EVERYONE WAITS

Everyone waits
Some wait to die
Others wait out their fate
Still others wait until it’s too late

Children hate to wait
Some are born on time
Some are born past their due date
They don’t know we were born to wait

Then there are those who rush in
They hate to wait
So they rush in
And they get there at the wrong date

Everyone waits
She waits for the bus
He waits for his bride
She waits at the altar
As he dies in the war
She waits for the phone call
That will make her heart fall
The baby waits in utero
9 months in seclusion
Life began from day one
A child hopes to see the sun.

A man waits to die
He quit on life
When life got hard
He forsook the truth
And swallowed the lie
He waits to die
He stews in self hate
He thinks it’s too late
Life passes him by
And all he wants to do is die
Then there’s a woman who waits
For her lost love
She waits like she waited
When she was a school girl
For that phone call from him
That would rock her world
But it never came
Because he was too scared
To go after her
Who would rock his world
And the woman grew tired of the wait
And one day he showed up at her door
And then he came a day too late

Everyone waits…

-Eva Santiago copyright 2013

ATLANTA GA: SALSA! IS COMING TO YOU SOON!!!

I just found out I am doing a 2nd book signing in Atlanta. On Saturday, January 26th from 3-6pm I will be here:www.javavino.com/ So please, if you’re in this area, come out and show my 2nd book, SALSA! The Taste of Life some love!! See you soon Atlanta!!!Salsa high res cover

EARTH AND AIR

To a beautiful person I know…

Earth and Air
You walked by and did a double take
You stopped
When everyone rushed on through
You said hello
I said who are you
You said I’m looking for a home
I too have been all alone
You said I am here
Iam tempted to run
You said I have no fear
I said nothing is clear
You said let’s plant a seed
I said you are the one I need
You said you, I will not harm
I want to hold on to your arm
You said hold on then
My icy heart grows warm
You are earth
I am air

Eva Santiago copyright 2012

 

NOT SCARY AT ALL

NOT SCARY AT ALL
This world is not as scary as they told us
The time clock ticks
Time marches on
And things go on unabated,
litigated
Emancipated.
There is nothing new under the sun
Days gone by
People are still people
And they keep to their own

The world is not as scary as they said
Tabu things
Belong to the past
Kids grow up fast
Nothing ever lasts

They painted for us a dangerous world
And I defy that
Boy still meets girl
And he tips his hat
Boy meets girl
A perfect match they make
Mom and dad frown
They have to let go
Cuz all their kids are almost grown

Don’t tell the young guns this world is scary
They don’t care
They won’t listen to your outdated fears
Let them eat, drink and be merry
Don’t even think they are clueless
Sometimes let ‘em surprise you
At times you’re the one who needs a clue.

-Eva Santiago copyright 2012

 

 

A Sunset in a Rose

A sunset in a rose:

The sun came up

It traveled west

Found its home in a rose.

The rose bud opened

After a long repose

One by one the petals blossomed-

The the sun set in the rose

A dozen roses have I

All heavenly scented

Had a tear in my eye

Made my heart glad

Made me sing

A sunset in a rose

Such a beautiful thing!

-Eva Santiago  copyright 2012

Word Picture #12

Broken Window

What does it mean

When I look in your face

And your soul is blank

When I look in your face

And your demons stand as in rank

What does it mean

When I reach out for a hug

You look down at your shoes

And all you do is shrug

I’ll tell you what it means to me:

Stop looking through that old broken window; it’s busted from years of rocks pelting it. First stone you threw, it cracked from top to bottom. It was not a clean break- jagged,taking up the whole window. Then came bigger rocks, chipping away at the surface,until one day a huge boulder came crashing through…such a terrific noise it made! What a great explosion, it took out all the glass. Now what’s left is an empty window pane;  the house is debris filled from the winds that blow in from all the four corners. Dust,rain,leaves all blowing in. And this is the window you want me to keep looking through? No thanks, I’ve better things to do.

-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012

MOODY BLUES MONDAYS

So we’re back and at it!  Are the moody blues hitting you this Monday? Aren’t you glad I thought of you today? I will help you bust out of that with these funny pics, then you’ll be so glad you stopped by. I welcome your comments and show your appreciation 😀 Have a great week!!!!

-Eva

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 237

Live!

 

I find that people who put themselves in a box are blasé and quite boring…

 They spend their drab lives asleep, loudly snoring, while life slips by them…

Then, one day, they wake up and are  upset because they claim that those of us who enjoy our lives are being loud and rude; our busy and productive lives make so much noise, it awoke them! Well, I’ll tell ya- excuse me for stepping on your boring and mundane toes. If my too-much activity stirs you to anger, well then, perhaps it’s for your good. Wake up! Take a chance!

Smell the roses, and I don’t mean the one you’ve picked out to deck your early coffin. Live and let live! Yes, this means you! Praise Him who made you. Stop your whining and complaining. Be glad He chose to keep you alive!

-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012

 

HAVE A GREAT WEEK-END EVERYONE!!! 🙂

365 Snap Shots of Life : Day 215

Salsa! The Taste of Life, my new book soon to be released is a volume of short stories  and poems. For the past few posts I’ve shared some of the material I had to edit because it would have made too big of a book to market.  This poem I wrote is about one of the closest friends I’ve ever had. Every once in a while, God will send someone into our lives with such a sweet spirit, that when they are no longer a part of our life, we feel their absence much like a piece of dried bread misses its butter 🙂 As you read this, let your friends know how much you appreciate them!

The Song of the Swallow

This morning I was down,

that is until I heard.

What did I hear?

The song, el canto de la golondrina.

 

What a breathtaking sound!

What sound?

Pues la cancion de la golondrina.

 

 

It lifted my spirit,

soothed my weary soul,

brought peace to my home.

What was that? I heard you ask-

 

 

Pues la dulce cancion de la golondrina.

My restless children heard it,

and peace returned to them at once.

They cheered as they heard the melodic sound.

 

 

Otra vez, caramba! What sound you ask?

Pues la bella melodia de la golondrina.

No se como explicarlo.

All I know is the song of that grace filled swallow

set to flight, ten thousand of hell’s demons,

and once again peace was restored to my heart.

-EVA SANTIAGO Copyright 2012

365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 211

How is your Sunday so far? Mine is consisting of a little house work, a bit of Olympic games viewing and now giving you yet another preview of my new book coming out SOON!. When I was writing Salsa! The Taste of Life, I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough material. Now, after editing it turns out I had a surplus! I’m so glad too because I get to use this edited material to promote Salsa! before it goes live.

My editor suggested that I save this material I had to cut out for another book. I thought of it and then I realized I don’t have to. Do you know why? because this writer knows that her creative fountain will never run dry. You see, the creative process is a marvelous thing. I write when I have something to say. There are times when I only journal my personal thoughts. So I keep writing. Then after seeping in my own creative juices after a little while, VOILA! The flow starts back up. That’s why I can share my edited work with the world on my blog right now; because I know there’s more coming!

Happy Sunday!

Children No More

The children are at school,

always being taught

to ignore the Golden Rule,

What they learn is for naught.

 

 

The children in school all day,

told what to do every hour,

even told how they can play;

their disposition is quite sour.

 

 

The children in school all week;

they never learn about God.

Taught to be selfish instead of meek,

at home the parents spare the rod.

 

 

The children in school all year;

taught to be good for nothing,

filling them up with knowledge, facts, and fear,

out after twelve years, knowing nothing at all.

From the crib to the daycare,

from the daycare to the classroom,

all they learn is to defy God and swear.

The children are in school…

Today, to be a child is quite rare.

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012

DISCLAIMER! This poem is in no way meant to offend any teacher who works in the public school system. I have many friends who teach in public schools and I respect them all for the tremendous job they do in a failed system.