End of the World?

Hey, I just heard on the radio that tomorrow's the last day of the world.
What??? I thought that wasn't for like another year and a half or something.
I didn't even have it marked on my calendar. I'm usually pretty organized.
This just ran up on me. Never knew a thing about it.

You'd think someone in the calendar business would have known about this one.
It would have helped me to have had more time to plan for it.
I could have thrown a party or something. Imagine...Geez.

Um, here's an idea to leave you all with for my last "official" blog I guess, because we're

not gonna be here after tomorrow, ya' know. ....

Mark your calendars for another date. It is February 21st, 2012, right??? I think so.
That's 9 months from now. I bet in 9 months there will be lots of babies!!!
I mean, if we're all still here, that is. ....but we're not privy to that info.
The appointment "will come like a thief in the night". Without our knowledge or preparation.
I'm just sayin. :)

So, what are you going to be doing tomorrow? It ought to be good. Have fun and enjoy it. 

Be happy. Do stuff you love with the people you love and be thankful....don't do the dishes

or make the bed. Don't worry. Relax and rejoice!!!

We should all be excited because we're going to heaven.

All of us. 

Right?????? 

Hope to see you soon. 

Hi

If you're reading this, you must be extremely bored or something like that.
I don't have much to say today, except, "Hi".
Hope you're doing well. I'm okay. No poetry today. Not feeling it.
The stuff I put on here is just a bunch of rambling most of the time.
Trying to think of things to say to a computer isn't what I call "fun",
but whatever. Glad you're here and taking time out of your precious day to
check in on me. I need to feed the birds. That's more important than this.
Have you made a peanut butter pine cone covered in seed lately?
Just an idea. Have fun, whatever it is that you do today. Count your blessings
and be a blessing to someone. I'll try to do that too. Bye.

Profiles

Profiles
(c) Kimberly "Kimbo" Hewitt

Texting, blogging, e-mail, my face.
What's it all mean, who's invading your space?
Hey, are you out there? Where are you, my friend?
We're posting our memoirs but where does it end?

Stranger spells danger. Wait, how did you meet?
Twas no chance encounter on a cold, busy street.
Online you're dating, interview and take score.
Show them your wild side .You're fun, not a bore.

Truth be told, the profile you hold's a figment of imagining.
What you hear in what they convey is like when a songbird sings.
"Oh, how pretty, this song, how divine
and it fits so well in this world of mine."

Hear what you want and say what you please
May the phonies get to the ground, on their knees.
Pardon my opinion but this is my blog
My concern is if we should slaughter the hog.

Reality bites yet some don't want to taste
the crude meal they are serving, created in haste.
Facts and beliefs and likes and such
Does anyone care? Is this all too much?

Don't let your number of fan-friends be your guide
Don't let your computer become a safe place to hide.
Be yourself, be true and be kind.
If you don't understand this, well then, never mind.

Another Day In Paradise

I live in paradise. I live on a beautiful planet in the best country in the world.
I am so glad that I have a job. A bed to sleep in and a place to call home.
I'm happy that I can worship in my church or in my home without being
arrested. Today is a pretty day. Sun is shining, day of rest. I will go out
in the world because I don't like being cooped up. That feels yucky to me.
I was lazy yesterday and I feel that I've gotta make up for it. Let's go adventure
somewhere. Gas is expensive but there are plenty of neat places to visit close
by. Who knows what the day will bring? I'm ready to enjoy it for what it's worth.
Hope you're having a good day too. Paradise is what you make it.

"Tales we Tell" (c) Kimbo Hewitt

(This piece won 2nd place at the April 2010 Fayette Co. Library Poetry Slam)

In telling the story of my life, where shall I begin?

The journey ahead is great. Don’t want to rehash the past again.

I only want to say where I’m going and not just where I’ve been.

Push it aside and see the glow which comes from deep within.

You’re going to get your hands dirty whenever you’re dealing with me.

Uncovering lots of layers makes that easier to see.

Laughter, pain and complex despair have dumped upon this soul.

It’s all a lot of messy stuff for even a tumble bug to roll.

But I’m okay and you’re okay so let’s leave it at that.

We tell our adventures with gleam in our eyes and a feather in our hat.

Why does it matter from where we’ve come and worry of what’s to be?

You are you, they are them and I am impossibly “me”.

Stories are woven to tell a tale but what parts do we take and give?

We’re a glorious tapestry on a loom and each thread we shall live.

Moments in time, hopes and dreams, aspirations and faults,

colors dancing, twisting, tangling, weaving us this waltz.

Hold my hand. Let me hold yours. I’ll follow. You can lead.

Please only give the best advice. Good counsel’s what I need.

I don’t pretend to know it all but what’s not known, I’ll find out.

Life’s too short to play the fool. That’s not what I’m about.

Good direction, soundness, truth, all things I shall explore.

I’ve seen the bad, the ugly too. Of those I want no more.

Positive energy, love and peace are welcome in my soul.

To get across the muddy river, I have paid the toll.

Tales we tell won’t make us well and sometimes leave a scar.

No matter how long the adventure I hope your journey take you far.

Travels sometime make us sick and a bit right queasy.

It’s all worth the effort though, it’s not always easy.

Enjoy the trip and buckle up. Check your gears and levers.

Cool it down when things get hot. Tend the colds and fevers.

A cup of soup can soothe the soul. An aspirin a day does well.

Remember the good outweighs the bad, whenever you tell your tale.

Where Does the Time Go?

This week has flown by and I haven't even digested last week yet. Here comes another just around the bend. I hurry and plan and hope things work out for the best while I am reminded that I'm so NOT in control of things (except little tasks, yes and maybe.... but in the grand scope...not in the least). I'll keep on going like I'm supposed to and the clock will keep ticking, mimicking me as it does, along with each of my heartbeats.
Where does the time go as I write and read and talk and think and watch and listen and participate? Sigh. It goes away. Far away from my grasp. It giggles and I pray for more or less of it (depending on the moment). Time. Tick tock. Tick tock.

The Day Begins Again. I'm In.

The Day Begins Again. I'm In.
What's the plan to be?
I'll take the list and mark things off.
So much depends on me.