Thursday, November 8, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

HugSmileLove has known HitFrownHate but chooses the greener grass

Some people say I'm too damn cheerful. Assume I haven't been knocked around enough in life. It's true that I've been more than averagely blessed in many ways — but, I've known more than plenty of struggles: sharp, excruciating, gnawing, vicious; external, internal; brutally quick and achingly ongoing; lightning strikes and hammer blows, tripping falls face-to-ground. I drag heavy fears, often hurt, and I've hurt a lot. But why nurture the negative? With each adversity and graying year comes a brighter, giddier laugh and a more sincere, deeper smile. My heart gets both weaker and stronger with each blow, and every knockout convinces me that I don't want to spend any more time, not even mere seconds, being miserable or resentful or smeared with the filth of the past. Wash myself clean each morning and brave the new day. Better than wallowing in the stink. I'll take what I can get in lessons and give whatever I can in smiles. And yes, I hug and I love! My comforts amongst the ills of life.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Uncorking inner verse

Fine craft beers—
merry bottle openers of poetry;
An aromatic vino of
dreamy garnet red—
t'is no better corkscrew!

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, May 4, 2012

Pleasant early-summer

Life smells good and spring sounds like an earthly heaven, flowers bloom in my dreams and fruit salad and freshly-cut lawns in the park are the backdrop of our happiness.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Barren thoughts

It doesn't really matter what the reason is that you're childless. If it hurts, it hurts.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, March 9, 2012


Outside of a teapot life is but thousands of dusty affairs.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Poetaster disaster

Good poetry sings; my poetry moans.

—Terri Guillemets

Neither elegant nor eloquent

An elegant poet I am not —
I write poetry as a man slips on a banana peel.
But fate must call on mediocrity as well as genius,
And fruit as well as nuts.

—Terri Guillemets

Too much

I admit that I have no idea how our modern world works. And I'd like to make it through my life not having to find out, because I do know that it's very complex and should be much, much simpler.

—Terri Guillemets