Saturday, October 8, 2011

“Flaming Liberal”

Hair afire 
eyes ablaze  
bleeding heart worn on my sleeve  
believing in changing my world  
one deed at a time  
hands open in kindness  
soul accepting alternatives  
mind embracing the strength of diversity  
Hair afire  
eyes ablaze  
bleeding heart worn on my sleeve  
expecting chivalry and honor  
even among the thieves  
hands sustaining the destitute  
soul offering them hope  
mind implementing the strategies of success   
Hair afire  
eyes ablaze  
bleeding heart worn on my sleeve  
acknowledging the flaws   
within the order  
hands mending the tears  
soul nursing lost courage  
mind deciphering the woes of our world  
Hair afire  
eyes ablaze  
bleeding heart worn on my sleeve  
ignoring taunts and insults  
from conformists  
hands reaching for harmony  
soul seeking tolerance  
mind exploring multiple paths for our destiny    

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Friday, October 7, 2011

“The Moat”


Moat at Trim Castle
Trim Ireland Sept. 2010
Subconsciously,   
I dug the ditch   
a spoonful at a time,   
never realizing I retreated   
behind tower walls   
to protect our ways.   
With bridge drawn,   
I tucked us into safety,   
buffering us from atrocities—   
the truths too discordant to hear.   
The trench widened and deepened,   
separating us from outsiders—   
foreigners with cruel customs,   
invaders contaminating our traditions   
with alien perspectives.   
I defended our ideals   
with water and wishes;   
yearning to shelter and shield;   
armoring us against    
the rest of the world.   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman




Trim Castle from across the Boyne River
September 2011

Thursday, October 6, 2011

"Home”

a branch from a strong tree   
grafted to another tree   
entwined and interlocked   
growing new   

a child’s mischievous grin   
before he puts a bean up his nose   
a cuddle on the couch   
calling softly   
Love you to eternity   

tasting life in all its flavors   
the spice of banter   
the bitterness of loss   
a sweet ecstasy    
of togetherness   

two hands clasped together   
heads bent over an open book   
laughter at private jokes   
whispering softly   
in yellow halos of light   

Copyright 1995 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

“The Best Advice”


         Just like most people, I’ve received my share of “deconstructive” advice over the years. You know what I mean. The two cents worth that a busybody must impart with great sincerity and greater hypocrisy. You smile and nod your head with a vague look in your eyes. You bite your cheek to prevent spewing your desired response, and instead you politely say, “Thank you so much for your advice.” Then you go on ahead and ignore it all because you doubt the motivations of this “well meaning” advisor.

         However, I do know that some people in my life bestowed wonderful tidbits of guidance and philosophy that carried me through rough times. Many of these pieces of advice came from unexpected sources when I least foresaw the impact of their wise words. I’ve grown to cherish these principles and thought I’d pass them along today. I don’t want to present these canons in any particular order because at different points in my life, they’ve taken on different degrees of importance.

1.       Don’t have a television set in your bedroom. Couples don’t need that distraction. (This came from my mother right before I got married.)

2.      Try everything twice because you may not like it the first time around. (My father’s marital advice. So many different levels to this tidbit . . .)

3.      Never stay in a relationship if there’s physical or emotional abuse. (Both of my parents were very firm on this.)

4.      You have your entire life to reach for goals and dreams. (My father finished college at the age of 48 and started a new career at 50.)

5.      Enjoy each and every stage of child rearing and parenthood. (Remember, your relationship with your children lasts your entire lifetime.)

6.      Sometimes, you just have to put your head down and plow through the bullshit by sticking out a bad situation until you get to the “good stuff.” (Delayed gratification leads to such tremendous rewards.)

7.      Choice becomes a part of every day. We cannot often control what happens to us, but we can choose how we respond to those events. (I’ve always had trouble with this because I want to try to control situations/events/people. You know, trouble shoot and prevent; but somehow that rarely works.)

8.      Plan for the worst, but hope for the best. (These words guide my daily life now more than ever.)

9.      You can spend your life miserable looking at what you don’t have, or you can spend your life happy with what you do have. (I can never understand why some people choose to be unhappy, but they do.)

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman



        


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

"Orange"


            Tough   
            Skinned   
            Rough   
            Textured   
Pitted against the world   
            Thick   
            and  
            Coarse   
The cover you wear protects and hides   
            Your softness   
            Your sweetness   
            Your tenderness   

Copyright 1995 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman