Country MUSIC?

.Woke up this morn, and I don't know why.......
I turned on the channel to CMT.
Within a few minutes I began to cry........
How can anyone sit and listen
To country music all the time?
Some are funny and make a lot of sense
But some I don't know why
Make me break down and really cry.

I'm turning the channel.

Solara Moon Cutshaw!

She's HERE! YEEEAAAAAH! Everyone.......meet my new grand daughter......Solara Moon Cutshaw. She was born on September 22, 2008 @ 3:30 a.m. She is gorgeous! OF COURSE!

Technology

For a full list of all the ways technology has failed to improve the quality of life.....please press 3.

Mind

MIND

A negative thought came to my mind.
He wore a charming smile
And I was sorely tempted
To invite him in awhile,
And as I hesitated,
He tapped softly on the door
And whispered through the keyhole
As he'd often done before.

He said, "I'll help you hold your grudge,
I'll help you sing the blues,
It seem like all your folks and friends
have turned heir backs on you."
He said, "you've been misunderstood,
Mistreated and maligned.
I'll help you cry your heart out
If you'll let me come inside".

But, I kept my windows fastened
And my doors securely closed,
For I knew I'd be the loser
If I let him take control.
For negative thoughts can multiply
And crowd the positives out.
And make the mind a cesspool
Of anxiety and doubt.

And so I told the negative thought
I could not let him in.
He went his way, but I am sure
That he'll return again.

But no more will I greet him
With a welcome or a smile
And never will I entertain him
Even for awhile.
I'll fill my mind with positive thoughts
And on the door install
A sign which reads, "DO NOT DISTURB"
When negative comes to call
For tho` he knocks a thousand times
And yet, a thousand more
He cannot dominate my mind
If I don't open the door.


Thank you to Connie Longe
for this inspiring piece.
Tammy
(author unknown)

Gratitude

Gratitude

I need gratitude
to make it through
a world that's not so gracious

I wonder where it all began
that people lost their gratitude?

It's a simple process
And it feels so good afterward.

Take a deep breath;
Close your eyes.

Slow down the pace of your heart.

Feel the gravity of the earth
Begin to pull you down

Slowing your every move

Clear your mind of all
Negative thoughts

And the sun begin to warm your mind

Slightly open your lips
Let your throat form the noise.
Its simple......

"Thank you!"

Written By Tammy Davis
2005

Poetry Behind the Wire

Poetry Behind the Wire

I came here on a lengthy sentence

My life has become barbed wire
and metal fences

Structured living
Like a page from a poetry book

With thoughts, emotions, rhymes
Words dancing in time

I lay it down on paper

To escape


We dance according to their rules
And their time

Guards counting
Room to room

A haiku that they devised
Head count at seven, eleven and five

The scenery is great front the porch at the top.


Tammy Davis
2004

The Rif of word association

Word Association

My

Oh My!
OK. Don't cry
Cry-crying-sigh-sighing
Take a big sigh and get real high
Get high on life is what I say today
Come what may?
Which way?
That way-who's
Way?
Their way?
I don't wanna play-not today
OK
Feel me now
With your heart-that's how
How come you walk away?
Don't go
Please stay?
Never mind
I said I wasn't playing anyways.
Maybe another day
Hey! I know!
Friends come and lovers go.
My hands are shaking
The earth was quaking
ACDC
Headcount
Count the heads
Everyone's at their beds
Like where do we go?
Some have no homes in which to go-Don't you know?
To and fro
Afro
Afro sheen
That's what I mean
The 70's were cool
We all looked a fool
Skippin` School
Smokin` Pot
I smoked "A LOT"
Too much...
The gateway to others as such
Meth-o-meth
I was a mess
Purple haze
Left me in a daze
Woodstock was all a haze
I wanna go back
And do it again
It'd be different
This time....
Instead.


Tammy Davis
January 27, 2004

Commitment

Commitment

Three Syllables,
A Capital C
Powerful beyond belief
It scares us all sometimes.

Three M's representing mountains to high
for some to climb.
A strange word to write,
A stranger word to study.

What makes people run from this word?
What makes others dive right in?

As for me...you ask?
I dove right in once,
And now I run...

From the word with a Capital C,
And mountains to high to climb...
For me.

Tammy Davis
September 1, 2004

Cut and Shuffle

For Christy....

Cut and Shuffle

Riding in your car
Nothing to be said
I know what you're thinking though.

"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
"That bed stays here, I bought it."

We are so much alike.
I feel us talking through closed lips.

"By the way, that's my dresser too!"
"My futon as well-I have all the receipts."

You look at me from the corner of your
Partially closed, slanted eyes.

"YOU'RE REALLY PISSING ME OFF!"
"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME LIKE THAT!'

I look back the same way,
As if I'm seeing myself in a looking glass.

"WAIT!"
"Don't go...."
"I will miss you WAY too much!"

My heart melts
We smile

"I love you so much"
"I'm going to miss you, Kid".....

My heart breaks.

Written By Tammy Davis
September 15, 2005

The "ME" in the Mirror

The "ME" in the Mirror

I look Close,
Even Closer,
But I cannot see
Me in the mirror.

I know I am there,
I barely see the dark pupils of my eyes
And I wonder why
I cannot see
Me in the mirror

I put on make up
everyday
Curl my hair,
Pluck my brows
But I cannot see
Me in the mirror.

I strain my eyes
Stare even harder
But I still cannot see
ME in the mirror.

I want to know
What people see
when they see
Me outside of the mirror

What am I like?
The child in me.
The torn, Beaten soul.
Looking much older
Dying to see

The child I used to be,
That time....
and only time
Has taken.
Like a thief
from the one I see....

ME IN THE MIRROR.

Written By Tammy Davis
August 31, 2004

Everybody, Somebody, Nobody and Anybody

EVERYBODY, SOMEBODY, NOBODY, and ANYBODY.

Once upon a time there were four people
Their names were
Everybody, Somebody, Nobody and Anybody
Whenever there was an important job to be done,
Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, But Nobody did it.
When Nobody did it,
Everybody got angry because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Somebody would do it, But
Nobody realized that Nobody would do it.

SO....consequently,
Everybody blamed Somebody
When Nobody did what Anybody could have done
In the first place!


Tammy Davis
2003

The Gift......

The Gift You Gave to Me

I never wanted to marry
It scared me to be ruled.
I never wanted children
But eventually there were the two of you.

The gift you gave to me
Was something I thought I'd never have.
I'll never forget the first sight of you're big dark eyes,
Searching to connect with mine.
I knew at that moment I was given a gift,
I never thought I'd have.

I knew at the moment you saw your sister born,
The love that filled your face.
That I gave YOU a gift
You thought you'd never have.


I'll never forget the little girl
All wrapped up in a warm blanket,
With a stub sock on your tiny head for a hat.
I knew right then I was given the SECOND gift,
I thought I'd never have.

Written By Tammy Davis
2004
Inspired by my two gifts that I love
with all my heart.

The Purple Shack

The Purple Shack

Square and purple
Sometimes empty with dust balls
Rolling around, like sage rolling through an empty desert
Now filled with clothes strung out.
Like a bricked lined block in Harlem
Washed and wrinkled clothes, hanging from one side of the dingy building to the other......
Layers of bodies, like a cat house waiting, on a hot summer night for the right John to enter with a pocket of cash and a
Desire to fill.

A door with a tiny window.
What does it keep out?
Or Keep in?
When anyone with height and legs long enough could peek over to see the secrets my friends think they might hide...

But, I see in their eyes and their smirking half smiles
That they really do have secrets....

They exit shyly, timidly, sometimes with almost a hint of embarrassment.
I want to know that secret

Only I don't want to live in the shack,
The Purple Shack.

Written by Tammy Davis
2004
Inspired by a make shift room
for overcrowding at the
Dale Correctional Facility for women
in Waterbury, VT.

Do the Crime, Do the Time.

Do the Crime, Do the Time.

Who's crime?
Who's time?
My time
Your time
If you did your own time
Your shit wouldn't be in mine
Lying, stealing shiesty ass hoe
Talkin' shit, acting all that.......

"AS IF!"

As if you ever done the shit
Your flappin` lips are moving about!

"IT AIN'T REAL!"

You're makin` up over 3/4ths of the bullshit.
You ain't nothin` but a sleazy ass hoe
Thinkn` your all caught up in the game
When in all reality,
You don't even know how to play the game you know nothin bout.

Whatever!
Sit
Down
Shut
Up
And
Hang on!

Cause it's gonna be a longer ride than you ever expected,
Cause you're only game is your ..........

IGNORANCE!



Written by Tammy Davis

Dale Correctional Facility

May 2004
Thanks for the inspiration Pam Yandow.

Tons and Tons of pix.

I may have forgotten to mention that one of my favorite things to do is to take photographs....I live with a camera in my hand, in fact I have worn out two brand new digital expensive cameras over the past two years. So I thought I would share them with you. I hope you enjoy them. This is only a few and I will be adding more in time. The scenery pix are from Vermont to Arizona just this year. Let me know what you think if you like.
Thank you, Tammy

Tons and ton s of PIX. Enjoy!

I just can't help myself with my pictures. I take tons of picutures everyday, the camera is literally in my hand always....
In two years now I have wore out 2 expensive brand new digital cameras. So I wanted to share a few on this site. Hope you like them. Tammy

The scenery pictures are from Vermont to Arizona. I love what I see in this beautiful earth! I just wish everyone would take part in taking care of it. Thought to ponder......"What would happen if our time ran out here?" Wouldn't it be a shame that we trashed this gorgeous planet, and regret it in the end? I know I will.

My reasoning.......

I titled my blog, "Is this the PLACE to be", because I just moved to Arizona via Vermont in a Jeep Grand Cherokee. Left Vermont in March on an Interstate Compact plan in hopes for a warmer climate and better, more comfortable life away from my past demons. I obviously got here at the WRONG time....the summer here was practically unbareable at best. Temperatures in the 100's and not less than 104 everyday. Too hot to go for a ride in the car without the comforts of air conditioning which we unfortunately do not have. WHAT THE F#@% HAPPENED TO THE AIR CONDITIONER?? So...that's how my life always goes.

Ok, so now I am living in the land of the Native Americans, and the place where the cowboys and Indians used to play. That is pretty interesting and something I would like to explore someday. Cacti the size of some large buildings I've seen in Rutland,VT. whoo hooo!
To make a long story short, it sux. Big time. There are tons of SCORPIONS where we were living...in the house, crawling on the couch, learking in the carpet and who knows where else. And you can't even see the damned things until they are right on you.
I begin to get homesick, the heat is making me feel like I weigh a thousand pounds and I can barely get the energy to move......this is so not me. I am always on the go, cleaning is my thing, and exploring new places is what I have always loved to do. Not any more. I feel ill, all the time.
What is wrong with me? There's a gorgeous swimming pool just down the street and I don't feel well enough t o even go for a swim. Had this been anywhere else, I would be living and sleeping at the pool. This feeling of illness goes on now for 4 months. I hate this and I know I have made a huge mistake coming here. I have to get back to Vermont. So I put in for a transfer with the Interstate compact to move back to Vermont. Immediately, I realize that I really don't want to go back there in the middle of the winter coming up in just a month or two. What do I do now? I REALLY don't want to go.......(typical isn't it?) A woman never makes up here mind and reserves the right to change it at any given moment.
So.....here I will stay...for the winter at least.
My P.O. is going to kill me.
Besides, I have a new grand daughter on the way in just another week, what was I thinking? I haven't even seen Lake Havesu yet, (party central!) or Sadona, Arizona, which I hear is absolutely the place to see in the United States. I can't leave here yet.
Hence, I begin with the title....."Is this the PLACE to be?"
So with that I will leave it for now and continue with more boring unexcitement in the day of the life of Tammy Davis.

At the beginning.

Today I start my blog page. Critics beware.......If I make mistakes, I'm doing a rough draft at first, so bare with me. I'm just learning about blogging and can remember that it was just not long ago that I had to ask......"What the hell is a blog?" LOL!
Thank you.