With Heartfelt Gratitude

This is one of my earliest posts about Remembrance Day.
I am reposting as my thoughts expressed here stand and sadly, nothing has changed except perhaps that “Lest We Forget” has now become “The World’s Biggest Shopping Day is now 11/11” and “11/11 isn’t just for Singles anymore!”
Service men and women fought for our right to freedom, not for our right to shop. Show some respect. Wear a poppy, stand for the two minutes, pull over, stop your damn car and be grateful that someone had the courage to make the sacrifice for you and your future.

The Eclectic Poet

“He is not missing, He is here”

~ Field Marshal Lord Plumer at the unveiling of the Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing 24th July 1927

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I am the first generation in my family that hasn’t served, fought or died for this country…

It’s not a big deal, something that gets talked about alot. Just something I noticed about a decade ago while working on a November 11th project with the kids.

When it comes to mind lately, the thought is even more poignant…

Some of the children who went to school at the same time, who made the construction paper poppies and sang John Lennon’s  “Give Peace A Chance” at the Remembrance Day assembly –  “my kids” – are part of the Canadian Forces currently in Afghanistan.

Boggles the mind. The “War To End All Wars” has come and gone and still, the world fights on.

I doubt that…

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Dry Out The Digs & Rev Up The Restoration!

The house is dried out and repairs are underway. Everything at KeiB Designs & Knits on Etsy is on sale for 10% off to help offset the cost of the deductible. It’s a great time to do some early gift shopping!

Pointe Shoes Punk Rock And Purl

To celebrate the end of the flood recovery, I’m having a “Downsize The Deductible” sale at KeiB Designs and Knits on Etsy. Take 10% off any item in the shop from today until 23 July! 📦🎁🔖🤗

https://www.etsyonsale.com/shop/KeiBDesignsAndKnitsDry

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Why So Wordi-less???

Because… kitty!

Murrr???

After losing Mysty several years ago, I didn’t think I’d have another pet but a chance posting caught my eye and I couldn’t stop thinking about this pretty girl’s story. She’s moved in, getting more comfortable everyday and has me talking “baby talk” pretty much 24-7. It’s eccentrically adorable but not conducive at all to poetry writing!

So, all of the things – family, home, Mr. Man and work are pretty much the same. If y’all are writing, grand and if you too are finding more to do on the 3D side of your screen, grander! If you’ve emailed, I never check it; you can reach me via comments or my real email. Take care All!

~ kei
11 March 2017

This is my baby’s story. I’m so happy she found me!

Everyone deserves a chance ❤

How to Be a Ladyperson at the Holidays: 10 Important Tips

How to Be a Ladyperson at the Holidays: 10 Important Tips

Still plenty of time to get it right Ladies!

I Miss You When I Blink

Straight from the ad pages of your favorite magazines, here’s your guide to being a girl in December. Take notes.

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1. Stay cozy. Wear a baby.

wear a baby If you play your cards right, your sensitive, goateed dad/boyfriend/professor will reward you with a pair of socks made out of his extra sweater sleeves.

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2. Flaunt your complexity.

Embrace all your many dimensions. Think: "I'm an heiress and an Italian professor at this upscale tropical funeral." Show off all your many dimensions at once. When planning outfits for your holiday soirées, think: “I’m an heiress and an Italian professor at this upscale tropical funeral.”

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3. Represent feminine softness in a hard masculine world.

coach All around you are skyscrapers made of bricks and iron and glass and ouchy things. They’re all pointy and hard. But not you. You’re a soft pink flower in a gentle haze of light. Everything around you is blooming, because you breathed springtime into winter. You’re a superfresh candypants sugarblossom.

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4. If you’re truly hot, you…

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Alone

Winds of change… Cleanse this space.
A reblog of a piece from my first month on WP and a link ~ https://theeclecticpoet.com/2012/05/23/alone/ ~ to the original.

The Eclectic Poet

I saw the path of my future

In the lines of your face

A route that seemed clear

In your palm I could trace

I have lost my compass

In the sands of time

Lost amid the shifting

In a life no longer mine

I’ll let myself be rocked

In the arms of the tornado

To feel something, anything

Until it too, shall let me go

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Poetry From The Vault

For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.

This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.

Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.

Blue

17 October 2011 at 13:03

 

Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms

I feel so… stretched

Pulled thin and transparent

I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy

My heart needs…  replenishing

Pumped out and labouring

Brown eyes like amber

Tell me all your heart’s secrets

Such treasures preserved

Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate

Leather, chamois, silk, velvet

blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee

Beautiful…

I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.

When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.

I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.

I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.

Such a tangled web we’ve woven

Your benign indifference leaves me frozen

Snap you fingers, demand my fire

This bed feels like a funeral pyre

If you don’t love me, leave me be

You can’t pick & choose the parts of me

 

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~ kei
17 October 2016