Tag Archives: love

Poem: Not as she’d hoped

The same argument every day

Who is the better person

Who is more loving

Cloaked in words like

Dishes and laundry, and bills

And when will you be home

Frustrated

She was sure she was right

Sure that he’d soon agree

But he didn’t

She ran out of words

All that was left was

One tomato sitting on the counter

Not ripe yet, which was better than she’d hoped

A bit large though, which was worse than she’d hoped

She threw it at him anyway

With a scream added in for dramatic effect

Today’s argument was over

But not as she’d hoped

 

About the poem:

It’s hard to prove that we’re all that, when all we got is anger. This is true for spanking or yelling at our kids, spouses, students, anyone. Anger is not being strong. It is a lack of skills or creativity, or both. Let’s develop those skills and use our creativity to come up with a better world.

Poem: Teach Me, Kiwi

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Teach Me, Kiwi

Whether others see me
As ugly or beautiful
How
To get sweeter
Juicier

To give joyfully
Without regret
Exquisitely
Until the last drop

Teach me, kiwi

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About the poem:

This week, I’ve been eating ripe ripe ripe kiwis. I break them open and eat them like a cavewoman. And feel like a woman. I wondered if the kiwi was sad to be finished. But no, it didn’t feel like that at all. It was like it was screaming in triumph. I want to go out like that, juicy and screaming in triumph! “The end!”

About the author:

Life is meant to be fun. If you didn’t notice that day, you died one day early. Books on Amazon and Kindle.

Poem: Sugar is Not Love …a Haiku

Sugar is not love
It’s just a crutch I lean on
When I am not strong

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About the poem:

Emotional eating is the vice I have to keep an eye out for. Having gained 30 pounds twice in my life, and lost them, I know it’s sugar, not whiskey, not cocaine, and not cigarettes, that is my weakness.

Today was Teacher’s Day. I usually don’t buy much in the way of cakes, so was kinda looking forward to some. But alas, there was none.

On a day like today, I teach six hours in a row with 5 minute breaks between classes, and handful of almonds to keep me going. So, I’m a bit low sometimes by 9:10 pm when I finish.

So, when I went home, and made myself a little brownie thingy (I have no oven, so I used the skillet), I can label this accurately as emotional eating.

I recently heard Dr. Christian Northrup say, “Emotional eating is the not the problem. It’s the solution.” That’s what it was tonight. I know that eating a brownie has nothing to do with love and appreciation. But, I couldn’t figure out a way to just get past that. So, I added ground whole grain muesli, and egg for more protein, so it was as nutritious as possible.

When I am weak, a brownie is a crutch. It doesn’t give my body what it’s really craving, which is nutrition. And, I know it’s not love and I’m not gonna wax poetic about a gooey processed concoction.

When I am stronger, I eat something that is actually good. Something that actually is love, like some veggie-packed dinner or juice, that helps me get stronger. And that I can wax poetic about, and sometimes do!

Poem: Falling in Lonely?

Falling in Lonely?

I’m not lonely now

If I fall in love with you

Will I be lonely then?

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About the poem:

It takes a strong person to take responsibility for their own emotions. Am I strong enough to do this, when in an intimate relationship? That, I don’t know. I’d say, so far, the results have been inconclusive! Is it fair to enter a relationship, if you can’t? Or does the relationship provide you the way to become strong? Hmm

About the author:

C’mon! Let’s enjoy the day! Joan Gregerson writes books and blogs about her ideas of how to do just that. What is on your to do list that is more important than that?

Poem: U-aholic

I’m a u-aholic

And you’re a me-aholic

But with us

It’s like being addicted to

A glass of water

Or a morning stretch

Or sliced cucumber

 

I’m addicted to you

And you’re addicted to me

But we have no jittery side effects

No plans of kicking the habit

 

One often says I love you

The other says, I love you, too.

 

And after a few days

One says, I miss you.

The other says, I miss you too.

One says, Let’s go for a walk!

The other says, Yes, when?

 

These simple words between us

Make us simply

Best friends

 

About the poem:

With some people, you just click. With a friend like this, there is no drama, no trauma. Keeping in touch is not a chore. Hanging out is not a bore! It’s sooooo simple, it’s hard to say exactly why. I just know that these easy friendships are the most beautiful: least effort and most rewarding.

Having and giving time for friends is never a small gift. It is always priceless.

About the author:

Joan Gregerson writes about walking, talking and healing in books (on Amazon and Kindle) and on her bloggity-doggity-woohoo-shmoggity. I’m just asaying. Let’s have a little fun before we die. Every day. Please. Thank you!

 

Poem: Why you never called

Whew, that’s a relief!

No amnesia

No Alzheimers

No car breakdown

No mental breakdown

No broken fingers

No broken phone

No lost wallet

No lost number

No prison stay

No hospital stay

No abductions by kidnappers

No abductions by aliens

Really glad!

(Well,  it’d be cool to be abducted by aliens

But other than that)

Uh…

Just wondering though

Why you never called

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About the poem:

I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. But, finally, when there is no doubt and we realize we’ve been blind, that’s when it’s time to laugh at ourselves. Here’s some optimism and sarcasm, all mixed in one! Opticasm? Sarptimism?

 

Poem: Hell and No

Is today heaven or hell? I decide

Is today heaven or hell? I decide

Hell and No

Do I love you enough

To let you go?

Heaven and Yes.

Or Hell and No.

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About the poem

Big love is freedom and heavenly. When I can do it, life is easy.

When I can’t, I create a feeling of struggle for myself and usually someone else. It’s that feeling of struggle that is my notice to pause and adjust. I start by asking myself, “Is my thinking stirring up problems, where none exist?”

This letting go can be accepting an “I need my space” break, a break up, or adjusting to a move or death.

When I can take a light, amused look at my day, that ‘ Hell, no!’ stubbornness softens into ‘Yes!’, and miracles tumble playfully into my life.

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About the author

Joan writes books and blogs about how tuning in to inner peace can help you have a heck of a lot more fun in life. Books available on Amazon and Kindle!

Poem: Uh oh, were there thorns? …a Haiku

Were there thorns

I tossed you a rose

You caught it, then winced and bled

Uh oh… were there thorns?

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About the poem:

Sometimes we think we are giving pure love. But, it’s not received that way. Hmm. That happens. There’s no use getting stuck in guilt.

Just learn from the experience, and think twice before repeating the same action. You can’t always predict other’s reactions. Allow the fact that either you really did something wrong, or the other person may be reacting to some  unhealed wound or complicating issues you don’t know about.

Either way, learn, forgive, take healing steps, and stay loving. That’s enough.

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About the author:

Joan has thrown many thorny roses in her lifetime, all with the best intentions! Read her books on Amazon.com and her blog about how to enjoy life by tuning in to inner peace.

Poem: Love is the Subject

2010-12-20 Writing Class

English

Science

Calculus

Class

Just

An excuse.

Love is the subject

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About the poem:

I know now that teaching is just an excuse to hang out with cool people. It’s a precious opportunity to love them and be loved. Realizing that love is a teacher’s top priority makes things richer, clearer. It’s similar to how shooting hoops with friends is not really about winning the game of H-O-R-S-E; it’s about spending fun, important, bonding time with friends.

When a student enrolls in class, the end goal is to have a good life …one filled with love and purpose. But, if our focus is love, appreciation and encouragement, we can deliver that moment, now!

About the author:

Joan just really, really hopes you figure out how to enjoy your life before it’s over. She writes books and blogs about this very important, fun topic!

Poem: Time is NOT money

Time is NOT money

Time is love, time is life now

To make love, make time

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About the poem:

A belief that has been passed down is untrue.  Saying, “Time is money” is like saying “A person is money ” or “Life is money.”

If time is anything, time is love. It is the opportunity to love, to learn love, to teach love, to be love in the present moment. Time is what gives us the chance to play, to climb a tree, to hold hands, to talk.

In Korea, this is a repeating challenge as free time is often seen as an unaffordable waste of time. Hmmm

If you think your purpose is to love, to be love, making time for people is the way to do it, to be it.

Playing in the sand

Poem: Puppy Wisdom NaPoWriMo 28 …just run up to her and befriend her!

Puppy Wisdom

After waiting months to run into her

You finally do

Shy

You say hi

Then open your door

Rushing to disappear

Hurrying to begin waiting again

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But

Your puppy darts out

Runs to her

Paws at her

Jumps up on her

Forcing you to go to her

Talk to her

–

She is going for a walk

You say goodbye

And head back to your door

–

But

Your puppy

Runs after her

And into the elevator

Sits down beside her

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A few laughs

More rushed words

Then

She descends alone

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Your puppy in your arms

You close the door behind you

Both of you now waiting…

Full-on puppy-style waiting

For her

For next time

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About the poem

Sometimes I just write down a funny story a friend tells me. Like this one. Why be shy? Just run up to her and befriend her if you want to! In each step, we act out of love or fear. Choose love! It’s just more fun!

About the author:

Joan Gregerson hopes you will lighten up, give up worry and fear, and love like a puppy …with abandon and nothing to lose! She blogs and writes books about this. Her books are available on Amazon and Kindle. She is having a blast writing a poem a day for April National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Poem: A Palace Not a Prison …a Haiku NaPoWriMo 26

It’s not a prison/

Princess waits for you to wake/

See, it’s a palace!/

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About the poem

Kids know how the adults that care for them feel. If you are always overwhelmed and trapped by parenting, and pushing your young children away from you, they will feel this. Can you find a way to enjoy your time with your young ones? Play on the floor with your kids. Go to the park together. Read a book in bed. They want that cozy, loved feeling. Like you did as a kid.

The same goes for us teachers, childcare workers, and for us in all of our relationships. Let’s give up that sense of martyrdom and really enjoy our interactions. Our time together is brief and precious!

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About the Author:

Joan Gregerson writes because it feels great, and she hopes to share a nugget here and there that she picked up over the last 52 years on earth. Check out her blog, and buy her books on Kindle and Amazon!

Poem: Same Moon – NaPoWriMo 25

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Same Moon

You might think I’d feel empty

But I’m okay tonight

Without seeing you

Without holding your hand

Without hearing your laugh

I’m okay

Knowing we’re under

The same moon

I’m not empty without you

I’m full of love

Under this full moon

The same moon

With you

 

About the Author:

Joan Gregerson writes books and blogs in the hopes that some tidbit she shares will brighten your day, or perhaps transform your life! Her books are available on Amazon and Kindle.

Poem: No One to Hate …#PrayforBoston and all of us – Day 20 of NaPoWriMo

No One to Hate

Setting off bombs that ruin happy celebrations?

I have done that

Leaving landmines in my wake, that harm innocents that follow me?

I have done that

Threatening to hurt if I don’t get my way?

I have done that

Greedily taking what wasn’t mine?

I have done that

Turning away instead of responding to your call for help?

I have done that

I don’t see terror

With my eyes

I see what you see

When I see you

I see me

I can find no one to hate

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About the author

Joan Gregerson hopes you will find a way to forgive yourself and others, to tune in to inner peace, and love and laugh today. She writes books and blogs about this.

Poem: I Will Keep Trying …a Haiku

I will keep trying /

I tried giving up, but then /

Love’s knocking again

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About the poem

Relationships are where we hash out the spiritual evolution work that needs to be done. I don’t have relationship drama anymore, except very rarely. It is these rare relationships that challenge me. I was not satisfied with the advice friends gave, to give up.  I tried that though, indeed, I tried to give up.

But, then, I thought, I need a super-mentor now. So, I went to the mountain. My mentor, a Buddhist nun, counseled me differently than others.  She told me to let go of friendship as a transaction. You just want to see someone as their Light. That’s it.

With this approach, all the stories drop away. I can’t get hurt by loving someone. I can’t order a made-to-order friend online to meet my every specification (…or can I! haha).  I can appreciate the love we share. Yep, that’s it.

Go to him. Talk. Go often. …that’s the message I got. That’s what I’m doing now and it seems to work. I’ll probably relapse a few times into neediness. But, I feel a heck of a lock better trying, than when I simply give up.

I find no peace when I give up on love.

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About Joan

Joan Gregerson hopes you will choose to give up worrying and enjoy life! Author of:

Poem: Out of Touch …a Haiku

Hugged by a stranger/
But no hugs between us, friend? /
Why so out of touch? /

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About the Poem
Joan Gregerson lives in South Korea where hugs pop up often enough to know they’re do-able, but rare enough to think about making a Free Hugs sign! Even between friends, hugging is less common than a two-handed wave goodbye and slight bow. After living in Ghana, Joan is a nut about love, hugs and time together, and tends to drive her busy Korean friends crazy.

About the Author
Joan hopes you will learn how to give up worrying, and take ownership of your life. Her two books on Amazon are designed to guide you in this fun transformation.

Poem: Enough

Enough

When I see you as light

Enough is enough

About this poem

This poem is simply the wise words I heard from my mentor. To see someone as his light helped me resolve a months-long problem in a relationship.

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Joan Gregerson hopes you will choose to give up worrying and enjoy life! Author of: