To you also I give my thanks.

Silhouette

Will he come

To me tonight

I wonder as I silhouette

So lonely

Picture framed by window casings

Will he come

To me tonight

As the shadows go

My longing grows

For his warmth again at my side

Will he come

To me tonight

His shade I seek inside I am weak

From the day on Iwo he did leave

Please lord bring him to me one last time

Chris McQueeney    5/27/12    9:59 A.M

……………………………

Thank you to all the men and women that have served for our country in the armed services. As I reflect on the losses some have incurred so that I may have the freedom that I so cherish today, I feel inside a debt of gratitude. To the families of those that have passed and those that will come, to you also I give my thanks.

Please do not take this as a political platform from which to expound on the virtues for or against the need for an armed services. There will be time enough for that on another day.

For today and tomorrow I just wish to say thank you!

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The image House At Dusk, 1935, was painted by Edward Hopper

I also want to say thank you to Tess from The Mag for the prompt, every week she offers up to us an image from which to create worlds with words. please visit to see what others have left behind on their path through life.

Has recovered

You lived well

Rest well friend

Your life long journey

Has reached its end

You lived well friend

The peace inside

You no longer need defend

Fare you well friend

And with my heart I will send

My prayers for you…

Rest well friend

Chris McQueeney    5/26/12    10:08 A.M. 

Green monkey asked what happened after my father died, and today I will touch on that just a little. The day dad died was fucking crazy. The whole day I was on the phone with friends and family. Telling them about what had happened, and trying to calm that raging thing inside. I wrote about it already but let’s just say that it was enough to swallow my soul.

I was about three months sober at the time and was just starting to recover my life. One of the people who I was on the phone with was Bill. The minute I got back from Corvallis a group of my friends were waiting at my house to take me to an AA meeting. All because Bill knew that if I didn't end up there that night I probably wouldn't survive the week, not just loaded but probably dead.

Bill and Jo and Jim took me to a meeting somewhere, I have no idea where, somewhere. I cried the whole way and Bill comforted me. Again I have no idea what he said, just that he was genuine and that he cared.

At around three this morning a friend of mine passed away, Vicki Smith. Vicki was also Bill's mother in law. This morning I got to call him and tell him that I loved him and my prayers went out to him and his family.

Vicki had an infectious smile and she was around all the time at a very important point in my life. Steve I am so sorry for your loss. Bill and Genia my heart is with you.

Vicki Smith

Recovered

Mother, Friend, Wife

May God walk with you

And hold you in his gentle hands

April    23^rd    1961

May    26^th      2012

Chris McQueeney    5/26/12    9:53  A.M.

ebb and flow

From the light

Realize

I have been walking

One

     Half

Step

                        To the right

Or left of

          Comfortable...

All a matter of perspective

The razor's edge is only

     Cutting sharp

Until laid on its side

The path from then on

Rather wide filled with

The ebb and Flow

Beauty

Outside reflecting

From the light inside

Chris McQueeney    5/21/12    4:19 P.M

Life can be a thing of beauty if we let it...if.

This poem came from a conversation I had with Christopher at View From The Northern Wall, and a comment I left in response to erin at in search of white space


Also please go on over to dVerse poets pub to see what is being offered up on the menu for open link night


picture credit goes to ucyg.blogspot.com I got the image off of Bing images and I have no idea what content the blog it came from supports, besides being a youth group. If you see something there you like cool, feel free to share it, but if you find something there that you deem offensive I don't want to hear I am just using the image and giving credit where credit is due.

The greater things in life

Linger

I had a dream Last night

Of you

Echoes of anger and pain

Lingering

You were coming home

All right

Feel that and know

Inside

Truth in dreams is hard

To hide

Chris McQueeney    5/19/12    12:54 P.M.

Often I write about uncomfortable things, sad, ugly, and painful, but there are also amazing things in my life. Two of those things are my children. I always wanted kids, and I have been blessed with amazing ones. 

My son Chase is so like me. He looks like a mixture of my father and my grandfather. He is fricking smart and happy and he is for sure A.D.H.D. With him I have been given a chance to nurture his inquisitive mind. He had a fascination with dinosaurs and wild life. One day my little boy will be an amazing scientist. 

My daughter Karley...is so not A.D.H.D. She is a amazingly smart and cute. Blond hair and blue eyes help her melt hearts. One day while walking up the stairs to her room she started saying numbers, it wasn't until almost the top that I realized that she was counting the stairs, she hadn't even turned two yet. She looks like her mother, and all of the girls on my side of the family. Some day she will be a leader; what she will lead I have no idea, I just know it will happen. 

Before I started writing today I was thinking about how much my children mean to me. They are my world, and I can't imagine my world without them. I have never had the idea that I could be a hero, I have thought about it, and I don't know that I have that in me. But I would lay my life on the line to protect my children without thinking about it...but I don't think that would be heroic. I had someone tell me a few months ago that I would always choose my children over them...and I told them that it wasn't even a choice as far as I was concerned; it's just what you do......

Chris Mcqueeney

just a hi :-)

Just wanted to say Hi to my friends and family, readers and the people I am following. I love this writing thing and did I tell you that I fricking LOVE this writing thing!


So, Hi!!!!

Wander

Still

I am reprising this as one of my favorite submissions to dVerse for their one year  anniversary  thank you all for the venue!
7/19/12

How do I

How do I stand still

Steeling my nerves from

This thing swallowing my soul

Letting go my control

   Not…

             Doing

       Just…

                Breathe

            Don’t …

                         React

                Life…

                        Tumbling

How can I stand still

When my stars are falling

And the walls are tilting in

How can I stand still

   Without…

                   you

Chris McQueeney    5/8/12    11:28    P.M.

This poem has also been linked to dVerse poets  open link night...check um out.

Take my crown

For you

I would take the crown

Off the throne of the world

And burn the mother fucker down

For you

Burn it down

For you

I would strip my soul bare

And throw it at your feet to use

For you

Strip my soul

For you

I would break my crown

And tear my palace down brick by brick

For you

Brick by brick

For you

And burn the mother fucker down

For you….

Chris McQueeney    5/3/12

I was asked to write about what happened to my family after my father passed away (by Green Monkey), and I will. I have also been asked to talk more about my two children (by KJ), and that I will also do.

To a certain extent our family was fractured by the death of my father; it will take me a while of thinking to figure out how to to put it into words.

My children are amazing! Although Chase and Karley are overwhelming at times they are mine. I will be working on both of those requests...

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