I have lost my ambition
My motivation is gone
I’ve got nothing left
So thoroughly exhausted
I need to find a reason
To continue on this path
It seems so endless
With no hope in sight
Will you help me
Stand by me
Give me your hand
Guide me along
Because I feel so


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ambition

My Decision

don’t stand in my way
I am going to do this
I will not be swayed
you cannot stymie me
it is my life
and my choice
I can be independent
and stand on my own
I am tired of your lies
and I will not sacrifice anymore
this is my time
and I will be strong


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – stymie

Mumbles… metamorphosis

Most people hear the word metamorphosis and associate it with a caterpillar turning into a beautiful butterfly. I hear it and it triggers a countdown in my head. “One, two, three, it’s me,” were the words magician Doug Henning and his assistant would say during his metamorphosis trick.

I don’t know why this trick stays so sharp in my memories, but Doug Henning may have been one of the first magicians I saw do such a trick. He puts his assistant in handcuffs, tied up in a sack, locked into a box, jumps on top, lifts a curtain and says, “One, two …” and then lifts the curtain above his head. As it almost instantly drops the count continues, “three, it’s me!” being said by his assistant now atop the box. Doug then is released for the locked box.

Doug Henning was a magician of the times in the 70’s. Referred to by some as the hippy magician with long hair and brightly colored costumes; he was not the usual magician all dark and serious in suit and tie. He was smiling and fun. I will admit to a little bit of a crush on him… maybe that is why I remember the trick so well.

For those of you not familiar with Metamorphosis here is a video of it. One, two, three, enjoy!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – metamorphosis

The Home Team

It was a cold rainy night. The teams took to the field in the yearly in state rivalry football game. This year the Lincoln Lions were expected to win, but I was a true fan of the underdogs, the Hudson Hurricanes. I had lived enought years in this town and had adopted the team when my son played for them.

The first half was scoreless with hard fought defense from both teams. By the time the second half began the field was a muddy mess as the rain continued. Splashing and sliding through the game both teams gave it their all.

football players in blue jersey lined under grey white cloudy sky during sunset
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The game was still scoreless at the beginning of the 4th quarter. Then the Lions kicked a field goal putting them up by three. The defense was still nearly perfect for each team.
The Lions kicked the ball to the Hurricanes after third down and no progression. There was a change in the air as the rain turned to snow. Having the ball and a better chance to throw in snow than the rain, the quarterback took aim and threw. The reciever leaped in the air catching the ball on the twenty-five yard line. They were within field goal range, but they were after a win.

Moving the ball little by little the team ended up at the eight yard line on the third down. There was only forty-five seconds left. The team broke the huddle and lined up for the play. Stepping back the quarterback faked a throw, turned to the right and ran through an opening the defense held for him. The Hurricanes reached the end zone and scored a touchdown. The local crowd went wild.

Now it was a question of whether or not Hudson could hold the lead. The defense took the field and for three downs held the Lions right where they were. Fourth down and ten yards to go, the Lions quarterback fell back for a pass and threw. A Hudson player came out of nowhere and intercepted the ball. The clock showed 12 seconds. The clock was allowed to tick down to zero and the underdogs got the glory of the win.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – underdog

The Back Wall

we used to meet
at the back wall at recess
I’d hold your hand
and you would try to kiss me
but childhood dreams
can shatter with age
no star crossed lovers story for us
you went your way
and I went mine
but I often wonder
if we had tried harder
how different life would have been
but dreams only go forwards
there is no turning back
but still I’d like to ask
would you meet me at the back wall today


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – wall

Madness At Midnight

night seeps into the day

devouring the light

shadows grow in all corners

doubts take hold

knowing I wasted another day

slowly the demons gather

as madness draws me in

distorting all hope and happiness

I am convinced

I destroy all I touch

anxiety consumes

leaving only me to blame

as I grow quite mad…


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – madness

Mumbles … Revenge

I don’t know what to write and I am not afraid to admit it.  Revenge is the prompt I am working on and I tried many a lame sounding poem.  I am drawing a blank on fiction.  But I can usually babble about anything.  Revenge is not something i have ever really pursued.  I guess I believe what goes around comes around.  It is not my job to “police” others, so I don’t.  So while I feel I can’t really approach revenge with the attention it does (or doesn’t) deserve… I can mumble.

It is now a new year and I hate that I am starting it off still behind.  I had two appointments yesterday so I never had a chance to visit WordPress at all.  But things are progressing with my Dad and we are looking into palliative care.  It should help fill some of the times he is currently by himself and it will provide for a nurse once a week to visit him.

Next week he finally gets to the wound clinic to have the sores on his legs looked at.  With diabetes they are just not healing and I don’t have the medical background to know how to properly care for them.

Our current struggle is trying to get him to wear a cpap mask at night so he doesn’t lose oxygen overnight.  It starts out ok, but maintaining the mask overnight is more difficult.  Hopefully he will one day get used to it.

Now is the time to go to Dad’s for the night.  Last night of my “work week” with him.  And I am looking forward to the time to sleep without interruptions tomorrow night.  I will try my best to catch-up before the end of the month.  Happy blogging everyone!  (((HUGS)))


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – revenge