Share Your World, 2015 – Week # 9

WORLD GLOBE ABSTRACT BLUE with bubbleI haven’t had a chance to participate in Cee’s Share Your World the past few weeks, so I’m getting back into the swing of things.

Question 1: How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

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Question 2: Are you left or right-handed?

Right-handed

Question 3: If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?

Zoe Hannah Grace.  Zoe means “life from God.” Hannah means “one who is favored and one who obtains favor by petition.” Grace means “the undeserved favor of God.” So anytime someone called my name, they would be pronouncing blessing and favor on me.  Sounds good to me.

Question 4: Where do you hide junk when people come over?

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha …………  The laughter at my house is so LOUD that the neighbors from blocks away are coming to see what’s going on.  What do you mean “hide” junk?  I have so much junk that there IS NO PLACE to hide it. When people come over, they just have to look at it. If they don’t love me enough to do that, it’s okay. I have my junk to keep me company.

Bonus Question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Well, last week, I had an unexpected meeting with the sidewalk in front of my house, and my right knee made the first contact. Ouch! The last things to make contact with that same sidewalk were my nose and mouth. Ouch! Ouch!  But I am thankful that the Lord protected me mightily, and I did not have any broken bones or teeth. My knee looks and feels almost normal again, and no one would ever know I virtually kissed the concrete on Friday. I have thanked God every day for that protection and healing.

This week, I am looking forward to getting some furniture that belonged to my parents moved into my living room. (Of course, I’ll have to move some of the above mentioned junk to get it in, but the end result will be worth the effort.)

 

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Friday Fictioneers – 2/27/15 — ‘Adoption’

Friday Fictioneers, for those who are not aware, is a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog. She gives us a picture prompt each week, and challenges us to write a 100-word story based on that picture. It’s great discipline and lots of fun. So if you’d like to join in, just follow the link to her site for the details.

This week’s picture prompt is courtesy of Dawn Q. Landau. My story is below the picture.

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ADOPTION

Hair bristled on my neck. I was bein’ followed. I whirled ’round and found Zanzibar ploddin’ behind me, head down, tail draggin’.

“Hey, boy,” I said, squattin’ down. “Where’s ol’ Toby?”

Zanzibar whined, licked my hand, whined again. Somethin’ was wrong. Zanzibar and Toby were thicker’n fam’ly. They came through here first week of ever month. Stayed ’till the coal train came through and stopped at the crossin’. But this weren’t the first week. Where was that ol’ hobo?

I hunted three days for Toby; no luck. Reckon that lung problem finally got ‘im. Zanzibar’s tail’s still draggin’, and he won’t let me out of ‘is sight. Reckon I got me a dog.

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New and Improved: Yeah, Right

CHEROKEE ALPHABET - WISDOM ONLYSome people don’t want to admit they’re growing older, but I don’t really mind — at least as long as I have my own teeth and a bottle of hair color. But, seriously, aging can be such an advantage in many ways, not the least of which is the wisdom gained through years of hands-on experience in so many areas of life.

One of the most golden nuggets of wisdom I’ve acquired is a principle I’ve lived by for quite a few years now. I’ve learned — the hard way at times — that everyone does not mean the same thing by the terms “new and improved.” When I think of new and improved, I think of something that still has ALL THE GREAT QUALITIES of the old and some extra added qualities to boot. So many manufacturers and advertisers seem to have a completely opposite definition from mine.

So, dear readers, here is my nugget of wisdom for you. You can choose to follow it or not, but if you choose “not,” then be aware that you do so at your own risk.

Golden Nugget # 1 from the Wisdom of Age:

Whenever an item says it is “new and improved,” stay away from it as long as you can, and do everything in your power to keep the “old” version working as long as possible.

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Writing 201:Poetry – Day 10 — ‘The Search for Love’

Ahhh, the Sonnet.  We must not leave out this unique jewel of the poetic treasury. For our final day of the course, our assignment is to write a sonnet on the subject of the future and to incorporate the technique of chiasmus (basically an inversion or reversal of words or phrases for the sake of repetition and/or emphasis.)  Okay: I have written a sonnet. I have touched on the future. And I have inserted the barest example of chiasmus in the final couplet. Yeah!

Thanks to WordPress guru Ben Hubermen for his creative assignments, his laid back discipline, and his whole-hearted encouragement. I’ve forgotten how many thousands of us participated, and we certainly gave ol’ Ben a work out riding herd on us, but Ben’s smile is still in place — at least in his gravatar picture — so that ‘s a good sign. This was much, much fun, and I hope we do it again sometime soon.

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The Search for Love

I searched for love when I was but a teen,
The titillating, quiv’ring love of youth.
I sought the shining knight from all my dreams,
Not understanding dreams are seldom truth.

In later years, the search grew more intense,
But by that time, I yearned for something more.
By adding to my passion common sense,
I sought the richer things love had in store.

Now, many years have come and gone since then,
And I’ve grown so much wiser with my age.
I’ve loved and lost and loved and lost again,
But losing love did not my search assuage.

In future, ever toward love I shall move:
To love is to live; to live well is to love.

 

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Writing 201:Poetry – Day 9 — ‘Along The River’

Our assignment today was a poem on the subject of “landscape,” using the technique of enumeratio (the enumeration of multiple elements in the same series). However, we were supposed to make this piece a “found poem,” meaning we were to search for all the words in some other works, then use those “found” words to piece together our own original work, then copy and paste our own poem into our post (somewhat similar to the way a ransom note is constructed).

Unfortunately, yesterday and today have been excruciatingly full and stressed, so I did not have any time to hunt for words in someone else’s work. It sounds like an interesting exercise. I’ve never done it before, so I plan to try it sometime in the future. In fact, I think I’ll use it with some of my own poetry students in the future. But for today, all I can offer is an alternative. Here’s a poem I wrote some time back that incorporates landscape and, in my estimation, a small amount of enumeratio as well. Hope it will pass for today’s homework.

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The sun is playing hide and seek with clouds
Along the river.
The clouds are gray, but friendly, soft, and free
Along the river.

I move unhampered by the flirting breeze
Along the river
Breathing deeply of the moistened earth
Along the river.

Quiet now invades my mind and soul
Along the river.
I’m letting go of tumbling, troubled thoughts
Along the river.

My past recedes; my future quiet rests
Along the river,
And water speaks to waters deep within
Along the river.

I sit and contemplate historic past
Along the river
The generations served by this same stream
Along the river.

And sense that I belong to something great
Along the river
A part of something bigger than myself
Along the river.

And far beyond my power to understand,
Along the river,
An elemental knowing I am known —
And I am loved —
By the Creator of the river.

 

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Tickle Me Tuesday – Week 3 — ‘The Way to a Woman’s Heart’

Okay, it’s Tuesday again, folks, and time for “Tickle Me Tuesday.” If you want to play along, just post a funny, light-hearted, or downright hilarious story, poem, picture, joke, or non-fiction piece on your own blog. Hop over here and paste the link to your own post in the “Comments” section on this post (any time this week). Then we’ll come over and enjoy yours as well. Remember my site is for general audiences, but that’s the only rule you have to follow.

Here’s my cute (I hope) little story told in a series of limericks.

THE WAY TO A WOMAN’S HEART

BAKER WITH ICINGNow, Henry the baker was shy.
But he wanted to marry Miss Fry.
So with icing he wrote
On her cake this brave note:
“If you’ll have me, then I am your guy.”

But Miss Fry was too shy to say “yes.”
So that still left poor Henry a mess.
But he baked some eclairs
To show how much he cared
And delivered them to her address.

Now this courting went on for a year.
And each day Henry thought her more dear.
Though she gained fifty pounds,
In the end she came ’round,
And their wedding day, at last, is here.
WEDDING CAKE

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Writing 201: Poetry – Day 1 – Three Water Haiku

I have met several poets in the WordPress community who are masters at haiku. Gilly Goldsworthy at Lucid Gypsy is one of those people. And Dennis Lange, The Bard on the Hill, has created his own unique version of haiku and does beautiful work with it. The form has never been one of my strong points, but I do really enjoy experimenting with it. I got lots of fun out of this assignment, partly because once I got started thinking about all the different kinds of water, I couldn’t decide which kind to write about. So I just posted three totally different takes on the subject. Hope my visitors enjoy them.

RAINDROP

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I am a raindrop.
Sea mist rising gave me birth.
Now I’m headed home.


TEMPTATION

Children Playing in Puddle(Version One)

I
‘m a mud puddle.
As magnet’s force compels iron,
So I draw children.

(Version Two)

Beck’ning mud puddle:
As magnet’s force compels iron,
So it draws children.

(I can’t decide which of the two versions I like better, so I’ll let readers decide for themselves)

SEA OF LOVE

BRENDA'S OCEAN - CROPPEDRomance of the sea:
Waves kissed by the silver moon
Caress yearning sand.

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Love In A Dead Language

Latin is often referred to as a dead language. And while it’s true that no culture actually uses Latin on a daily basis as their primary means of communication, the fact remains that so many modern languages owe their very existence to the root words derived from classical Latin. Moreover, many of the systems that are important parts of modern life in any culture — medical science and the legal systems, for example — still derive the vocabulary that makes each system unique from that primary language that has given so much to the world. I studied Latin in high school, and I learned a great deal about my own language and about the history of the world in general through that language. So, in honor of a language that I still love — and in honor of love in general — seeing as how it’s Valentine’s Day — I offer this little bit of verse in defense of Latin.

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Amo: I love.
Amas: You love.
Amat: He loves.
If Latin is a language dead, what gives?

Amamus: We love.
Amatis: You love.
Amant: They love.
With this much love, then surely Latin lives!

Friday Fictioneers – 2/13/15 — ‘Direct Hit’

Hop over to Rochelle’s place to get the details about taking part in the Friday Fictioneers challenge with your own 100-word story based on the picture below. This week’s photo is thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields as well.  My story is below photo.

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DIRECT HIT

“Your instructions were to meet me on this veranda at 5:00 sharp.”

“Sorry, the tour group just left. They’d have seen us.”

“You bring the dough?”

Nodding, handing over an envelope. “It’s way too high, but here. You’d better be as good as you say.”

Black eyes sparked fire.

“Well, I can’t take any chances. You’re sure you can shoot from here and make the kill with just one shot?”

You just be sure you raise her window and then get out of the way. Or you might get two for the price of one.”

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