Harmony Hill and the wonderful people who live there are fictional.
Some of the stories they tell have been inspired by real people in my life.
I hope you enjoy my work. Most of the credit should go to my three sons
for the inspiration and spark of insanity I needed to write this entertaining blog.




Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Popsicle Lady and Mr. Neighbor Man


This is for Popsicle Lady and Mr. Neighbor Man
All those special people who have touched our lives
They give their hearts so freely without a second thought

I want them all to know I think of them often
I carry them safely tucked away in my heart
All of their generous actions have not been for naught

Although their names may be different
And their love shown in unique and special ways
The world is a much better place for the compassion they have brought





WHAT IS A MOTHER?

A mother is someone who is always around
That you can go to when you are down


She spends a many sleepless night
Just to make sure that you're alright


She tries to be happy when she is blue
She never wants to trouble you


She is someone who makes you her whole life
And tries to make dad a very good wife


Sometimes she gets you so mad you could shout
But she is someone we all can't live without


She tries to teach you right from wrong
And is cheerful and gay and sings you a song


So when you are sad the thing to do
Is remember your mother will always love you

Monday, January 11, 2010

Ode To The Granny Panty

Oh wonderful granny panties
I love the way you caress my butt cheek
If I had it my way
I’d wear you every day of the week


My lacy date night panties
Look so dainty in my dresser drawer
But they are guaranteed to give me a wedgie
Before I reach my bedroom door


Those pompous fashion designers
Claim thongs give you style and class
I wonder how many of them are running around
With a string stuck up their ass


I refuse to let the fear of visible panty lines
Keep me a member of the doom and gloomers
I’m trading in my uncomfortable panties
For a pair of old-fashion bloomers

Why Am I Thankful To Be A Teenager In Y2K?

I am thankful for the cell phone I use to communicate
My own TV, computer and Playstation… I think it’s really great

I can cook a meal in a minute and then pitch out the dish
I have my own car and can drive where ever I wish

I need not worry about having cash; I have my own credit cards
It is nice to have freedom and to know the choice is really ours

Who cares if I have homework or stay out very late
As long as I have friends who think that I am great

No one to bug me about where I am going or even what I wear
No one asking me “How was your day?” as if they really care

No one is there to laugh with, talk to or listen to my fears
No one is there… no one cares… so I dry my own tears

When I have a question and the answer I cannot find
I take a drink or have a smoke… I am sure my parents do not mind

As long as I don’t inconvenience them, I am free to do my thing
These are the things I look forward to when I hear the New Year’s bell ring

Let Me Sow Love

                               Evil little witch in your ivory tower                               
You sit and bitch about the hour
Like a coward you hide in the dark
Spewing your venom on an innocent soul
If only you had the courage to speak face to face
You never took the time
To ask
To know
To understand
You just scream and threaten
Forcing my loved ones to go
Where is your compassion
Your humanity
Your sense of justice
If only you took the time to find out what was going on
You would have found a mother trying to overcome a great loss
Her son just had a frightening car accident
She was just doing her mothering thing
Loving
Consoling
Asking her sons to drive safe
I had no idea I was disturbing you
Something I never ever wanted to do
Instead you choose to hurl horrible
Frightening words at my open wound
And when I try to explain
Before I have a chance to apologize
You threaten my existence
In fear I retreat to my apartment
And sit in the dark for hours
Every creak
Every thud
Fills me with incredible terror
With each passing second
Every menacing tick of my clock
My heart grows heavier
My head pounds
I want to run
But have nowhere to go
At first I secretly curse you
Wishing you could feel my pain
Hoping someone would do to you
Exactly the same
I cry  
I pace
I pray
Asking God how could someone be so cruel
If you had only taken the time
I would have gladly explained
The hours slowly pass as I pace
A new day dawns
Will you going about your day
Without a care in the world
Totally oblivious
To the despair and anger you left in your wake
I summon up the courage
To peek out through my closed blinds
I need to see the sunrise
I need the reassurance that love and compassion still exist
As I gaze upon the beauty
Salmon pink and purple streaking through a pale blue sky
I feel compassion for you slowly seep in
I am going to give you much more than you deserve
I give you my understanding
To speak with such hatred you must be in great pain
I give you my forgiveness
I choose to believe you were in great distress
Unable to think about the consequences of your threats
I give you my sincere apology
I had no idea I was disturbing you
Although I am unable to fall asleep
Your voice still echoes in my brain
I will get down on my knees
And ask God
To bless you just the same!

The Path Of Life

While walking down the path of life
I came to a fork in the road
I didn’t know which path to take
For I was carrying a heavy load

My head was telling me take the path to the right
It is so bright and sunny
You don’t have to worry about anyone
It’s a life filled with luxury and money

My heart was pleading to go to the left
But the path was so bumpy and long
With all that I needed to carry
I couldn’t take a chance that it might be wrong

My soul then gently prodded
Straight is the path you should take
But it was so overgrown and lonely
I was fearful this path would be a mistake

As I stood there lost and frighten
Praying I would choose the right road
He came to me soft as a whisper
And offered to lighten my load

Reluctantly I put down my bundle
I felt nervous and a little ashamed
How could I accept help from this kind stranger
I didn’t even know his name

Dear child you knew me when you were a baby
For I have been with you every moment of your life
How sad you have forgotten me
Now you are lost in a world filled with strife

Slowly He opened my bundle
And took a long look inside
It was filled with fear, guilt and worry
There was so much sorrow He actually cried

My precious child why do you feel
You must carry this around
There is a world filled with love and laughter
It is so unnecessary to let this weigh you down

One by one he took each pain and asked
“Will you please give this to me?”
I felt my heart becoming lighter
My spirit was being set free

When I looked up to thank Him
For His love and generosity
I found to my amazement
A new path had opened up to me

I knew in an instant that this is the path
I would travel until my dying day
I will always give thanks and praise
That He had stopped to show me the way

I know now that negative emotions
Will only weigh me down
A positive, loving attitude
Is much lighter I have found

So if you find a fork in the road
And choosing becomes an unbearable task
Remember He is always there to love and guide you
All you have to do is ask

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Poetry contest

Sorry I missed you the past couple of days.

The library’s new reading room is finally completed and to celebrate we are going to have a poetry contest. We are hoping to generate some new interest in the county library.

Would you like to visit the library? Moira Clement, she is the head librarian, phoned this morning to tell me that all of the poems have been posted on the wall.

I’m sorry; let me explain what I mean by posting their poem on the wall. Everyone is invited to tape their original poetry on the blue poster paper covering the walls around the new reading room any time during normal library hours. Moira decided to give everyone three weeks to post their work before the voting would begin.