Memee’s 1st Poetry Party a Poetic Success!

howdoilovethee trophyThat’s right, you read it in the title, #memeespoetryparties is a successful, once-monthly reoccurring event happening right here, at Memee’s Musings. You can participate by submitting your original theme-fitting poetry and/or vote for your favorite poem each month.

We had a great sampling of Love poems this month and Wow, I cannot believe the quality.  Each and every entrant claimed to be a novice, a new poet, but each and every poem was surprising, magnificent, real and heartfelt.  Whether it was about love of yourself, a family member, a love interest, be it the discovery of first love or the loss of your love, regardless of whether the love was good or the love was destructive each and every poem was truly meaningful and they all brought out true emotion in me as I read them.

I believe we all grew as writers, as poets, as bloggers, as humans and I know we each enjoyed reading the poems that were submitted alongside our own.  I hope each and every one of you enjoyed mingling and getting to know one another.  I sure am honored that all of you joined my event and I am inspired by the poetry each of you created!  I hope you will continue in joining me in the challenge of writing and appreciating poetry.

And for those of you who are reading this who did not participate, either through submission of an original poem or voting for the submissions I hope you’ll consider joining us in mid-March!

And now, on to the How Do I Love Thee Poetry Party door prizes!

In no particular order, the door prizes went to:

Jarrod, author of the blog, The Haunted Lullaby

Blair, author of the blog, People, Things, and life

Eloise, author of the blog, Tea with Ellie

Each of their winning poems will be published on this website as a Sunday Calling Card. The three winning poets are invited to be Sunday Callers (aka guest writers) for an original piece* for exclusive viewing at Memee’s Musings later this year. All of my party attendees had fun, enjoyed excellent feedback and gained exposure resulting in new followers.

*The original piece can be of whatever genre desired. Sunday Callers are featured every Sunday and the Calling Cards they leave behind are published not only on my website and on WordPress, but also on Twitter, Tumblr, Google+, Facebook and BlogHer.

I Love Blogging!

We’ve all heard the old adage about the old dog and new tricks, but here I am practically computer illiterate and yet my desire to write and share, to be heard and find fellowship with others has unfurled the silky ribbon that would once have told me that learning code, becoming a blogger, that those things would never and could never happen. Continue reading

I Love A Rainy Night

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring, he bumped his head and wet the bed so he couldn’t get up in the morning!  Oh, my gosh!  I just looked it up and discovered I was singing it wrong, quietly, in my head for decades!!! *

I live in Washington state and I sing these lyrics in my head quite often.  Do you notice yourself humming it or singing the lyrics, properly or otherwise? Or are you of the other ilk, those who sing that much darker song — come on, you know the one:  Rain, Rain go away come again some other day? If you are a rain hater you should not live anywhere on the west coast of America other than the southern most reaches of California.  Of course, if you do choose to live in “the desert” you won’t be able to sing the best rain song of all: “I can see clearly now the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind. It’s gonna be a bright, bright, sunshiny day. You won’t be singing Jimmy Cliff’s song because without the rain coming and paying us a visit it cannot go away.

And so I am here to say, I love the rain.  The sight, the sound, the smell… Let it Pour, Let it Pour, Let it Pour!

This morning as I lay dreaming in my bed I slowly became cognizant of the beautiful, steady rhythm of a grand downpour of rain.  I was dreaming a lucid dream.  I don’t remember the contents of the dream, what I do remember is thinking about how wonderful it sounded to hear the raindrops once again slamming themselves against buildings, trees, rocks, cars and earth.  I was tired, I wanted to sleep but the droning of the downpour was wonderful as they continued to sing to me, Memee, do you hear me?  My drops are large, they are full and heavy.  They want you to join us.  Memee, won’t you wake up and come enjoy the display we’re putting on for you?

And so as I lay there in my slumber I decided it was too lovely to sleep through, this was a rain full of glory and I didn’t want to miss it.  I woke myself up, opened my eyes and laid there for a while listening, it was magnificent.  And then I decided I wanted, I needed even more from it… more sound, more smell and I wanted to see those raindrops as they fell, splishing and a’splashing their way to destruction.  And so I got up, walked over to the window, opened the blinds fully, pulled the window open and breathed our rainstorm in.

Oh, what a wonderful way to start my day!

*(Three exclamation marks for 3 full decades)

Dream Reader You’re My Dream Weaver

DreamweaverIt has been twelve days since you married Kristyna and of those twelve days we have spent ten of them communicating via email or chat. What is wrong with that picture? I can feel myself softening — and what is wrong with that picture? — my resilience toward you. I should say my will is weakening, but I don’t want to admit to a “negative,” instead I choose the euphemism, “softening.” It is an easier pill to swallow that way; however, it also turns the entire situation into a white lie of sorts. But it’s “just a little white lie.” I tell myself. Intellectually I know that this is the case, it is a lie not meant to mislead or deceive you, but a lie because I am downplaying the reality of our situation. I am subconsciously finding ways to forgive and forget your transgression against me, that betrayal that sliced through me like a lightning strike splitting a tree in half. My world was rocked by the visceral agony I felt coursing throughout my body. And yet I catch myself consciously trying to find an excuse to allow myself to believe it is perfectly acceptable to let you back into my bed… perhaps even the “right thing to do.” I mean, we are in love, aren’t we? Still? I know I am still very much in love with you: mind, body, and soul. Continue reading

A Case for Entitlement

Who me, entitled?  Never!
Who me, entitled? Never!

It is day-2 of my online blogging101 course and we are supposed to change, alter, or tweek our blog name and/or tagline.  Well B.U., I’m not going to do it. So there, I’ve said it! I have the right to do it my way and not your way. I am deserving, no not deserving, entitled to special treatment and privileges.

Why? What do you mean, why? Because I am me, of course. I am special. I am unique. I have a voice and well, there is only one Memee and she is me! If you don’t like it, well, that’s…

Wait, what’s that you just said? I don’t have to change anything if I don’t want to? All you are asking is that in order to complete my homework I simply need to pay attention to all of the instructions before beginning my blog post? Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?

What do you mean I should have already learned about reading all the instructions before beginning any new class assignment by the time I got through middle school? Who do you think you are, a university or something?

What’s that you say? What did I think B.U. stood for? Well, your name, I guess; why?

Oh, well now I feel stupid! B.U. Stands for Blogging University. Okay, well, let me begin my assignment again.

I am B.L. Memee and I have named my blog Memee’s Musings and I am sticking to it. Why I have that title for a blog of my personal thoughts is because, obviously, I am Memee and they are my thoughts. They are the musings my mind takes me on and I am simply releasing my thoughts “to paper” for personal posterity and allowing you to tag along with me. And, actually, I am kinda famous in my circles of people for emails that meander from topic-to-topic as my brain wizes and whorls from one thought to the next. I mean, I literally type what I am thinking in that moment (and sadly for my email recipient, without proper formatting) and oftentimes my thoughts will be interrupted by other thoughts by who other than myself. So Memee’s Musings is the title today, tomorrow and, well, until I have no more thoughts rapid-firing through the synapses of my brain.

Now as for the tagline.  It may be subject to change at some point but for now it simply states what my blog is about:  “Thoughts about life, death and the world around me.” It’s simple and accurate and for me even a little curious.

I guess that if you want to find out if I am going to change that tagline in the future, you will just have to become my minion.


Memee’s Meandering Mind


So here we are at Blogging101, the first assignment: Introduce Yourself!

Where to start? Well, I am a lifetime journaler, a longtime editor/proofreader to a blogger* who began before blogging was blogging — Blog? That’s not a word — and a brand new, doing it my way, blogger. That’s right I have published only two posts and I have two pending, and then the post I am writing now. Brand, spanking new blogger, yep, that’s me! Continue reading