Posts Tagged ‘love’

Take a Chance

July 30, 2014

Playing Yahtzee with my thoughts
Shake ‘em up in the tumbler
And spill them out, see what I got –
Nothin’ – I got nothin’.
Pick-up sticks with razor blades
Dodge ‘em cars what got no brakes
Midway of middle age
At the Carnival of Disaster.
I tried my luck
And lost every game;
Just want to win my way home.
But there’s no place
Where my heart feels safe
So I buy another ticket
On the nowhere-go-round
Going in static circles.
I told you I loved you
And you just looked away.

By Kerry Scherer – 2014
…Thanks to Golden Earring for the inspiration…


Have a kind Christmas!

November 21, 2008

A holiday gift to you:  

from Kerry’s Collection of Kind Christmas Quotes:

“My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.”
– The Dalai Lama

“Be the change you want to see in the world.”
– Mohandas Gandhi

“It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.”
– Kahil Gibran

“Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person. “
– Mother Teresa.

“Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless.”
– Mother Teresa

“I am done with great things and big plans, great institutions and big success. I am for those tiny, invisible loving human forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water, which, if given time, will rend the hardest monuments of pride.”
– William James

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, What are you doing for others?”
– Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Wherever there is a human being there is an opportunity for kindness”
– Seneca

Lao Tzu
Kindness in words creates confidence, kindness in thinking creates profoundness, kindness in feeling creates love.
Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not. 


Charles Kuralt
The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.


~Samuel Johnson


When I was young, I admired clever people.  Now that I am old, I admire kind people. 

 ~Abraham Joshua Heschel

i remember…

May 7, 2008

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      Only a name.  Only a name and a piece of cloth.  Only a name and a piece of cloth to remember someone who lived and loved, someone who died of HIV-AIDS.

            This is the second time I will view a Names Project AIDS Memorial Quilt exhibit.  I take a deep breath and begin the slow walk around the huge gymnasium.  Bright panels of leather and lame’, denim and sequins, hand-blocked letters remind me that persons with AIDS are more than Center for Disease Control statistics:  each one has a name and a personality and someone who will miss them.

            I recognize Ryan White’s name, but the panel that strikes me most displays simple yellow letters on black felt.  It says, “My name is Duane.  I was born in 1964.  I was diagnosed with AIDS in 1987.  By the time you read this, I will be dead.”

            A square of canvas and markers are provided so viewers can sign a quilt panel.  I see the name of someone I knew, Helena Henry Hatch, a fellow volunteer.  I went to her funeral.  Always dedicated to education and prevention, Helena requested that condoms be distributed for free after her funeral service. 

I write, “You teach me to honor the present.”

          Someone else has written, “Love is never wrong,” and “Love is not in vain.”

            My friend Jerry says hello and shows me the panel he sewed for his buddy Larry.  I give Jerry a hug and tell him I love him.  Jerry is caring, creative, talented, intelligent, he knew Janis Joplin during the original Summer of Love, and he is HIV +.  I don’t want to lose Jerry, too.  Ever the caregiver, he hands me a tissue.

            I tell Jerry, “You will always be more than just a number, just a name on a piece of cloth.”

            He kisses my forehead and thanks me for coming to honor his friends.


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I wrote this piece about 15 years ago.  Jerry died in 1999.  I made his panel for the Names memorial quilt.


My Gay Fantasy

March 20, 2008


Human Rights Campaign logo

In my gay fantasy, I walk down the street with my partner and we do not have to fear having our heads bashed in by homophobes.

In my gay fantasy, no one calls us  names, snickers, sneers at, or slanders us, just because we are a little different. 

In my gay fantasy, I can legally marry my partner of several years.  We can receive the same tax benefits straight couples take for granted.  We would feel welcomed at church and in other community groups.  Our families would love us just the way we are.

In my gay fantasy, we would not feel obligated to “pass as straight” on some jobs – doing our work well would be sufficient.

In my gay fantasy,  I am treated the same as everyone else.  I am judged “by the content of my character”, not by what I choose to do in the privacy of my own home.

In my gay fantasy, no one fears, shuns, rejects, shames, or hates me.  I may be different, but I am equal.

In my gay fantasy, “family values” includes all people.  Everyone would have access to the same human rights.  Queers, lesbians, bi-sexuals, transgendered persons, and people living with HIV-AIDS would all be respected equally and given a fair chance.

…But I am gay, and this is only a fantasy, that I dream will come true someday…Until then, I do what I can to make my world a better place for everyone…

Signed – Your son or daughter, mom or dad, brother or sister, friend, co-worker, teacher, fellow student, nurse, attorney, firefighter, mail carrier, favorite artist, writer, musican, actor, etc.

by Kerry Vincent (c) 1997

Between the Knots

March 15, 2008

12 pt Russian Damask lace

 (thanks to Manon’s flying carpets, which got me thinking about lace…)

Our lives are knotted together,

tightly tied threads

that join and split and join again.

Where do you end?

Where do I begin?

Is there a pattern?

Am we trapped in our web?

Are we too tightly twisted?

Are we well-aligned?

Are our tag ends showing?

I feel tension between the stitches.

Is there some overall design,

symmetrical and balanced,

a complex beauty I am blind to?

Or are we a tangled, tattered mess?

Should we pull the thread,  start all over, just give up,

Unravel all our work?

So much of our lives are lived between the knots.

The spaces between are part of the lace, too.

by KVWordsmith (C) 2008

Strip Tease of Love

February 19, 2008


Love is an exotic dancer,

Someone who knows just how to tease,

How to make you want her,

How to pull away at the last minute.

Sometimes she blows you a kiss.

More often, she takes your heart,

Turns on a spike heel,

And bumps and grinds her way

Over to the next tipping customer.



From a distance she is beautiful,

Her costume is sparkles and spangles.

But up close you see the wrinkles,

The dark circles under her eyes,

The desire for what might have been.



By Kvwordsmith © 2008

Dedicated to Margie Stroud, who turned 84 today and is “still scootin’!”

How to Fall in Love

February 18, 2008

Do not be expecting it – that is the best way.  Don’t even be looking for love – let it find you!  Just think it is a normal day.  Lalalala.  Say hello to your friends.  Laugh.  Eat lunch.   Tell jokes.   Make a coffee date with your Silly Side.  Be yourself.  Then, before you know it, if the right person comes along, they can’t help but fall in love with you.

Enjoy your lover’s company.  Talk often, kiss and hug a whole bunch.  Think about the other when you’re apart.  Sure, you miss each other, but imagine how happy you’ll be when you get together again!

When you fall out of love, it hurts worse than falling on your noggin and getting a big bump.  You may be very sad when you go to sleep that night, but tomorrow is a new day.  You might fall in love with someone new.  Or not.  It’s up to you.  But isn’t it exciting, wondering when love will come back into your life, tap you on your shoulder, and ask, “Are you busy?”

Just go about your everyday life and be open to whatever love comes your way.  When it’s your turn again, fall in love and be happy.  When it’s over, let it go until next time.

But always be ready for love! 

Kerry Vincent – copyright 1993