Stacia Elizabeth Whitbeck...A Writer & Poet

2010-11-16T18:38:00.000-08:00

Alas, upon sipping the green swill,
I could not write like Poe.

I discovered, however

that I can sing!

Invested Words

2009-02-01T09:42:00.000-08:00

The words you choose to speak
have the power to
become
Choose the words you speak
according to your desire

Speak eloquently

Complaint/order form

2009-01-30T21:15:00.000-08:00

List your complaints and your order will be processed immediately.

See what you want

2009-01-30T21:00:00.000-08:00

While some condemn the person who sees only what they want,
I commend them. It takes great mental power and persisitence to look upon
a pile of wretchedness and see beauty. Truth is in the eye of the beholder.

Nobody's Girl

2009-01-30T20:54:00.000-08:00

I am out here making my way
keeping track of the stars.
Though I walk alone
I know that I am a tiny branch
on the tree of life.

Losses are really gains

2009-01-30T20:50:00.000-08:00

When you lose something, do not despair. It is only the universe's way of making room for another opportunity.

Charity is prolonging destitution

2009-01-30T20:44:00.000-08:00

Offering charity sounds good and feels good. The receiver has food for another day and a dry place to sleep. The giver feels they did a good deed. The truth is that charity only prolongs the diesease of poverty. It is better to inspire the poor to rise up and out of poverty for good, not to throw them little bits to keep them in their current existence.

Welcome home.

2008-01-15T06:42:00.000-08:00

Are we there yet?

Watch your mouth

2008-01-12T12:10:00.000-08:00

Someone once said

that every word ever spoken

echos forever in eternity.

words have power

say them carefully.

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Crossroad

2008-01-10T05:31:00.000-08:00

In the event of a crossroad

carry on.

The roads to the right and left

are merely the outskirts

of where you've been.

If you want to stray from

the beaten path

walk in the grass.

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A letter to my father

2008-01-09T09:47:00.000-08:00

Dear Dad,

I have forgiven you

for not knowing how to father

a child such as me.

I can forgive you

for not wanting to grandfather

children such as mine,

But I will never

understand it.

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Borrowed Doom

2008-01-08T14:04:00.000-08:00

It's not so much

your black, jagged hair

that hides one eye

or the abrupt, dark lines around your

other eye.

It's not so much

the way you stand

with one toe in

or the way you crouch

sadly in the corner

or the studded belts

and layered shirts,

it's not so much the way you look

that worries me

I'm afraid that the darkness

you are playing with will

consume you

and become you.

Darken your hair and your eyes,

but leave a path that leads to

the light

so you can find your way

home.

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Today

2008-01-06T18:55:00.000-08:00

These things that surround me are the accumulation of the thoughts I had. Now, I am sitting here thinking beautiful thoughts, imagining I am warm and the kids are happy. I am thinking that it is such a peaceful feeling to know the bills are paid, and how nice it is to have a caring landlord. I am thinking of the manuscripts I have completed and submitted, sealed with a kiss and a wish. I do not see the piles of misery or dark corners. I do not hear hostile words or whines that undulate in the stagnant air. I hear a symphony playing and angels singing. I know that soon, I will be sitting in the accumulation of these thoughts and I will go to sleep smiling.

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I am somewhere beautiful

2008-01-03T06:00:00.000-08:00

My toes are not frozen

and the ice on the windows

is kind of pretty.

My cupboards won't be bare

if I fill them with books.

"No! We are not poor!"

I will tell the kids when they ask.

Money is just money,

but this

this is how good character is made

this how to learn patience

and priority.

I will not cry in the dim light

Crying won't change a thing

and my tears would freeze.

I am not suffering

I am somewhere beautiful.

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The law of attraction

2008-01-02T07:13:00.000-08:00

I have known about "The Secret" for almost a year. When I first watched the DVD, I was all fired up to make unlimited copies and pass them out to everyone I ran into. I signed up at the web site, pasted vision boards all over the house, then life happens, as it does, and I forgot to use it. The day before New Year's Eve I was almost to the end of my hour and half drive to my mother's house when there was a loud cracking sound, leaving me without brakes or steering. Luckily,

there was an incline over to the right where I managed to stop. The kids were horrified, as they are everytime one of our cars takes leave of its senses.
I made it to my mother's and parked our weary van. I began thinking about the secret and how in it the instructors teach that we attract everything we have, good or bad, into our lives. For several days before the trip to my mothers, I was constantly worried about the van breaking down, as it was in need of repair. I prayed that it wouldn't, that it would last until I could get it to the shop and worried some more. Then it happened. It broke down. I had loaned my only copy of The Secret to a friend, and began wondering how I could get another copy. I tried to remember the lessons in the movie and vowed to get a copy of the DVD. There was a knock on my mother's front door. It was some of my mother's friends, just popping in to leave a box of things they had cleaned out of their house. On the top of the box was the book "The Secret" and to my surprise, my mother said "Oh, your brother sent these." She handed me two copies of "The Secret." I have been reading the book avidly and watching the DVD. It is so empowering. I will never forget to use the law of attraction again. I make sure that my thoughts are positive and if I feel myself slipping, I change my mood. I am working on getting a new car and a new G&I home. I don't know how I will do this, but I am going to do it.

Smile

2008-01-02T07:04:00.000-08:00

Oh, Weeping Willow;
you're such a sad, sad
tree with pale green tears
reaching for the ground.
I planted daisies and forget-me-nots
beneath you
so that you might know what the sky
looks like.
c06 sew "Here I Am"

Writer's Block

2008-01-01T17:23:00.000-08:00

My candle burned, waiting for the
words.
My pen sat staring at me.
White paper lay in anticipation .
I had so many things I wanted to tell you, so
many
beautiful things to say, but the words were
lost.
I looked for them in the corners,
but all I
found
were old marbles and
cobwebs.
The candle flickered
as if to remind me of its presence.
I wanted to tell you how you made me
feel
like the color pink, with tiny hints of
blue.
Like the color of
almost happy.
I wanted to tell you that you made me feel like the
rain, when it falls quietly, leaving your
skin
cold.
I played with the marbles but
nothing came to
mind,
so I made paper
airplanes as the
candle whispered something
to the pen.

c06sew "Here I am"

5th Avenue

2008-01-01T16:59:00.000-08:00

A shock of green
out of place
in a land of
stone and glass
reminds me
of a picnic lunch
in
grandma's yard
where time passes
slower and wild roses
feel free to grow
I stop in the crowd
each day at noon
to admire
the few
blades
of brave grass
that dare to grow
in such a place

co6sew "Here I Am"

2008-01-01T08:36:00.000-08:00

One fine day we will sit surrounded
by all of the things we measured our lives
by
things we fought for
things we borrowed
things we bought and sold out for
things we coudn't afford
things we didn't need
things other people needed but we kept
anyway
And then it will occur to us
in those last moments
that those things
didn't make us who we are
they are just things
It is the people we loved
and the lives we touched
that really matter

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Happy New Year!

2007-12-31T14:14:00.000-08:00

This New year, resolve to go green and do one thing a day to help improve our planet. Check out my green click.

Poems for Sale

2007-12-31T12:51:00.000-08:00

I'll peddle my poems on a busy street

right next to the hot dog cart

when the busy people come out to feed

I'll sit in the corner wearing a beret

and smoke clove cigarettes

waiting to catch the eye of a beatnik

or maybe a widow

looking for something sadder

to ease her sorrow.

I won't charge too much

I'll set a fair price

and with my jar of money

I'll buy some bubble gum

and a bright yellow

umbrella

Rocks

2007-12-31T12:37:00.000-08:00

I once heard a theory

that rocks are alive

and that they actually move.

Their pace is ancient and slow

so they journey unnoticed.

I sent the kids to college

and paid all of my bills.

I was never meant to marry

and I've seen just about everything

I care to see.

So I can sit out here in the garden

and watch these tricky rocks.

I keep my eyes peeled

and listen to the ground.

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