Single Status

I am doing a poll on single people. Being single amazes me in more ways than one. Even though I’m not single at the moment, it’s tough being in a relationship and not quite my cup of tea. Maybe it’s me or the other person, but I was more in tuned being single in the past.
It was peaceful, a loving embrace and I had never been happier.

Not everyone like being single, and most people like being in a relationship. You have to know what’s for you right off the bat. Do you. Be you. If you have to, date yourself. Get to know yourself. Learn what works and what doesn’t.

Until we meet again,


April is Poetry Month- Poem 4

The fourth, but last poem is by Nikki Giovanni called “Choices”. Life is full of choices, rather it be good or bad. The choices you make everyday affect the present, and the future. When you make a bad one, depending on the severity, regardless anyway, you can learn from them. Make every choice count. Thank you for enjoying these four poems by the greatest and famous poets!
(I make no claims on these poems.)


If i can’t do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don’t want
to do
It’s not the same thing
but it’s the best i can

If i can’t have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i’ve got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want

Since i can’t go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn’t lateral

When i can’t express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
I know
but that’s why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

—Nikki Giovanni (June 5, 1943- Present)

Until we meet again,


April is Poetry Month- Poem 3

The third poem is by Robert Frost called “The Road Not Taken”. I love this poem since I first read it back in high school, which was some years ago. It reminded me when I was a child walking through the woods ( which I won’t do now). Life is always about choices.
(I make no claims on these poems.)


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

—Robert Frost ( March 26, 1874- January 29, 1963)

Until we meet again,