This is a prompting Blog

My intent here is to write a poem from the prompt I give to you , the reader, in hopes that it will inspire something and get others to write with me.

Monday, July 25, 2011


We are making a change to Multi-prompt Monday, just as we did for WOW, we will now be doing a finish this line on Monday umtil further notice, we know you all will understand and thank you for your support !

The rules are you must use the line as the first line in prose or poetry.

Today's line is ...A SIMLPE WHITE PICKET FENCE ...

surrounded a garden so fair
I walked that way every since
I saw that sweet garden there
Each day there was a new bloom
as if they grew by the hour
there wasn't very much room
but there were a whole lot of flowers

I could hardly wait to find
what flowers would bloom next
each day blew my mind
the colors so complex

Who would've thought a garden green
could bring feelings so immense
But thats what happened when I seen


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday)

We are doing a bit of a change up for WOW... since we are so busy with all the gardens, we are finding it a bit hard to do all the prompts that WOW usually has. So we are, for the mean time, going to do our USE THESE WORDS Prompt for Wednesday, until further notice. We hope you will understand and have fun joining in !

The rules for use these words are you must use all of them as they are given in prose or poetry.


It is the BELIEF of this AUTHOR
that our JOY comes from the HEART,
The FREEDOM to RACE headlong into
the WATER, and drink the love within.


Monday, July 18, 2011

Multi-Prompt Monday has changed...

We are making a change to Multi-prompt Monday, just as we did for WOW, we will now be doing a finish this line on Monday umtil further notice, we know you all will understand and thank you for your support !
The rules are you must use the line as the first line in prose or poetry.
Today's line is...I FELT VERY FAR FROM HOME

when I became a ward of the court,
I am still very scarred from beatings,
some of those bruises I still support...

It's not that I want to keep them,
but they come back in different ways,
emotional scars are truly
the hardest to keep at bay...

I've forgiven those responsible
and tried hard to move on,
even went as far as returning
to that hurtful home,
but it all comes back to haunt me
in not so subtle ways,
those scars will be with me
until my dieing days.

I really want my family
to know I still love them,
but the saying, for me, is too true,
I cant go home again...

It's a very short distance
to where I have stopped my roam,
still I can not help the way
I feel very far from home.


Friday, July 15, 2011

Are you up to another challenge ???


1) Poem must exceed one word in length, two or more is fine.

2)You can not use the word THE more than nine times.

3) You must enter the word 'coagulate' or if you prefer 'masticate', but you cant use both or neither.

4) You must break at least one of these rules, but must not break more than one rule, and this rule can over ride any other rule with no exceptions.

5) Rule 5 is the exception to rule 4.

6) You must write this to have fun, and at some point in the poem insert a word that you have made up yourself and as an addendum must specify it in you author's notes.

Last rule Rule 7, You must put your feet in a bowl, a sack or a box of some sort as you write the poem, honor system, or your poem is subject to excommunication, regardless of how wonderful it may be.

Good luck to any freaks willing to enter.

Please note !!! This is a prompt from another site that I entered in 2010, LOL I must be a freak, coz as soon as I saw this Prompt I thought "Yep this is for me"...
I couldn't find a bowl big enough so I'm Boxed in...
Conforming to rule 4 I broke rule 3...

Made up word is REALIPHASY...
Hope you enjoy it as much as we did !


"Is it still okay to masticate
as your food begins to coagulate
right before your very eyes ???"

This from my ten year old,
who's learning new words I'm told,
and what am I to do ... lie?

"No," I say, "eating curdled food
will put you in a sour mood.
Why on earth would you even try?"

"Well," says she, "it may just be
I like the thought of the realiphasy."
She pulled that right out of the sky...

"Realiphasy ?!? What is that?
Tell me where that word is at??"
Thinking she was trying to be sly.

"We have to make up a word," said she,
"one no one has ever heard, Mommy,
and say it every day until July!!!"

"What is the meaning to this word
that no one else has ever heard"
I waited patiently for her reply.

"It is where the world of reality
comes in touch with one of fantasy."
A very good word, I really can't deny !


Thursday, July 14, 2011

Today's Prompt is CREATIVE WRITING

Today we want you to share a story,  one you wrote a while ago, or one you just started... leave us wanting more !

If you need someone

with criminal experience,
I'm your man.

Josie looked at the business card that the stranger handed her, read the words, was just about to say something to the man, but when she looked back up, he was gone. She looked all around, trying to see which direction he had left in, but it was if he just disappeared. Josie felt a chill roll up the back of her spine, the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck lifted.

'What the hell just happened?' Josie thought as she examined the business card a little closer. Flipping the card over, she saw a name and an address-no telephone number.

Nicolas O. Thyme
445 Rush Ave
San Diego, Calif.

Josie laughed when she saw this and felt it must have been some silly joke. Nick O Thyme, indeed, like anybody would actually name a kid that. Ridiculous. She crumpled up the card and discarded it in the trashcan as she walked by. She started down the street headed in the direction of the office building she worked in.

Josie was a secretary in a construction firm in the downtown area. She liked the office she worked in mostly for the gorgeous view of Shelter Island. Watching the cars crossing the Coronado Bridge, and the ships coming and going from the harbor. She always wanted to be on one of them, destination ...anywhere away from here.

Josie stepped off the elevator on the 15th story, and into the lobby of D&D construction. A very quiet place compared to the other floors in the building. She accidentally stepped off on the 12th floor one day and was amazed at all the people scurrying around, it made where she worked look like a ghost town.

Josie knew she would be the first one in the office; she liked it that way, opening the blinds, turning on the coffee maker, her morning's always started this way. She went over to the computer and started to turn on all the components. As she pulled on the drawer that held the keyboard, she felt that tingle crawl up her spine again. On the keyboard was the business card she had just thrown away. She didn't have to read it all, she already knew what it said.

She looked around the office, weary of what she might find. She opened every door in the office, but there was no one there. She decided her work mates might be playing around with her again; they loved to pull hoaxes on one another. She went back to her desk and sat down in front of her computer. As the Internet service came up, her usual screen saver was replaced with a message. An address and a name... sending her straight up out of her chair.

"That does it, " she yelled, "What the hell is going on here?"

As if on cue, the stranger walked out of the elevator doors. He was a very rough looking man, in a great package. He was bronzed, with brown wavy hair, six-foot-one and muscles from head to toe. He had the most beautiful green eyes Josie had ever seen. If it wasn't for the fact she was so creeped out over the whole thing, she may have even liked meeting this man.

"What? Who? How?" Nothing was coming out of her mouth the way it should.

"I'm Nick," he said ,"Nick Thyme; I'm here to help you."

"Help me?" Josie was confused. "The only thing I see wrong here is you."

None of this was making any sense and for some reason her mouth quit working the moment Nick walked into the room. She started to pick up the phone to dial security, but he took the phone from her so quick, she stumbled and fell back into her chair. She let out a little yelp as she plopped down. Nick was there in a flash making sure the chair didn't fall all the way back. He held it strong, but the quickness he showed made her even more scared of him and she jumped right back up again.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?" She asked.

"I told you already, I'm Nick..."

"Yeah, yeah... and you're here to help me."

She interrupted him, she moved away from him as much as she could, saying,
"Why should I believe you? First you come out of nowhere, hand me a card that, at the very best, is creepy. Then you disappear without a trace, only to show up here at my work and scare the living crap out of me. What kind of person does that any way? And what kind of name is Nick this some kind of joke?"

She knew she was rambling, her mind was whirling. She wanted to run, but Nick kept her cornered. She thought about the survival training class she took and the ways she was taught to get out of situations like this. None of it was coming back to her.

"You should have tried growing up with that name," He said sarcastically, snapping Josie back into the room. "I guess my parents thought long and hard on that one."

He moved in closer to Josie and looked deep into her eyes. She was amazed to see the concern in those green eyes.

"As I have been trying to tell you, I'm here to help you." He grabbed her by the shoulders to get her full attention. "There are things going on that you are not aware of, things that, if you aren't careful, could go very wrong, very quick."

She was just about to protest when the doors to the elevator opened again. Nick let go of his grip on Josie, and turned to see who was in the elevator. It was Frank Desmond, the top boss of D&D construction. He walked in with two men Josie had never seen before.

Nick looked long and hard at them all and turned to Josie once more, and said, "I am telling you this is a bad situation. Here is my number, use it." He forced another card in Josie's hand and turned to leave, keeping his eyes on the men as he passed them in the lobby.


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday)

We are doing a bit of a change up for WOW... since we are so busy with all the gardens, we are finding it a bit hard to do all the propmts that WOW usually has. So we are, for the mean time, going to do our USE THESE WORDS Prompt for Wednesday, until futher notice. We hope you will undrstand and have fun joining in !

The rules for use these words are you must use 8 of the 10 words as they are given in prose or poetry.

Today's words are ...


A GRAVELED road winds
softly towards the horizon,
COLORLESS to most who have taken it,
it calls to me.
I walk it alone,
willing to PARTICIPATE in its beauty.

This is a TAPESTRY
that I paint in my CRUMPLED mind,
As I leave the GHETTO of the past,
I spread the ASHES of my fallen dreams,
allowing a new dawn to come
WINDWARD into my wanting soul.

We have a MUTUAL belonging,
this road and I.
I am whole again.
As the past lies in waste,
I feel it SCRUNCH beneath my feet.


Sunday, July 10, 2011

No Prompt today...

Instead it's story time...


Ember was a little rushed, it was nearing the time Mother had requested her presence at the clearing, and she did not want to be late. After all its not often a child is called by Mother to the clearing, and Ember was very excited indeed.

All Mother had told Ember was that she had something very special happening today and she wanted her to see it. Mother smiled as she saw the child coming into the clearing, out of breath, face a little flushed. It was quite exciting to be here with Mother, an extra special treat, and Ember was full of curiosity.

"Did I make it on time?" Ember asked.

"Yes child, you are right on time." Seeing the wonder in the child's eyes, her little flushed face, Mother again had to smile.

"Now I must remind you child, not all life are allowed to witness this," She took the little princess by the hand and started walking to find a comfortable spot, "so I must insist that you stay quietly hidden here until I come for you, this is very important " she said.

"Ok Mother, I will." Mother made sure the child was well hidden, yet had full view of what was about to take place, for she wanted Ember to enjoy this gift.

" It's time Ember, stay here and watch, I will return for you in a moment." Then Mother returned to the clearing.

"Ok" Ember whispered, trying hard to do what Mother asked of her.

Then it happened. The moment was brief, and, for a second Ember thought she had missed it, but deep inside she knew, this would be a moment she would never forget. It was a very touching scene, Father came to Mother, touching her with His light, holding her for a moment that was brighter than the sun, and then He was gone.

Ember noticed that Mother was almost glowing. She was smiling and speaking now with what Father had given her. Ember wondered what it was, such a small thing, yet so important.

And then she understood, it was life its self...

...And Father gave Mother a seed.

As she lovingly cupped it in her hand, the seed looked at Mother and asked, "Is He my Father?"

"Yes, little one, he is," Mother said as she walked away from Father.

Trying to see Father one more time, the tiny seed said, "Can't I stay with him?"

"No little one, it's time for you to be with me now."

"Will I be like Him?"

"That, little one, is up to you."

"I do want to, he's so big and strong."

"You can be too," she said. "In fact, you can be anything you want to be."

"Do you know what I'll be?" Asked the seed shyly.

"No little one, we'll just have to see how you grow."

"Well, will I be pretty?"

"You will always be beautiful to me."

The tiny seed asked question after question, trying hard to get an idea of its future, but Mother was very vague, not really answering with any information at all.

"Ok then, can you tell me what color I'll be?"

Mother thought that was a very clever question, but still her answer was not what the little one expected. "Well, you'll be green, of course."

Excitedly the seed said, "I know...I know what I'm going to be!!!!"

"And what is that, little one?"

"A tree, I'm going to be a tree...right?"

"If that's what you strive to be, then that's what you'll be," Mother said, gathering some water, looking for a warm place and then preparing the bed.

"When I wake up, will you be here?"

"I will never leave you, little one."

"Will I be asleep for long?"

"You will wake up with the sun." Mother said, adding, "I'm your Mother, dear little one, and the Earth is my womb. I'm placing you here so you'll be warm and I'm giving you lots of room. I do not know, as you grow, if you'll be flower or weed - all the growing is up to you. I'm just planting the seed." and placed the little seed in the bed she had made for it.

Mother walked over to the spot where Ember was. So touched by all she saw, the child let her emotions flow freely. Mother allowed the little princess to see the most wondrous of all the things...the birth of life, and Ember knew she had the best gift of all...she was touched by Mother Nature.


Sunday smiles...


This particular story just made me laugh. Every time I think about it, the vision of that poor cat just amuses me to no end. Whoever said our Creator doesn't have a sense of humor?

Dwight Nelson recently told a true story about the pastor of his church. He had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc.

The kitty would not come down. The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and pulled it until the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten.

That's what he did, all the while checking his progress in the car. He then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten. But as he moved the car a little further forward, the rope broke.

The tree went 'boing!' and the kitten instantly sailed through the air - out of sight.
The pastor felt terrible. He walked all over the neighborhood asking people if they'd seen a little kitten. No, nobody had seen a stray kitten. So he prayed, 'Lord, I just commit this kitten to your keeping,' and went on about his business.

A few days later he was at the grocery store, and met one of his church members. He happened to look into her shopping cart and was amazed to see cat food. This woman was a cat hater and everyone knew it, so he asked her, 'Why are you buying cat food when you hate cats so much?'

She replied, 'You won't believe this,' and then told him how her little girl had been begging her for a cat, but she kept refusing… Then a few days before, the child had begged again, so the Mom finally told her little girl, 'Well, if God gives you a cat, I'll let you keep it.' She told the pastor, 'I watched my child go out in the yard, get on her knees, and ask God for a cat. And really, Pastor, you won't believe this, but I saw it with my own eyes. A kitten suddenly came flying out of the blue sky, with its paws outspread, and landed right in front of her.'

Never underestimate the Power of God and His unique sense of humour.

This came to us in an e-mail this morning, had to share it !

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Todays Prompt is FIRST AND LAST

The rules are you must use this line as the first AND last line in your write...
Today's line is CAN'T YOU SEE MY WORLD IS CRUMBLING... You may use prose or poetry... OURS IS...


"Can't you see my world is crumbling?" she asked, looking a little dismayed.
Tossing him that HELP ME look she added, "It's bad enough that my Moon isn't rotating like it should, but now the Earth is falling apart too."
"Oh, come on, it's not all that bad", he said, picking up the crumbling shape and looking it over. "It just needs a little more water over here and it will be just fine."
"WATER!?! It's already half covered with water, any more and there won't be any land left. Water indeed!!" Pouting as she often did when she knew he was right. She didn't like to admit that he was better than her at this, but there really was no denying it.

He took the Earth into his hands and inspected it more closely. It wasn't as bad off as she seemed to think it might be. Adding more water to it, he could hear her take in a breath, as she started to voice a complaint, but he held up his hand and she paused, knowing that if the little sphere could be fixed, he would be the one to do it.

He tinkered with it a little more, while she went to refresh their drinks. When she returned, she could see that he was pleased with what he had done. She looked at the Earth and saw that it was no longer the crumbling mass she had handed him just moments ago. 'He really does work wonders', she thought, as she stepped up beside him.
"There, see... it's just fine," he said, giving the Earth back to her, "I fixed it for you."
She inspected it very carefully, wanting it to be perfect. After all it is one of the most important pieces to this universe they were making. Flicking off a loose piece of the land mass and lightly blowing the dust off, she gave him an approving look.
"Well I guess that will do," she said as she looked the little blue globe over. "At least it looks pretty."

Looking over at him, she sighed deeply and he could see a tear forming in her eye. He smiled an ever knowing smile as he walked closer to her.
"It will be fine, I promise you. Perfect in fact... Trust me."
She smiled up at him as she wiped the tear away. She knew he was right of course, and when they put the Earth in the universe, even the Moon started to rotate properly, and it was good. Perfect in fact, just as he promised.
Out of all of the universes that they had made together, they both agreed this one was the best.
Loving it so, she asked if she could take care of it. Knowing how much it meant to her, he did not deny that request.

As he looks upon us now, every once in a while you can hear his giggle. It is in the breeze, and she knows. The Heavenly Father is smiling, remembering the day when Mother Nature looked at him and said, "Can't you see my world is crumbling?"


Friday, July 8, 2011

Todays Prompt is USE THESE WORDS

The rules are you must use 8 of the 10 words as they are given, in prose or poetry... Today's words are ... FILM, HYPE, PROTECTION, LEFTOVER, FUNDAMENTAL, COMMERCIAL, DECLARE, ACCLAMATION, FESTIVITY, HUNTRESS...OURS IS...

I may never be in a film
I'm not the commercial type
a day of mountain festivity
is my ever happy hype

Here I need no acclamation
for I'm a huntress in this land
our living is fundamental
I get protection from my man


Thursday, July 7, 2011

Todays Prompt is USE THIS LINE...

The rules are you must use this line as it is given, in prose or poetry, anywhere in your write... Today's line is ... HOME IS WHERE THEY LOVE YOU...

A child grows to know love
from the love they are shown
and in an ideal life of love
it starts within their home

I am one of the few though
that lived in a home of fear
love longed for in our home
at times was not so clear

Then came a time of hurt
the strikes that went too far
and being taken to a place
where broken children are

I thought the end had come
for I was placed in lock-down
and the terror I got away from
was replaced by a new one found

Questions went unanswered
and trials were a daily task
how could my family hate me so...
what did I do, I'd often ask...

It was twenty-odd years later
when I went back home again
looking for some answers
that went unanswered then

'Home is where they love you'
I shouted to their face
'We loved you the best we could,
you're the one who left this place'

That's true in every since of the words
for that is how they were raised
love to them was fists and belts
they would go to jail these days

I knew that it was wrong
even at those tender years
home is where they love you
not a place of daily fears

So the best we could do is relearn
how to love through the hurt caused
for home is where you love them too
though that love at times was paused

Although the hurt comes back in ways
that leave me wondering what to do
this child still has the heart to believe
that home is where they love you.

Whew, sometimes it comes in floods I have no ability to hold...

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday)

I know it is WOW today, but I'm having a troublesome time just posting, so today is a test to see if we can get back into the groove...
Here is Southern California we had a wonderful summer thunderstorm yesterday so today's prompt is to write a poem or story of how a thunderstorm makes you feel... OURS IS...

The July heat is strong
sinking deep in my bones
the sweat trickles down
like the wetness from a rain...

Oh how I long for a rain
the sweetness of a summer storm
the gathering clouds, melting the heat
building up the humidity, then pouring down...

Far in the distance I can see rain
over the mountains far away...
Just doesn't seem fair,
rain over here !! PLEASE !!!

Then a memory of a child
looking to the sky for rain...
a chant "rain baby, rain baby, rain here"
said again and again, as the rain came closer...

So I beg the sky once again,
chanting like I did as a child...
rain baby, rain baby, rain harder...

Don't tell me it doesn't work,
for the sky darkened,
the lightening struck
the thunder roared...

and the sky listened to my pleas...
large drops fell onto my tongue,
and the sky let loose...
rain baby, rain baby, rain harder....

Dancing and yelling WOOHOO
like it was my first ever storm
laughing and puddle stomping
like I am 8 not 48 ...

standing with arms wide open
enjoying every drop
soaking me to the skin
listening to the booming thunder...

counting the seconds between strikes,
getting a chill from the hot wet breeze
and the sweet rain on my skin...

As it passes I look to the horizon
watching the strikes in the distance
counting, eighteen, RIP BOOM CRACKLE
longing to be there in the rain

Looking once more to the sky
chanting like a child, wet, smiling,
don't tell me it doesn't work...
Rain, baby, rain baby, rain here....