51 Years Around the Sun (19 Mar 2023)

Another week in the book for this 51 years around the sun; and another morning of meditation. I’ve been meditating now for 41 straight days and can tell you it has made a world of difference.

I thought I would share a quote from my journal by Eleanor Roosevelt.

Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try. For one thing we know beyond all doubt: Nothing has ever been achieved by the person who says, ‘It can’t be done.’

13th of March 2023- Art Work

I created this inspired by a photo I’ve taken. I really enjoy using Procreate to produce these images.

14th of March 2023- 3 word prompt (A storm, a couple, a pest)

The line of clouds was building, ominous and dark, a wall of pure power ready unleash a storm that no one was prepared for. Jeff and Ellie looked out the window knowing they had to get home as soon as possible because they knew this storm was going to be be big, bigger than they had ever seen before. As the newlywed couple approached there farmhouse the funnel cloud started to form in the northwest, god why did they decide to stay in Kansas…the heart of tornado alley.

Pulling up to the house Jeff hit the brakes hard and yelled at Ellie ‘We need to get to the cellar pronto’, Jeff grabbed Ellie’s hand and pulled her, almost dragging her across the yard to the food cellar. Just as Jeff opened one of the doors the wind blew hard and yanked the door off the hinges. Ellie looked at Jeff and asked “What do we do now?”, Jeff looked around and said “get down in the far corner as far as you can”. Ellie did precisely that and Jeff followed.

The food cellar was dank and dark. Ellie pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight app and lit everything up and screamed. There was a rat, a nasty fucking pest that she feared more than anything else other than the tornado that was headed their way. She would put up with the pest at least for tonight as her only thought was surviving.

Jack held her tight as they rode out the storm.

15th of March 2023-Poem

Flailing, falling forever crawling, yearning for release from this hell that has been unleashed.

The pain, unbearable sting.

These screams forever ring.

©Chris Chonos

16th of March 2023-Poem

The hustle and bustle of the day, no time for play.
Work
Work, is all we have time for fighting to fighting to keep from being poor.
But what makes a person rich?
It is clothes with a fancy stitch?
Is it a flashy car?
Something that can take you far?
These big houses with more rooms than you need, Or the the food on which you feed?
No, they are possessions and things that are excess you see
All in the world I need is you and me.

©Chris Chonos

17th of March 2023-Quote

“I like to say it’s an attitude of not just thinking outside the box, but not even seeing the box.” – Safra A Catz

18th of March 2023- Lazy Saturday photos

Chloe likes her pillows and will bury herself in a fort- I put the roof on but a lot of times you will find her on top of or in a bunch of pillows sleeping.

It has been a good week and hope everyone enjoys the upcoming up week and can’t wait to share more.

51 Years Around the Sun (19 Feb 2023)

This week has been a hectic one and sometimes creativity is lower than others but another week is a good week.

13 Feb 2023- Poem

This is a poem I shared on my blog. The inspiration of this poem came from my first times sharing my poetry and sometimes delving into the political environment.

Disjoint

Mundane words fall upon deaf ears
Raised upon woeful fears
To not hear what I say 
This fateful day
Of loss and destruction upon us now
How we will escape I don’t know how
A desperate measure we must take
Or a regrettable mistake we will make
To not take action at this pivotal point
The whole machine will disjoint

© Chris Chonos

14 Feb 2023-Photos

The lazy day for a dog. Chloe and Claire relaxing while dad works. Claire works in the office while Chloe works remote on the couch.

Claire in the office. She is my daily coworker in the office

15 Feb 2023- Poem. It is was a windy day and I was inspired to to write a poem about the wind. I find nature amazing and can inspire so much writing, the beauty and beast of it.

The Beast

The wind wailed as if a beast, wanting in.
Feel the shake causing the house to quake.
Whistling a tune to set my mind at ease, let me in please

For I know your game, you will whirl and twirl things about, bring chaos to this place, leaving with only a disaster to trace.

So you stay outside, until you calm down and decide to subside.

©Chris Chonos

16 Feb 2023-Quote

I have been meditating daily for the last 13 days and the app I use for meditation has a daily quote. Sometimes I find these quotes inspirational or have a deep effect on me and the following is one of them.

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”- Aristotle

17 Feb 2023- Photography

I have been taking photographs for years now and I don’t share a whole bunch here and I think my camera is starting to get upset with me and captured this in a photo, or at least I think I did.

I think my camera wants is watching me and wants to get out

18 Feb 2023-Thought

I wanted to share a little thought I had in my poetry notebook.

“I feel as though my writing has become stagnant and am at a loss of inspiration.”

I wrote this and have seen several blog posts where people have taken a break or feel as though writing isn’t coming as easy to them; and I want to let people know that I have felt this and my writing is evolving and maybe how I write is changing as well and they are not alone in this struggle.

I hope you enjoy these weekly posts as much as I enjoy creating them.

Another Chance

Another Chance

A person down on their luck sits on a corner. No shelter from the weather, no shoes on their feet, wore torn clothes.
Homeless
Alone
A wanderer worn and meager, but strong in heart and hope.
They don’t ask for a handout, but just a chance to make it through another day on the street.

©️Chris Chonos

Already Guilty

Already Guilty

I did not do it, it wasn’t me
Look at the evidence and you will see

But you must have , no one else could , hit him with a bat made of wood.

But I didn’t, wasn’t even there
We’ll lock you up no one will care

An innocent man put away for something he didn’t do, hard to believe but still true

Men are fallible  this fact can’t be denied
But found guilty before even tried

Injustice seems to be the state, so many times determines man’s fate.

©️Chris Chonos

Confess

I wrote this after watching a show about false confessions.

Confess

I confess
After hours of coercion 
I confess
After sleep deprivation 
I confess
After words sent to me
I confess
Just the truth you want to see
I confess
But not the truth
I confess

©️Chris Chonos

51 Years Around the Sun (1)

This is the first of 52 posts in this series of my 51 years circling the sun. I wanted to start with a poem I wrote to celebrate my birthday.

Around the Sun

How time flies and years go by
Fifty-one where did they go?

So many things done, while circling the sun.

I’ve seen so much from good to bad, from glad to sad.

Experiences that helped me grow, a larger world I would know.

©️Chris Chonos

New Blog Post coming tomorrow: 51 Years Around the Sun

I have been working on my new blog post called ’51Yeaars Around the Sun’ I will have a post tomorrow to start things out and then every Sunday during the year I will post some random poems, writings, photos, music and drawings that I will put together into a post. I’m hoping to have it arranged and just a hap hazard collection of things on the page. I want to be able to touch all pieces of what I enjoy doing. I will also be working on a dedicated journal for this year at the same time and probably transcribing some things into the blog as well.

One of the ideas is to put a date for each day of the week with something I created and an excerpt from my journal for that day. I hope people find it kind of interesting and follow along. I don’t have a super exciting life but I do like to create.

Trail Traveled

Trail Traveled

Trails traveled, trees overhang, canopy overhang, blocks out the sun. 

Cool breeze blows, leaves rustle with gentle sound as chipmunks scurry across the ground.

Natures peace is revealed as the trail is traveled.

©️Chris Chonos

That Damn Dog

Prompt: In a small town, there’s a dog that keeps getting into a chicken coop and eating the chickens. The owner of the chicken coop is threatening to shoot the dog.

That Damn Dog

“Damn it, that neighbors dog is in the chick coop again” Mike yelled to his wife as he ran out the door with his shotgun, I’m going to kill that fucking dog he told himself as he headed out the door. “Don’t do anything stupid honey” his wife yelled after him. His neighbor Ed’s dog had been eating his chickens and it was pissing him off.

Just as Mike got to the coop and was about to raise his gun Ed came running over waving his arms and yelling “Don’t you fucking shoot my dog you asshole.” Ed and Mike use to be the best of friends until Mike put up that chicken coop and got chickens, but this had ruined their friendship because Wilbur, Ed’s basset hound, had already eaten two of the chickens and they had been fighting about it the last month.

“Those chickens are my livestock, and part of my lively hood Ed now, this is the last time he eats my property.” Mike yelled back. Ed took between Mike and his dog, “You’ll have to shoot me first, and I don’t think you want to go to jail for murder.” Ed continued to stand there trying to convince Mike to put the gun down, but Mike wasn’t doing it and the anger just built up inside.

Mikes wife Mary was just about to go outside when she heard the two men yelling when all of sudden she heard one loud blasts outside, there is no way he has actually done it she thought as she opened up the back door, but sure enough when she opened the back door there Mike laid on the ground with blood coming from his chest and eyes wide open. Ed stood there with a glimmer in his eye. Mary ran to him and they both looked down at Mike.

“He was such an asshole since he got those chickens, always consumed with having to feed them and take care of them, it was like he loved them more then me” Mary said, “I knew he would break though, and that would set up the perfect reason for me to have to defend myself. We finally got what we wanted” Ed replied. They both smiled as Ed pulled Mary in close and said “Now we can finally be together, this is a clear case of self defense.” Mary nodded as they kissed and she built up some fake tears and dialed the police on her cell phone.

©Chris Chonos

My Words Alone

My Words Alone

To create, no plant do I require, only feelings to light the fire

Made within my mind, only way the words can find. To lay upon upon the page, whether words of love or rage.

They are mine alone, all emotions shown.


©️Chris Chonos