Ms. Aria had a dance recital. We missed it, but were given several photos from dad...
👨🏼🌾 Shrub clean-up
The front yard was starting to look like crap and getting overgrown. So spent most of the day doing yard work, trimming the lawns edges and decided it was time for a change. So the shrubs (not all) but most got removed and we plan to put in a flower bed instead. It opens up the front wall and window a great deal. Need to figure a way to get rid of the green stain on the windows sill and wall from the plants rubbing in the wind. Its like a grass stain..lol. But I think it will look a great deal better when done.
Just when I thought I was done for the day:
Had the bejeezers scared outta me..was pulling up a root and this f'in thing popped up out of the ground..lol jumped my heart a couple beats.. Nice to know it still works just fine...grrrr.
Damn thing is plastic and about 4 inches long... but in the moment it was 10 inches long and scary as hell.!
💺 New chairs
Our neighborhood is/was having a community yard sale. Our neighbors Janice and Craig brought these out to sell, so I decided to snatch them up before anyone else did. As I was talking with them, two others inquired about them.. Glad I acted when I did. They are a great addition to the porch /patio table that we pretty much spend most of the day sitting at. Overall great shape, new cushions.. will need a coat of paint soon, but heck for 10 bucks I'm not gunna complain. Can or two of spray paint and a little sanding its all good. Will probably spray the base swivels with some WD40 just to loosen 'em up a bit more, but they work just fine as is.
My new mug of choice..
and Thought for the day:
It's all about mindset.
From the moment you wake up, to the moment you rest your head at night.
Everything is up to you.
Your emotions, your thoughts, your perceptions,
and mostly your reactions...
Every moment!
🦅 Memorial Day weekend.
Remembering and thinking of those through our history that never made it home and out of uniform.
Hope everyone has a safe weekend and takes a little time to reflect and remember!
🍁🍁 ST.J Maple Festival visit.
Can't remember what year this was, but we took a trip to my hometown of St.Johnsbury for the Maple Festival event. Got to show Nikki the town where I had grown up. Pic. was taken in front of the Fairbanks Museum up on main street. Considering I am wearing a UMB hoodie, I will assume this was around 2010-11.
A favorite
This is one of my most favorite images... Would love to see and have this as a pyro sign.
🎨 Contemplation
Contemplating creating and pushing drawings within Triple-R. This would help maintain and draw traffic to Creative Spirit Gallery my other website. It started out strong but over time I began to do less and less with it. I still have the interest and drive to draw, but life has thrown a few curveballs and slowed things down a bit. I will have to consider this a bit more and also be able to fit in drawing times in order to have product and services. Something to consider. It would be nice if each could/would support each other in the financials and business end.
Creating
Scattered throughout this blog..
By writing, you can create anything, anytime , anywhere.. Let your thoughts roam and put to paper words that never seem to come alive in conversations with others. Its a great way to free yourself from boundaries and constraints. Take a chance, get creative.. there is no wrong or right, just thoughts, and words forming a sentence.
🦎 Big Mack is Back..
Our big friend is back in the yard again. Just chilling and sun bathing. Hope the neighbors don't let their dogs out as one is usually not leashed. Guess I need to clean my phone camera lens...lol. kind of blurry. Either that or I have the caffeine jitters.
🦝 Unexpected visitors..
Have been seeing a large racoon roaming the neighborhood at night and feeding on the cat food left for the stays at the neighbors. Well tonight we were greeted with not one but four little rascal's. We were sitting on the back porch working on computers when we could hear them climbing our tree right outside the door. I saw one, then two then four...lol. Just little things. They let me snap a couple pics and then proceeded to go toward the neighbors house, I assume Momma was over that way doing her thing as usual. Never a dull day when it comes to wildlife here.. Like we have our own zoo in the backyard most days..
♟️ My Best Game
🐶 Another Play (Ode to Scarlet Rose)
February 22, 2021
Angry at first, tension mingled, enthusiasm raring to burst.
Little prints on the ground below, within your eyes a certain glow.
Our first meeting was a test, to see if we, would fit best.
Greeted with a snarl and shiny new teeth, not yet convinced, you should be bequeathed.
Tolerance evolved, with playful nips, many jeans, and many rips.
Developed devotion from within your spirit, with each warning, I could hear it.
Years of laughs, countless fun, Oh I loved watching you run.
Protector, man's best friend 'till drawn the final day.
What I would give for another play..
Anticipating the day would come, my heart, weighed heavy,
The cycle complete, you fell ill, there I sat, tear in eyes, my heart was broken,
The burden of love and tears of joy, and of parting words that were spoken,
No truer friend ever there was, how I wished for another day.
What I would give, for another play..
The rainbow bridge gates had opened, and you were free, free of pain, free to run,
Never forgotten days and nights, feelings of joy and so much fun.
The others before, wait to greet, for its been awhile, waiting the meet,
in heavens grace, and starlit skies, your spirit continues to live, another day.
What I would give for another play.
Just one more day, and another play..
©LaPoint,F. 2021
🤝🏻🆘 Plea for Help
It is a dream, to clear these halls, To much pain, for many children..
We have one vision; for all who dwell within this place.
The weak, the weary, so many cheated; Their lives tormented..
Asking why, there is no reason, to have to say goodbye, to our children..
From your gift, a life you may save, Your money, your time, is so little..
To give this child just a little.
Bits of progress, sharing hope, How can you just sit there and say nope?
So much depends, on your compassions, for this little ones, life and passions..
To spare the pain, and see the smile, your donation can take us miles.
No more pain, only joy, Give what you can, to save this little girl or little boy..
Ill they are, its not there fault, Only know what you do; can take them far..
For cure is on the horizon, hope in every eye.
Let's not let, another child die, Give of yourself, think of your own..
Let's not let them , feel alone.
©LaPoint,F. 2004
Note: I composed this after watching a St. Judes fund drive many years ago, and this is dedicated to the Children's Hospital and Cancer Treatment Centers.
😢💧 Tears
Tears from within, can set your head and heart into a spin,
Tears from joy, tears from pain, Who's to say what is to gain..
Tears can cleanse the soul, or make you feel half or whole..
Tears are our way, of expressing pain and joy, happiness and fear..
Every man, women, and child, should experience a tear.
Without a tear, you live a lie, They are not for sale for you to buy.
So shed as many as you wish, But please always remember this..
Without a tear, you live a lie.
©LaPoint, F. 2004
😞 Forlorn no Longer
Aspiration of another, searching for more,
from manifested dreams, you arrive.
Showing your presence, filling the void,
Despondent no more, for now companions..
Once of lustful imagination, brought forth from within,
Visions of you, your smile, your beauty.
No longer a fleeting moment in time,
Your presence here, a physical one..
Feeling complete, the heart and soul,
Our journey begun, through timeless passions.
From your whisper comes, the breath of life,
Your touch, it sparks euphoria..
Once again, a purpose found,
feelings abound, much desire.
Forlorn no longer, no empty soul,
My life complete, feeling whole.
©LaPoint,F. 2004
☯ What of the Soul
Things are not as they would appear, From within, falls this tear.
Typical stereotypes, little facades, you only see what's on the surface..
What of the Soul?
I see not, why hurt and pain, brings pleasure to some.
What is it they hope to gain? Is it a game, was it fun?
What of the Soul?
How does one justify, through pain and hurt, It's fun to watch 'em cry
as you treat them like dirt.
What of the Soul?
It lay shattered, in shambles, From within, falls this tear,
For your hurt and pain, has undoubtedly, taken its toll.
©LaPoint,F. 2008
🌏⋆｡°✩ What a Joy it would be
A world within bubbles, is a world with no troubles..
To float in the air, free of care, Oh what a joy it would be.
Feeling no threat, as we float on by, Viewing this land, from the sky..
It's oh so inspiring, and seldom tiring, Oh what a joy it would be.
With no war on our banks, and no visions of army tanks..
No planes, from above, nor ships on the sea, Oh what a joy it would be.
With peace on earth, and good will toward men..
We would not feel, the need to defend, Oh what a joy it would be.
For this to possible, it must begin, I'll give you a clew.. It comes from within.
Oh what a joy it would be.
©LaPoint,F. 2007
❤️❤️ The Giver
From this empty shell, a special heart did dwell..
Within it's time, beat it did, and did so very well.
On this journey, it did so tier, always pumping, always yearning..
From shell to light, being the best, transferred from one, to another's chest.
Shock it to life, end another's pain, for they still have, much to gain..
Close up the chest, as it were a dome, for in their absence, you gain pleasure,
From what was once their greatest treasure.
As this heart continues to beat, forget not their choice..
So that you may continue to live, and fill the heart with rejoice.
©LaPoint,F. 2006
👨🌾🚜 Praise the Farmer
Raising cattle, to field of grains, Nobody knows, the farmers pains..
With dry spouts, a threat to all, Undoubtedly, one will fall.
A farmers life, depends on much, Equipment and tool, weather and such..
Schedules and plans, must be on target, In hope of profit, at the market.
From seed to product, he works all day, plowing fields, and bailing hay..
Late to bed, early to rise, always looking for the prize.
The biggest veggie, awarded cattle, he continues to rage, the daily battle..
For we'd be not, lest their yields, They give us life, from their fields.
They great the day, dawning their armor, Praise them high, for they be farmers.
©LaPoint,F. 2006
⚔️🐲👊 Mystic Warrior
You have fought the almighty battles, All that's left, broken bones and rattles..
Within the hills, and through the clatter, you often wonder.. does it matter.
For to feel the pain, there must be gain, Thou hast survived, through yet another.
Feats of strength, for fear of nothing, you march onward, as though a herd..
sharing your spirit, but not of word.
Grueling at times, euphoric at others, Strengths from within, combined with your might..
Prepare you.. for this final fight.
From darkness you emerge, ready to go, prepared to watch, the spirit flow..
The other side, fights not fair, welcome to.. The dragon's lair.
Victory is yours, express euphoria, Hence you are known..
as the Mystic Warrior.
©LaPoint,F. 2006
💥🚂 Hear the Thunder
I often wonder, as I hear the thunder, What it sounds like, from deep down under..
For in the skies, and on the plains, it sounds to me, like roaring trains.
To many, we call it God's grumble, for others, considered a murky mumble..
It can be soft, or even loud, It comes from up on high, a clear or darkened sky.
From down below, even deep down under, if you hear it, you need not wonder..
For if you listen, you need not fear it, It's a message from our Great Spirit.
©LaPoint,F. 2005
🎭 Fame
The cost of life is death, The cost of pain is personal gain, The cost of ignorance, can lead to fame.
For fame, can be over-rated at times, A poetic line, or a simple rhyme, Can seal your fate for eternal time.
Why do people strive for fame? For many, its just a game, For others.. it's all in a name, After all, we are all human, and still the same.
So, why the need for fame? It's simple, so others will remember your name.
©LaPoint, F. 2004
Published in hard cover
"Tracing the Infinite" 2004
International Library of Poetry,
ISBN B004LW3F3W
🧞 Deep Within
Deep within lays our fears and desires, from atop, sunlit skies..
See the orange, and see the blue, though most people would have no clue.
Deep within, there is a fire, from the ambers, a certain glow..
Though our desires are met with disappointment, then, and only then, we may grow.
Deep within, there is a space, if you will, a darkened place..
What you will find, nobody knows, maybe a fire, maybe a rose.
Fire or rose, fire or rose, what you will find, nobody knows..
Deep within.
©LaPoint, F. 2004
🕒⏳ Time
There is no pressure for us to deal, Almost scary, but yet so real..
Within this calm, this moment of time, One can form words or rhyme..
Seconds go by, ticking away, Priceless moments, of each day.
Time to reflect, reflect I say, As we close, yet another day.
On the wall, hangs a clock, It tries to tell us time.
Immersed in word, even rhyme, we're to busy, to notice time..
Fleeting thoughts, come and go, The fire burns, and leaves a glow.
I will return again to this space, for time here, has no place.
©LaPoint, F. 2007
😊 Smile
Smile, for your beauty lay within
Greet thy day, and let love begin..
Most often, I await;
and anticipate your return.
Looking forward, never back,
Rekindling our fires, and passions yurned.
So take on thy day, do what ye must,
Return unto me, thy passion and lust..
For now relax, and stay awhile,
As you know, tomorrow begins,
Yet another day, and another smile.
©LaPoint, F. 2004
❓🥅 Questioning Myself
It doesn't seem right, to be full of rage, with so much hate within this world already,
For I too, sympathize with those behind walls, they stay huddled in the darkness, fearing the coming light..
What's to look forward to I ask. You speak to me in your passing, but pay no mind to my cries. You give a morsel, pacified, you walk away.
Left alone to my thoughts of better days of long ago, I perch upon whatever is near, maybe curl up in the corner, for I have no dignity, my purpose here.. is one of display, for some others ignorance.
You put me here for unknown reasons, maybe I was weak, maybe to strong, and maybe it's your cowardice on display. I was captured, tortured, and taken from my home, forced to yield, or be beaten more.
Why am I full of rage I ask, why indeed..
Loneliness, discomfort, deplorable conditions for a start. I use to be free, free to roam. Now I have a cell, minimal space for my soul and time. Maybe they are right, for with all this rage, maybe I do belong..
After all, I am an animal, an animal full of rage, because you put me here... Here in this cage, Questioning Myself.
©LaPoint, F. 2006
🆗 It'll be OK
The world is in turmoil, what will become of tomorrow,
Things have gone astray, Mankind against the fence,
Our time is one of sorrow,
It'll Be Ok..
The future is not ours to display, But for our children to pray,
So never give up the fight, we can always make it right,
The wrongs, the rights, who's to say? One things for sure,
It'll Be Ok..
We did not know, we would be to blame,
Nor, have to bear, the unforgivable shame,
The future holds so many promises,
Yet, still seems to escape us,
It'll Be Ok..
No one man, can bear it all,
The wrong, the pain, the sorrow,
He can only hope, and stand tall
And know that tomorrow, It'll Be Ok..
It'll Be Ok.
©LaPoint, F. 2004
🔮 Our Destiny
Our destiny is like a road map, When we are done, only then we may nap.
Life is created by drops of water, Death, from drops of blood, Tears, from pain and joy..
Life, is created by man and women, Death, from fear and pain, Tears, by every girl and every boy..
Life, is created by the greatest spirit of them all, Death, from someone above us all,
Tears, are created, then we realize.. We have no control at all.
©LaPoint, F. 2004
🙏🏻 God's Hands
From deep within, these starlit skies, What should appear, before my eyes,
Maybe a constellation, a comet or two, maybe a bright star, that shines on thru.
The wonder of it all, keeps us guessing, You know it's true,
Like waves upon the ocean, and it's bounty to..
For in this vast area we call heaven, under this umbrella, we are still all called brethren.
Sit upon the ground tonight, grab a friend, Sing a song, or read a book..
But whatever you do, be sure to look.
'Cause from these skies, come no lies, From up there, there are no ties..
Truly free to float about, or stand up , straight and stout.
From deep within, these starlit skies, What should appear before my eyes..
A vision of hope, the feel of peace, a pair of hands, lined with fleece,
God's Hands.
©LaPoint, F. 2004
***Published In Hard Cover
"Celebration of Poetry" 2004 American Poets Society, ISBN 0-9743429-5-5
😌 Comfort
What is this thing we call, the absence of malice and hurt?
Some may call it freedom, some say joy.
What is this thing we call, the absence of malice and hurt?
To some, the ability to live life as they please,
but to many, heartbreaking as they hit their knees.
What is this thing we call, the absence of malice and hurt?
Some may have a special place, Many may call upon God, and his grace.
All I know, is it should not be surrendered, or shaded, and should remain free,
It's a place to relax, and to breath, One you should never have to leave.
What is this thing we call, the absence of malice and hurt?
For me.. It's called Comfort.
©LaPoint, F. 2012
👩🏾🤝👩🏼 Bridging the Gap
We live in a world of mixed generations, Bound we are to have frustrations.
Decisions and choices, we will make, May determine our lifelong fate..
From old to young, young to old, We pass on our wisdoms, from stories told.
For if we find, a common place, We will be, in a better space..
Young and old, we are the same, As we play this lifelong game.
Even though, some resist, There are those who insist..
Our elders have time and wisdom, It is on their side.
Now the younger generation, a choice you must decide..
Be we wrong, or be we right, There will always be this plight.
Somethings come easy, others you earn, Take their wisdom, use what you learn..
Pass it on down, you know there will be, Another generation, coming to thee.
Looking for wisdom, wanting the knowledge, For it is them, we must acknowledge..
For in the future, our care depends, On that generation, not our friends.
Teach them honest, teach them well, For in our future, they will dwell...
©LaPoint, F.
🏙️ Changing Rules
We scorch our lands, and pollute our waters, What of our kin: sons and daughters?
Just to meet our demands, we have scarred our sacred lands..
Sun rises over the valley, as I sit and keep the tally..one bird flying over yonder, two squirrels singing song.
No sights or sounds, of any others, where could they all have gone?
Cityscapes in the distance, for we meet no resistance, build it here, bury there, never considering deer or bear.
Often I think of thee, as I perch beneath a tree; Had Mother Nature changed the rules, and they forced us to be the fools.. , pushing us away more each day 'till we starve or expire.
Turning away from our home, always forcing us to roam..
As the sun sets to the west, Forget not, we are guests.. Mind your manners, do no harm.. Take Mother Nature in your arms, For now, we too, are on the run..
The damage is great, but can be undone, keep her clean within your space, Enjoy her bounty, but leave no trace
LaPoint, F. 2004
😟🦅 Despondency of Flight, an Eagles view..
Despondency of Flight, an Eagles view..
To soar within these skies, The sights seen below. The trees, the valley, the rivers flow,
Freely flying no destination, Among the clouds in heavens grace.. Timbering pines and natures yields, to see the mountain snow-caps, View the flowered fields, Is surely a vision; one to behold..
These eyes now see mans destruction, Over the land his destruction. For them to see with their eyes, What I see from these skies..
Granted no permission taking advantage, Our homes pushed back never to return, Lost freedom's is what we learned...
If man had wings, wings of his own, He too would see what's left of our home. Raped lands, polluted waters, What they pass on to sons and daughters..
Barren hills once of bounty, Open prairies, now dust bowls, Crystal waters once flowed free, Enjoyed by all including me..
The damage is done, what should we do? I can do nothing, it's up to you. From within your hearts, make right your wrongs, So this Eagle, will once again;
Sing his song over the lands...
©F.2005
🔃 Renewal
This barren land; beneath my feet, Was once ; field of wheat, Scorched by fire; laid to rest, Done by Mother Nature; she knows best..
Over yonder; timbers too, Ablaze in color; she starts anew, She reclaims her land; our plantations, As she prepares; for new generations..
Though we feel; a deepened loss, She will dictate; the cycle of life, Over her lands; through our strife..
She sends us a message; each time that she burns, For it is life; she truly yearns, From blackened soils; to lush green hills, Mother Nature continues; to bring us thrills..
From flowers anew; to sprouting pines, Even the fields; of lush grapevines..
It is not for us to question; Only for us to follow through, For she returns; what she must take, As she knows; what's at stake..
In her hands; we put our trust, for life to continue; it's a must, So question not; as she burns, Throughout time we have learned, Through this pain; and blackened sky, We need not ask; for we know why..
In her grace; and compassionate heart, She affords us; a brand new start, For new generations; they will see, This beautiful land; she has given to thee...
©LaPoint,F. 2005
🛤️🧭 One Man's Journey
These feet have traveled; many a mile, Leaving a path; of broken tile. The ground I tread; has turned to dust, For adventure I truly lust..
Always walking; moving forward, First this direction; then to that. Packing gear; loosing thought, Through this land I do trot..
Careful to leave; no selfish marks, On the fields edge; singing larks. Up the hill; I do trudge, For this mountain; shall not budge..
Through this desert; barren land, Painful cacti; thorn in hand. Under the stars; I do sleep, Rekindling the past; I do weep..
These eyes have seen; much despair, What is this fragrance in the air? Could it be; a vision within, As I struggle to begin.
A new day dawns; the sun rises, Looking forward; to new surprises..
So these feet; continue to wander, Through valley and hill; to where I ponder,
There is no destination; I have in mind, Only to travel; wander alone. To see all there is; in this land, Before I am forced; to play my hand..
My life here; is a stitch in time, I do so wish; to see it all, Remembering every mile..
As I continue; this journey of mine, Taking a moment; stealing time, Enjoying this bounty; it brings a smile, As I trudge my final mile..
Its time to sleep; my final slumber, Having walked throughout these lands, My journey complete; its time to rest, For in God's Hands, I feel best.
©LaPoint, F. '2003
🌼 The Flower
Moonflower at night; Lavender by day, Magnificent sights; some would say, From river to valley; and fields to hills, Some partake; of Daffodils..
Violets of blue; Roses of pink, What colors are missing; let me think, We often forget; from the ground, Most of them; start as brown..
From stem to leave; most turn green, Some stand straight; some may lean, From below; their darkened tomb, Most of them; come to bloom..
Within the cycle; colors will flow, Some still seen; by moonlights glow, It gains its strength; from its roots, From atop it bears its fruits..
In your search for strength and power, Take a lesson; view a flower...
©LaPoint,F.2009
👨👨👧👦 What a Treasure
Within these walls: a family we'll raise, Guide through life, give them praise.
From infant to toddler, toddler to teen, We are but pillars, for them to lean..
Teaching the difference, of wrong from right, Read them a story, kiss them
goodnight..
Strengthening their lives, more each day, As we watch them grow and
play...
We teach them strength, and independence, from combing their hair, to
learning to share..
For our role, as a parent, Is one of love, not resentment..
Approaching soon, the day to fly, When we stand, and say goodbye..
To lives of
their own, to soon they move, Some to marry, some to schools...
Encouraging
them, to do their best, We hope and pray, for their success.. Within these
walls, we have a treasure, We raised a family, what a pleasure...
©LaPoint,F.2010
📚💻✍🏼📓 2024-25 Possible Arrivals
Thoughts, titles, covers and ideas for two additional writes. Once The Madawaska is finished, I plan to write two more titles..
© 2021 "PARADISE AMONG THE PINES"
Tentative date: Spring 2024
© 2021 "IN THE ZONE"
Tentative Date: Late Fall 2025
Already forming the ideas, plot, characters, etc.. So be sure to follow, stay updated, etc.. even though its a ways away yet. I will be sure to post when I begin..
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