tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84894759211639453412024-03-14T01:49:21.026-04:00ELLENELIZABETH CERNEK KASHKA COLLECTIONS OF POETRYEllenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-76178786225405903142012-01-10T21:15:00.003-05:002012-01-10T21:15:55.937-05:00another acceptance<br />
Another poem accepted for this New Year! Look for it Soon here!<br />
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What do I love about this book? It's our first book of romance poetry! As I write in the book's Introduction, "The poetry of Ellenelizabeth Cernek definitely falls into the category of romance poetry. You'll know it from first read, just like we sometimes know love at first sight." Curious? Well, there's only one thing to do about that: order a copy!</div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Drinks in the light<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Bathes the world
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">A small baby boy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">In homage to the
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After the fire, being displace and living in hotels for more than 3 months, we are now settled in a home in Sedona, AZ. It took us a long time to find the right place for the family and our large dogs. But settling in here is like a stepping onto another planet. They roll up the sidewalks by 9:00 pm, and us being from the east coast, we are just getting ready to go out at this time. There is a lot to adjust too, but the aha factor is like when you take a heavy sigh and release it. Every turn in the roads around here there is something else to smile about. So being displaced here is not as stressful as waiting for the house to be rebuilt in New Jersey. Thank God for J's middle son, who is taking care of the details of the rebuild. Any additional stress for J, could mean bad news.</div>
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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. </p> <p>When Father Tom need 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.</p> <p>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 at Palisades Interstate Park. </p> <p>The local Kids of 4<sup>th</sup> 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 4<sup>th</sup> 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 in having them hang out on that street corner keeping her safe.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>Eleanor would open her summer home to many people throughout the years she owned it.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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. </p> <p>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. </p> <p>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. </p> <p>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.</p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-7066395157523299382011-07-10T17:35:00.000-04:002012-01-10T21:08:09.174-05:00I Cry For Her <br />
I carry gifts to my dear friend and her sons, from their wayward husband and father. Alha is a friend of my husband first, on meeting Sophia his wife, a beautiful friendship bonded between us, which spans across the seas. Now for almost eight years, her husband lives in New Jersey and she and her three boys in Egypt. <br />
I carry a closed white plastic bag for her from this wayward man, for who she has been waiting these long eight years to return. With care she opens this white bag to find all the pictures of herself. I feel her pain swell within her, yet she closes the bag, and continues to speak, stands tall, and does not allow her tears to invade her eyes. Yet I know they are in her heart. I feel like I have betrayed her – yet I knew not of the contents of this tiny white plastic bag. If I had known, I would have thrown it in his face. How dare he do this to this beautiful and wonderful woman? And to do this by giving it to me is unforgivable. <br />
She stands tall and bids good bye <br />
And I cry for her. <br />
©8/6/1999 Ellenelizabeth Cernek-KashkEllenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-52534846375574037262011-07-04T16:02:00.000-04:002011-07-04T16:02:59.823-04:00Footprints of a Wildfire<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New';">I will taunt you</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">So you will follow<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span" style="color: black;">black holes that became whirlpools.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow" style="color: black;">You don't dare to stare at the swirling debris,</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="color: black;"> </span><br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial Black', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">anthology100, book one</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial Black', sans-serif; font-size: 7.5pt;"> ©2011</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial Black', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><table border="0" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 235px;"><tbody>
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</div>Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-14884862605912808432010-11-09T11:15:00.001-05:002010-11-09T11:15:51.487-05:00Got Poetry Prompt #8<p>Anticipation</p> <p><font color="#ff0000">Wings fly around a world of make believe</font></p> <p>Through green dells, soaring above rust colored mountains</p> <p>Where dreams manifest to reality, from childhood tales</p> <p>Of happily ever after which was shoved down your throat</p> <p>Flying through this world of make believe</p> <p>The Love Monkey dances in freedom</p> <p>Within his cage he know as home</p> <p>Being born of captivity knowing no true jungle</p> <p>Daily dreams manifesting to your reality</p> <p>Giving blue and pink iridescent wings upon your shoulders</p> <p>Flight as they glisten in the dawn of every new day</p> <p>Anticipating happily ever after would show up today</p> <p>©</p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-4991705921447467912010-10-14T10:40:00.004-04:002010-10-14T11:07:07.130-04:00Reupholstering<div style="text-align: left;">You reclaimed them</div>By curb diving<br />
Caught drive by<br />
Causing the need<br />
To come back<br />
With a van<br />
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Home they came<br />
Soap and water<br />
To reclaim shine<br />
Scrub away dust<br />
Broom in hand<br />
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Quick to market<br />
To choose design<br />
Following your motif<br />
Asian print found<br />
Nervous to cut<br />
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Fabric so rear<br />
How to do<br />
You didn’t dare<br />
Phone a friend<br />
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Graced to answer<br />
To take your<br />
Dare, I came<br />
Sharing artistic knowledge <br />
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Fabric lay out<br />
Pink chalk in hand<br />
Choose the scenes<br />
For each seat<br />
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Easier than thought<br />
Never before done<br />
Only seen on TV<br />
We proceeded to <br />
Remove their covers<br />
Creating new seatsEllenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-20651271309193125262010-09-10T21:31:00.001-04:002010-09-10T21:31:29.942-04:00Tribute To World Trade Center<p>Glistening<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kl_MjJojVAI/TIrb7F7D1uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pUXKeFZMi8Y/s1600-h/wtclights4.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="wtc lights" border="0" alt="wtc lights" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kl_MjJojVAI/TIrb76q6ZbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m3pprAFTQpE/wtclights_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="158" height="237" /></a></p> <p>Oriental children close up</p> <p>To the ebony plateau</p> <p>Gaze at the thin layer</p> <p>Of water gliding over</p> <p>The lobbies sculpture</p> <p>Hands out stretched, smiling</p> <p>They must touch it</p> <p>Giggling in glee of amazement</p> <p>As they run upon</p> <p>The ebony plateau</p> <p>Glistening</p> <p>As the water glides</p> <p>Center Plaza</p> <p>At the center is a ball</p> <p>Of crimson and ebony</p> <p>As water flows upon the sculpture</p> <p>It is surrounded</p> <p>Among the man made walls</p> <p>Towering the highest in the land</p> <p>Casting shadows, as the day proceeds</p> <p>Many visitors pass</p> <p>This man made wonder</p> <p>Foreigners, locals, commuters</p> <p>Everyday, at many different times</p> <p>See such a sight in awe</p> <p>Causing all who pass, to stop and stare</p> <p>Embedding it’s self</p> <p>Within their minds forever</p> <p>Is a crimson and ebony sculpture ball</p> <p>In the center plaza of New York City’s</p> <p>World Trade Center</p> <p>World Trade Center Wind</p> <p>Creepy sounds the wind</p> <p>Crawling through the World Trade Center</p> <p>Sounding like space creatures</p> <p>Hearing – Listening</p> <p>Darkness falls upon the City</p> <p>Black Out</p> <p>Creepy sounds the wind</p> <p>Whoever needs to hear</p> <p>They are only to listen</p> <p>To find the </p> <p>World Trade Center’s Creatures</p> <p>Observing the wind</p> <p>While one watches the Center’s sculpture</p> <p>Shaped, like a darker world</p> <p>Let one’s imagination form</p> <p>What the World Trade Center’s Creatures are</p> <p>Truly to be seen only in darkness</p> <p>While listening</p> <p>At the World Trade Center</p> <p>In a city wide Black out</p> <p>I hear these creatures</p> <p>Or is it just the wind</p> <p>Newscaster Announces:</p> <p>“The World Trade Center has been hit</p> <p>By an unidentified airplane.”</p> <p>The world watches flames in disbelief,</p> <p>Astonishment, grief, this is insane</p> <p>A newscaster yells in the background</p> <p>During a live broadcast</p> <p>“What the hell is that?”</p> <p>As the world watches the second plane </p> <p>Intentionally crash into Tower Two</p> <p>Engulfing flames spew from the Towers</p> <p>Darkness swallows the New York Skyline</p> <p>The newscaster announces:</p> <p>“The Pentagon is hit”</p> <p>The World holds it’s breath and watches</p> <p>Within an hour Tower Two collapsea</p> <p>Then Tower One,</p> <p>Lost are the Twins of the City</p> <p>Thousands lay trapped dying or dead</p> <p>As the world watches</p> <p>The flames consume</p> <p>Changing the Skyline </p> <p>And the World forever</p> <p>Vivid Images Left</p> <p>A police car’s windshield blown out</p> <p>A man jumping from the building</p> <p>An amateur video depicting</p> <p>Half of an American Flag</p> <p>Hanging off a twisted lamp post</p> <p>A mangled fire truck</p> <p>A woman covered in soot</p> <p>A fire fighter crying</p> <p>The World Changed Forever</p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-7790722623794146852010-09-01T13:16:00.001-04:002010-09-01T13:16:20.548-04:00Fire That Echoes<p>Within the silence of a foggy brain</p> <p>Colors burst out of the blackness</p> <p>Within the shadows of the iridescent words</p> <p>Echoes the glance of fire</p> <p>Silver pours like a tear drops</p> <p>Never will it douse</p> <p>The glances and chances</p> <p>Of the fire that echoes</p> <p>Within the silence of a foggy brain</p> <p>As I set the world on fire</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kl_MjJojVAI/TH6KYZuLsRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XiKUjdl9KCg/s1600-h/DSC00015%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00015" border="0" alt="DSC00015" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kl_MjJojVAI/TH6KY0_osxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n0vEhG0XtjU/DSC00015_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-19350569043688392882010-08-29T14:35:00.001-04:002010-08-29T14:35:14.007-04:00Road Warrior<p></p> <h1></h1> <h6></h6> <h2></h2> <h5>The dark cold tar</h5> <h5>Glistens from the light rain</h5> <h5>I must follow the yellow broken line</h5> <h5>Before it was a quest</h5> <h5>It was an obsession.</h5> <h5>Finding my road’s end,</h5> <h5>Is to start from the beginning</h5> <h5>Surfing the net,</h5> <h5>To unwind</h5> <h5>Secrets that began</h5> <h5>Before my time.</h5> <h5>Discovering that the beginning has</h5> <h5>Just turned to a Dead end,</h5> <h5>Where the secrets died there</h5> <h5>Only last year</h5> <h5>And never the secret revealed</h5> <h5>To any of her peers.</h5> <h5>So the dark cold tar</h5> <h5>Glistens from the</h5> <h5>Light raining tears,</h5> <h5>As the yellow broken line</h5> <h5>Beckons me on</h5> <h5>In life’s unanswered fears,</h5> <h5>To continue to be.</h5> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-21590449310533280732010-08-25T12:30:00.001-04:002010-08-25T12:30:16.980-04:00Balancing on line<p>In the glooming time</p> <p>Where day exhales the </p> <p>Last of the oranges</p> <p>And the night inhale</p> <p>The violets of darkness</p> <p>There you will find</p> <p>Where reality and magic</p> <p>Can both be seen</p> <p>In the dawn</p> <p>Where night exhales the </p> <p>Last of ebony</p> <p>And the day inhales</p> <p>The first of gold</p> <p>Where magic and reality</p> <p>Both will find </p> <p>Me balancing on the line</p> <p>Where one can hear rainbows</p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-76610391911751621362010-08-04T15:49:00.002-04:002010-08-04T16:22:35.491-04:00Dead Chicken<h1></h1><h6></h6><h4></h4><h5 align="center">The story goes:</h5><h5 align="center">You held me around both wrists</h5><h5 align="center">And both ankles one hand each</h5><h5 align="center">I weighed only 5 lbs 6 oz at birth</h5><h5 align="center">You told everyone that I looked </h5><h5 align="center">Like ….</h5><h5 align="center">I remember you telling me</h5><h5 align="center">That when you went to pick </h5><h5 align="center">Me up at the Christian Adoption Agency</h5><h5 align="center">That you hated to go </h5><h5 align="center">To Newark to collect me, and</h5><h5 align="center">While walking through the cribs</h5><h5 align="center">A beautiful curly redhead baby</h5><h5 align="center">Caught your eye, but when</h5><h5 align="center">The shopping was over</h5><h5 align="center">You ended up with </h5><h5 align="center">The dead chicken.</h5>Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-37254790427895958862010-07-29T08:49:00.001-04:002010-07-29T08:49:19.294-04:00Searching for cold in 1000% humidity<p>I place an ice cube</p> <p>Between fore finger and thumb</p> <p>It evaporates, and melts</p> <p>I trace it along my forehead </p> <p>Around my eyes</p> <p>My lips</p> <p>It drips lightly in their split</p> <p>I suck in the liquid</p> <p>Searching for cold</p> <p>I run it down my throat</p> <p>I cover my entire neck </p> <p>With vertical strokes</p> <p>The ice cube melts</p> <p>Rolling between my breasts</p> <p>The spaghetti strap tee</p> <p>Is now wet</p> <p>My shorts are wedging</p> <p>From the humidity </p> <p>There is no relief</p> <p>I grab the garden hose</p> <p>Adjust the setting</p> <p>To mist</p> <p>Shoot it up in the air</p> <p>Hoping with the fall</p> <p>The droplets will cool.</p> <p>There is no relief…..</p> <p>I am still searching for cold</p> <p>On this hot July day</p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-54392345092394604802010-07-28T17:58:00.001-04:002010-07-28T17:58:56.909-04:00RIP 7 16/2010 Eleanor Ruth Cernek<p align="center">Now I search within</p> <p align="center"> Never envisioning</p> <p align="center"> That without you</p> <p align="center">How numb I would feel</p> <p align="center">The finalization of your release</p> <p align="center">To the spirit world beyond</p> <p align="center">Reuniting you once again</p> <p align="center">Within your beloved’s embrace</p> <p align="center">Cut flowers stand and watch</p> <p align="center">Until they dry</p> <p align="center">As your body lay resting</p> <p align="center">Your blue eyes close</p> <p align="center"> For your final sleep </p> <p align="center">Forever resting within </p> <p align="center">Your own soul </p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-16369829437664779312010-07-28T17:40:00.001-04:002010-07-28T17:53:50.134-04:00Vision<p>Looking for pennies</p> <p>Searching for the almighty dime</p> <p>Seeking financial freedom</p> <p>From this God forsaken Time</p> <p>Ask me no questions</p> <p>I’ll tell you no lies</p> <p> For I have awaken and</p> <p>Know where the truths</p> <p> Lie! </p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489475921163945341.post-6296229822320170332010-07-20T14:34:00.001-04:002010-07-20T14:34:31.566-04:00Cadence of the words<p>Cadence of the words</p> <p>Are heard deep within the mind</p> <p>Felt deep within the heart</p> <p>And touches the soul</p> Ellenelizabeth Cernek - Kashkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976840980271477251noreply@blogger.com1