Tag Archives: Poetry

Wednesday:) Warbles and Words of Wisdom

27 Apr

Sing free as a bird, alone in a tree

With no one around, with no one to see 

Perched high on a branch, you know where to start

Sing free as a bird, a song in your heart. 

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.” 

― Monique Duval

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It was cool and damp after the morning storm. The streets were wet and the skies grey when I set out for my walk. I never get bored on my regular route because Mother Nature has a funny way of showing me some wondrous sights. Every day the sky is different, the trees change with each day in each season, and the crawling and flying creatures are always entertaining.


Theme Song Thursday:) Seasons Change and So Must We

20 Apr

The seasons  change, and then so must we

The reasons are not for us to see.

The harsh cold winter begets the Spring

Blaze of Summer will cool Autumn bring.

Inspired by life, inspired by pain

The snow always melts, followed by rain.

Barren brown trees, and lifeless black earth

Blossoming into a wondrous rebirth.

One thing is certain, one thing is true

Your life will change, and now so must you.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 

― Albert Camus


These two trees were barren and lifeless, while the others right next to them were budding fresh with bright green leaves. We all grow and change at our own pace. TO EVERY SEASON…

Friday:) From the Depths of Winter

15 Apr

From the depths of Winter 

To the fresh breath of Spring

New buds burst and blossom

While the sweet robins sing

Dark grey skies send the rain

To the dry earth below 

Then the sun reappears

With a radiant glow

From season to season 

From each Summer to Fall

Just one thing is certain

Who we thank for it all.

(Thank YOU for YOUR blessings.)

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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It was a beautiful day, blue skies, sun shining, air crisp and clean, as I walked this evening, the clouds started forming puffy and grey. It reminded me how fresh and fickle springtime is. A big fat robin sat in a tree, singing and warbling a sweet song.


These tiny white buds were waiting for the sun on Thursday. It was chilly on my walk yesterday.


The same tree today, with happy blossoms. No hat or jacket for me. What a difference a day makes. Spring…very fickle. When I started my walk, it was lovely.  A half hour later, I had to scurry back inside when it started to rain on me. 

Sunday Sermon, Stormy Weather, Blogging From the Bathroom, and Other Stuff

27 Mar

“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” 

― Haruki Murakami

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A beautiful sunny Sunday morning. So many smiles and morning greetings before Mass. Today’s Gospel was interesting. It was the story of Jesus bringing sight to the man born blind. He spat on the dirt, made mud, and anointed the blind man’s eyes, telling him to go wash his eyes. He told everyone about the miracle and they didn’t believe him. 

“The man called Jesus made clay and anointed my eyesand told me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash..’So I went there and washed and was able to see.”

Back in those days, people believed that illness, blindness,  and other physical disabilities were caused because of sin, something done by the person or passed down from family sins. They also felt the wealth and good health was bestowed to only good righteous people. Jesus said that wasn’t true.

“Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him.

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My take on it…. there are many thoughts that cross my mind. The clay or mud that was made to cure the blind man was made from the earth or dirt, we are made from dust and shall return,  and His saliva was the faith. Then, if you believe, your trials will be washed away. Symbolism at its finest. Also, it makes me think and reinforces that illness, blindness, physical problems, poverty, and other tribulations are not curses from God. He helps us deal with them. 

There are many good, kind, generous, and loving people who are poor, sick, or have had to carry a heavy load. There are many bad, evil, selfish people who are rich, powerful, have good health, and an easy life. It’s what you do with your life that counts at the end. 

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After Mass, a quick trip to Sprouts, almonds, papaya, peppers and other fun stuff on sale. Yay! When I got home, I decided that almost falling asleep and nodding off at Mass wasn’t good, so Bella, my doggie companion and I took a nice afternoon nap, followed by a long walk. It was 80 degrees, sunny, and gorgeous out. I took her home then continued my walk. She was too hot. I stopped to chat with neighbors along the way and,…low and behold…Mr. Larry and Ms. Sandy were in the garage. I was forced, against my will,  to stop and have a beer. The clouds started rolling in and the sky turned grey. I scurried home, fed Bella and took her for another walk before the scary stuff rolled in.


The calm before the storm. 

The storm rolled in. I wrote this poem.

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Distant thunder drawing near.

Tornado watch announced, I hear.

A clash of thunder, a flash of light.

It’s bound to be a bumpy night….

It was….

Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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Somewhere around 8p.m. The thunderstorm started. The television shows were interrupted to show where the danger was. A short time later, the tornado siren warned to take cover.


Bella and I took pillows, blankets, a flashlight, and of course my iPad into the bathroom for safety. We are sitting here now, as I finish this post. BLOGGING FROM THE BATHROOM…hmm….could be a new exciting blog idea. Maybe not.


Well, it’s 9:40 now. It seems to have passed, but the hail pelting against the windows earlier was pretty scary, I sure hope that was the end of that. 

Happy Sunday, y’all. I hope everyone is safe and sound. 

Theme Song Thursday:) Magic Penny

17 Mar

All that glitters is not gold

All that’s rusty is not old

Magic lies within your heart

That is where it all will start.

Believe!

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” 

― W.B. Yeats

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I hope that I never stop believing in lucky pennies, the magic of a feather, or a butterfly that stops to rest in my hand. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and a rusty penny can be magical.


Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom and a Funeral

2 Mar

Please do not mourn me when I die

Instead, bring along a chocolate pie

No flowers that will just wilt and fade

Remember those brownies that I made

Bring cupcakes, candy, cake and more

A chocolate fountain by the door

Sit, and laugh, with the congregation 

My death should be a celebration

Of life and love and all the rest

Because it was the very best.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson

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I went to a funeral today, sitting in the back, with silent tears tricking down my cheek. I always cry at funerals. Here’s the thing. I had a dentist appointment this morning, and decided to stop at St. Michael’s on the way home to light a candle and say a prayer. Well, turns out there was a funeral. Instead of turning around and going home, I slipped into the back and participated in the Mass.

The funeral was for a man named Juan. The church was packed, and the entire Mass was in Spanish. I understood about 75% of what was said, but I’m not familiar with all the prayers in Spanish. I went up for communion with all the rest of the family and friends. A beautiful song was sung up above in the choir loft, and that’s when I cried. I cried for a family who lost a father, a son, a husband, and a friend. His teenage daughter gave a moving eulogy, which I totally understood, both in language and in feeling.

After Mass and everyone had exited, I went up to light my candle for my special intention, and I said a prayer for a man named Juan that I’d never met.

Montage Monday:) ‘Twas The Day After Christmas…

27 Dec

Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart’s possessing Returns to you glad.~ John Greenleaf Whittier

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‘Twas the day after Christmas, but I wasn’t sad.

With wonderful memories, and fun that we had.

Now, a brand new grand-daughter, as cute as can be.

The family together, all under the tree.

When I count all my blessings, too many it’s clear.

Now, I won’t be this happy, ’till maybe next year.

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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