Sunday, February 8, 2015

I Dreamed a Dream.

Magpie 257


Action Figures, Edith Vonnegut
Photo courtesy of Tess Kinkaid, http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/02/mag-257.html


I dreamed
 I was doing housework
Bare of
My Maidenform bra! 



And for those under a certain age who do not know the connection!!!!:



Barbara M Lake
Trinidad WI
February 2015

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Move it!

Magpie 256


shorpy swinging pad 1966
Photo courtesy of Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales on Blogspot


Hear the beat
Swing the hips
Move it dude!

Shake your body
Twist it kid
Not like that!

Move the legs
Two left feet
Man can't dance!


Barbara M Lake
Trinidad, WI
February 2015

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Celebration.

Magpie 254


Photograph courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales 
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/01/mag-254.html


Remember
Him with words
Charcoaled 
On a tile

"Begorrah" 
Sure, by God 
Kathleen
You're a beauty

Unkempt 
Thick blonde hair
Tangled
Between my fingers

Green
Wide unblinking eyes
Pierce
My very soul

Press
Yourself into me 
Celebrate
Your new freedom




Barbara M Lake
Trinidad WI
January 2015



Thursday, January 15, 2015

All About Image!

MAGPIE 253


Photo by Elene Usdin
Courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales


The hem of my dress
Is not quite straight
Bugger!

Standing at this angle
My legs look bowed
Damn!

This is unflattering
For a figure like mine
Crap!

I look like a pencil
But mirror is warped
Yes!



Barbara M Lake  ©
January 2015
Trinidad WI





Monday, January 5, 2015

Ponderosa Blues!

MAG 252




Photo courtesy Tess Kinkaid, http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/01/mag-252.html

"Pa?"
"Hoss?" answered Ben

"Little Joe!"
"Hoss!" replied Joe

"Adaaammm..!" 
"Yea?" sighed Adam 

"My goddam Levis ain't on the line"
"Watch the language" said Ben
"Sorry Pa"
"Don't do it again"

"Hop Sing!" shouted Joe
"He's the cook" muttered Ben

"Wash days blues
At Ponderosa again"





Barbara M Lake
Trinidad WI
January 2015







Sunday, December 14, 2014

I Lit a Candle Today.....


Twenty eight years ago today, the 13 December 1986, you left us and life has  never been quite the same.  It was unexpected and I was very, very  angry.  Angry with God that He had taken you home.  Angry because my daughter was only six months old and would not know you.  Angry because my eight year old son who idolized you was devastated. Angry because your wife, my mother had no idea of how to cope without you.  Angry because my husband lost who he considered, was his best friend.  Angry because you went two weeks short of of my fortieth birthday.  Angry because you were so full of life, had a sparkle that so few possessed and  had a love for life that was all consuming. We were not ready.

I now understand why thirty years after your mother's untimely death, you would cry.  



I lit a candle for you today and prayed that you are at peace, reunited with  with your wife, my Mummy and that next year the emptiness for me, will have eased slightly.


I wrote the following post last
year and even now, so many years on, every year seems like it was only yesterday.


Twenty seven years ago today Daddy went home. It was unexpected and a tremendous shock to us as a family and all who knew him.  The pain never really goes away.  Today I raise my glass to a great man -a no nonsense man who had amazing charisma, a great sense of humour, did not suffer fools gladly, who under a strict tutelage helped make me the person I am today and who was a mentor to many.

This photo was taken in the early 60s  in Germany when his regiment was on exercise  (playing war games), probably with the thought that taking over Berlin was not beyond the realms of possibility at the time!  Here he is having a drink with those he commanded.  He looks terribly relaxed but anyone who knew him, knew that he was so sharp, nothing would escape him.  He could talk with Queens and the men under him, inspire from afar and indeed there are still people  around today, who say they are where they are today because of him. He left us far too soon.  

And because this photo was taken in Germany, I say "Prost!  -ein Toast!" .  To you my darling Daddy. 


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...