Things I Will Never Do Again.........by Julianna Rowe

 Things I can, will never do again due to the fact I am a couple years from 80 years of living:

Wear high heels, go roller skating, do the jitter bug, drink milk, get drunk, smoke, ride a bicycle, climb the bleachers, have sex in a car, I know dumb but a very old memory anyway, ride a horse, lift the sofa to move it, wear fancy underwear, take ballet lessons, walk away from the stove when its on, run, lift my grandchildren, ice skate, wear make up smoothly, laugh and not pee, same with sneeze, drive a sportscar at night, drive any car at night, get a kitten and outlive it, go to my grandkids football games, go on a fair ride, go to Italy and walk around, go anywhere and walk around, get on a ladder and hang a curtain, or Christmas lights, clean the storeroom, go to a movie theater, be listened to, be respected,  vacuum under the bed, move furniture, cook a large holiday meal, carry groceries upstairs, carry anything upstairs, be held passionately, snow ski, take ballroom dance lessons, feel and look beautiful, travel, physically defend myself, skateboard ha, wear a mini skirt, jump on the bed, stay up past 8:30pm, remember I already saw that movie until it’s over,  stand in long lines, tell funny jokes because I forget the punch line, take a road trip alone, walk into a store without leaning on a grocery cart, wear a lift ‘em up bra comfortably, ride a motorcycle, drive at night, walk downtown, have a snowball fight, make angels in the snow, change a tire, chase a dog, be a bridesmaid, catch the brides bouquet, be a godparent, be a foster parent, buy a new car, go to Sante Fe into the canyons to hear the spirits, fly anywhere, meet friends for drinks and be able to drive home, open a can of soup, put air in my tires, tear open the bag of crackers, sing reasonably, wear false eyelashes, get out of a speeding ticket, fall down and get back up, sit Indian style, sit on the floor with the grandkids, eat before bed, live in a high rise in New York City, purchase a Brownstone in Boston, run a marathon, wear a thong, hate them anyway, hang curtains, carry or drag luggage, no where to go anyway, iron my clothes, they are no iron I guess, figure out my computer issues, have more than one alcoholic drink, get support stockings on, get support stockings off, reach my toenails and I am not fat, well a little in the middle, walk on the grass, walk on unlevel ground, march in a protest, learn to swim, climb a tree, flip my mattress, put air in my tires,  and more?  Send me your thoughts!  I am sure I have missed a lot of things people closing in on 80s year of age can no longer do.  Of course some of these are of a personal nature.  

 

The Auschwitz Train: by Julianna Rowe

 POEM: The Auschwitz Train

Some are blessed with gifts to make a good life,

But get caught up in messes that cut like a knife.

One bad after another keeps shaving their dreams,

And little by little they fell into life schemes.

It’s hard to climb out of a pit of sand,

And when they do, there’s nowhere to land.

They crawl until they reach the wall,

Then someone shoots them in mid-crawl.

Nowhere to find the kin that has passed,

Hurt by humans, and they were not the last.

The last to drowned or be shot down,

Leaving the little ones nowhere bound.

Put in cages like circus freaks,

With little food and no decent drinks.

What has this piece of land become?

Where the hearts of many have become numb.

So rich men can build big casinos,

While hunger and bullets kill little bambinos.

Greed has crossed our borders

And allowed these ten thousand murders.

We sit in warm baths and many get high,

While mothers watch their children die.
Who will stand on their behalf?

No one can, for fear of “his” wrath.

The golden one who waves his flag,

Does nothing good and merely brags.

While humans die wearing bloody rags.

And he builds prisons to house the poor,

Saying they're criminals so he can pick up more!

The white supremacist who copies 1944.

The Auschwitz train has descended our earth,

Filling more prisons worse than old Leavenworth.

The color of your skin is your only crime,

Or in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We pray to be saved from the greed of rich men,

Who kill and destroy while living in sin.

Oh God of the Universe, we call for your aid,

Please rush to help all those you have made.

Our Holy One, how can you watch them die?

I know you are there; it can’t be a lie.

I praise you and thank you, please turn this around.

Turn our world back to its fertile ground.

Amen

By Julianna Rowe

 

 

 

 

 

BURN OUT! A Single Parents Day!! by Julianna Rowe 1990 something

 I wrote this along with a very long list of what was on my mind being a single mother and foster parent.  I left out a lot!  My song may not hit the top 10 or even the top anything but it is a very true list of what single parents go through.  I believe this was written back in 1990 something.  But times have not changed for single parents, in fact they may have gotten a bit worse.  I tried to make is somewhat comedic.  

         

The Thorn 1990 by Julianna Rowe

The title should probably be "My Thorn." The bible speaks of Paul's thorn but never said what it was.  I believe we all have one or more thorns. I wrote this in 1990. 

 I had just moved from Texas to Wisconsin thinking it was a visit only.  It turned out to be forever.  I developed a severe case of agoraphobia that lasted for a few years due to personal issues.  I was divorced and left alone with four children. It all turned out fine but in the mean time I wrote the above poem. I put music to it on suno.com.  

I came out of the troubles waters.  Time has a way of handling things like that.