Revisiting my “Irreverent Valentine Sentiments”

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Now, I will admit that sometimes this thing we call romantic love can get downright sloppy — right? (Refer to picture above).  But let’s face it: This old world would be a sad, empty, dark place without it. So here’s to celebrating the “Love Holiday” once more. And in honor of that celebration, I got to thinking about the “Irreverent Valentine Sentinment” posts that I did last year. I couldn’t resist hopping back in time and visiting those sentiments, and after I did, I decided to share the links. Many of you read them last year, but I have quite a few new followers this year, and far be it from me to deny them the opportunity to consider the “other side” of Valentine’s Day sentiments. So here are all 7 of them in order of their original posting. Let me know if any of them sound familiar to some sentiments you’ve had from time to time.

Irreverent Valentine Sentiments

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Tickle Me Tuesday — Brand New Weekly Challenge

CARTOON MAN LYING DOWN LAUGHING 2Yippee!  I am beginning a brand new weekly challenge today. It’s called “Tickle Me Tuesday,” and it’s dedicated to nothing but fun.  Here’s how you take part:

Every Tuesday, post a funny, light-hearted, or downright hilarious piece —- it can be a story, a poem, a song, a joke, a photo, or graphic art —– and then hop over to my post for that day and put the link to yours in the “Comment” box.  (If you miss posting yours exactly on Tuesday, any day before the next Tuesday is okay.)

I’ll try to be sure and get mine up by 10:00 the night before for the sake of my European and Middle-Eastern friends who want to participate. That’s all there is to it, except to remind everyone that my blog is for General Audiences.

Here’s my little offering for the first week:

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IT’S A WHAT???

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(Two 7-year-old boys in 3003 A.D., looking through an old family picture album.)

“Hey, what’s that thing?”

“I don’t know. What do you think it is?”

Shaking his head: “Never saw anything like it in my whole life.”

“Well, I heard my mom tellin’ somebody that my great-great-great grandpa specialized in installing these in people’s houses. She said absolutely everybody had one back in those days, and most people had at least two in their houses.”

“But what did they do with them?”

“I don’t know. Yesterday, when I came in from school, mom was going through this album with my sister and tellin’ her what things had been used for, but I was in a hurry to go upstairs and use the waste eliminator, so I didn’t stick around to hear what all she said. ‘Cause, you know, when you have to go, you have to go. But people sure did use some funny-lookin’ things back then, didn’t they?”

“Hey, I bet I know what it is! I saw a really old movie once where people were walking in a park, and there was this big concrete stand with a round bowl on top of it. There was a hole in the middle of the bowl. And see, there’s a hole in the middle of this bowl. Anyway, there was a little silver handle on the side, and when they turned that handle, it made water come bubblin’ up right out of the middle of that bowl, and the people leaned over and got a drink. My Uncle Harvey said those used to be called drinking fountains. I’ll betcha this is a drinking fountain people kept inside their house.”

“Yeah! And that little silver handle there is what they turned to get the water to bubble up so they could get a drink.”

“Must have been fun.”

“Yeah boy! I sure wish I could try it.”

 

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WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Depth — Featuring a Guest Photographer

I’ve featured some of Terry Valley’s photography on my site previously, but this week’s subject brought several of Terry’s photos to my mind anew. He is a much better photographer than I am, and I just thought this week’s challenge was a perfect place to give his work a little more attention. All of these photos do justice to the subject of “depth.”

BEE ON YELLOW ORIG - WIDENED

TERRY'S PINK LILY PADS
TERRY'S HORSE # 2 - edited
WHITE BIRCH - credits
ASTERS - with credits
LILY - credits

To participate in the photo challenge, visit “The Daily Post” challenge page.

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Writing Rule # 1: Use Your Own Voice

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Every writer, whether he’s having his say in prose or poetry, needs to follow the most important rule of successful writing: BE TRUE TO YOURSELF. If you spend your writing energy trying to be like some other author or poet – or trying to please people who do not see life the way you do – you will come to the place where your writing is drudgery, and even worse – you will be a total failure as a writer.

Now, that is not to say that you will never sell a piece of your work. In fact, you just might sell a few things to people who can’t distinguish great work from mediocre or poor work. But you will never reach those readers of the world who are waiting for another voice – a unique voice – YOUR VOICE — to speak to them in forms, words, images, and rhythms that they feel inside and can relate to at the highest level. You want to reach those people. And unless you are the REAL YOU in what you write, they will never find you.

Author Khaled Hosseini said this recently in an interview for TheAtlantic.com: “It seems miraculous, doesn’t it? That somebody can articulate something clearly and beautifully that exists inside you, something shrouded in impenetrable fog. Great art reaches through the fog, towards this secret heart—and it shows it to you, holds it before you. It’s a revelatory, incredibly moving experience when this happens. You feel understood. You feel heard. That’s why we come to art—we feel less alone. We are less alone. You see, through art, that others have felt the way you have—and you feel better.” (“How To Write: A Year In Advice From Franzen, King, Hosseini, and More,” Ed Fassler, TheAtlantic.com, December 17, 2013.)

So be true to yourself and let who you really are come through. Now, that does not mean you should never try new things. Certainly, every writer needs to give himself to some degree of experimentation. That’s how we learn what we have inside and what constitutes our strengths and weaknesses in our craft. Be brave and reach for fresh summits in your writing all your life, but always do so from the truth of your own heart.

In that light, let’s look at a few directives that fall under the heading of being true to yourself:

1. Use vocabulary that is your own and that your reader can follow without losing the real point of what he’s reading. Some writers strain for vocabulary that they believe will impress their readers by causing the author to look particularly intelligent or sophisticated. But the vast majority of the time, their readers become so frustrated with the need to stop and look up words in the dictionary in order to understand the text that they often give up. And if they push themselves to finish the book – or the poem – just because they like to finish what they start, they never pick up anything else by that same writer.

Use words that convey exactly what you mean and what you feel, but make sure the audience who reads it is going to be able to understand it without running for a dictionary. If you live your life in an academic world that communicates only through a sophisticated academic level of vocabulary, then – unless you are writing for an academic publication – you may need to re-evaluate your word choices as you write. Still be yourself, but be the self that carries on conversations with the clerks in the stores or with your kids.

2. Do not become an imitation. Most writers go through a period, early in their attempt to express themselves in their own work, where they unconsciously imitate their own favorite writers. The main cause of that problem is that they read so much by those authors, and, naturally, their thinking is influenced by them. One of the best solutions for the situation is for new writers to make an effort to read a lot – by a lot of different authors. Read within the genres you enjoy, but read outside those genres as well. Sometimes the influence of a writer in a totally different genre from you own can have just enough effect on your own writing that it makes it fresh and unique. In general, most writers come through those phases of imitation pretty quickly, and the more you expose yourself to different voices and styles, the more you will find yourself free of any one particular influence.

3. Write what you believe. Regardless of your topic, write what you believe in your own heart. It’s one thing to play “devil’s advocate” for a specific purpose, but to write from a point of view that is not your own on a regular basis is being false to yourself and to your reader. Even when you are writing on an assignment about a topic that you have no interest in and for which you feel no emotional response, if you force yourself to look in depth, you will undoubtedly find some aspect about which you can write with conviction and even emotion.

4. Be Succinct. You want to say as much as you can – as accurately and colorfully as you can – in as few words as possible. Although we cover this concern in the chapter on using language effectively, it bears repeating here. Work hard at choosing exactly the right word for the right place. Use words that are direct, colorful, active, emphatic, and fresh. When you can say what you mean with one or two words, DO NOT use four or five. Avoid passive verbs except where you want to bring special attention to the receiver of an action.

In light of this effort, you want to make it a habit to avoid adjectives and adverbs whenever possible. Make your nouns and verbs do the real work of saying what you want to say. You also want to avoid too many exclamation marks. Once in a while, they are very effective, but if you have an article, a story, or a poem full of them, the reader stops feeling their effect.

In poetry especially, emphasis can be added to words simply by where they are placed in the poem. The first and last words in a line – and the first and last lines themselves – automatically give emphasis to what’s being said. Sometimes the rhythm chosen will put added stresses on just the right words, and even using inverted sentence order can bring certain words added attention and emphasis. Once in a while repeating a word or phrase is the most powerful way to give it emphasis, but you must be sure not to overuse this tool. Don’t repeat words just because you haven’t spent time looking for a better substitute.

5. If you’re writing poetry, choose a poetic form, meter, and rhyme scheme that match your topic, your tone, and your purpose. Experiment with a number of different poetic forms, meters, and rhyme schemes so that you are comfortable with more than just one or two. That way, when you have an idea for a brand new poem, you can look through your mental file and pick and choose the tools that will make your new piece say EXACTLY what you want.

(Excerpted from Releasing the Creative Writer in You, © 2013 by Sandra Conner)

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Remembering/Mourning/Repenting/Praying We Really Do Care Enough To Prevent A Repeat

This video is part of an article by Joe Carter: “9 Things You Should Know About Auschwitz and Nazi Extermination Camps.”

A powerful and much needed article. But there’s something else we need to be reminded of. What they do not tell in this piece is that when Hitler began his take-over of the German people (In preparation for the carrying out of these horrible plans) almost every segment of society, including churches and religious leaders supported him. He convinced them — with his charismatic, persuasive verbage — that all the people would be much better off if he had more control of the government — and he gradually took over more and more of the daily life of the whole society, couching everything he did in “politically correct” language so that all the main components of society would follow and support him. When they finally woke up to what he was really doing, it was too late to stop him. Any of this sound familiar to anyone anywhere in the present-day world????

 

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Love Potion ala Cabbage

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Two old cronies sat on a bench at the edge of a small city park, their 78-year-old bones soaking up the sunshine.

“Ahhh, just smell that!” Harry said, taking in a deep breath, rapture shining from his face.

“What?” asked George.

“Love is in the air,” Harry replied, breathing deeply once more and smiling. “Mm-mm; Yes sir – love is in the air.”

“You’re daff, Harry. That’s just the cabbage cookin’ in the diner across the street. Wind’s from the south today.”

“Oh, come on, George, don’t be so mundane. Give yourself over to your senses, man.”

“Senses? Why, Harry, you ain’t got the good sense God gave a duck.”

Looking offended, “Why would you say that?”

“Well, look at you. 78 and a half, if you’re a day, and you’re sittin’ here on this comfortable bench with not a care in the world, but you’re talkin’ about love like it was somethin’ glorious and somethin’ you want.”

“Well, it is somethin’ I want.”

“No it ain’t. You done had it – four wives — and all it did was cost you lots of money – first for getting’ married, then for buyin’ houses, then for buyin’ your wives everything they wanted, then for the divorces, and now – every month – for the alimony – four alimonies.”

“But it’s Spring, Harry! Don’t that make you feel alive and ready to take a chance on love again?”

“No, it don’t! I’ve had it with love. It’s three square meals a day, a nice warm bench to rest on, and a trustworthy buddy or two that makes life worth livin’. Those things are better than what you call love any day.”

“Well, I do remember hearin’ a quote by somebody once that said havin’ all your own teeth and a good solid bank account beat marriage for makin’ a body happy.”

Nodding his head, George answered. “There you go. Now you’re talkin’ sense. And since we both have our own teeth still yet, and money in our pockets, what say we go across the street for a big helping of Archie’s corned beef and cabbage? It’s smellin’ so good right now my stomach’s growling.”

Sighing, Harry got up from the bench. “Okay, George. I guess it is time for lunch, but I can smell love in the air.”

“It’s the corned beef and cabbage, you dope. Cain’t you tell the difference?”

“George, my friend,” Harry said, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder as they jiggled their legs to work out the stiffness, “It may smell like corned beef and cabbage to you, but it’s got magic in it. In fact, I have this feelin’ that love is just around the corner for me.”

They both started across the street, but just as they reached the center of the road, a car came swerving around the corner and squealed to halt, just missing George and knocking Harry flat. A beautiful woman jumped from the car and ran to kneel down beside Harry.

“Oh, sir, are you alive? Are you alive?”

Harry opened his eyes, looked up into her delightful face with its halo of golden curls, and grinned broadly. “By golly, I told George love was just around the corner.” He got up and dusted himself off. Taking the young woman’s arm, he escorted her to the curb. “How about I buy you lunch, pretty lady,” he said, beaming at her. “Let’s step into the diner, here, and talk about our future.”

George followed them into the diner but went to sit at the lunch counter all by himself, shaking his head in frustration.

“What’ll you have,” Archie asked him.

“Confound it!  Just give me a order of that love potion you got brewin’ in there.”

“Huh?”

“You know – that derned corned beef and cabbage.”

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Photo: Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike 3.0 Licence.

The Hodge-Podge Writing Challenge

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What is a “hodge-podge”?  According to the dictionary, it is a mixture of dissimilar ingredients.  So let’s mix up some dissimilar things today and write about them. Here’s your challenge:

Choose a book — any book, as long as it has at least 100 pages. Pick up a pencil or pen. (If you’re using a pencil, use the eraser tip. If you’re using a pen, make sure the ink point is retracted.) Open the book to page 1, and, without looking over the text first, close your eyes and swirl the pencil around over the page so as to lose any sense of the placement of words you may have inadvertently read. Then drop the eraser end of the pencil down onto the page. Look at the word the pencil is touching, and write the word down.

Now, turn to page 50 of the same book and do the same thing.  Write the word down.

Finally, go to page 100 and follow the same instructions.

Once you have your three words, your challenge is to write a sentence using all three words, in any order,  in the SAME SENTENCE.

Then write an entirely different sentence also using all three of the words.

And, lastly, write a third sentence using all three words.

It’s just a little exercise in discipline and creativity that is good for the brain and for the soul. It forces us to look at words from totally different perspectives, and we’ll sometimes find they have unexpected things to say to us. Another added incentive: you just might find the seeds of your next novel in one of these sentences. It’s been known to happen.

Post your 3 sentences (with a link to this challenge) on your own site.
Then come back here, and, in the “Comments” section, tell us your three words, and paste the link to your article where you wrote your sentences.

Remember, you don’t write a separate sentence for each word. You have to use all three words in all three sentences.  Also, please remember that my blog is for general audiences.

I’ll start things off with my own three words: curls, lifted, eternity.

Sentence # 1: The breeze lifted her golden curls away from her face and neck, and he caught his breath, knowing he would remember her beauty for eternity.

Sentence # 2:  Watching the smoke being lifted by the wind as it curls toward his face,  Howard feels as though he has been waiting an eternity for help to arrive.

Sentence # 3:  She curls her fingers around his as he’s lifted into the ambulance, knowing that he is about to leave her to go into eternity.

 

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The Only Beauty

I just had to share this piece by Scott Thomas Summers. It’s one of the most beautiful poems I’ve read in years. In fact, it has inspired me to write a whole article relating to the theme. I’m working on it now, but I don’t want to say anything else about it because I don’t want to interfere with the power of the poem itself.

Share Your World, 2015 — Week # 3

SMILEY -- NO CIRCLEI missed participating in Cee’s Share Your World Challenge last week, so I’m going to get on the ball and try to post my answers on the first day this week.

Question # 1: Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

This question was a serious challenge for me — mainly because when you think about the opportunity to invite anyone in the whole world, you naturally turn your mind toward someone you’d never have the chance to invite except in this rare situation. You don’t consider the ordinary, everyday people.  Not that they are not just as important, but because you can invite them anytime — right? — so you don’t want to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity on someone you can call on the spur of the moment anyway.

Several people came to mind — people who are my favorites in their various fields of endeavors — but, alas, they all seem to be gone from the earth. My favorite authors, my favorite preachers, my favorite world leaders, my favorite musicians, my favorite artists, and my favorite teachers. They have moved on to greater rewards than having dinner with me.

But the more I thought about the question, I decided that I’d probably most enjoy having the wonderful friends I’ve made through blogging these past three years. Those people who have interacted with me online in a caring, encouraging, loving manner, and whom I have grown to genuinely care about in a very personal way. Every one of those people is bright, creative, interesting, encouraging, and stimulating to me personally — and to my own creativity. So, without further ado, I’d like to issue the invitation. Every single one of you who genuinely considers that you and I have become firm friends and family through the amazing technology made available by WordPress, would you please come to my house for dinner?

Question # 2: When did you last sing to yourself?  To someone else?

Yesterday and yesterday.

 Question # 3: If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

The ability to make decisions without looking at the situation from every possible, conceivable direction and without envisioning myriads of scenarios and asking pounds of questions concerning possible outcomes, both positive and negative. Sometimes I stop and chastise myself with words like, “For heaven’s sake, stop thinking so much and just make a decision!!! Yes/no; black/white; do/don’t: Just pick one!”

Question # 4: What, if anything is too serious to be joked about?

People losing their memory and their mental faculties is a deadly serious thing as far as I’m concerned. I cared for two different family members who lost their ability to think and reason and eventually their ability to communicate. I know other people who went through the same experiences. It was a horrifying, humiliating, debasing experience for them, and it is a far too serious and painful thing to be joked about.

I am astounded and angered at all the people in this world who seem to love to make jokes about having what they term “senior moments,” or about how elderly people say and do ridiculous things because of mental failures. I have seen scores and scores of those kinds of jokes on social media throughout the world. I delete every one of them when I see them because they don’t deserve to be left online as far as I can control it. And I’m totally fed up with people in my own personal life who find the subject an excuse for comedy. I can guarantee that if they ever truly had a memory loss or a malfunction of their minds, they would not laugh at all.

Moreover, words have power. Even medical science has proven time and time again that the words we speak affect our physical bodies. People may think they are joking, but the more they say their memory is bad — “I can’t remember things anymore,” or “I have a terrible memory now that I’m older,” or “I have senior moments all the time now.” — the more their memory will deteriorate. And the more people say “I can’t think straight anymore”  — or worse yet — “I’m going crazy” — the more their physical brain will begin to comply with their own words. And pretty soon, they won’t be laughing either.

Mental failures are absolutely nothing to joke about, and people with good minds should appreciate and be so grateful for them that they speak about being blessed with a good mind instead of saying every negative thing they can think of to try to get a laugh out of somebody.

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

I’m very grateful for having the opportunity this last week to spend a little time with some truly great friends whom I had not seen in years.

This next week, my spring term of creative writing classes begins, and I am very excited to meet my new students and help them on their way to a more disciplined and more expanded use of their gifts and talents.

 

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What? Valentine’s Day Just Around the Corner???

Oh my word!!!  Look at that calendar.  Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and here I am without a valentine to call my own.

The truth is that I’d like to fall in love again, but I’m just not sure I want to have to deal with all the responsibility that comes with it. Life is so much more complicated when you’re in love, but then it doesn’t shine quite as brightly when you’re not.  I may need to do some soul-searching during this “season of love.”

Well, in the meantime, let me be the first to wish everyone a Happy Valentine’s Day!  Here’s a little poem from my archives to get you in the mood.

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LOVE’S FREEDOM

I turned to Love and said, “I must be free.”
And Love said, “Surely. Take your liberty.”

I asked, “In truth? You set me free to roam?”
Then Love replied, “Just please remember home.”

And so I flew to north, south, east, and west.
And, finally, back to home I came to rest.

Then turned to Love and said, “You were so brave,
To let me try my wings.  So much you gave.”

Love smiled and said, “Refusal to set you free
Would mean I loved — not you — but only me.”