‘Solitary Sentry’ – for NaPoWriMo, 2015 – Day 3

Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge: Write a Fourteener — a poem on any subject but having seven iambic feet.  Join the fun. There’s still plenty of time to get into the rhythm of writing a poem a day in honor of National Poetry Month. Click the link above to visit the main site and get the easy rules.

Since iambic heptameter lends itself particularly well to narrative poems, I thought I’d go that route.

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SOLITARY SENTRY

The giant Oak had reigned supreme o’er farmer Webster’s woods.
But there’d been talk of late that ‘neath those woods lay soil quite good.

And then one day bulldozers came and men with churning saws,
The wood did spew; trees fell – not few – into bulldozers jaws.

The giant oak shook to his roots; his life he held quite dear.
And closer as the enemy came, he trembled hard with fear.

To be cut down and sawed into – the thoughts he could not bear.
And oh the shame – to be transformed into some wimpy chair.

But when the dozer charged his way and scoured to left and right,
It passed him by and left him there, his roots still clinging tight.

Soon all around had been laid bare: a sorry sight to see,
But then one morn, before the sun, came planters bearing seed.

And week to week, with gentle rain and warmest, friendly sun,
The seeds did sprout and then did bear their harvest one by one.

Now mighty Oak stands solitary sentry o’er the field,
And, season after season, hungry folks receive its yield.

And farmer Webster often stops to rest beneath Oak’s shade,
And blesses God for giving land and food for which he’d prayed.

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‘Wise Men Still Follow’ – for NaPoWriMo, 2015 – Day 2

Day 2 of the ‘National Poetry Writing Month’ Challenge prompts us to write a poem about the stars. We can use any form and take the poem in any direction we choose. If you’d like to join in the effort to write 30 poems in 30 days (or any number of poems at all) click on the logo and learn how easy it is.

NAPOWRIMO NEGATIVE

STAR & PATH OF LIGHT
WISE MEN STILL FOLLOW

Wise astrologers did travel from the East.
“We saw His star and followed to His place of peace.
We bowed ourselves before Him there on bended knees
And offered homage to the Babe, Creation’s King.”

Throughout the heavens multitudes of brilliant stars
Have burned for centuries and led men near and far.
But only one celestial light can guide the heart,
And men who would be wise still follow Jesus’ star.

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‘My Love is Not a Knight in Shining Armor’ – For NaPoWriMo, 2015 – Day 1

Here we are again to National Poetry Month — and good ol’ NaPoWriMo.  To be honest, April just slipped up on me this time, and I’m pressing to get my poem in. I’m sure I’ll not find the time to write a new poem for all 30 days, but I’m going to go for all the days I can. If you’d like to take part, just follow the link by clicking on the graphic below and go, go, go.

NAPOWRIMO NEGATIVE

Day # 1’s prompt is to write a poem of negation — describing something in terms of what it is not — or is not like.

Exif JPEGMy Love Is Not a Knight in Shining Armor

He doesn’t ride a charger sleek and white;
He wears no armor, and he bears no sword.
He never slayed a dragon breathing fire;
Never received a gallant knights reward.

He never rescued maidens fair and sweet;
He never fought a foe with rapier blade.
No maidens swoon to look on his physique.
His hero medals tarnish, and they fade.

No, he’s no knight in shining armor, true.
But he loves me, and that’s all he needs to do.

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Tickle Me Tuesday – Week 9

CARTOON MAN LYING DOWN LAUGHING 2Today is the final “Tickle Me Tuesday” post. It’s been a lot of fun for me and, I think, for a few other folks.  If you have something you’d like to share for this week — it can be ordinarily funny, outrageously hilarious, or just downright happy — post it onto your own blog and then come over here and paste the link into the “Comments” window below. Just make sure it’s fit for general audiences, and you don’t have to worry about any other rules. Feel free to post something for this last week at any time.

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“Thawing The Ice” — My Response to ‘Anyone Got a Story’ Writing Challenge

Finally!!! I have been energized by the other authors who have been quick to respond to the writing challenge “Anyone Got a Story to Go With This Picture,” and, at last, I have had an opportunity to sit down and write mine. I offer it below. And remember, there is no time limit on taking part in this challenge, so if you’d like to participate, hop over to the link above and check out the very simple rules. I will also post the link to this story on the original challenge page.

ABSTRACT WHITE CHRISTMAS POND-B & WTHAWING THE ICE

Misty laced up her skates and glided smoothly across the ice. It had been more than a year since she’d come to her favorite pond. The trees were stark silhouettes against the deep snow, barren and seemingly useless in this white wilderness. She felt that way herself. The gray world around her matched her gray and barren heart. Words came back to her now from the whispering past.

“You can’t just give up, Misty. Marcus wouldn’t want you to quit skating. He wouldn’t want you to give up the life you’ve always loved.”

She continued to circle the pond, listening to conversations in her head – all from last year. After the accident. “I can’t skate alone. I’m no good by myself. It’s always been Marcus and me together – from the time we were seventeen.”

“But you’re so gifted, dear,” Mother had insisted. “You were skating beautifully long before you even met Marcus. Why, from the time you put on your first pair of skates – remember? – the pink pair you got for Christmas when you were six? – from that very first day, you’ve been a star in the making. All your fans want to see you back out there on the ice.”

Misty had merely hung her head and wept. She new her mother meant well, but she’d never be able to understand. And Misty was glad her mother had never known that kind of loss.

But her family didn’t understand about the fans either. Yes, her own family were her personal fans, but the fans in all the ice rinks around the world hadn’t been hers. They were fans who loved Misty and Marcus – together – “the darling duo” as they’d been dubbed in more than one news story. The fans wanted to see both of them on the ice, not just one lonely girl –  lost now in a world that had been her own kingdom little more than a year ago.

The cold wind bit at her, but she welcomed the pain. It matched the pain in her heart. And she welcomed the gray world she skated in now. It matched the world she lived the rest of her life in with Marcus dead.

So she skated – round and round the pond – one hour – then another. And with each trip around that pond of her childhood came the memories – like warm flashes of sunlight:  the first time she’d skated in her pink skates; the first day she’d invited Marcus to skate with her there; the first competition they’d entered – and won; the grueling hours of practice that both of them had loved.

Gradually, as the happy memories flooded back and thawed the ice that had held her soul in its lonely, gray world for the past year, Misty began to feel alive again. A smile spread across her face and she flung out her arms as if to embrace this precious pond with its stark trees and white emptiness. She found herself skating into routines she’d used before she and Marcus had become a team. And gradually, she found herself adding moves to those routines. They weren’t done consciously. They just flowed from her as naturally as water flows down a hill when a barrier has been removed.

Her heart began to sing. Her body followed suit. And although the pond and all it’s surroundings were still as gray and barren as they’d been when she’d arrived, Misty discovered that she was now skating in sunshine – in the warmth of her love for Marcus and in the fire of the passion she felt for skating. Perhaps her family and friends had been right after all. Perhaps she did still have a life to live and a gift to give to the world from her kingdom on the ice.

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Tickle Me Tuesday – Week 8 — ‘Me and My TV’

CARTOON MAN LYING DOWN LAUGHING 2Join the fun. Make us laugh — or chuckle — or at least snicker. Give us your idea of what turns over the ‘tickle-box.’  It can be a picture, a story, a poem, a joke, a song, anything you’re in the mood for — as long as it’s fit for general audiences.

Just post on your own site and come over here and paste the link into the “Comments” box below.

Here’s mine:BOY & TVMom says I watch too much TV.
And if I do not change,
My body will quite chubby be,
And I’ll have sluggish brains.

She tells me that I need to read,
Study science and math,
And that I need to exercise,
Run up and down the path.

I’d like to make her smile at me
To please her I don’t mind.
But day and night my programs air;
I just have no free time!

But I have promised I will do
My best – some day – she’ll see.
As soon as I have finished with
My programs on TV.

Sabbath Rest Invitational — Week 4

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Today is the next to the last posting in the “Sabbath Rest Invitational” series.  If you have a picture, quote, song, poem, or prose piece that represents “Rest” to you, please share it.  Post on your own blog and come over here and paste the link to it in the “Comments” section below.

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BOY & DOG FISHING - summer yellow

Tired little boys and puppy dogs do it so well.
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WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh

Visit WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh and take part in this week’s challenge.

I felt it was time again to let my good friend Terry Valley have a say in the weekly photo challenge. His artwork + my editing = my interpretation of the theme “Fresh.”

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Writing Challenge: Anybody Got a Story to Go With This Picture?

ABSTRACT WHITE CHRISTMAS POND-B & W

If you have a story — or poem — to go with
this picture, post it on your blog and put the
link to it into the “Comments” section below.

No word limit.  No time limit.
Let your imagination run wild.

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(Something fit for general audiences please.)

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Irish Blessing

Several years ago, a dear friend gave me a gift on St. Patrick’s Day. It was simply a slip of paper on which was printed one of the most delightful and endearing blessings I have ever received. He explained that it is one of many Irish blessings, and he wanted me to be the recipient of all that it entailed.

I believe in blessings. I believe in the power of words, and I know for certain that when we speak words of cursing or words of blessing from our hearts, those words can have a real effect on the people to whom we speak them.  So I would like to pass this blessing on to all of you, my readers, with my most earnest heartfelt wish that it come into manifestation in your lives:

IRISH CLOVER - PD PHOTO - IRISH BLESSING

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Tickle Me Tuesday – Week 7 — I just have to do a second one

CARTOON MAN LYING DOWN LAUGHING 2Can’t help it. I just have to do a second post for this week’s “Tickle Me Tuesday.” This little limerick story just came to me, and I do hate to keep it to myself. (If you want to participate in “Tickle Me Tuesday,” just follow the link for instructions.)

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WOMAN FREAKED OUT - EGGSEgg-Head

I just can’t get over her hair.
Such a fright everyone has to stare.
She discovered online
That two raw eggs and wine
Would give luster beyond all compare.

So she mixed up the potion exact,
With a pinch of vanilla extract,
Now she smells nice and sweet,
But the eggs, they got beat
When her hair dryer got in the act.

So she’s walking around everywhere
With scrambled eggs now in her hair.
A good lesson she’s learned:
That a girl could get burned.
So with online advice, just BEWARE!

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Tickle Me Tuesday – Week 7

CARTOON MAN LYING DOWN LAUGHING 2It’s “Tickle Me Tuesday” time again. I’ll be running this invitational through March, so there are only two weeks left after today. So if you have any little tidbit that causes a chuckle, a grin, or a belly laugh, you really should share it with us. Post your story, poem, song, joke, picture, or video on your own site and come over here and paste the link to your post in the “Comments” box below. Only two things you need to do: make your post something lighthearted or funny and make it safe for general audiences to enjoy. My offering is below:

ANTIQUE SIGN

A Vessel of Sterling

While browsing antique shops, I made a great find!
Unearthed a rare treasure. Never saw one in kind.

An elegant bowl, with a handle and lid;
Beneath so much tarnish, it’s true beauty hid.

Though black with the ages, I hugged it to me;
I paid the man gladly and danced home with glee.

Polished and rubbed to a radiant glow,
On party buffet my prize purchase would show.

It gleamed and it glowed, holding punch the next day,
When – horror of horrors – I heard a guest say:

“Heaven help us! Is this the best silver you’ve got?
I’ll not drink my punch from an old chamber pot!”

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Share Your World, 2015 – Week 11

Come on — hop over to Cee’s blog and find out how to join in the fun of sharing your own world. You know you want to. You’re just itching to answer the question about ketchup and mustard, aren’t you? Then go ahead!

 

CHURCH PEW - biggerQuestion # 1: List 2 things you have to be happy about.

1 — I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
2 — I get to tell other people almost every day how loving and merciful Jesus is.

 

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Question # 2: Do you prefer ketchup, or mustard, or mayonnaise?

Now, for me, this is sort of an unfair question, because I like all three. It just depends on the mood I’m in. I don’t use one or the other all the time on any particular kind of sandwich — with the exception of tuna. I do stick to mayonnaise for tuna. And I never use mayonnaise for eggs. But just about anything else — sandwiches, eggs, cheese, french fries, steak, and corn dogs — may get a healthy dose of ketchup one day and mustard the next — or often a dose of both those condiments mixed.

 

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Question # 3: If you were to paint apicture of your childhood, what colors would you use?

Blue, Yellow, Red, Green, and White

 

RAINDROPS AND A CLOUD - CLIPART- showerQuestion # 4: Do you prefer a bath or a shower?

A Shower. It’s quicker and cleaner.

 

Bonus Question: What are you thankful for from this week, and what are you looking forward to in the week ahead? 

GARDENING EQUIPMENT

I’m very, very, very thankful that my knee is showing almost total manifestation of its health again after the fall two weeks ago.

This next week, I plan to tend to a couple things in my yard. I really do not like yard work, and I will be very proud of myself when I get that done, so that will make me happy.

 

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