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she was liquid convertible
bought then sold “securities”
a word not recognized in
her metaphysical vocabulary

terms tossed about like
paper airplanes aimed here
there nose diving into sharp
dips and crumpled equities

result of losses maybe wobbles
in her investor’s confidence or
possibly sheer panic either way
equilibrium shoved off kilter

she was left to question her
worth she realized she was an
asset her price immeasurable
by Wall Street’s standards

he was hit hard when he traded
stock privatized that plummeted
her market value though
rose to astronomical heights


B.S. Meter

Meter reader guy:  “I inspected your service line and nothing’s been tampered with.”

Me:   “Thank God, I was worried for a minute.”

Meter reader guy:  “I went ahead with the maintenance and you should be good to go.”

Me:  “What do I owe you?”

Meter reader guy:  “Nothing.  Says here you’ve paid in full.”

Me:  “Awesome!”

I am happy to announce (no, not that, what the heck were you thinking?) that my B.S. meter is fully operational.  It is so sensitive that it picks up the slightest B.S. kilowatt.  Then the small hand moves.  Fortunately, I am not charged for B.S. read.  I’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble.  However, I am developing a portable, handheld system that may be purchased for a reasonable price for those of you whose meters are not working properly.  I have many people to thank for my highly, specialized meter but I will reserve my accolades for another time and place (the B.S. Oscars 2011).  In the mean time, you know who you are.  I do, however, have my speech worked out.

Me (accepting my award):  “Thank-you.  I am so honored.  I would like to thank my family and friends for supporting me during times of high stress  B.S.  Next, I thank those red hands for spinning out of control and saving me from unnecessary naivety. I will treasure you always.  For those of you who have fine tuned my meter because of the spoonfuls truckloads of B.S. you have dumped my way, my future appreciates it (bowing)!”


I am not posting this song because it was my wedding song.  I am posting it for two special people in my life.

Special people,  you must know that this kind of love is the only kind that will not fail you.  It is the best way I can love you, the right way to love you, the most sincere way to love you.  This love I’m referring to doesn’t remain seated warming the chair. This love doesn’t shuffle its feet and walk slowly away from all that it right and honest.  This love isn’t a foot rest that exists for you to kick your feet up and chill on.  When smacked down, however, it gets up over and over  and over again.  It is true, faithful, and unconditional.  It is the best part of me I can offer you.   Do not bring in the concrete mixer and begin pouring and pouring until the walls are so high, the light is so remote, that you get scratched and bruised and cut trying to claw your way out.  Keep your hearts and minds open to the love that you knew and believed in.





Need to be
kicked in
thrown in
slammed in
dunked in
hit in
long as they
make it

Pamela A. Rossow

Shared at the Thursday Poets Rally (Week 38).

I was nominated for the Perfect Poet Award. I honor it, thank Jingle, and nominate Danroberson for this week.






I subscribe to you

your RSS feed

emotions hopes

fears dreams spilled

pressed networked

on-line a way to

glimpse bits of

soul keyboarded

into existence

I subscribe to you

your RSS feed

capturing pieces of

raw unedited you

Pamela A. Rossow


you survived earth’s knee
quaking seismicity over and
over again shaking tremors
shuddered scared ground

blood pooled because of
futile resistance to greedy
boogiemen who subjugated and
humiliated–damn colonizers

you rose above it 2,687 feet under
St. Gerard’s watchful eyes like amulets
sea breeze perfumed comune peering
over the Basento river valley

my ancestors inhaled here made
love here cradled generations here
worked cried died here

all I hold are some color splashed
travel brochures that say your food
is rustic your pottery traditional
your cashmere beautiful

we have yet to meet but when we do
I will love you, wear you, live you

Pamela A. Rossow


Time to celebrate.  Definitely NOT because the Panthers’ lost, again.  Not because I’m sitting here eating a couple pieces of fabulous chocolate.  Not because I’m happy to be feeling better.  Not because I get to go see my son swing a stick and whack a puck tomorrow.  Not because I have awesome friends who I am incredibly grateful for.  Not because most of the Christmas dust is packed and put away.  Not because my nephew scored three goals in his soccer game today.  Not even because I have the most amazing family in the galaxy.  This time, it’s about me (not because I’m NOT grateful for all of the above [except for the Cats losing] because I am). I hesitate to say this because I have a long standing tradition of not taking credit when credit is due.  I get shy when compliments are given.  If sitting, I slump as far down as possible.  My darker, Mediterranean descent skin turns reddish when accolades are directed my way.  But, for once, I’m going to give myself a compliment and mean it (I’m learning). Way to go!  You worked you’re a$$ off and accomplished a lot in a short amount of time! Of course, there’s more ahead to conquer, but, you will!  There.  An affirmation for myself.  I think it’s about time we, as humans, start to build ourselves up instead of tear ourselves down.  I’m not talking narcissism or arrogance.  Just showing ourselves a little love (and cutting ourselves some slack when necessary). So, hey, here’s an affirmation for YOU!  YOU’VE done a great job (insert specifics)!   YOU should celebrate!   Pat YOURself on the back!  Here’s to YOU! Cheers!


your highly specialized teeth do
not scare me you nor your hollow
fangs the result of convergent

while not out of your
strike zone I am immune to your
envenomation cold blooded

no prey immobilization here
just self-defense your ecosystem is
not healthy your predatory skills

your clothing scales forced to burrow
no match for a competitive carnivore
your colors bright do not fool

© Pamela Rossow


thankless moments as crystal

dew drops slip one by one

down green veined leaves

falling cascading while

past like black loam

clouds these pools of present

tumultuous deluges pummel

tiny rivulets turning them into

brooks that swell rush the

future hurry time billowing

currents unaware of piffling

trickles the forgotten source

Pamela A. Rossow


Not supposed to be on the computer much so I will be brief (or at least try to).  According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the term thanksgiving means:

1.       the act of giving thanks

2.       a prayer expressing gratitude

3.       a public acknowledgment or celebration of divine goodness

Tomorrow, I will be engaging in numbers 1, 2, and 3.  I hope you’ll join me.  Despite life’s sometimes uncontrollable circumstances, we can all choose to be thankful for something or someone (or many things and many people). I am incredibly grateful for my family and friends who have been present when life has handed me cannolis (my favorite dessert) or when it’s dished out the Warheads.  I also have a wonderful home, clean water, food, and a body pillow.  Not going to lie, I am looking forward to mom’s Italian stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie (a large can of Ready Whip awaits). But the people I am sharing the meal with make the holiday.   I hope you’ll join me in bringing to mind what or who you are thankful for.  While I know, for some of you, Thanksgiving will be difficult and/or sad, remember that someone is thankful for YOU!  Blessings. . .