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fifi S May 2015
A garden's promise
needs much attention daily
to fight evil weeds
©js/2015
  May 2015 fifi S
Mike Hauser
i may go to pieces
i may fall apart
i may  lose direction
and miss out on the mark

i may wander off the path
take a completely different road
end up further than i have
from what it is i know

i may look behind me
more often than i should
in a last ditch effort to find me
if i only could

i may give this a bit more thought
as it all comes into play
give awe and wonder to the four way stop
then choose another way
fifi S May 2015
Black Widow hurt me
crawling through that slimy web
I'm enslaved no more
©js/2014
Freedom from a former boss, mental scars made me stronger after I escaped.
fifi S May 2015
my mind is frozen
this hand can't write more poems
where the heck is spring??!!
©js/2014
Michigan is still a chillin' and waiting for spring to carry us into summer!
fifi S Nov 2014
Crazy Horse lives on
in memorial splendor
for all to ponder
his spirit resting
peacefully on a mountain
forever mighty
may his words live on
and offer mankind wisdom
and inspiration
let us reflect all
American Indian
lands that were stolen
in etchings of stone
even in the realm of death
tribal voices live


(reposted by request)
-*Walking Michigan's Lake Superior wilderness this past week my spirit traveled among stolen trails.  Reminded of the Crazy Horse Memorial South Dakota,  and the many American Indians I've spoken to through the years prompted this tribute.  My heavy heart became soothed as I realized giving homage to these lands would be more uplifting than a tearful journey.  So, I continue to honor my God, mother nature, and do my best to encourage respect for all the living and dead that this world has sustained.  Whatever nation you travel - remember the footsteps that once walked on the soil, or cement, beneath your path. *js, journal August 18, 2013
fifi S Nov 2014
Pondering visions scrambled
in my dreams
puzzled I awoken unrefreshed
from my slumber
pieces of scheme cooking
in my mind
parts of life stewing contrasts
mixed in dreams
pressure building steamy
I awoke exploding
particular matter blowing
my nightmare vented
perculated coffee soothed
away night's fright & flight
Perhaps I am cleansed
from this stressful life?
©js/2014
Are dreams a pressure vent that help us deal with stress?
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