Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm
Yesterday was April 30th, the end of “Testicular Cancer Awareness Month”.
Also yesterday, I was asked to put an 8 Ball emoji on my FB page for “Prostrate Cancer Awareness”.
I told the individual that asked I wasn’t saying no but I’d have something to say on the subject.
I don’t like to override myself. I like to give my postings 3 or 4 days before putting up something new. Exceptions to the rule and rule carefully those exceptions. I got a personal beaut too.
Causes, we all have them and most people are of the mind that their cause is the cause everyone should get behind. If you aren’t on board with them then you’re some kind of something they can stick a label on.
In my travels through April I saw no mention of what April represented on the cancer frontline. I’m talking about usual moving around in the core of my city. No special deals with a percentage going to research for testicular cancer. I got my face in a knot over this lack of male consideration in a piece I wrote about opting out on pink in October.
I was enlightened by a member of my community that one of those major entities I note in the no pink for me has changed the way they do things. This would also be a lesson in being at the least personable, and even better outgoing within your community. You do meet some terrific people.
I don’t know how far reaching the cancer campaign for, “Lady Balls” was. For the uninitiated, Lady Balls are ovaries. That was the crux of the campaign, ladies got balls. Appealing to those feminists sans vagina and FemiNazis everywhere no doubt. Pissing off more than a few along the way with the approach too.
Someone close to me went to Ovarian cancer. I know what it’s about. I can even use the real words that represent the condition. I also happen to believe you shouldn’t be cute when it comes to health matters. That doesn’t mean you should be brutal either.
We in the 1st world are pushed at electronically on a daily basis. Push technology assaulting us when we the people want pull technology. No one likes being pushed.
Showing what cause(s) you’re behind is a good thing. Showing and telling people in your own space where they can learn more about or support the cause, also a good thing. Quietly asking someone for a hand for your cause as was the case with my being asked to post the 8 Ball, another good thing.
In the moment I have my own causes to consider and the things I need to do to be done.
G.R. Hambley May 1st, 2017
Lyric
Unseen she stepped inside
Know it’s her by the steps
She stares straight ahead
Her face kept firmly set
Padding past the tables
Moving straight on through
Glassy eyes somewhere far
Waiting her turn in Queue
Hear her talking at the till
Voice that completely engulfs
She’s lets out a little laugh
Sees me talking to myself
What’s got you lady blue
Where are you so far away
Won’t you sit for just a few
Coming back round again
Know she’s seeing everything
Always a table just for you
On her own with what’s disturbing
See her reflection in the glass
Does she know what they took
Lady blue where’s your spark
Had to see my wondering look
Leaving quietly like she came
There’s no smiles or waves
If I could tell you what I see
Only lonely as she leaves
What’s got you lady blue
Where are you so far away
Couldn’t you of sit for just a few
G.R. Hambley ©
April 04, 2017
There are two stories and a resultant lyric poem here. One story is about relationship. The other is a story of a couple collaborations that came as a result of the relationship. How two people’s mutual likes begat more.
I’ve brought the Life Coach and Artist and Another Artist to this piece but you can scroll down to the lyric poetry if you so choose.
These two people encountered each other as peers. A real relationship formed from their encounter and they became and shall always be good friends.
More simply I liked her goodies and she liked mine. No, you don’t have to send the kids out of the room. This is a family hour tale and would be a good one to share with the kids. The kiddies might not be ready for the lyric poetry.
Both of us write, well. Two writers got together and something very good happened. The fact is 3 very good things happened on the writing level. Yes friendships are good things too but those are beyond being good and have special place as this friendship does.
You may have seen “Little Black Dressed” differently. If you haven’t you can read the exercise in poetry that Lady Anonymous and I did. Poetry for an Acrostic phrase I came up with, “Little Black Dress”. The first letter of every line when read down like a crossword puzzle make the phrase. Together we gave the readers the perspective from both a woman and a man on that item of apparel. Lady Anon was kind enough to give it up for me when I asked her to write the woman’s perspective.
Looking at things differently led to collaborating with Lady Anon again to this time make lyric poetry. We got to know each other better and a friendship grew. Grew in the same way all relationships grow, by getting to know each other.
Early on in the relationship me and Lady A, we’d say the exact same thing to each other but different. She’d send me things with a consideration and I’d do the same for her. She’d say something like, “if you’ve seen this, sorry for sending it”. I’d send things and say, “I don’t know what you know, I know what I know” for something she might already know. My friend and me, we haven’t used those disclaimers for a long time now. Some things become a given and some givens in relationship are comfortable.
After that interlude, back to collaboration.
I was reading the poem by Lady Anon and saw something that got me thinking. I gave her piece a little spin, flipping the 3rd and 4th stanzas. Then I headed over to a piece I’d written, “Corridor’s End” to ponder on the chorus in that poem.
I checked in with Lady Anonymous on whether or not I’d shown her just the flipping of the stanzas or moved the piece along to her after I’d added the chorus in. She is of the mind that I put it together and then sent along what I’d done for her consideration so we’ll go with that.
Yes, there was some concern on my part how what I had done would be received. At the time I did what I did, the relationship we have hadn’t been going on for all that long. You start playing with someone’s work, there is damn good reason for you to have concern!
I’m never comfortable with begging forgiveness rather than asking permission. Fortunately Lady Anonymous really liked what I did. She also assuaged my slightly guilty conscience and assured me no harm and there was no concern because it was me.
We take a little sideslip back in to the relationship here. This relationship began in a place common to both of us. Two people out doing things they like to do in a place they like to do it. There are others who do the same. We are talking about the Internet and not a local writers circle. The specific location we both hang out on the web is WordPress.
I’ve shared this little tidbit with people for a long time and frequently with people wondering why they can’t meet someone, why they can’t find relationship. Simple stuff really. You only meet people in 2 places and 2 places only. The 2 places you meet people are at work and in your activities. That’s it.
If you live to work you’ll probably find someone in your work environment like you and the two of you will be quite happy. If you work to live, it means “you” getting out there and doing the things “you” like to do in the places those things happen. Means you might be going places on your own but the bright side is, when you get there you’ll find other people doing that same thing you like to do!
Lady A knew me well enough to know that I see differently, I go delving in to works from different angles. You can see for yourself what I mean by the different angles by reading, “Overdosed, The Creation Of”. FYI, Lady Anonymous was an incredible sounding board as that piece of poetry came to life.
We talked about why I flipped the stanzas. By flipping the stanzas we had the tale of a woman who just couldn’t take the charade anymore. A woman who couldn’t be what she’d become. A woman who has reached her emotional end. The original poem in its acrostic form wouldn’t have stood up just by giving it a chorus. The tale would of been disjointed.
Lady Anonymous in her version of, “Little Black Dress” showed the woman in both 1st person and 3rd person. We had a good amount of chatter back and forth between us during the titching and the result is all 1st person and oh so very personal!
Lady A’s woman’s touch was especially helpful when I was punching up the chorus. It was in consultation with Lady A that I took the masculine harder hit out for a softer landing.
For all of you, Lady Anonymous will always be, Good Friend.
We hope you enjoy this collaborative work as much as “WE” enjoyed its creation!
G.R. Hambley ©
May 26, 2016
Living out life in a gleeful rage
Innocence in this smile, tricks in another
The sweetness of the slaughter upon the lips
The second-hand silk is only a tease
Nowhere to be, what flew from heaven at your sound
Hoping and praying, the sound of the wings just not around
Looking for approval while asking for criticism
Emotions raw beneath the reflection
Betraying the cards up this sleeve
Lucky that mirrors always forget
Nowhere to be, what flew from heaven at your sound
Kneeling and praying, the sound of the wings just not around
Returning home alone once more
Every morning it’s just the same
Salting the wounds with a shot of Jack
Sleeping past noon in last night’s silk
Nowhere to be, what flew from heaven at your sound
Falling and praying, the sound of the wings just not around
Assaulting jealousy with laughter
Concealing the weariness with wit
Killing time in exquisite ways
Dying, one day, with memories instead of fantasies
Now it’s gone, no more when you call is an angel found
No angel can save you when your body touches down
Now it’s gone
No angel around
Now it’s gone
No angel found
Lady Anonymous & G.R. Hambley ©
March 12, 2015
I’m told there has been a WordPress glitch and the posting of Part 1 may not have shown up in your reader. WordPress is my hub to other locations so I cannot delete and repost. The link to “Act I” will open in a new tab or window.
Distant fires of camps seen from on high
Reverberation of drums quaking the mire
Steeds tremble in wave after wave of hate
Insidious screams disturbing still night
Calling to embrace the only right rite
Drawing the two on to what they fear
Four legged one makes circles in clouds
Horned one paws at the bloody ground
Angel glides down to face the demonic one
Angels conversing on these evil’s doing
Angels plotting an end what’s beyond hell
They know your name and your game
Mine’s always been to turn anger to tame
Together we’ll turn their world blacker
Unholy three means there is one for me
The second shall end at the hand of thee
Third to be held at bay by the majik two
We know what our failure will spawn
Let the two rest for making way at dawn
This is ours my misunderstood old friend
Angels speaking on these evil’s doing
Angels praying to end what’s beyond hell
All they’ve done, all that’s been taken
One way or other, they’ll know forsaken
Sickness ends with certain death of life
Morning brings return to the perilous path
Tension filled, expecting unbridled wrath
Shaft of light brings The Supreme One’s amen
Crossing bloody rivers where bodies flow
Earth so scorched nothing shall ever grow
Signs clearly showing today, angels must shine
Angels acutely feeling these evil’s doing
Angels finally seeing what’s beyond hell
Humanity at violent odds defiling its ugly self
Three books, contrived by false prophets for wealth
Acting out vile passages in the name of The One
Doings despicable with disregard to the old rule
Bloody axes fall, arrows fly, pain to them from you
You’ll soon see what’s coming from the one’s will
One wars with two as two wars with three
Three attacks one knowing two won’t disagree
All against one and all for none but themselves
Angels watched these evil’s doing
Angels lurking over those beyond hell
End Act II
G.R. Hambley ©
May 12, 2016
I’d like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and prosperous New Year.
Just so y’all know I am nonreligious and love the spirituality of the season.
From me Gary to all of you, all the best!
G.R. Hambley all rights reserved
In to each life some smiles from surprise must fall
Now a touch of surreal, a she can’t believe it and I can coming
Making her indomitable way, funky little strut step
A woman on a mission, grace and verve
Right and left and right on top of where the wind blows, up
It’s happened just that fast, the Marilyn moment comes real
Look out! that cute skirt’s flyin’, the “uh oh” expression of surprise
Yes, you were indeed seen, no, there was not a thing obscene
Now wasn’t that such a thing to be, a memorable site for a guy to see
Makin’ the face she is of wondering how it could happen to me
Open the door, come inside, bemused looks pass between
Make reality truth, nonfiction fantasy, just believe, it’s easier
Edging on by, eyes straight ahead, face tinged embarrassed red
Needing from the island, cream and sugar, got her own spice
This way she’s a coming, with purpose and goodies to go
She smiles slow with a head shake, her smile returned with a nod
G.R. Hambley ©
July 10,2015
I’d just like to take a minute to say you’re welcome to The Muses, The Fates, my brethren Angels and The Gods who’ve had just a wonderful time today at my expense!
Laugh it up the lot of you and while you’re at it, keep in mind I know how to play too so considers yourselves told!
mutter,mutter
harumph, harumph, HARUMPH!
That feels much better!
The photopoem may be used as an inspirational desktop if you so desire. No other use permitted without my consent.
Long before there was sin
Way out where the souls begin
Came a song in a whisper
Voices together all soft and sure
Stars would gather from far and near
Had to come close so they could hear
None would miss the choirs call
All knew they wouldn’t ever fall
The music starting slow, singing welcoming all back home
Tune gently filling soul, chords and harmonies form
The heavenly voices surround
Glorious feelings abound
Told there will be new healing
Going to be part of a new being
Spread out on the solar wind
Take heart to where you’ll begin
None will be left to chance
Each and every one to the dance
The music continuing to swell, singing rising like fresh sea foam
Tune spreading like water from the well, colour of new chrome
Among the stars so much dismay
Could they ever make their way away
So many struck cold and in pain
Feeling lost as if being sent in shame
The distant halo comes to view
Beautiful will come from you
As you will always be mine
Where you are will be divine
The music reaching peak, mystic reasoning explains need
Tune in perfect pitch speaks, time my stars to fly to seed
G.R. Hambley ©
June 09, 2015
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Prance and dance, make pretend romance
There’s one here, one there, two more from elsewhere
Diddling and piddling from Portland to Portland
Beneath the guise of an unending malaise
Nothing and no one stops the fools drool
Knells hell’s only feed the rabid search
Parading through the maize, spreading disease
The ritual of the ride, followed with yapping good riddance
Insecticide rejecticide, fleeting thoughts of suicide
Nave, idol worshipping among the naive
The catch twenty-two, discovery of the truth
Now the evisceration after necessary neutering
G.R. Hambley ©
May 24, 2015
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