…what it is.
I woke up. I manage not to fall in the snow as I make it to work. I work.
I come home. I snack. I chat with my best friend for a bit to catch up.
I realize the time and what I have yet to do on this busy, yet ho-hum day, before I call it a night.
It is what it is….
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Today is Day 22 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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My days dream of your return
My nightmares are of your leaving
You entered my life full of sound
Listened to the crazy man I am
Then left without a goodbye
Trapped in this blood’s ebb and flow
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you
It is forever winter in my soul
There is no hope of spring
Thanatos is a cruel thief
To take you but leave me
As I die with each day I’m living
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you
What trial need I finish?
What deadliest path by far?
Tell me and I will take on any challenge,
If it but gains us a few mere moments more!
Tell me! I beg screaming into the yawing silence
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you
I who once thought to have everything
Find myself bereft of all
You were our voice
I am now the silence after your echo
That goes on without you
Seasons come, days go
The eternity remains in the end
And I still miss you
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dVerse ~Poets Pub | OpenLink Night #216
I’m waiting for the bus to head home, standing in snow, when I remember today is the second day of spring. Aaaah spring,….
…when thoughts turn to salt, shovels and snow blowers…?
Not exactly what one pictures for a spring day, huh?
Yeah, I’m officially over Winter 2017. Had enough of the lion’s roar, let’s hear some bleating before I start more bleeping.
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Today is Day 21 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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So this conversation snippet happened on the train ride home:
LS: So, angels are good girls that never got caught,
Good girls are bad girls who got caught and were sorry for their deed,
Bad girls are wicked girls who got caught and were sorry they got caught,
Wicked girls are bad girls who got caught and are not sorry – period
But then there are wicked girls who can’t get caught because they own up to their misdeed before it even happens, so what do you call them?
H (without batting an eyelash): Raivenne
Me (batting several lashes): Yup!
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Today is Day 20 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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You don’t mess up often, Rai, but when you do, you apologize and fix it quick. I like that about you.
My zodiac sign, Virgo, has the reputation of being a perfectionist. Yes, I try my damnedest to ensure I’m correct in everything, because in the words of Elton John:
Oh, it seems to me, “Sorry” seems to be the hardest worrrrrd.
I abhor being at fault, let alone apologizing for it. So I try to avoid being put in a situation where that must occur like the plague.
Even when I’m purposely being offensive in a very mean way with my favorite tool of choice – cutting sarcasm – if I had to go there as the kids say it was very likely you earned it. So I’m not at fault, let alone sorry for hand delivering your just deserts. Granted, I am a Virgo raised by southern women – your just desserts will be served on silver platter with a lace doily and a shipload of mint julep charm, but it will be served.
Words I live by:
If you can’t say something nice, say something clever but devastating.
Still, while I am a perfectionist, I’m not perfect. Thus, on those rare occasions I find myself in the position of being genuinely wrong (clutches non existent pearls!), I do believe in falling on my sword.
I have what I call the Sorry Triple A Plan: Apologize. Accept. Act.
Apologize: The actual “I’m sorry” part of this. I try not say I’m sorry unless I truly am. “I’m sorry my delay in response created such problems on your end.”
I prefer I apologize. “I apologize for the inconvenience”.
Accept: When I know it’s my fault, I try to let person know that I understand where I felt I went wrong and register the damage and/or hurt done.
“I was awaiting response from my team. I should have kept you abreast of the situation so you could inform your team, but I did not. I should have handled that better.”
Act: Where what I do speak louder than what I say. I seek to make amends to ease whatever stress/issues may have arisen due to my actions.
“I can offer a/b/c in light of my mistake. What would be preferable to you to work this out and ensure we’re on good ground to not let this occur in the future?”
I ensure I follow through on my deliverables in a timely fashion – if it’s at work. In my personal life I make sure I keep my word on whatever resolution. In either case I do my damnedest to not let whatever it was occur again.
That being said, I don’t wallow in it. I messed, I’ve apologized, we’ve worked it out. Do not bring it up again. No one likes dead horses except the glue factory, let’s move along.
Unless you want me to be clever but devastating, that is.
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Today is Day 19 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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As part of the month long celebration of a friend’s birthday. we had a birthday lunch at a Momofuku Noodle Bar. Yes, that is the actual name a small, but popular chain of an Asian noodle bar in New York City. I’ve been to Momofuku a few times now. For a place renowned for their noodles, each time I’ve been there was for their chicken dinner, of which there is not one noodle to be found.
Let me present Delicious Exhibit A: Deep Fried Chicken and Spicy Sweet BBQ Wings, plus salad and tortillas in the covered black dish.
Momofuku Chicken Dinner
Really how gorgeous is that bowl of veggies? Romaine lettuce, mint and cilantro sprigs, with sliced mini carrots and radish. So colorful, it’s a work of art.
There were five of us at the table. There was still three pieces of chicken left over. That has never happened before. We all looked at each other as if to say “How did this happened?” We just couldn’t eat another bite.
Not even this:
Just a little something…
So naturally the birthday girl got to take the leftovers home, sans the little bit above of course.
You won this round Momofuku, we’ll get you next time.
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Today is Day 18 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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Today is St. Patrick’s. Yes, it is celebrated here in the New York City with parades, the wearing of the colors of Ireland, consuming traditional Irish food and let’s be honest drinking -seriously a lot of drinking. While it is a very festive occasion in several Major cities here in the U.S., it is not a national holiday here where schools, banks and government offices close. While many places celebrate it, what a lot of people don’t know is that Montserrat is the only other place outside of Ireland where the date is officially marked as a national holiday.
Montserrat, “The Emerald Isle of the Caribbean” Irish connections have long been a source of interest for local residents and tourists alike, and over the past two decades have made concerted efforts to bolster its Irish legacy and build upon perceived connections between present-day Montserrat and historic Irish communities. Its most prominent example of these being St. Patrick’s Day, that simultaneously commemorates the island’s Irish heritage and an uprising by Afro-Caribbean slaves and members of the island’s free black community on the same day in 1768.
An officially designated national holiday, it has become a week-long festival that includes a parade in national dress, dinners, dancing, pub crawls and public talks.
Part of a St. Patrick’s Day Celebration in Montserrat.
So to my best friend who is from The Emerald Isle of the Caribbean, Erin Go Braugh!
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Today is Day 17 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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May you always have…
…the hindsight to know where you’ve been,
…the foresight to know where you are going and
…the insight to know when you have gone too far.
Sometimes people don’t realize they’ve pushed the wrong button
and sometime they know exactly.
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Today is Day 16 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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A voice gone
In the nebulous
Echoing
Thoughts faded
To disappear completely
Never felt again
I am lost
Much like the fog in
Morning sun
Just like dew
To disappear completely
In the deep vastness
In the words
Once heard in volume
Now slowly
Gone silent
To disappear completely
And no one noticed
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dVerse Poets Pub | MTB: Phantom Form — Shadorma
A Shadorma is a phantom form enshrouded in shadows and mystery. It is a syllabic poem consisting of six-line stanzas. The pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5, and you may write one stanza, twenty, or anywhere in between.
In honor of its nebulous origins, pub tender Gospel Isosceles suggests the content explore the fog, the paranormal, the unexplained phenomena of life and death. Ultimately though, let the Shadorma lead in what one shall write…and reveal.
According to Wiki: The Ides of March is a day on the Roman calendar that corresponds to the 15th of March. It was marked by several religious observances and was notable for the Romans as a deadline for settling debts.
Friends, Romans but specifically Americans know that, with some exceptions, April 15th is Tax Day in the U.S. Tax Day is the date in which whether you owe Uncle Sam (the anthropomorphize avatar of the US government) or Uncle Sam owes money, you grin and bare/bear it and have to have your taxes filed.
I mostly remember the Ides these days because my mother was one of those people who though having received her W-2 at the end of January, would still wait until April 14th to mail in her taxes.
In elementary school most of us learn about Julius Caesar and his infamous last words when his supposed rod dog/main bro Brutus turned coat on him and just watched him get shanked on March 15th. <– Like my revisionist history? I once made a joke that Mach 15th was the 30 day warning bell. Mommy knew she had a month to get her taxes in order. My mother would have loved that Tax Day is on April 18th this year for it would have given her two more days of procrastination.
And why all of that? Because somehow a discussion on taxes came up while attending the repast of an erstwhile colleague.
Death and Taxes – get it? Get it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah – I know, bad Raivenne, bad! I’ll go bed now.
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Today is Day 15 – The Ides of March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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Raivenne-lations 