Seven DAZE A WEEK: Daily Poems, a Colleciton
Frantic Friday
The ailments are fictional.
The complaints are imagined.
The ghost of Thursday sits silent.
Brooding. Her head bent over a dead
Mind, She is, "blown away," by Friday’s
Never erring Firing Range of Convictions.
Laws passed upon those who have no means of
Eloquent diction are inherently fishy, tricky nets…
Laid to catch the innocent lobsters vacuuming the
Ocean floor; the dazzling American and International
Sea of Ugly ME, is washed away by raging rivers of literacy,
Equality is not a theory but an act of being interested in...
Flooding the market with good actors making better movies and...
Avoiding the nasty red herring served as tonight’s Free "home cooked,”
High speed internet D R A M A! OH the shows, go slow, and stay “hungry.”
For those "starving,” deprived souls, searching for love, they welcome, the end.
Friday is a fantastic, Host. He wears a bow-tie and serves the most intricate
Roast beef and mutton, Rabbit, and Fox, all kinds of Otter and even the
The toast comes with caviar, poisoned, with toxic waste from corporate
Haste in a yummy and low-fat anchovy paste. The weekend is over.
Thyroid Thursday
Lucinda looks worried.
She is always in a hurry.
Her thyroid riots. Diet.
Doctors. Needles and
Pain! To treat the cancer
Headed for her brain.
She struggles to comply
With all the medical
Instructions.
The hassle is AWESOME!
Yet...
Lucinda, cries… she doesn’t
“Want to die."
But the Cast of her
Survival Show are all
slated to expire. Her
situation is truly dire.
Winsome Wednesday
Wednesday is lazy; wearing paisley.. To
match a tired last name, linked to fame.
The flames of ingenuity burn Wednesday’s
Bun, leaving a crust of cinnamon
Swirl in the whirl and bustle;
The ongoing hustle… Looking for
More Money to replace the fence
Around the property that will
Yield to the the yellow fields of;
Wet Daisies; twin towers of shimmering’
Queen’s Lace; face the west winds
catching smiles tossed on busy
City sidewalks.
Tight LIP Tuesday
Tuesday wears a flawed skirt;
Spring blows and hay happens,
the ocean ripples in the back
seat action of a Tuesday morning
cooking spree; and then WORK
Waits with an open sign and a cash
machine spitting out dollars.
Melting away in a lazy haze of
evening pleasure prone and
spread eagle with the remote.
Miraculous Monday
Guten Morgen, YOU!
How was your weekend?
Mine was very relaxing.
Yes. It was. I’m relaxed.
Tickled pink, actually.
Because today is a Miraculous May
Monday; another fresh start
Chiseled from the remains
Of last week’s charred
Sentence fragments...
Soul Soothing Sunday!
Ah, Friends…. Dearest and most cherished regular readers and supporters of Frau Kolb & Talkinggrid. I’m so happy you stopped by, again…. I don’t have much to say today, but yesterday; I was able to use my own blog as therapy. Yes, I did. I wrote about someone who had offended me, published it, and now, this morning I deleted it. I’m sure that that entry; that expression exists on some data-base which I have no control over and I am OK with that; because I got a little hurt off my chest.
Little hurts… they add up. Carry them around long enough and they burn holes in your armor; leaving you vulnerable to soul invasion.
Recently, I realized that I’ve set myself up for little hurts by trying to support people who have no clue how to love. None. When you give of yourself to those that are selfish; always focused on their problems… well, a couple years ago, I helped someone that was actually supposed to be helping me; he was in the healer position. (I have found that most of the alternative healers are actually quite desperate, horny, people… no more informed or caring than anyone else, yet… having acquired a license to perform acupuncture or Chinese Medicine… they become convinced of their own… virtue. Hah!)
Fact: some people LOOK forward to the part of the movie where you need help and ask so they can say, “Namaste,” which means: "FUCK YOU!" in California and now, the residents of Florida, ever so quick to pick up bad habits and turn them into dogma… also use the Sanskrit word for, “I see the holy in you…” into mode of saying; “GO AWAY! YOU have serious issues. In other words, party is over, I gotta GO Home.” Hah! Don’t let it get to you. But anyone who asks you for help or advice in CA is actually totally comfortable with the concept of using your ideas, profiting, and forgetting about the fact that they called you, got advice, succeeded, or avoided disaster—and then they forget, because… I guess the pace is so fast, the grind so hard, and they knew what they were doing, anyway, and just called you; begging for free advice… weeping… because they had no better strategy. Hah!
Now, I know… I’ve integrated this hard won knowledge into my mode of perception; defining reality, in terms of what is and what is not… authentic exchange, mutual interest, and dynamic; mutually enhancing support... and NOW… I’m FREE. I’ve given, cared, and worked to help others who… don’t even seem to notice; when you help them negotiate their way to WAY BETTER financial picture… money, getting it, is mostly about feeling that you can and finding someone that agrees, who is in the position to provide. That is all… the world is full of people with money and providing services, love, caring to them… will always ensure your own well being.
Being a descendant on my father’s side of former house slaves; who benefited from their status, as offspring of the BIG HOUSE in plantation land St. Croix… long ago… Of her masters, my grandmother, having emigrated to the Dominican Republic said to my mother, “They do not hit. They give enough food. We always have food. They taught us how to read.” My grandmother was an Anglo-Style servant, trained for Big Homes, and British style service; thus, she got excellent positions in affluent homes in Dominican Republic; where the economy under the dictator was booming. Anyway…
One of my Facebook friends; posted some interesting pictures of Kara Walker’s new work… sugar sculptures… “oozing,” melting evil… I don’t know but her spin on reality looks like white guilt porn to me… I don’t buy it. I don’t relate. I wish that if must rehash the past it wasn’t the same old song… we heard that already! WE know that dominant story of the black holocaust; I know serious material… thus it can’t be critiqued… I must say I prefer it when people tell stories in which African or partially African humans are humans first; not a fragment in a historical drama… not chattel, but rather individuals, kidnapped, yes… but not always into evil homes of sadistic owners; but much like the pampered pets of Beverly Hills women; some slaves were loved by their fathers; their masters; some masters realized that their property was had talent; was able and subsequently acknowledged their status as part of the franchise, preservers of the estate(s), managers of the household; the business, the cow-herd; people treated thus; might bare the “Master Class,” no resentment… or there might be people above thinking in terms of race, my father never told me of his racial status; his political ambitions and understandings; did not separate him from the rest of humanity; thus, life for many middle income educated African Americans; reality hinges on integration, success, and participating in what seems to us the tremendous good fortune of being born in the NEW WORLD; because it is the mix of European, sometimes sea-monsters, other times like in Toni Morrison’s work, into the children of the Africa diaspora which have tremendous verve… a poignant; rhythmic understanding of an elemental music of the love; capable of transforming hate into love via all embracing regard for the human truth: we have ALL SUFFERED, all humans suffer, the sons and daughters of kings suffer and no amount of money can protect you from reality. Yet, we can all celebrate because we have THE BLUES, a gift, a flower from the mud of oppression, sweet and fragrant; soothing and true, eternally in bloom and waiting to soothe you. Take heart. Your pain, isn’t yours alone. Remember; if you can’t patent the pain; if you can’t sell it, exchange it, or turn it into something good… well, it might be time to simply let it go and abandon the position which hurts… unless of course, you enjoy pain… and that is a different story.
Goodbye and Thank you,
Frau Kolb
WE MUST Cultivate the GARDEN!
"Cultivate Peace," © Frau Kolb 2013
I often find myself thinking of this line "WE must cultivate our Garden," Voltaire's Candide's verdict, at the end of the skinny little, up and down, adventure-novella.
My understanding of the quote is that WE can and must actively create the living vision of PEACE and ABUNDANCE we yearn for in some by-gone golden age or futuristic utopia. Few of us live in daily bliss of our own construction. Yet, I insist that it is possible to be HAPPY with LIFE most of the time.
YES! Friends! It is true. You can be HAPPY! YES! YOU!!!!
The key: apply “The Vacation Approach.” Yes. NOW. "What?" “HOW?”
YOU ask.
Here is the abridged version: 1. Appreciate that every obstacle is a miracle waiting to unfold. 2. Laugh. Seriously. NOW, practice laughing every day, make time for laughter. Prioritize it. SO: Hah! HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! That is how WE do it. OK. 3. Limit your intake. You are what you watch. You are what you read. You are what you eat. Think about it. Your life is a garden. YOU decide what you grow. Weeds? Pluck 'em or smoke 'em or eat 'em. You decide. It is your world. In this vein, your home is your sanctuary. (I don’t care IF you live under the bridge, you can experience bliss at home by INTENDING it. Start by turning off the horror the horror THE NEWS and allowing yourself to listen to your own breath. INhale. Exhale. Yep. See THAT! You are a miracle! You breath! (Don't allow the dirty river of television to stream uninterrupted into your house with bad ideas and BS images of food and weight or diet plans.) Simply be selective what you put into your body. Porn. Junk Food. All of it debilitates YOU! Choose: healthy (organic is best) food. Beautiful harmonious images can make you feel better about the world (make time for nature) in art and LIFE: one place where you can get the extra special GOOD healing viewing is at the Frick Museum in NYC or the Rothko Room at the London Tate, in LA we have the beach and mountains as a source of comfort, healing, and rejuvenation. ART here, I think fills the gap of needed mental excersize, for some. 4. Pick your friends/travel companions/crew, first mates, and officers wisely, actively. Terminate relationships that don't work FAST! IF you have a captain other than yourself be sure that person will go down with the ship (YOU) IF needed. Dump the assholes. Cut. Prune. KEEP IT TIGHT! 5. Focus on what you want MORE of… in order to create peace in the world you must experience it daily, spend time alone, pray, paint, draw from within yourself and find the infinite power of creative activity and focusing on our preferred activities of service and LOVE. Thus we cultivate prosperity, celebrate wealth, create a sumptuous feast of JOY for our many loving friends, COOK! EAT! YES! Remember: celebrating LIFE is a skill and the more that you do it the better you get at it. 6. Volunteer. Give back to the community. I garden. I touch DIRT! Find a way. Do it everyday and encourage others to PICK UP TRASH and take their own bags to the super market. IF we ALL made these choices the entire planet would be a beautiful garden with healthy, happy, well fed people EVERYWHERE (That is my wish for the planet. I see it clearly. I see a world where EVERY HUMAN has everything they need and MORE. I write this truth here and thus this possibility is one step closer to be the absolute truth of human experience, to which I believe we are headed, despite our mis-steps and blunders along the way to paradise.) Think about how the water keeps the plant alive and the SUNLIGHT how it caress the leaves and brings out the best in them. Let that dazzling truth soak into your soul. Allow yourself time to heal. REST in the garden, as you WORK in the garden of your LIFE cultivating peace today and everyday, make time for small rituals of rejuvention and beauty, like those provided by the one and only Nite Spa in Venic Beach California. Save your own LIFE. Don't forget to get out there and grow some organic lettuce, tomatoes, and yummy dark green kale! & last butt not least: APPLY The SEVEN BOOK RULE!
THE SEVEN BOOK RULE
The Seven Book RULE is the secret to my abundance of LOVE and desire to LIVE it UP! I am the original BON VIVANT! I thrive in wine bars, dancing, kissing, romancing, flirting, to music! I live in BACHIC Splendor! I am AFRO LATINA. My parents come from Dominican Republic and Spanish is my first LANGUAGE (don’t forget it). I am a first generation American. I had the good fortune to be well raised by caring, intelligent, and educated parents. My father was an attorney in Dominican Republic when he met my mother. My mother comes from an illustrious Dominican Family. History book… people of wealth and class… yet, her grandfather gambled away not one, not two butt three inheritances… I ran away from home at 17 not because my parents were horrible people butt because I was adventure ready. I’ve had a BLAST!
I’m still having FUN! I plan on keeping it UP! Hah!
Anyway… Apply the SEVEN BOOK RULE if you want to solve any problem, tackle any obstacle, achieve any goal; GO! to the public library (the most blessed and noble institution in the most wonderful and abundant United States of America) and get yourself a stack of seven books on whatever bugs you: DIVORCE, DEATH, Disease… Whatever the problem the more you know about it, what others have done before you to deal with the issue and get on with the business of living THE BETTER!
YOU think SEVEN BOOKS is too many? Well let me assure you that reading ONE book on any topic is NEVER enough (…and I don’t care IF that book is the Bible…). Read only ONE book and base your opinion on it and you will sound like and idiot babbling on topics with no clue. Two books is a little better. Three is much better. Four and you are looking good and feeling informed. Five and YOU know a good, useful, amount about the topic. Six and you are ready to deal with almost any aspect or complication related to your problem and SEVEN! SEVEN BOOKS means you are a MASTER ready to deal with whatever issue with dignity and style.
I know because I wrote the unpublished book “THE VACATION APPROACH,” before I got THE CANCER diagnosis. I wrote it from the perspective that I had something to say about success because I felt and feel successful because I have lived my life according to my innermost callings and thus have found a measure of fulfillment in LIFE. Yes. It is true. I have. This doesn’t mean that I am perfect or that I think I am perfect. I am divinely flawed LIKE you. WE are all perfectly flawed and our flaws often house our greatest strengths. Yet, everyday I cultivate peace and enjoy the fruits of that labor.
Much LOVE,
Frau Kolb