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©Jane H. Johann
“First of the March Snows” March 1, 2016 Palmyra, WI, USA

Photo Credit
©Jane H. Johann
“First of the March Snows” March 1, 2016 Palmyra, WI, USA
From the writings of Pat Priebe….Please visit her site…and encourage this beginning WordPress writer!
https://rvpatlivingyoung.com/2017/02/19/silent-love/
Though love does not require a word
in many ways it’s voice is heard
in the silence hear it speak
the voice of love is never weak.
Love promotes faith and trust
for each human is a must
without love — an empty shell
to hear it speak, listen well.
Love conveyed without a word
sweeter sounds were never heard.
when there’s love, actions say
love grows stronger day by day.
no greater gift on the earth
no possession of it’s worth.
On love there can’t be put a price
can’t be won with roll of dice
do not love too freely give
too freely given, will not live.
With fleeting glance, or a touch
love can say so very much.
when there’s love between a pair,
silent thoughts they’re prone to share.
Love is as a flowing stream
forever endless does it seem
disappearing round a bend
love, like…
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…for Roadrunner
fragrance tiptoeing through our senses
tripping over our heart’s strings
sensually stealing fences
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The meaning and symbolism of Lilac:
SOURCE:
The story of lilac, according to Greek mythology, begins with a beautiful nymph named Syringa (lilac’s botanical name). Captivated by her beauty, Pan, the god of the forests and fields, chased Syringa through the forest. Frightened by Pan’s affections, Syringa escaped him by turning herself into an aromatic bush – the flower we now refer to as lilac.
The 8th wedding anniversary flower and the state flower of New Hampshire (symbolizing the hardy character of the Granite State’s citizens), lilacs are frequently considered a harbinger of spring, with the time of their bloom.

I have been stewing about this notion for some time now. I am so tired of the Monitoring Attitude of our people. The recent advertisement on TV, the flat rectangle that I rarely watch, finally brought home some truth. Portrayed was a bank with many customers engaged in business activity. There was a security guard. All at once thieves broke into the bank. The customers hit the floor! One looked up at the Security Guard, who had some type of weapon strapped around his waist, and his arms were folded across his chest, and he stood with a silly grin on his face. The customer looked up to him from the floor, pleading, “Aren’t you going to do something?” He smiled broadly and replied, “No, I am a security guard who monitors the situation. I am monitoring.: Meanwhile, the robbery continues.
Another example of our do-nothing nation, seems rampant across the inaccurately termed “communication lines.” It seems if I ever have a problem with my credit card, I have to go through at least 12 button pushes before I get disconnected, only to have to begin the process again, in an effort to get to someone to help me resolve my pending problem. Then when I finally do reach a LIVE, talking Human Being, which never takes less than three tries on the phone and button pushing——-the person READS A SCRIPT—-and is unable to deter from what lies before him or her. I could say to the person on the other end of the line, “Could you call 911 for me, I am bleeding to death, ” and they would respond with: “Our banking hours are from 5 to 8” or some other innocuous response!
It becomes much more serious than bank robbers and problems with finances. The lack of response regarding our children is even greater! We can call Child Protection Services and receive no response, because it is ONLY a child who has been injured or hurt and they are just a child and their reaction or statements are NOT considered valid. At least they are not valid, until they themselves become so frustrated that they do a criminal act. Then all of a sudden, the child is the problem!
It seems in so many situations, people react in the same, unintelligent way: “Not my monkey; not my problem.” Really?
Whose problem is it?
We are quick to respond with fines, fail sentences, harsh treatment for anyone who does us wrong, but do we ever think that perhaps the problems could be avoided IF we only responded in a pro-active way? There is an old adage, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” I think we should bring back that wisdom to our lives here in this country.
First of all, we need to respond like thinking, human beings with a compassionate heart.
Secondly, let us being to do things and act in a way that brings civility back to our lives. Common manners and courtesies would be a great place to begin! Please and thank you are NOT old-fashioned.
I will continue tomorrow……I have more to say about each of the topics above and others that deserve our attention.
I have to stop to breathe…
Dedicated to all of the little children, who have been forgotten …Children are GIFTS into our world…Children are NOT property…Children are Pure Love…fragile, little beings…who need our tender care…and protection.
little boy~
where are you?
little boy…
who we carried ever so gently into this world
in your blanket blue
your Mother’s arms wrapped
you still
loving you through and through
little boy~
where are you?
*
little boy~
where are you?
little boy…
we lost you
you were given more blows than love
the ego driven man
in one swift hand
took his wrath upon you
little boy~
where are you?
*
little boy~
where are you?
deep in our view
only anger was your review
hit for no reason
no comfort was given
blame upon blame
little boy~
where are you?
*
little boy
with the golden heart
fragile strength
newly born
soon all you believed in
was badly torn
little boy~
where are you?
*
little boy~
where are you?
look for that ONE truth
look hard for it is buried beneath
all the hurt
be again the boy that loves
be again the boy who is gentle like a dove
little boy~
where are you?
*
little boy~
where are you?
we love you
you are gift
we love you true
please be
remember the real you
little boy~
where are you?
*
little boy~
come home

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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
“Black-crowned Night-Heron” Whatcom Creek, Bellingham, WA
Put yourself out on the limb…and write!!!!!!!!!

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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Bellingham, WA “One of the High Points in our Lives”
Submissions for the Emily Dickinson First Book Award will open January 23, 2017 and close February 27, 2017.
If you have the desire or ambition or both, I would suggest you go for this! There is NO entry fee! You can find the details at the above link. Best to all of you poetic writers!
PS: I only publish these things, because of the “teacher” in me. I try to promote others…and you, my dear writers and writing friends of WordPress. There is no monetary gain in this for me. And I am hoping your courageous endeavors of going forward, will give me the courage to enter these writing possibilitie! 🙂

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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Mossyrock, Washington, USA
It is inevitable! One wisdom tooth remaining and now it must be extracted! It served me well for the last 67 years.
While living in Kenya, in my younger, adventurous years in pursuit of saving the world (…and my soul), I was living in the rural Aberdare mountain range, in the little village of Kiriko. The village consisted of two schools, a Catholic Church, and the convent (yes—where I lived!). I had to travel outside of Kiriko to the town of Thika, just as you may have seen in the film, Out of Africa, ( that starred Meryl Streep and Robert Redford—my two favorites! ). I was treated by a dentist from India, who was very meticulous in his approach to my teeth. The last molar’s roots were entangled with the embedded wisdom tooth. He correctly thought that my last molar was already destroyed, so he took the approach of separating it from the wisdom tooth, and was hoping that the wisdom tooth would eventually descend and take on the duties of the last molar. He was correct! And, for these many years, the tooth did a good job! However, with the decline of years upon me (I still have 50 to go! as my Mom lived to 94 and all of her sisters as well! and the same longevity of life can also be attributed to my Dad’s sisters, two of whom are still walking and talking!), my wisdom tooth has fallen into decay and needs extraction. Woe is me!
At least, I still have the remaining 30 teeth—as I, unfortunately, lost one bottom tooth years ago when it entered my mouth sideways, and unknown, at that time period, to an alternative procedure, their method of dealing with it, was to extract it. I have three daughters—my middle daughter had the same tooth issue on the very same tooth as my bottom tooth, Lost Tooth #1,—only the dentist inserted a gold chain and within months, pulled it into its rightful position and saved the tooth! A toothful wonder! (…pardon the pun).
So, Monday is D-day! Out with the wisdom tooth!

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©Jane H. Johann
Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.
…dedicated to Pat
the Spring green has taken a nap
life has been walked…lived…loved
each step bringing forth more color…
displaying its glory for what seems a moment in time…
the autumn leaf falls…the red treasure is gathered
carrying her heart deep into life
patiently present

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©Jane H. Johann
Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.
the tumbleweed is dancing across the red clay road
moss clothes the aged oak tree
intricately weaving its way
as one gives purpose to the other
deep within, the secret of life lives
carrying her heart deep into life
patiently present

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©Jane H. Johann
Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.
wisps of words move across the azure skies
moving as silent as a whisper
serenity cloaks the day passed
while the donkey’s bray punctuates the stardust
breaking the silence of the evening
carrying her heart deep into life
patiently present

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©Jane H. Johann
Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.

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©Jane H. Johann, Lake Michigan,
Kenosha, WI. September 2016; “Presence.”
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