risk

Someday

Someday I will change

but for now I’m stubbornly

holding onto my walls

of insecure security.

Insecure because there is no

real ultimate protection

that I’m aware of.  No magic

immortality pill that

renders you invincible to

all attacks.

Someday.

I could change today.  Would

that upset the apple cart?

Flinging apples here and

there, to and fro

rolling down the street

creating havoc in every

one’s way.

I could.

But would I?  Hit by

a lightning bolt of

inspiration, I may

jump out of my

“comfort” zone and

take a bigger risk than

I’m normally prepared

to take at the drop of a

hat on a moment’s notice.

Is someday today?

Fruit stand at Pike's Market. Seattle, Washington

Fruit stand at Pike’s Market. Seattle, Washington

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Bee You/ BU/ Be You

Be as you as you can be.

Be a bee, if necessary

stinger and all.

Anybody messes with you

steps on you–

you let them have it

with your one and only–

stinger.

Just be as crazy as you are.

Everyone is crazy in their

own way.

Be that to an extreme!

Who’s to say you can’t?

Who’s to say you won’t–

have the courage, if that’s

what it takes–

all of us have fears to

over-

come.

Courage will allow for

that forward movement

to move past them.

Be you.  No one else can

(or probably would want to!).

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

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Hell on Wheels

Wallow around in hell awhile.

Why not?  Got something

better to do?

The path of none is crowded with

nobodies.

Nobodies who haven’t been

true to themselves.

Have lived a life of haunted

fear as their master.

Should be ashamed to show

their face–if it was

really theirs.

Playing to play it safe

gets you safe maybe

but nothing ever happens

in safe.  It’s on the

way to the base where all

the action is, all the

excitement of will I

make it or will I be called

out.

Don’t even step up to bat.

You might hurt yourself.

Play it so safe–if you were

there–no one knew it–not even

you.

Hell is for heroes & cowards alike.

What is an empty life?

You got it–empty.

Fill it with anything

that doesn’t betray yourself.

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Jump

I Jumped into the fire out of the

proverbial frying pan.

It wasn’t as warm or even hot!

as I thought it would or could be!

But I was prepared for the worst

or some semblance of the worst

in my mind–I don’t like to

go over negatives all that much,

but I do like to be prepared!

On the spur of the moment, sometimes

I can’t turn my worst negative

scenario into a positive outcome

all that easily, if at all.

So once I got really stressed &

lost control & raised my voice

which was completely

unnecessary if I’d have

just remained calm.

And a couple other times

I over reacted to some things

that didn’t need such

an extreme reaction or response.

You miss out on a lot of life

if you refuse to jump.

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Fun, Fun, Fun

So I made a turn

off the true & well trammelled

road

peeled off from the formation

and opened my box of

“tricks”

this will be fun I said

So I invented a game

that had lots of winners–

everybody, actually.

We scrambled to win–

to be top dog

and then went out to play

while our scores were tallied.

We were having so much fun

we forgot we were in “school”

and when their teacher

returned, she was amazed

at the transformation of a

“dull” and regular class

to one of excitement &

passion.

I’m glad I visited today.

I definitely got more

than I gave–you knave–

“breaking” all the rules.

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Going Out

If I didn’t leave the house…

I wouldn’t get to experience

life,

to feel the ups and downs, challenges

& failures or near “successes”.

I wouldn’t get to know

myself so well–

as long as I was true to

yours truly.

I look back (on the day) and

think of all the efforts I made

that wouldn’t have been made

otherwise had I not–left the

house…

I don’t realize how much I’ve

moved forward

as my mind is normally

focused on–if I’d only did a

little better, I would have

had a near or more perfect

experience–

I’ve lots of room for improve-

ment, upon reflection, but

of course, in the heat of fire,

you do the best you can

in the moment.

None of this would happen if

I arm-chaired it and

“tried” to quarterback my

life from home.

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Joy to the World

I was reading an inspiring passage.

When I’m inspired, I cast that

enthusiasm onto whatever

I put my attention onto, inspiring

intrinsically, or not.

So, I got excited, determining to

do what I got so excited about

as soon as I “had time”.

Some voices in my head think

I “should” be doing “hard”, serious

even, work that I don’t

particularly enjoy that much–it’s

o.k., but I’d rather be doing

something else.

So, I’m trying to delete

that programming from

my consciousness so I

don’t have to deal with

an argument every time

I feel like doing something

fun, decadent, frivolous

even, or enjoyable when

“work” “has to be” done.

How are we going to live a

life of joy & contribute that

to the world if we don’t

continuously choose fun,

joyful things to do??

Cuban Lily (Scilla peruviana) The Connie Hansen Garden. Lincoln City, Oregon

Cuban Lily (Scilla peruviana) The Connie Hansen Garden. Lincoln City, Oregon

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Challenge

Inspiration is in short supply?

No problem.  Well, not much of a

problem, anyway.

I had to walk on a steep slope, muddy

and over growing with poison oak

to get past the lake of water covering

the trail.

No problem or not much of one,

anyway.

If we’re always stopped or turned

back by challenges,

what fun is there in life?

No, I do not want poison oak.

No, I do not want to go back.

And no, I do not want to fall

in the water.

So yes, I made it through

with less hesitation & ponder-

ing my abilities than

I expected.

Had I turned back, it would

have been o.k. but I

wanted to go forward.

And I did.

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Out

What

a

day

to

rest!

Not enough ‘no rain’

to squeeze in a ‘dry’

run/walk.

Well, I could go any-

way.

Who wants to run?

I do, scream the crowd

of cheerleaders.

So, I guess I’ll have

to take my chances.

A light day is looking

encouraging anyway.

Hmm–mud here, there

& everywhere–no problem.

Since when is mud a

problem?

My bones need airing

as well as the rest of

me.

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Trust

I’m not sure I can

trust myself if I just

went with my whims,

my fancy fantasies.

I get rather expensive

desires on a (seemingly)

limited budget.

Limits are only that–

thoughts I

make up to maybe

stay safe & not risk

anything:

I might succeed,

then what? or fail

‘waste’ my time,

make a mistake.

So I impose a

‘limit’, a negative

idea I subscribe to

because of fear.

I go nowhere.

That seems

rather empty.

I think I’ll go with

trusting myself.

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