she settles back down for more sleep.

Tiptoeing away, I look back and smile.

Sweet dreams little one.

Sweet dreams indeed.

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Finding It

Ages had passed since any human had seen Earth, but this one place stood out when peering down from the heavens. The shuttle landed in a vast fields of flowers in a clearing beside the majestic mountains.

The pilot and her crewman stepped out and extended their arms. Scanners glowed from their wrists.

“Riggs, we picked up the signal from this clearing. It must be here,” the pilot stressed each syllable.

Jon looked over at her. She had no idea how the sun looked against her normally brown hair. Streaks of auburn glistened. He caught himself before getting too lost. “Yes, ma’am. We will find it. Do you want me to scan over there Captain Wynn?”

“We’re off ship. Call me Mikaela. And yes. I’ll head over here,” Mikaela nodded her head, motioning to the opposite direction. She knew dropping decorum could be revealing, but she felt it was time.

They continued to scan the field. Jon made his way to the edge, but his scanner didn’t pick up anything. He turned when he heard a jubilant yell from behind.

“I think I found it. It’s over here!” Mikaela hollered across the field. She stood among some tulips, a rare find among this rare field of flowers.

Jon made his way though the waist deep field full of mountain jasmine. A heady fragrance filled the air. As he approached, the floral varieties changed. “It’s as if this were once a botanical garden,” he observed as he approached Mikaela. Then he stopped in his tracks. He made out a familiar shape from the tulips surrounding Mikaela. “Don’t move! No danger, but I have to capture this!”

Jon deployed a small drone to the air. It captured images and video of the ground below. He watched from a small monitor on his wrist.

If they weren’t on a scientific mission, he would get lost in the beauty of it all. Mikaela stood at the bottom point of a red heart shaped grove of red variegated tulips. It was amazing to see.

Jon recalled the drone and walked along the edge of the tulips. As he approached Mikaela, he inquired, “What did you find?”

Mikaela bent down and softly rubbed away the dirt and grass covering a marble monument with a metal plate. On it, it said:

Never to be lost. Never to be forgotten. Long after life has passed away, true love will always remain. Love will always bloom.

Mikaela looked up at Jon, a lone tear rolling down her cheek and a trembling smile. Jon looked at her with a different smile. Now, he knew.