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An eclectic assortment of writings Intended to celebrate the imagination And which aspire to ignite imaginative travel. I extend them as offerings to the reader As a tribute to contemplation And remembrance. So come sit beside me If only for a short while...

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	22 avril 2012
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781937520793
Langue	English

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Souvenirs
Poems that celebrate the imagination

By
Cudalina Anna
Souvenirs
Poems that celebrate the imagination

By
Cudalina Anna

ISBN 978-1-937520-79-3
Published by
First Edition Design Publishing
March 2012
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

Copyright, 2012 by Culadina Anna

Cover Art and Design by Deborah E Gordon
Edited by Marcy Messick

Also available in print.
9781937520694 – Paperback
9781937520786 - Hardcover

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means – electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, scanning, or other – except for brief quotations in critical reviews or articles, without prior written permission of the publisher and author.
The comments, opinions and viewpoints presented here are solely those of the author as derived from her personal experiences.

Library of Congress Control Number
2012935525
Crazy Codgers Club

i’m an old codger now
whose earned the right to be wrong
without your permission
and despite any protest song.

i can thumb my nose at all the old rules
and design some of my own
to suit the mood of this old codger
for when i am alone.

i’ll sleep till i don’t
and pay no attention to time
i’ll do what i want
with myself in mind.
i’ll snooze in my chair
or stay up all night
i’ll sway to the stereo
until morning light.

when daylight arrives
i’ll wear what i grab
my bright yellow shirt
and high-waisted pants
along with my slippers
so not to be drab.
i’ll slip on my whistle
that hangs from its chain
my own personal ornament
for my own private gain.

i’ll parade down the sidewalk
with a flamboyant air
they’ll think me eccentric
for modeling my wares.
i’ll not care about those gawkers who stare
at my custom-made ensemble.

i’ll replace the lunch menu
with chocolate cake that winks at me
and leave some on my face
for others to see.
don’t be embarrassed for me
i have no regret
i’ll wear it with pride
not cus i forget.

on my way home
i’ll step on every crack
spit on the sidewalk
antagonize each dog in my track.
pluck a flower from a strangers garden
a newspaper from a front yard
i won’t mind my own bees wax
that would be too hard.

when i get home
i’ll start that new club
defiant is, as defiant does
i’ll make myself president
you wait and see
of the crazy codgers club
myself, and me.

i’ll write what i want here
cause i got the pen
don’t care about your permission
just remembering when.
The Long Road Traveled

This old body of mine
continuing on its grueling journey
over hill and dale
and back again.

The wounds endured a many
the battle scars aplenty
the injuries still complaining
as you limp thru life's uninterrupted challenges
all skinned up.

Your energy noticeably declining
your enthusiasm waxing and waning
protesting further cooperation
as this soul's seat
crumbles
from the ravages of time
and the long road traveled.
The Joys of Being Imperfect

When my hair turns white
i’ll say it is snow
on my rooftop.

I’ll refer to my brown age spots
as gravy stains.

The lines on my face
as barbed-wire fencing.

The blue, blood veins
under my paper thin skin
as road maps.

And maybe I’ll tell them
to throw a parrot
up on my hunched back
for decoration.

I’ll view these matters
with wild optimism,
a grateful balm for my wounds
for when my hair turns white.
Autumn of My Life

Just as the rhythms of the seasons
ebb and flow in nature,
so too, exist the seasons of our lives.

Say goodbye to the “Spring Chicken”
and embrace your Autumn,
customized for you and by you.

It is uniquely yours,
all of it, whether earned or gifted,
through a variety of life’s variables
from days gone by.

So when it arrives,
like a package being delivered to our front door,
do we accept it with grace or with gripes?
Do we embrace nature’s gifts of seasons,
or do we resist?

To accept all gifts with gratitude
is righteous
and will serve you well...
On The Porch With God

If I were to sit on the porch with God
what would I say?
Maybe I would begin by talking
about the events of the day.

I would tell Him about life’s beauty and treasures
and their richness for my heart and soul,
I would talk of the rain
and how He might cause thunder to roll.

I would inquire about rainbows
and clouds and the sun,
and tell how the magic of such things
cannot go unsung.

I would thank Him with pleasure
for the stars and the breeze,
and kiss His hand gently
for the birds and the trees.

We’d chat about sunrise and sunsets and such,
we’d speak of love
and the precious gift of touch.

I’d go on to tell Him that I am aware
of the value of heartbreak and a mistake,
that without these things present
our emotions would not awake.

And when I become weary of talking
my conversation nearing an end,
I’ll invite Him to return again, anytime,
just like an old friend.
Sabbatical

Discover the treasures;

In a more relaxed schedule
Fewer planned activities
Unleashed spontaneity
Invitations to look inward
encouraging epiphanies of self-discoveries
More time with the man in the mirror.

Discover the treasures;

From nurturing and nourishing yourself
Becoming your own best friend
instead of one’s own worst enemy,
and the contrast these matters contribute
to one’s sense of well-being
and the gratitude for their latent presence.

Discover the treasures;

In the satisfaction gained
when admiring from a distance
many jobs well done
day after day, year after year.
The honor experienced
when recognizing the strength and courage
required to stand up
to these many demands placed upon us
Yet always rising,
to the seemingly never-ending obligations
with honor and grace
The admiration of your perseverance.

Discover the treasures;

In those special moments of silence
The glimpses of a still mind
The delicate awareness of physical self
The recognition of Higher Self
And the long awaited connection to Soul.

Discover the treasures

and appreciate the gentle embrace,
of what could perhaps be
the most meaningful time of your life...
My Old Chair

Contently I contemplate
without a care,
unmatched is the perspective
from my old chair.

A temporary respite
a location that consoles,
its peacefulness soothes me
relieving troubles
as life unfolds.

I’ve solved many a problem
and sang a few sorrows
examined my life,
where it has gone, and about my tomorrows.

Let go of the past
and freed my soul.
Nothing compares
to the way that I view life
from my old chair.
Birthday Candles

One for each time you learned something new
One for each time you were grateful in life
One for each time your zest for living grew
One for each time you rose above strife

One for each time you savored an experience
One for each time you weighed all your choices
One for each time you

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