VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
December 15

Into a box of friendship
To insure that it is strong
First a layer of respect
On the bottom does belong.

Then to the sides attach,
In the corners where they meet,
Several anchors full of trust,
Devoid of all deceit.

The height of friendship can be measured
By the sides of four,
So make them all a larger cut,
And the box will hold much more.

Now fill it up with courtesy,
Honor and esteem,
Understanding, sympathy,
And passion for a dream.

Add to that your honesty,
Emotions joy and love,
And since they’re so important,
Place them up above

But leave the box wide open
So all can see inside,
To learn what makes a friendship work
From the box you built with pride.

- © Chuck Pool -

2005

I was wishing I could start this day over even before it got started. It has just been a horrid day, awful. Gads I hope tomorrow is better.

2004

"I do believe it is possible to create, even without ever writing a word or painting a picture, by simply molding one's inner life. And that too is a deed."
– Etty Hillesum -

2003

can tears ever stop?
can years ever erase
can fears ever cease

2002

mind games toy with the heart until there is no longer a heart inside an empty hollow place resides inside of my being where things given can never be accepted for there is no knowledge of how they should be taken.

2001

silence in the morning
a fog hangs heavy
hiding all the miracles of the day

Little children sleep silently
soft smiles upon their delicate faces
hidden from them all that is the future

2000

I realized today that I have been an Aunt for six years, ain't I lucky.

1999

Has my mood destroyed my friendships, where has everyone gone I ask myself. I promise to try harder at not allowing the blackness to encompass my thoughts, to tear at my insides, to eat at my soul

1998

Has my mood destroyed my friendships, where has everyone gone I ask myself. I promise to try harder at not allowing the blackness to encompass my thoughts, to tear at my insides, to eat at my soul

Icy fingers touch the window pane
a reminder that the year is near it's finish
Soon what has laid dormant will bloom
from the sun's kiss of warmth and the cycle will begin anew

1997

Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards.
- Vernon Sanders Law -