I know Your Out There,Changes For Me. ( poetry)By @ Aerobabe619

Let the music lead the way.

Find it harder to live each day.

I have to believe things will change.

And this time next year my world will be rearranged.

I believe in love I believe in life.

I will not ever again,be someone’s wife.

But I’ll give you one hundred percent

And unconditional love.

But I expect the same back,as the words above.

I will be happy this year for sure.

As only I can open up that door.

I’m responsible for my own happiness.

Success and changes made.

But God give me strength to do this each day.

All i want is to live out my time.

With my hand n someone’s

And theirs in mine.

Not looking for perfect or Cinderella dreams.

They don’t exist and i prefer reality.

I don’t ask for more than i deserve.

I won’t be your punching bag

Or emotional torch,I’m not your mother

But a woman of course,who has a lot to offer.

And i will let you be you,no changing right out of the blue.

Twenty-Fifteen is going to be.

The year i finally get to be me.

Hoping someone will join the journey.

In the mean time,i will love each day

And make wonderful memories.

Christmas 1970 (Poem) By @Aerobabe619

liddle kiddlles Liddle Kiddle By Mattel

Christmas 1970-By Cheri Linster

Dad was home for Christmas,the smell of scotch in the air.
He would smoke big cigars and watch football upstairs.
I thought that he was as big as life
Bigger than a grizzly bear.

The Christmas tree was decorated.Always the newest look.
We were making our list for Santa,using the big wish book.
At our school,a Santa helper came to take our list.
She wore a big red smock,you got to choose a pocket.
You either got a chocolate coin or a lollypop.

We handed in our list.Once she put into her bag.
There was no turning back.
Depending how good or bad, and what was on that list.
Determined what had your name in Santas sack.

I asked for Liddle Kiddles,
Dawn dolls and a farm.
Dollhouse furniture and a fire truck that had an alarm.

I loved snoopy and ScoobyDoo.
Etch-A-Sketch, Color forms and Spirograph.
View master reels,pictures all over the world.
Some educational,some made you laugh.

Christmas was the best for me,not just for the toys.
But my dad was home.
That was the greatest present,and until The day God called him
that was enough alone.

I still have my Dawn dolls,Liddle Kiddles to.
My thousands of view-masters,Raggedy Ann and more.
They are all for Layla,to enter Mimi’s world.
To be a little girl in the use your imagination of a 1970’s world

  • Liddle Kiddle Dolls and Extra’s -Mattell
  • Raggedy ANN-Raggedy Ann is a character created by American writer Johnny Gruelle (1880–1938)My  “Raggedy ann doll was manufactured by Knickerbocker Toy Co. 1963-1982, but many companies have manufactured Raggedy-Ann and Andy
  • Dawn Dolls and Extra’s -Topper
  • Scooby Doo and The Scooby Doo Cartoon- Hanna Barrera
  • Snoopy and Peanuts – Snoopy is a cartoon dog in the long-running comic strip Peanuts, by Charles M. Schulz.
  • ViewMasterReels-

    The first View-Master in the late 1930s wasn’t meant to be children’s toy. A Portland, Oregon, organ-maker and photographer named William Gruber was fascinated with a Victorian optical device known as a stereoscope, which created an illusion of 3-D using two side-by-side photographs. Gruber had the idea to mass-produce a portable stereoscope, using new Kodachrome color film, which could be held in one’s hands. For more information : http://www.collectorsweekly.com/photographs/view-masters  is full of information,pictures and guide on collections and this fantastic product i was introduced to by my dad and continue to introduce to my kids and their children.

    Etch-a-Sketch-is a mechanical drawing toy invented by André Cassagnes of France and subsequently manufactured by the Ohio Art Company.[1]The Etch A Sketch was introduced near the peak of the Baby Boom in 1960

    Spirograph-It was developed by British engineer Denys Fisher and first sold in 1965. The name has been a registered trademark of Hasbro, Inc., since it bought the Denys Fisher company. The Spirograph brand was relaunched with original product configurations in 2013 by Kahootz Toys.

    Colorforms-Founded in 1951, Colorforms is one of the oldest and best-known brands in the toy industry. It was the very first plastic-based creative toy, and one of the first toys ever advertised on television.

    The original Colorforms sets were assembled by Harry and Pat Kislevitz, themselves, in their New York city apartment. Boxed sets began appearing in the 1950s and featured basic geometric shapes and bright primary colors. The company used the slogan “It’s More Fun To Play The Colorforms Way!” in print ads and television commercials to promote their products.

    The defining feature of most Colorforms play sets is their signature plastic ‘Stick-Ons™’that can be placed and repositioned on top of graphic backgrounds to create endless scenes at a child’s whim. Over time, the Colorforms line has included imaginative play sets, games and puzzles, interactive books and creative activities for young children.

    Since its inception, more than 1 billion Colorforms play sets have been sold

     

Love In A Sewing Kit Poem. By @Aerobabe619

lay and mimi turkey

Silver threads,in a needle’s eye.
Gently, passing hours by.
Patches,Gold.Green and Red.
A tiny quilt for her bed.

Pearl buttons,antique aged.
Gently,placing them in rows.
The cotton is getting thin.
But she is still a toddler as age goes.

Patches on the knees.
She rides her horses like she’s thirty-three.
The soles of the boots been done a dozen times.
But she has to remind herself they were once mine.
A teen, a beauty.Sharp as a tack.
Don’t try to get one over,behind this woman’s back.

As she” lays the white wedding dress.
Neatly on the bed,a wreath of field flowers circle her head.
Her horse,Horatio is Best “Man”.
The time is coming soon.
The only wedding on each table there is a spittoon.

The announcer,introduces them husband and wife.
A hundred acres, a hundred animals .
But most important,they love each other and they love life.

When there is a blowout,Pick up needle and thread.
Never go angry especially to bed.

The Twelve Days Of Blogging (poem,parody) By @Aerobabe619

On the first day of blogging my mind brought to me. A blank page to fill with stories.
( Now,we all think we are the next New York Times best seller just waiting to be discovered.)
On the second day of blogging my mind brought to me. Trying to learn how to work the blogger’s world I just joined. And a blank page to fill with stories.
(NOBODY TELLS YOU!! You also have to be a computer wiz,and understand terms,and have a computer that can almost fly.)
On the third day of blogging my mind brought to me,the realization that staying in your pajamas while writing all day is a bad thing,that last piece of pie,and glass of wine starts to lead to bloggers behind.Trying to understand the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the fourth day of blogging my mind brought to me.An email from triberr that I’m not doing shares. I cried like a baby,because Amber cared.I had taken over an old blog,never was told. Now I corrected that situation and have friends that are gold. I started my blog almost a year.And pushing past the fear. Don’t wear your Pj’s unless you want bloggers behind, trying to learn the lingo.And a blank page to fill with stories.

ON THE 5TH DAY OF BLOGGING MY MIND BROUGHT TO ME. An ACTUAL WORTH WHILE STORY,IT GOT THE BIGGEST STATS OF THIS YEARS SO FAR,I CELEBRATED WITH A JACK AND COKE FROM MY LITTLE BAR!!

4DAYS OF SHARING,3 DAYS LEARNING NO WEARING PJ’S. 2 DAYS LEARNING THE LINGO AND A BLANK PAGE TO FILL WITH STORIES.

On the 6th day of blogging,My mind brought to me.I saw I was making friends, ONE GREAT STORY,don’t wear pj’s.learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories. ( Don’t despair this will end soon ).

On the seventh day of blogging almost two years,My mind brought to me. I’m learning to leave comments,reblog,and so on.So i might have a chance! Making new friends, ONE GREAT STORY, don’t wear Pj’s.Learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the Eighth day of blogging,my mind brought to me.Prayers for a new computer,mine over heats,missing keys,won’t close all the way.But duck tape saves the day. Learning to leave comments,making new friends ONE GREAT STORY, Don’t wear Pj’s. Learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the 9th day of blogging my mind came to me.I better put up the Christmas tree,so went shopping,took two days off,stats dropped off the page. Wanted to chop my head off.
Computer over heating,leaving comments,making new friends, ONE GREAT STORY. don’t wear pj’s. learning the lingo , and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the 10th day of blogging my mind brought to me.. MY BAR IS GETTING,LOW,TYPING IS GETTING SLOW. went Christmas shopping,stats fell off the page. Computer over heating,leaving comments,making new friends..( this will soon end). ONE GREAT STORY!!!! Don’t wear Pj’s,learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the eleventh day of blogging my mind brought to me. WHAT A TERRIFIC YEAR THIS IS GONNA BE.

AND ON THE 12TH DAY OF BLOGGING MY MIND BROUGHT TO ME, MY GRATITUDE TO ALL OF YOU,TWITTER,TRIBERR.WORDPRESS ,FAMILY AND FRIENDS. YOU ALL HAVE GAVE ME HOPE WENT I WANTED TO END. I WISH YOU ALL HAVE SUCCESS,AND YOU ALL THE VERY BEST.

AND FILL A PAGE WITH A STORY…HUGS AND LOVE, CHERI

Who Is This Party Guest? By @ Aerobabe619

holy spirit

Hey I really like your sandals.
I think i have a pair.
I just get this feeling I’ve seen you everywhere.

Do you play football?are you on the track?.
Are you with the cheerleaders tumbling real smart?.
Are you in history,match,cooking,art?
Oh,wait your on my team at the bar playing darts.

This is getting different.
Starting to feel odd.I can see my marriages.
My babies now growing up.
Your in every memory,even when times are tough.

Now i know why this is so odd,but it
shouldn’t be.
You have known all of of us.
An eternity. Never should it be so very odd.
Hello, my friend,my father. Hello the Son Of GOD..

Our Freedom Through Music. (Poem) By @ Aerobabe619

All the notes surround me.
Floating in the air.
Some are almost tranquil.
Take away the pain.
And I hit replay.
Listen to it again.

I have danced and sang.
My children,music babies
From the start.
The sounds of
the music,beating with their hearts.

Van Morrison at dinner.
GNR on the road.
Aerosmith all the time.
Rare music few have heard.

Raising them to be free.
Listen and read.
What makes you feel good.
Not what is right politically.

Hope they carry on this way.
Till they leave their last song.
Because if we cannot be free
To sing our favorite songs.
No use even trying,because then we don’t belong.

The Eighth Of December,”IMAGINE” . By @ Aerobabe619

Today we reflect and love…….

Loving My Life And Other Stories.

Hair parted down the middle,wings on both sides.
Age sixteen,clueless to how the world could be so mean.
In the middle of repainting my room.
I hear a television announcement break through.
But the screen can’t be seen.

The eighth of December,a cold winter day.
John Lennon was shot and in a cop car drove away.
I fell to my knees and began to pray.
It was also my sister’s twentieth birthday.

Sitting on the floor listening with pain.
The announcer came back on to talk again.
John was gone,and so was peace.
I no longer was naive.

How,why the questions flew.
But in the end of what we knew.
It didn’t matter the How’s and why’s.
The world had to find a way to say goodbye.

How do you say goodbye to a genius of life.
Who left a son and a wife.
Taken in such a brutal way.

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