tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18364137415653170182023-07-08T05:12:01.777-04:00Rhyme, Reason And RealityI'll always be a HOPEFUL romantic, not a HOPELESS one!!!Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-72522217904733430832014-12-27T11:50:00.001-05:002014-12-27T11:50:31.097-05:00Bronte<span style="font-family: inherit;">Another class assignment. Choose a place name from a list and write a 25 line poem about it. With my love of books, choosing Bronte was a no-brainer. As in many of the cozy mysteries I read, the people and places in Bronte get their names from Bronte novels. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><u>Bronte</u></b><span style="color: #232323;">There's never a slow day</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In Bronte during the summer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Busloads of people arrive</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Every week to explore<br />A long-forgotten time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here at the Rochester Hotel</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Rosalie serves drinks</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the Lockwood Lounge</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To the curious tourists</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And long-suffering locals.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the Thornfield Diner</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Down the street,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mrs. Bloomfield serves three meals a day--</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">English food of old that</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Most of her patrons never saw before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Happy laughter echoes through the park</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As children roll wooden hoops,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Build forts of fallen branches</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Or gather in groups under trees</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To talk of books they are reading.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As the bus pulls away</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The tourists know they will </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Never forget</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Their magical day</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In Bronte.</span></div>
Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-42810114404342885012014-12-13T16:38:00.003-05:002014-12-13T16:38:25.135-05:00Photograph Exercise<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">Will you grow up to hate people like me?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">You have no comprehension of black or white,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">You only see the people and hear the noise.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">But soon you'll be taught the slurs and insults,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">Encouraged to join this group for real.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">In your white robe and hood,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">You toddle over to where I stand guard,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">Reaching out to touch my riot shield,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">Patting my black hand before you toddle off again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">Will you remember this day at all? </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tinos; font-size: small;">© 2014 Teresa Kander</span></div>
Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-10645205118161943462014-11-09T09:05:00.002-05:002014-12-13T16:31:21.312-05:00Limerick<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wrote this yesterday for a contest. Here were the rules: For this contest, write a 25 word or less story (or limerick if you wanna go Irish) using these words (make me laugh)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pickles<br />Muscle car</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mystery man</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Murder</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Work</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So, I submitted this off the top of my head:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">There once was a mystery man</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Who worked out a brilliant plan</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">To steal a muscle car</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And murder a rock star</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Who tossed pickles at his fans.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">© 2014 Teresa Kander</span>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-83989419351974101152014-06-23T08:20:00.001-04:002014-06-23T08:20:54.985-04:00<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/8009943/?claim=q3k4gashmfg">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-34857104981562034802012-07-19T01:48:00.001-04:002014-11-09T09:05:07.010-05:00Just In Case<u>Just In Case....</u><br />
you<br />
ever wondered<br />
how things are,<br />
here's the simple answer:<br />
not one thing has changed<br />
since the day you went away.<br />
© 2012 Teresa Kander<br />
<br />Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-81605185956922988322012-07-09T11:02:00.003-04:002017-05-28T11:55:11.626-04:00I Am<br />
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<u><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I Am</span></b></u><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I am compassionate and loving<br />I wonder how the world really sees me<br />I hear the whispers in the wind<br />I see a rainbow in the sky<br />I want to be more courageous<br />I am compassionate and loving<br /><br />I pretend that everything is fine<br />I feel the sand beneath my toes<br />I touch the hearts and minds of others<br />I worry about my children and my husband<br />I cry about the people that I miss<br />I am compassionate and loving<br /><br />I understand that life is short<br />I say live every day to its fullest<br />I dream of what could have been<br />I try to make others happy<br />I hope that I'll be remembered fondly.<br />I am compassionate and loving</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">© 2012 Teresa Kander</span></div>
Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-54213689375003999042012-04-21T12:41:00.002-04:002012-04-21T12:41:26.825-04:00Getaway Car<div style="text-align: center;">
If loving me meant living on the wild side,</div>
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Would you drive my getaway car?</div>
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If we could run away and never look back, </div>
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Would you drive my getaway car?</div>
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If the whole world turned against us,</div>
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Would you drive my getaway car?</div>
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If I needed someone to save me,</div>
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Would you drive my getaway car?</div>
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© 2012 Teresa Kander</div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-28067389229962768512012-03-23T06:00:00.001-04:002012-03-23T08:26:04.407-04:00Haiku Friday<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Friendly smile, kind words<br />Show when we are face to face--</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Knife goes in the back.</div><div><span>© Teresa Kander 2012</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "></div><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=126401" type="text/javascript" ></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-39161964297245884462012-01-28T08:11:00.002-05:002012-01-28T08:13:53.166-05:00Horns Of A DilemmaNo matter what you choose<div>Everything stands to be lost</div><div>Tis a puzzlement.</div><div>© 2012 Teresa Kander</div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-25213825874006130762011-12-23T12:20:00.004-05:002011-12-23T12:24:45.070-05:00Haiku Friday--Letting Go<div><a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>It's finally time</div><div>To accept that it's over--</div><div>Time to say goodbye.</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div><br /><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=119260" type="text/javascript"></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-91196967039441983012011-11-25T10:06:00.005-05:002011-11-25T10:10:44.238-05:00Haiku Friday--Memories<div><a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Memories of us</div><div>Turn the happiest of days</div><div>Into times of tears.</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=113865" type="text/javascript"></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-48262525381362405302011-11-23T06:29:00.004-05:002011-11-23T06:53:50.008-05:00Say What You MeanWhat he said:<br />I love you<br />I'm in it for the long haul<br />I'm willing to wait for you, as long as it takes<br />I'd give up everything to be with you<br />Forever and beyond<br /><br />What he meant:<br />I want you<br />I'm in it for as long as it's convenient for me<br />I'm willing to wait until I decide not to wait any more<br />I'll give you up to keep everything I have<br />Till the going gets tough.<br /><br />Even though her head knew exactly what he meant,<div>Her heart chose to hear only what he said,</div><div>Trusting once again in the WORDS,</div><div>And now her badly broken heart</div><div>Will never be able to love anyone but him.</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-74388550672330068202011-11-20T07:28:00.000-05:002011-11-20T07:28:13.728-05:00Two YearsTwo years since we agreed to be honest<div>Two years since we spoke what was on our minds</div><div>Two years since you first gave me butterflies</div><div>Two years since we promised to be "in it for the long haul"</div><div>Two years since you put a smile on my face I thought I'd wear forever</div><div><br /></div><div>And one year of having nothing but memories of us.</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-16094178004799638472011-11-18T06:26:00.004-05:002011-11-18T17:15:34.746-05:00Happy Birthday<div><a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div><br /></div>Nineteen years ago<div>My life was blessed by her birth--</div><div>Celebrate today!</div><div> © 2011 Teresa Kander</div><div><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=113864" type="text/javascript"></script></div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-64318387586621552192011-11-12T06:00:00.003-05:002011-11-12T06:06:46.980-05:00Love/LustShe said "I love you," and meant forever.<br />He said "I love you," and meant for now.<br /><br />She dreamed of making a life with him<br />He dreamed of making love with her<br /><br />She gave her heart to him<br />He gave his body to her<br /><br />She can't forget him<br />He doesn't remember she existed.<br />© 2011 Teresa KanderTeresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-60637220110744628142011-11-11T07:47:00.000-05:002011-11-11T07:47:40.279-05:00Haiku Friday--Curiosity<div><a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div><div></div><div><a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=cat907curiosity.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/cat907curiosity.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>I'm wondering why</div><div>Someone from inside his house</div><div>Still comes here to read.</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=113863" type="text/javascript" ></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-91565462040565960952011-11-10T11:33:00.003-05:002011-11-10T11:37:41.115-05:00If You Only KnewIf you only knew<div>How much you're still part of my life</div><div>How thoughts of you take up my days</div><div>How dreams of you fill my nights</div><div><br /></div><div>If you only knew</div><div>How I trusted in your promises</div><div>How I believed in your dreams</div><div>How I meant every word I said</div><div><br /></div><div>If you only knew</div><div>How much I still miss you</div><div>How much I still need you</div><div>How much I still love you</div><div><br /></div><div>If you only knew</div><div>Would it matter to you at all?</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-59897039043692495032011-11-04T08:32:00.003-04:002011-11-04T10:17:12.700-04:00Haiku Friday--Plans<a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Phone call from a friend</div><div>Last minute plans for the day</div><div>Getting back to life.</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div><div></div><br /><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=113862" type="text/javascript"></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-22134268800455483662011-10-28T11:39:00.004-04:002011-10-28T11:49:43.535-04:00Always Been A Quitter<span class="Apple-style-span">When it comes to love, I've always been a quitter:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Boy meets girl, boy gets too close, girl leaves boy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">That's the pattern I'd followed all my life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I believed that nothing lasts forever</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So I was determined to push each one away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Before they moved on and broke my heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But with you, my world turned upside down--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I told you my deepest fears and secrets without pause,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Trusting that you'd accept and understand, and still love me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">How ironic that this time it was you who ran, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Too afraid of what we felt and what it meant.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">© 2011 Teresa Kander</span></div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-86750755479027207012011-10-27T12:52:00.004-04:002011-10-27T13:00:01.328-04:00Over Me?<span class="Apple-style-span" >Are you really over me?<br />Have you forgotten all we shared?<br />Didn't you know my love was real?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Was it worth it to break my heart for her?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'll never be over you--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Every day I miss your eyes,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Your smile, your voice, your kiss.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'll never forget all we shared--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hugs and kisses, laughter and tears,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dreams and wishes, hopes and fears.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I always loved you, and I always will--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Everything I said came straight from the heart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And was so much more than JUST the words.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I hope it was all worth it for you--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Because I know, in spite of all the pain,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'd gladly go back and do it all over again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >© 2011 Teresa Kander</span></div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-78202105273516661222011-10-26T13:09:00.003-04:002011-10-28T07:58:37.846-04:00Haiku Friday<a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Hidden from the world</div><div>Deep within myself again</div><div>Craving solitude</div><div>© 2011 Teresa Kander</div> <br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=113861" type="text/javascript" ></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-69197267415680380802011-10-20T15:00:00.004-04:002011-10-21T07:34:59.851-04:00Fall<a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div><br /></div><div>All those falling leaves</div><div>Remind me of our last day</div><div>Walking through the park.</div><div>© Teresa Kander 2011<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div></div><br /><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=108454" type="text/javascript" ></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-68605624112149064902011-10-17T13:33:00.003-04:002011-10-17T13:39:06.918-04:00Where I'm From[Somewhere between poetry and prose. :)]<br />I am from plastic pools in the yard in the summer, wooden sleds down the hill in winter; from RC and Fresca, Chef Boyardee and Lucky Charms; from Barbie dolls and transistor radios.<br /><br />I am from the house with the big yard and the deck I helped my father build; from the pool table in the basement and the beautiful white bedroom suite. I am from the soft spring breezes and the colorful autumn leaves; from the majestic Ohio River and the gently rolling hills.I am from the tobacco crops and the fields of green beans; from the potatoes and the tomatoes; from the corn and the cucumbers. <br /><br />I am from the trees I climbed fearlessly, and the swing set where I practiced my acrobatics; from the "hole" where we played with Matchbox cars and the futures we created in our imaginations.<br /><br />I am from family reunions every year and Sunday afternoons at Granny's; from cousins who were my best friends and playmates, and scary movie marathons on New Year's Eve. I am from Danners and Johnsons, from Wards and Lamberts.<br /><br />I am from hard workers who gardened and canned, from frugal people who haggled and bargained shopped. I am from patriots who served their country proudly, from moral, ethical people who held to their standards in the face of every temptation.<br /><br />I am from Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, from the Tooth Fairy and the bogey man. I am from trick or treating for hours, and getting popcorn balls, apples, and even apple cider and donuts from the neighbors. I am from bedtime stories and weekly trips to the library, from valuing education and all types of learning.<br /><br />I am from church every Sunday, whether you wanted to go or not, from Vacation Bible School and children's choir. I am from youth group and play practice, from confirmation and church camp, from doubt to faith and back again.<br /><br />I am from Gallipolis, Ohio, but I'm also from Germany, England, Ireland and Scotland. I am from George Washington's brother, and from Queen Elizabeth I's aunt. I am from meatloaf and mashed potatoes, from apple butter and from bread and butter pickles. I am from country gravy and biscuits, from sweet tea that's nearly syrup.<br /><br />I am from the River Recreation Festival and the Gallia County Fair. I am from the home of Bob Evans and O.O. McIntire. I am from the town of the French Five Hundred, where Lafayette once stayed at the Our House Tavern.. I am from watching the Delta Queen move peacefully down the river, from barges heaped with coal.<br /><br />I am from two people who married just two months after their first meeting. I am from hard-working country folks who married as teens. I am from equally hard-working "city" folk who married in their early twenties.<br /><br />I am from pictures in a photo album, from black and white and from color. I am from Christmases and birthdays, from graduations and vacations. I am from putting on my new dress just to have my picture taken on the front porch. I am from slumber parties and birthday cakes, from football games and band contests.<br /><br />I am from six years as an only child, and from being a big sister to my younger brother. I am from a happy family of four, and from a "broken home." I am from stepparents and stepsiblings, and ever changing family relationships.<br /><br />I am from failed marriages and finding true love, from a son, two daughters and a young grandson. I am from teaching and writing, from trying to figure out just who I am.<br /><br />I am from everything that has ever existed.Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-75102409283384508332011-10-08T14:15:00.003-04:002011-10-08T14:20:21.753-04:00Love's Not EnoughOn the outside I can smile and say it wasn't meant to be<div>But inside I want to turn back time and have you here with me</div><div>The odds were stacked against us from the very start</div><div>And now we live separate lives with two broken hearts</div><div>We fell so fast, so head over heels in love</div><div>How could we know that love just wasn't enough?</div><div>© Teresa Kander 2011</div>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836413741565317018.post-90835900731734587782011-09-23T10:07:00.005-04:002011-09-23T10:13:14.349-04:00Lady In Waiting<a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/?action=view&current=HF.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/poetmom/Blog%20photos/HF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div>*Haiku Friday is hosted by <a href="http://louceel.blogspot.com/">LouCeel</a></div><div><br /></div><div>She waited for him</div><div>To say she was not crazy--</div><div>That he felt it too.</div><div><br /></div><div>She waited for him</div><div>To say what she longed to hear--</div><div>"Forever, my love."</div><div><br /></div><div>She waited for him</div><div>On that dreary winter day</div><div>It all became real.</div><div><br /></div><div>She waited for him</div><div>When it would have been easy</div><div>To just walk away</div><div><br /></div><div>She waited for him</div><div>To decide if he wanted</div><div>To be in her life</div><div><br /></div><div>She waited for him</div><div>Until he told her goodbye</div><div>And left her alone</div><div><br /></div><div>She still waits for him</div><div>Day after day after day</div><div>Hoping he'll return.</div><div>© Teresa Kander 2011</div><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=108450" type="text/javascript"></script>Teresa Kanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14637414178733769112noreply@blogger.com4