Calling to Me

The desert calls me Deep
inside my soul

Cactus standing tall
Like lonely men on guard

Visions of Indians
In my make believe mind

Thoughts of wagon trains
On their difficult journey

Sun appearing through
All times all days

Winds blow the tumbleweeds
In a crazy dance

Mountains in the distance
Rise in majestic grandeur

The sun fades into a
Burst of glorious flame

Have I been here before?
In another life?

Was I Indian or pioneer?
Or a spirit in the wind?

The desert calls me
Deep inside my soul

Joan Skiver- Levy ©
3/7/2003
Recovery

Ready to grab life
With both hands

Exciting days
In front of me

Precious time
Numbered days

To soar to do
What I want

No role model
Free to be me

Joy of my days
Time well spent

Who am I?
That’s my goal

Interesting search
Finding me

Discovering finally
I am good enough

Joan Skiver- Levy ©
3/30/2003
The Journey of Life

The journey of life is a
Doubtful frustrating mystery

Where am I going?
To what end?

Another lesson to learn?
Day after day

Year after year
Perhaps eons after eons

Sometimes lonely and sad
Stumbling on my way

I am like a seeker
A searcher of the unknown

Is this journey here and now
All that matters?

Is it getting to the end
Knowing I’ve done well?

Or will I look back
And be ashamed of my life?

Is loving the only concept to learn?
Easy to say hard to do

Many are unlovable
Many are unable to love

So sad to miss the joy of loving
To stay safe and never dare

What a waste on our journey of life
To perhaps learn that love is all
that matters

Joan Skiver- Levy ©
5/18/2003
Happiness

What is happiness?
We all have our own dream

Finding someone to love?
To share your life

Living sorrow and joy
That makes up our existence

Perhaps share the lessons
In our children’s lives

I think not I hope not
Happiness is elusive

We look in the wrong places
Maybe we should look inside

To understand the truly marvelous
Unlimited boundaries of the mind

Everything is there that is needed
A wellspring for the taking

The spirit inside
Knowledge beauty talent

Flowing in and out
Waiting to be discovered

Look inside
You will be astounded

All within your reach
Not somewhere else

Deep in side you
Is all you will ever need.

Joan Skiver-Levy ©
4/20/03
Joy or Sorrow?

We make up our own life
By the choices we take

Are they happy choices?
For others or ourselves?

Should we love what we do?
Do we have commitment?

To ourselves or to others?
What do we owe ourselves?

Love, integrity, productivity?
Inquisitiveness about life?

Discovering our talents?
Teaching and sharing?

How do we treat ourselves?
Are we proud of ourselves?

Do we really listen when others talk?
Do we really listen with our brain?

Or do we choose to hear?
Just certain things?

Are we awake to the joy in life?
Or are we putting ourselves in
sorrow?

Do we have choices to make?
Do we let others choose for us?

What choice will you make?
Joy or Sorrow?

Joan Skiver-Levy ©
2/24/04
Life and its mysteries

Curious how I wonder
How it all began

Oh to really know about life
And it’s mysteries

Are we just an
Energy form?

What is really
Going on?

What comes after
This life?

Other realms
Of realities?

Out in space
In another dimension?

Waiting for the next
Form to take place?

Animal, mineral or vegetable
Disassociated or inherent?

To understand it all
The scheme of it

Oh the wonder of life and
Its deep mysteries.

Joan Skiver Levy 5/30/05
Mind Path

Misunderstandings
Alternating in patterns

Of love and hate
Painful and confusing

Tragedy and comedy
Trust and betrayal

Cry and smile
Puzzle and solve

Sickness and misery
Wellness and joy

Confusing thoughts
Negative and positive

Reach above
To fall below

Tranquility
To aggravation

From problems
To solutions

Mind work
All of it

Endlessly circling
Around and around

4/2/2011
Joan Skiver-Levy
Our Children

A blessing?
A curse?

But how boring
Life without children

So sad sick children
Pulling your heartstrings

Some time unable to stop the pain
To aid or to help

Then to cover them
In love and comfort

Having to let go of them
Holding your breath

Letting them cross the street
The first time

The first brush
With a cruel society

Feeling their pain
Wishing to take it away

Then being proud for them
When they shine

Think of all the love
We would have missed

Mixed blessings
Our children

J-Skiver-Levy 2/26/04
Who is Joan?

Female artist poet singer
Mother wife daughter sister grand child

What lurks inside?
This body and mind

She does not know
That worries her, but not too much

Scattered and concise
Dreamy and focused

Curious and wondering
Traveling through life

Don’t close any door
What might be out there?

And how did we get here?
Where do we come from?

What are we doing here?
What are we learning?

And what for?
Does it even matter?

What is waiting when she
Leaves this life?

Smarter people then her don’t know either
Never thought about much

This kind of thing before
Too busy living life

Taking proper care of things
Makes it all worth while

I think, maybe

6/20/2011Joan Skiver-Levy

Who knows what?

Are we drifting away?
To another land?

Perhaps to find?
Secrets of love?

Necessary at this time
To find out what is in our hearts

A sadness over comes me
The sweetness and the sorrow

Love lost?
Maybe not

Perhaps just resting
To come back again

The tears of an ending
A necessary part of the plan

Who knows what?
Awaits any of us

Don’t forget the lesson
For that is what you take with you

June 1, 2009
Your wonderful life

Take hold
Never let go

Excitement
Adventure

Awaiting us
Around the corner

Inside us
Out side us

Simple joys
Great pleasures

Abilities and talents
Seeing and hearing

Processing the wonder
Miracles of life and living

Take hold
Never let go

Joan Skiver-Levy
4/1/2011
Winter at Home

Cold, feet are cold…put some thing warm on….naw…lazy….just sit here and
suffer….who cares….cold out side…better in here…better in bed….better not…..
could stay there all day….up and at it……get it done……mess every where….one
pile after another….don’t know what to do with them….throw some thing away
and damn if you don’t  need it….years later….records of a life times…every one
must have them…stuff…too much stuff…give it away….so they can have too
much stuff….every one has too much stuff….wasted….rolls on and on…through
time…endless….junk…by many definitions ….so what…its mine and I can keep
it….mine…mine…mine…wander through it….feel it beneath my feet…soft, hard,
dirty…clean…used….worn out….I don’t care….its good stuff…and I am going to
keep it ….all or most of it…no one cares about my stuff…m y collection…get up
and do something…put your clothes on…why……..sit here in my robe all day….
…no one is concerned and that is good…do my own thing…finally……be a
mess…no one sees me……lost in my own world….thinking my own thoughts…..
no monitor..….no boss…only me...…finally…….I can be who I want to be……..well
……almost.

1/13/2012
Joan Skiver-Levy


Damn if you don’t need it

Cold outside, feet are cold.
Better in here, better in bed.
Put on something warm.
Mess everywhere, too much stuff,
Dirty, used, clean, worn out, so what.
It's mine, and I can keep it.
Throw something away
And damn if you don't need it.

Mary Ann Barnett put the above
together from my ramblings.
1/13/2012
Mama's Girdle - A Little Story
My mother in her retirement lived in a little three-room house in Eldorado, Illinois. Mother had worked her entire
life in the Chicago-land area with very little to show for all her hard work. She never owned a house and she had
heard about her cousin wanting to sell her house in Southern Illinois. She would be by her brothers and sisters
if she bought it. My husband and I encouraged her to purchase it and told her if she did not want it that we would
buy it. That gave her the courage to take a chance. The cost of the house was $2,500.00. She was a few years
from retirement and we thought it was a good idea for her to purchase it. She could rent it with no trouble at all
and that would make the monthly mortgage payment. She proceeded to borrow the $500.00 needed for a down
payment and obtained a mortgage for rest of the amount due. It was an exciting time for her. She would have her
little house to go to when she got ready. She was thrilled when she signed the papers for ownership. She was
able to rent it very easily and was happy with the situation. She was approaching to her 62nd birthday suffering
from high blood pressure and other health problems. Mother began to talk about taking her retirement a little
earlier than she had planned. We thought it was a good ideal and encouraged her. She retired on her birthday
and we helped to move her to Southern Illinois. We helped with the house but soon had to return to the city to
our own jobs and responsibilities. Mother worked like a little beaver, painting and fixing and planting her
flowers. She even got her self a cat that she was not ever able to have in the city and settled in.

A few years later my husband took an early retirement we followed and moved to the same general area. We
thought we could help her and many time my husband would go over and do repairs on her house and car. He
kept things in pretty good repair and she was happy to have our help.

Mother always had a pretty good sense of humor and lately she had been complaining about how the pack of
dogs was running around the neighborhood. They would run through her yard when she had her laundry out on
the line and she would complain intensely about not being able to do anything about it. She had called city hall to
no avail. One fine spring day I stopped to see her while I was in town. Her undies were on the clothesline and
mother was nowhere to be seen. I guess she had run an errand. I looked at the clothes on the line and had a
mischievous thought. An old girdle was hung there and a nightgown. I decided to take them with me. I took them
off the line and threw them in the back seat of the car and took off. About an hour later I called and asked how
things were going today. She was real irritated and said someone had taken her clothes. I asked what was taken
and she told me her nightgown and an old girdle.  I said who would want your old girdle? She said probably some
pervert. I said I’d bet the pack of dogs running the neighborhood pulled them off the line. She bought it! I told
her if that’s what she thought and if it was me I would call the mayor office and tell them that the dogs had now
ran off with her clothes. She did just that, and really gave him a piece of her mind. I called her sister in the next
town and explained what I did and asked her to help with the prank. I told her to call mom and tell her that she
just heard the mayor over the local radio talking about packs of dogs stealing washed clothes off the lines in
Eldorado and something had to be done about it. My aunt called and after a while she could no longer contain
her self and began to laugh. Mother did not think it was funny at all at first. She was mad. After a little while she
began to smile and then to laugh uproariously. It was an episode that we laughed about many times over the
years. The call to the mayor had done no harm for sure and after that dogs began to disappear from the
neighborhood. The family still laughs about it. They asked me why I did it. I said I guess the devil made me do it
and we all laughed some more in the retelling of the story of Mama’s girdle. Mom has been gone many years now
and I hope she still laughs when we do.

Joan C. Levy
February 5, 2002
Joan's Poems
Dressing the Artist

She stands before the
Clothes in her closets

A fifty year collection
Don’t throw it away

Might need it
Had so little for so long

In good taste she dresses
Always drawing attention

Like creating a beautiful painting
Bold and full of pleasant energy

She is daring sometimes
Enjoys shocking people

Smiles that come to her as she encounters
Young and old, the dreary and unloved

Some unsure of how they look
Next to her carefully planned appearance

They don’t know how much fun she is having
Playing her harmless game

Happy to be alive
Having a hell of a good time

Dressing in pretty clothes
All of the time

1-12-2012
Joan Skiver-levy

Curly Hair

When I was very little
I so wanted curly hair

Momma cut my hair in
Dutch boy style with bangs

Cause she said
It was so very straight

Fine and stringy
Thin and straggly

She said keep it short
So it would get thick

It never did get thick
To her disappointment and mine

Hers was thick
Curly and beautiful

She then decided
To get me hair permanents

A small child
On cushions to reach

I would sit under
That confounded equipment

Wired to that large monster
Machine with electrified wires

With hot clamps on the curlers
That were so hot they burned

They would put padding under  
So they did not burn me

Sometimes they burned my skin
Some tines they would burn themselves

But for sure they always
Burned your hair

Out from under
I would come

Off came the clamps
Out came the curlers

Left with fuzzy strands of hair
Standing out certainly looking different

Not like my Momma’s
Beautiful curly hair

She did not know any better
Me neither and thought Momma knew best

My whole life I wanted curly hair
Did lots of rollers and bobby pins

Guess what I have discovered
Now that I am old and elderly

I have the curly hair
I wanted so much

Curls and waves just happening unexpected
She finally gave  me curly hair

Joan Skiver-Levy 6/6/11
Artist Contact information
618 923 3700
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Bliss

Bliss with out end
Is with you, darling

A dream comes true
For you and for me.

Timeless love
No limits

True love, ecstatic
Unbelievably beautiful

Lost in the warmth of your arms
Deep lovely kisses

Alive in every cell
Then this world’s gone

Into paradise I go
Spinning away

No today, no tomorrow
Only this magic moment

Bliss with out end
Is with you, Darling

Joan Skiver-Levy
March 20, 2008
Don’t tell me what to do

Bossing comes easy for you
Hard for me as the receiver

Your protection of me
No, your control

Your right
Not my right

Your world
Not my world

Your gender
Not my gender

You really don’t
Have a clue

To my desires
To my dreams

To the differences
Between us

Common goals
Not just yours

Foolish young fantasy
Waking up to reality

The journey of becoming old
By myself, alone at last

Feeling the freedom
From constraints

No responsibilities
No obligations

Now I live my life
As I please

Don’t tell me what to do
Finally any more, ever

4/14/2011
Joan Skiver-Levy
Your wonderful life

Take hold
Never let go

Excitement
Adventure

Awaiting us
Around the corner

Inside us
Out side us

Simple joys
Great pleasures

Abilities and talents
Seeing and hearing

Processing the wonder
Miracles of life and living

Take hold
Never let go

Joan Skiver-Levy
4/1/2011
Love, it's over
I waited so long
I thought it would never end

I don’t care anymore
It’s finally done

No more tears
My love is gone

He is not much
I wonder what I saw

I guess I did not
Really see at all

I was blinded by my grief
Not thinking clear

The lessons learned
Take care of me

Love myself first
I am important

No abuse for me
I am special

The pain is over for me
His will never end

History repeats itself
And he never learns

He is the loser not me
Nothing to retrieve for me

I have not lost a thing
Love, it's over                          

Joan Skiver-Levy 6/16/2003
Joy or Sorrow?

We make up our own life
By the choices we take

Are they happy choices?
For others or ourselves?

Should we love what we do?
Do we have commitment?

To ourselves or to others?
What do we owe ourselves?

Love, integrity, productivity?
Inquisitiveness about life?

Discovering our talents?
Teaching and sharing?

How do we treat ourselves?
Are we proud of ourselves?

Do we really listen when others talk?
Do we really listen with our brain?

Or do we choose to hear?
Just certain things?

Are we awake to the joy in life?
Or are we putting ourselves in sorrow?

Do we have choices to make?
Do we let others choose for us?

What choice will you make?
Joy or Sorrow?


Joan Skiver-Levy 6/3/04
Relationships

We Hurt
Then help

We are blissful
Reversing to pain

We love
Only to hate

Powerful master
To weak slave

We attract
Only to push away

Will He
Won’t she

Peculiar
Opposites

Seesawing
Rhythms

Ah!
Human Behavior

Joan Skiver-Levy-- 2/26/04

So dark are his thoughts
Planning his attack

Dominate and destroy
That’s his game

A predator on the prowl
Seeking the next victim

Split personality
Lamb to jackal

Weaving his troubled thoughts
To get even with another one

Warped patterns in his life
And blind in many ways

No love in his heart
A troubled soul

An empty shell
No peace for him

What harm he does
Hurting countless others

Perhaps he’ll pay
For his many deeds

Beware Women
For here he comes

Trying to get
Another one

Joan Skiver-Levy 6/5/04