Thursday, July 29, 2010

Searching for cold in 1000% humidity

I place an ice cube

Between fore finger and thumb

It evaporates, and melts

I trace it along my forehead

Around my eyes

My lips

It drips lightly in their split

I suck in the liquid

Searching for cold

I run it down my throat

I cover my entire neck

With vertical strokes

The ice cube melts

Rolling between my breasts

The spaghetti strap tee

Is now wet

My shorts are wedging

From the humidity

There is no relief

I grab the garden hose

Adjust the setting

To mist

Shoot it up in the air

Hoping with the fall

The droplets will cool.

There is no relief…..

I am still searching for cold

On this hot July day

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

RIP 7 16/2010 Eleanor Ruth Cernek

Now I search within

Never envisioning

That without you

How numb I would feel

The finalization of your release

To the spirit world beyond

Reuniting you once again

Within your beloved’s embrace

Cut flowers stand and watch

Until they dry

As your body lay resting

Your blue eyes close

For your final sleep

Forever resting within

Your own soul


Looking for pennies

Searching for the almighty dime

Seeking financial freedom

From this God forsaken Time

Ask me no questions

I’ll tell you no lies

For I have awaken and

Know where the truths


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Cadence of the words

Cadence of the words

Are heard deep within the mind

Felt deep within the heart

And touches the soul

Monday, July 19, 2010

Eleanor Ruth Cernek R.I.P.

Eleanor Ruth Cernek: RIP 7/16/10

Eleanor was a fierce, passionate, strong and loving woman, true to the zodiac sign of Leo she was born under.

She was a loving, wife to Martin, Mother of 4, NanNa of 4, and Great Nan to 2.

She was a dedicated volunteer to many causes true to her heart. If we as children didn’t find her home we needn’t look any further than St John’s. The children of St John’s school knew her as “Mrs.C” the hotdog lady, a second grade CCD teacher; she was a constant fixture at St John’s School. The many rummage sales, Barn dances, Craft Fairs, Penny Auctions, are too numerous to count, but everyone could count of Eleanor helping in one way or another. She had a nightly ritual of crocheting, and would donate her Afghans for these sales. She was the president of the Rosary Society several times, where she organized fund raisers of various and unique opportunities, one I remember well was her Lever-brother’s soap testing. So if any of you use “All” detergent our family tested it.

When Father Tom needed help to thank the altar boys, Eleanor suggested taking them for a picnic to Interstate Park. There she cooked hot dogs and hamburger, while Father Tom would play ball or assisted them in fishing or crabbing in the Hudson River.

She was a den mother for the boy scouts, and leader to the girl scouts. She always had wonderful crafting ideas for the children. She would get Ivory soap for the boys to carve, and would teach the girls how to crochet along with other activities. She worked hard for both the boys and girls to achieve their unique badges, which would include marching in the parades, and hikes to Palisades Interstate Park.

The local Kids of 4th avenue were special to my mother and father. Having the deli, and working 6 days a week, my father would always take Eleanor and the children on outings every Sunday after church. They would go to Lake Welch, Bear Mountain, and Interstate Park just to mention a few places. They would include many of their children’s friends along for the fun. The more the merrier was their motto. We were never short of space for anyone who wanted to come along. They loved sharing their love with all. After the passing of Marty, in 1977, Eleanor ran the deli and the Kids of 4th Avenue would look out for her when she closed the store at 10PM. No one was allowed to mess with Mrs. C. I know she was thankful for having them hang out on that street corner keeping her safe.

Eleanor loved the beach. She was fortunate enough to have a small place in Toms River to call the summer home. Summer would start early the years she owned the house. We would open the season on Mother’s Day each year celebrating Motherhood. Eleanor, my sister Jane and I would have wonderful time on Mother’s Day at the beloved beach house. Most of the Mother’s Days in my memory were warm and sunny walking along the sand, and along the boardwalk of Sea Side. Even if you needed a jacket it was a warm and loving day we spent together.

Eleanor would open her summer home to many people throughout the years she owned it.

The small private beach on the bay at the end of the Gary Road in Toms River was home for my sons Sean and Dennis and my nieces Ellyanne and Jennifer for their summers. Eleanor taught them to swim, build sand castles; crab and fish along with letting them grow up into the wonderful adults she was so proud of. I believe they would call her awesome.

We would not stop going down to Toms River well into the early winter. We loved to walk along the boardwalk during the Christmas season. Cold and bundling the grandchildren in snowsuits, we walked and walked and walked. Eleanor was an avid walker all of her live, I believe that is what keep her slim and trim.

The numerous stories each one of her family and friends have are laced with love and kindness that was genuine and unique from only Eleanor.

I believe she is now at peace with the only man she ever loved, my father Marty. They are now together again, watching over all below with love.

We were blessed to have had Eleanor as Mother, and Grandmother and friend in our lives, and we pray that God welcomes her into heaven with open arms.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

imagine 722010


1) Copper wire bound

Tightly around toes and head

Needed wire clipper


2) Dead skin flying

All over everything is only

Dust of grandma


The Lune is a very simple form modeled after the haiku.

The Lune is also known as the American Haiku.

It was first created by the poet Robert Kelly (truly a great poet) and was a result of Kelly's frustration with English haiku. After much experimentation, he settled on a 13-syllable, self-contained poem that has 5 syllables in the first line, 3 syllables in the second line and 5 syllable in the final line.

Unlike haiku, there are no other rules. No need for a cutting word. Rhymes are fine; subject matter is open. While there are less syllables to use, this form has a little more freedom.

There is a variant Lune created by poet Jack Collom. His form is also a self-contained tercet, but his poem is word-based (not syllable-based) and has the structure of 3 words in the first line, 5 words in the second line and 3 words in the final line.

As with Kelly's lune, there are no other rules.

Thursday, July 1, 2010


Equal Traits

I saw them thru rose colored glasses

I saw no faults as “Human Beings”

No less as men and husbands.