tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75940748701025590672024-03-05T22:40:09.086-08:00Dodge WritesJL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-48100372246285531262015-02-11T12:05:00.001-08:002015-02-11T12:05:28.993-08:00Hello everyone...<br /> I'm working on being back into our blog with new hopes of faded dreams. I know that a lot of you knew that I was unable to post anything for a bit, due to being homeless for a few months. well I'm happy to say that is no longer my haul to tow, YIPPY ! And although I have very little left of my old possessions, I am happy to report that I have come out of the tunnel , through to the light and am making teenaged steps instead of the baby steps I was a week ago.<br /><br /> I informed my FB friends family & followers that I am working on putting out my first Book of poetry, which is something I hope to have compleated and off to the printers some time in the next few months. I would love to have it all zipped up paid off before the end of April, but I dont want my expectations to be too high, so I'm settling for this year.... But I really would like the book out for my 52nd Birthday... a present to myself, because I AM worth it....LOL. <br /><br />I plan on helping out a number of my followers by offering up a sweet deal, get published in the book, the only downer to the deal is the fact that I cannot pay for permission to use your writes. I can however give you some copies of the book that your poem is in for permission to use it as an example to the prompts we have done in the past. <br /><br />I know that when the book comes out I will be as nervous as a hen, but what the heck, it might be the first in a series of hits... we sure have fun here...Right?<br /><br />So if by a small chance you are willing to see your prompt response in the book I'm putting together and you agree to give me permission to grant its use for a few copies ( I can do up to 3 for now) Please let me know ... I have lots of past prompts Im looking at to use and they all sound great to me, even the ones I did wrong ...LOL<br />
<br /><br />OK so lets Jump into the Prompt for today.....I think for our welcome back we should do the ole stand by favorite of USE THESE WORDS....<br />Todays words are PAPER, NICK, AFOOT, LAUGHTER, COINS, CAGE, CLOCK, ROCKS, BUSHES, STICKS<br />As usual the rules are you must use the words as they are given, without changes to them, in any order you like. You must use at least 8 of the 10 words. You may write yours in any form of prose or poetry, and we request that you place yours in the comments section here as well as on your own blog. <br />Most of all we hope you enjoy ....<br />OURS IS....<br /><br />
My cat Tutu is my fur kid <br /> he brings me such joy and LAUGHTER <br />He's shy a bit when on his leash,<br />under AFOOT when a toy he is after<br />We venture out into the STICKS <br />BUSHES and ROCKS are like home<br />I have a CAGE in my truck <br />so I can take him where ever I roam <br />We have no CLOCKS to tell us the time<br />No PAPER to give us bad news<br />So off we go to make memories<br />with that I will never have blues.<br /><br />ENJOY<br />JL<br />
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PS ... help us out and give a shout out that you are with me again. I really hope to see all of my friends again... Missed you all so much...JL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-3133103326362963042011-12-20T12:45:00.000-08:002011-12-20T12:45:20.229-08:00Well, it has been a while, hasn't it?Guess I feel that way because last night I stayed up til the wee hours of the night reading some of the things I wrote in the past year. <br />
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My full intent when I started this blog was to put the prompts up and have a larger place to write with people, and what an awesome group of people did I find. I have to say that all of you, yes... ALL of you reading this right now, have no idea , really, how much you have touched my life in the past year... (yea, a year all ready !) Re-reading the stuff I wrote and the responses that you all gave just blows me away.<br />
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I have to apologize for not having the patience to fight with bloggers constant errors, it made me so upset I just gave up, and for a few months, busy with real life, I didn't write much at all. Then I went back to an app I really love to play, Fairy Land...<br />
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For those of you who don't know, Fairy Land is where I began writing our daily prompt, and where I met Helena, a dear friend I found there. Out of the blue one day in January of this year, Helena asked me if I knew any thing about blogs, and so the story of Dodge Writes began.<br />
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While not really knowing what to expect in the blog world, both Helena and I jumped in with both feet and soon found many kindred spirits out here, if you see how many followers are on our blogs , you know that listing all of you would be VERY hard to do, but I want you, YES YOU, reading this to now, to know that you are very special to me, and meeting you has been a blessing beyond any I've asked for.<br />
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Now once again, I have to tell you that Bandit, my fairy muse, is whispering in my ear, waiting for me to mention her...she wants you all to know she puts the us in we....so if your thinking I'm using incorrect language when I say we or us, I just mean Bandit and I, unless of course I'm speaking of my husband or our fur kid Valentine, who each are a we and us at times.... Still following me? Okay, moving on...<br />
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There are so many people out here in cyber land, and I know, from blogs I follow, there are billions. To be honest , I overloaded on all the blogs, I want to follow all of the prompts I see, write a poem, photograph a day, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, One Stop, not to mention we were doing our own...to say it was a challenge is like saying the Grand Canyon is a creek bed. Then came the Monthly challenge, write one more poem a day... yea okay, I could probably squeeze it in.<br />
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FAIL ... LOL , as the end of the challenge came to be, so began the Internet service troubles, and posting everyday was out of the question... Catching up was even harder and I found I was pushing my self too hard. In my own eyes, a failure like this, only meant that I don't have what it takes to be a full time poet... but maybe that was a bit harsh. I know I can write a poem a day, it, for me anyway, is like talking to Bandit, Wayne, Valentine, or you for that matter... it just is. <br />
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Every day I wake to a song in my head, and that varies from all the music allowed to play in the US for the past 100 years...because if I have ever heard a song, I've kept a part of it and it plays in my dreams while I sleep or am awake , in the garden or in the house, everyday without fail. So whether I do writing well or not, it pours out of my brain all day long, so do the words I write.<br />
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Giving myself the challenge to write a prompt every day, none the less, in the beginning was purely self indulgent, an outlet to see... first if anyone actually would read what I write and secondly, if what I write had an inspirational tone enough to put a desire in others to write their point of view. I feel in that we passed with flying colors, for the response was pretty-not-bad. But in the end still too much for me to do in the months when my work is the busiest.<br />
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Getting back to Fairy Land, simplified things for me, now I can concentrate on one poem, post replies easily and be done in two hours, instead of the five to six it takes me here. So if you are still interested in joining the prompt you can find us in Fairy Land our garden is open to all... you can find us there @ <a href="https://www.fairylandgame.com/fbfairy/fairygarden.php?id=2513832">https://www.fairylandgame.com/fbfairy/fairygarden.php?id=2513832</a> or on our FB page @ jldodge@live.com we hope you will and come join the fun and freedom we have regained there.<br />
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We truly miss you all and hope that you understand, for right now, that is all we feel we can handle. Many thanks to our followers, we wouldn't have know the power of friendships like yours if we had never started this... and Helena... You will always hold a very warm place deep in my heart.<br />
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ENJOY<br />
JL&BJL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-20802499469796390962011-10-05T19:26:00.000-07:002011-10-05T19:26:36.082-07:00Today is WOW (Words Of Wednesday)We have been trying to post here for the past week, hopefully this time it will work...<br />
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The rules are you must use 8 of the 10 words as they are given, in prose or any form of poetry....<br />
Today's words are ...SPLIT, FORGED, TAUNTS, FARM, CLOVER, GLOSSED, WEBS, DEW, STOMPED, FORMULA<br />
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The dew glossed the webs on the clover field as the morning sun crept into the sky. It was a Spring day on the farm and the crow of the rooster split the silence of the new day. Alone in the house she tried once more to forget the way he stomped on her heart as he left her. She forged ahead into the kitchen, feeling like the world had spit in two, one where all her dreams came true and the one she is living.<br />
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She made her coffee and headed to the bay window to watch the sun kissed day melt the darkness she was feeling deep in her heart. It was a formula she concocted to rid herself of the tears that undoubtedly will plague her throughout the day. Today was a most difficult day for her, marking a year since her world crumbled into the dull and drab depression she felt since the news of her husbands death.<br />
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The fight they had had sent him out to have a drink or two at the local bar, where he stayed until closing. When he had the bartender call him a cab, he had no idea that he would be the victim of a drunken hit and run accident. The police came to her door at 4am and told her he had died at the scene, she fell to the floor, breathless and sobbing.<br />
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As she drank her coffee she thought of their life together there on the farm and wondered how she would manage without him. She cuddled up into the pillows, looking out to the field of clover once more and felt a warmth she had not felt in the whole past year. The windows frosted over as if someone's breath had fogged them purposely and once again she felt a warmth pass through her. She no longer tried to hold back the tears as she wrote his name on the fogged window. With each stroke the condensation dripped like the tears falling from her eyes. Below his name she wrote the words ' I'm lost without you' and she buried her head in pillow to cry.<br />
When she looked back to the window, she smiled through the tears...<br />
her name was written above his with the message 'you are not alone my love'.<br />
She knew things were going to be fine after all.<br />
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Reverse is a form with one 5-line stanza in a syllabic pattern of two, eight, six, four, two. (2,8,6,4,2)<br />
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Butterfly is a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two. (2,4,6,8,2,8,6,4,2)<br />
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Mirror is a form with two 5-line stanzas consisting of a cinquain followed by a reverse cinquain. ( 2,4,6,8,2, 2,8,6,4,2 )<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 20px;">Day dreams</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">fantastic fleeting images</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">freely floating on by</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">in breezes soft</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">and warm</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">patterns</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">on fluffy clouds</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">reminders of cut grass</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">fresh and moist from the last nights dew</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">while we</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">roll about like a careless child</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">high upon a white cloud</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">or a dragon</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">flying</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">laughing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">wind in our hair</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">happiness in our eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">love in our young and tender hearts</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">daydreams</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">fill me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">reminders of our happiness</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">touching my heart deeply</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">and I turn home</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">to you</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
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Today's words are ...<br />
WAFT, BULK, PAWED, BULLET, SCOURGED, HIRED, WILTED, VENT, MOODY, DREAD<br />
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We saw as he scourged him<br />
he held the whip loosely in hand<br />
as his mount pawed the ground<br />
we could see the mount was moody<br />
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He was hired on to teach us<br />
but to our dread, he failed,<br />
The mounts eyes began to bulk<br />
the hired hand's fear did waft<br />
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Like a hot bullet the mount rose<br />
kicking and rearing to vent his fear<br />
knocking the hired hand square in the nose<br />
his frame wilted as he hit the ground<br />
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Our use of these words....<br />
SCOURGED : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: VERDANA, HELVETICA, ARIAL;"><b><i>verb</i>: </b>whip</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: VERDANA, HELVETICA, ARIAL;">BULK: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: VERDANA, HELVETICA, ARIAL;"><b><i>verb</i>:</b> cause to bulge or swell outwards</span><br />
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Today's colors are...<br />
YELLOW, PUMPKIN, CHARTREUSE, AMBER, GOLD, GREEN, MELON, BLUSH, EMERALD, SALMON<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">AUTUMN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lady Autumn is teasing with her icy chill </div><div style="text-align: center;">the hot winds of her man Summer are fading</div><div style="text-align: center;">like the <em>emerald</em> charlie turning a <em>chartreuse</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">The<em> blush</em> of the peonies turns a crispy <em>amber ...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Gold</em> and <em>yellow</em> are the dressings she wears</div><div style="text-align: center;">as she kisses the <em>green</em> from the landscape</div><div style="text-align: center;">dancing in the <em>melon</em> and<em> pumpkin</em> patches</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fat with the moons embrace from the <em>salmon</em> sky...</div><br />
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YOUR TURN<br />
ENJOY<br />
JL&B<br />
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Our song choice for today is I GOT YOU BABE by Sonny and Cher, Here are the lyrics...<br />
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<span class="adbriteinline">They say we're young and we don't know<br />
We won't find out until we grow<br />
Well I don't know if all that's true<br />
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you<br />
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Babe, I got you babe<br />
I got you babe<br />
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They say our love won't pay the rent<br />
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent<br />
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot<br />
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got<br />
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Babe, I got you babe<br />
I got you babe<br />
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I got flowers in the spring<br />
I got you to wear my ring<br />
And when I'm sad, you're a clown<br />
And if I get scared, you're always around<br />
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Don't let them tell your hair's too long<br />
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong<br />
Then put your little hand in mine<br />
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb<br />
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Babe, I got you babe<br />
I got you babe<br />
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I got you to hold my hand<br />
I got you to understand<br />
I got you to walk with me<br />
I got you to talk with me<br />
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I got you to kiss goodnight<br />
I got you to hold me tight<br />
I got you, I won't let go<br />
I got you to love me so<br />
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I got you babe<br />
I got you babe<br />
I got you babe</span><br />
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Our title is THEY GOT YOU TRAINED...now we are doing ours on cats, but your prompt is to use the same song to what ever trained you (or someone you know).. for example kids, dogs, people, mistress'... we will leave it up to you, though we do ask you keep it as clean as possible, Tee hee hee ...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>They got you trained</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>If you have a cat, you know it's true</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>you don't own them, honey they own you...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They hiss and growl when they're under foot</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but melt your heart with just a little look...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Trained, they got you trained, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they got you trained...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>You scoop their poop, you pay their vet,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>You feed and water, a purr is what you get...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they lay on your lap, nap and play,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>if you have a cat, listen while I say...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Trained, they got you trained, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they got you trained...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've got cat hair on my clothes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and a bad smell just hit my nose,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but there they are, so soft and sweet,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>come here kitty kitty, I have a treat...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>So maybe they, don't fetch your shoes,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>with the softest purr, they take away your blues,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they pounce and prance, they hunt for awhile,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and when they meow, it seem just like they smile...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Trained, they got you trained, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they got you trained...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They trained you to brush their hair</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They trained you with out a care,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They got you to lay upon</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They got me to write this song...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They trained you to feed treats,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they trained you with purrs so sweet</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They got us they wont let go</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they all trained us, just so you know...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they got you trained</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they got you trained</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they got you trained</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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LOL... Who has you trained???<br />
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Our words today are... ICED, FILTHY, FLAW, ROTATED, FOIL, STRIDE, EDGE, RELATED, CLOTH, KNOT...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A love <em>knot,</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;">tied to my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">I take it in <em>stride, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;">so I don't fall apart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm on the <em>edge, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel the <em>flaw, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;">a <em>filthy </em>thought, </div><div style="text-align: center;">my emotions raw,</div><div style="text-align: center;">how it all <em>rotated </em></div><div style="text-align: center;">into this affair,</div><div style="text-align: center;">it's<em> iced</em> up my heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">for love is not there... </div><div style="text-align: center;">my feelings of love </div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought were <em>related</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">now a washed up <em>cloth, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;">tattered and faded...</div><br />
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These days service, it seems, is more of a luxury than common place, as it was when I was in those fields of business. It's as though it seems a hassle for (some) in the service industry to actually give good customer service. <br />
Take our Internet provide for instance, we have to have THE WORST ever ! He wont fix anything on the weekends (which is [no surprise] when it usually goes down.) If it is cloudy for a few days in a row ( winter ) our service in non existent. Yet this provider is paid each month, whether we get service or not.<br />
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Mind you, it is a perk here in the park, free wifi, but what kind of perk is it really if half of the time we get no service ? If it were up to me, I'd keep track of all the days we are without service, pro-rate it and see what they think of NO SERVICE...<br />
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Just another flusterated rant...thanks for reading...<br />
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JL&BJL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-28453332229349037362011-09-10T18:47:00.000-07:002011-09-10T18:50:07.972-07:00Today's Prompt is Minute PoetryThe Minute Poem is a poem that follows the "8,4,4,4" syllable count structure. It usually has 3 stanzas that are exactly the same. So: 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. <br />
A traditional Minute Poem has 12 lines total. It has 60 syllables. It is written in a strict iambic meter. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff. <br />
OURS IS...<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em>By day I'm just your garden fair</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>with flowers there</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>critters to see</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>just you and me...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>By night I'm in the moons embrace<br />
a darkened place</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>with stars to guide</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>where critters hide</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The morning song, again we meet</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>come take a seat</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>begin our day</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>enjoy your stay</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/easylink.php?owner=DodgeWrites&postid=11Sep2011" type="text/javascript">
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The first thing that usually happens is all the neighbors pop out of their units to see if it was just them or if everyone is affected. After that, those fortunate enough to have a generator, gas them up, so on hot days (like yesterday) they don't melt in the heat. Then they look to the news to see how long the power will be out. <br />
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We all heard that one thing no one likes to hear, it is wide spread, 1.4 million people affected, all of San Diego went dark. The rumors started flying then... The first thing on peoples minds was terrorism... WHY? Well I think it is because that is all they have been taking about for the past 10 years... My opinion, I know... but I digress...<br />
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Had to laugh at the way some people got their panties in a ruffle over the power outage... We actually heard a news person saying to be careful driving cuz its dark out side.... You think ? Guess I've lived in the mountains so long I forget the city people don't know what darkness is, what a flashlight is for or headlights... It seemed the more we heard on the radio the more we had to laugh... another news report said everyone was taking the outage really well, no one was panicking, except for one man. Poor guy HAD to get to where he was going and no one understood... yea, ok... <br />
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But the way the news reporter was going on about it was really the point I was trying to make, it was as if they wanted people to panic, shoot !!! Give me a break people !! <br />
I know it was bad for a lot of people, the hospitals were my first thought... But they have a back up plan... As I can gladly say, so do we. <br />
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Still the media seemed to be looking for the worst in people, reporters out to find what was going on with the outage gave reports that it would be a day to two days before we could expect the power to be restored, telling every one to use their emergency supplies until further notice...I thought, way to go, start a riot why dont you... but it wasn't at all like that... by 4am when I woke this morning, it was like it never happened... except for the aftermath reports... <br />
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Truly I think it was awesome how quickly it all returned back to normal. I commend all the workers who worked over night to restore the power, though this morning I felt sad for the person that is getting the blame... of course they have to blame someone, but how would you like to be that guy... 'UMMM hunny, you know the power outage that blacked out all of San Diego county ? Well we have to move...' So glad I'm not him... poor guy! <br />
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So here is what I am thankful for...<br />
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My wonderful husband, he is on top of everything ! All I had to do was feed him...tough life I know...<br />
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We live in a fully self contained fifth wheel, which means while others were melting in the heat, we still had the AC, fridge and stove very much in working order.<br />
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Candles, you just dont know how pretty they light up the yard till your electric goes out.<br />
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Batteries, for the radio, so you can learn what is goiig on, even if they are wrong.<br />
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Living as far from the city as we do... the power outage for us was like a camp night.<br />
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Great neighbors, you really dont know how thankful I am that we live around such amazing people. <br />
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And last night, after five years being married to her brother, my sister-in-law for the first time actually said she loves me... that made my night !! You rock Debbie !!<br />
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There is a whole list of other things but you get the picture... Loving life, even in the black out... Hope you made the best of it too, nest time, come on over, we'll pop some chicken on the grill and play some games. The power will eventually be restored, til then why not enjoy the quite?<br />
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JL&BJL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-14029500563888322972011-09-08T14:28:00.000-07:002011-09-08T14:28:57.173-07:00Today's Prompt is English SonnetA traditional sonnet is a poem of 14 lines. It follows a strict rhyme scheme. It is often about love. A Shakespearean, or English, sonnet consists of 14 lines, each line containing ten syllables and written in iambic pentameter, in which a pattern of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable is repeated five times. The rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; the last two lines are a rhyming couplet. <br />
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OURS IS...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><u><em><strong>TEARS</strong></em></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Tears are needless, an emotional flaw,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I've been told this lie all through my years...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Hold them in, (those words like a buzz saw,)</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>swallow hard, don't show anyone your fears...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>So alone in my bed, my tears I'd hide,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>for the loneliness was burning so deep,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>was it selfishness or my foolish pride,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>every night I just cried myself to sleep...</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>He took all my tears of pain and sorrow</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>never shaming the way I was feeling,</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>He showed me love, a brighter tomorrow,</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Now my tears I'm no longer concealing...</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>True love holds you, when your tears pour like rain,</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>stays with you, bringing happiness again.</em> </div> <br />
Yes , I know, my pentameter is non existent.... Overlook it...I did...LOL<br />
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We are joining forces today with<em><strong> Three Words Wensday @</strong></em> http://www.threewordwednesday.com/<em><strong> (</strong></em>one of our favorite places to join in on the prompts, ) This weeks words are...<br />
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<strong><em><u>Erode</u></em></strong>; verb: (Of wind, water, or other natural agents) gradually wear away (soil, rock, or land); gradually destroy or be gradually destroyed.<br />
<strong><em><u>Heart;</u></em></strong> noun: A hollow muscular organ that pumps the blood through the circulatory system by rhythmic contraction and dilation; one's mood or feeling; the central or innermost part of something; verb: Like very much, love.<br />
<strong><em><u>Observe;</u></em></strong> verb: notice or perceive (something) and register it as being significant; watch (someone or something) carefully and attentively; fulfill or comply with (a social, legal, ethical, or religious obligation).<br />
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OURS IS...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>my disarrayed <strong>Heart </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Observe </strong>how it still beats strong</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>as my thoughts <strong>Erode</strong></em></div><br />
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Today's words are...DEEP, DOTS, MAGIC, TAPING, , TEARED, SWIM, CAVES, JOKER, PAVED, EVERLASTING....<br />
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As I listened once more to the <em>taping</em> of my best friends last words, my eyes <em>teared </em>up...<br />
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She knew she was dying and wanted so much to be the <em>joker </em>she always was, free spirited, laughing til the very end. She reminded me of the time we ate the <em>magic </em>mushrooms, when we got lost in the <em>caves</em> and the places we loved to<em> swim.</em> Memories <em>paved</em> into my heart, like the stars, <em>dots</em> in the sky to most, but <em>everlasting </em>love to her and I. <br />
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I laughed for her, because that is what she would have wanted and then I cried for the <em>deep</em> loss I will feel for the rest of my life. I kissed her urn, opened the top and set her free... as her ashes flew I swear I heard her giggle... smiling I sat there until the sun was gone and the full moon rose...<br />
Love you my friend, thank you for loving me !<br />
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LIVING PROOF<br />
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You will make it through<br />
these times of hurt and despair<br />
I am living proof<br />
give God what you cant handle<br />
He will see you through it all<br />
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They invite you to try your hand at the monthly prompts, link yours up and get feedback... Today we are joining them with our try at ...MELANCHOLY<br />
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Limit 1 submission per prompt. No punctuation marks at the end of the line, in the Regular Acrostics section, please. If you are going to participate in the prompts, please put Acrostic Only link at the top or bottom of your poem.<br />
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You can choose to do 1, 2, 3, or 4 Words per line in each prompt, except for the INNOVATIVE PROMPTS. The prompt must have either 1 word each line throughout the entire poem, 2 words each line throughout the entire poem, 3 words each line throughout the entire poem, or 4 words each line throughout the entire poem. But you cannot mix it.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><u>MELANCHOLY</u></strong></em></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em>Memories</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Engulf</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Longing</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Ascends</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>New</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Changes</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Hinge</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Opening</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Lonely</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Yesterdays</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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JL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-57598335714297407362011-09-03T08:52:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:54:35.947-07:00Today's Prompt is USE THIS LINE<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">The rules are... You may use this line anywhere in your write, with out changes, as many times as you would like, in prose or any form of poetry.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today's line is ... JUST LIKE MY MOMMA WAS... OURS IS ...</div><br />
<em>Perhaps when I was very young,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I saw her much differently, for</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>like any child, I wanted to be,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Just like my Momma was...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The years had passed into my teens</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and her hands were weapons on me,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>it took me to a lonely place, was it</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>just like my Momma was ?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I left that home of hurt and pain,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>changing everything I could,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I vowed that I would never be, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>just like my Momma was...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Then I found in life, a hurtful man,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>who I thought I'd love endlessly,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>but I was abused and found him to be,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>just like my Momma was...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The more things change, the more they're the same</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>my longing for home became dire, but,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>forgiveness I was holding close to my heart,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>just like my Momma was...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm not the same person, nor is she,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>a common ground gained in time,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I look in the mirror and I see, I'm</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>just like my Momma was...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>We're cherishing time more, together now,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and I'm glad we've let the past go</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I found a place where I want to be</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>just like my Momma was...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Hummm, This is a real rough one, in more ways than one ( tee hee hee ) <br />
The flow is off , it has no rhyme and I'm out of time... HELP !! <br />
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Thank you all for the love and support you give so sweetly !!<br />
YOU ALL ROCK !!!<br />
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Today we are doing a FINISH THIS LINE prompt...<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">The rules are you must use this line as the first line in your write, you may do yours in prose or any form of poetry ...<br />
Today's line is...THE FAIRIES GATHERED WITH FLAIR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<em>The fairies gathered with flair</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>for the party in the glades</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>a wedding of royal proportions</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>new ties will soon be made</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Magnolias filled the air</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>with their scent so sweet</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and tables overflowed</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>with all the special treats</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And when the music played</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the crowd was all a hush</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the groom stood tall and proud</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and the bride began to blush</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>They tied the love that binds</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and then they jumped the broom</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>they danced the night away</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the happy bride and groom</em></div><br />
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JL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-31446321155188454782011-09-01T08:42:00.000-07:002011-09-01T08:42:36.250-07:00September already ???Where has the time gone? <br />
Well we are not so sure we can still do a daily prompt or if anybody will still care to play with us but we are going to give it a good effort... hopefully we will be able to comment on your blogs and not get booted off everytime we start to write...so here we go...<br />
Today's prompt is USE THESE WORDS...<br />
The rules are you must use at least 8 of the 10 words as they are given in any form of poetry or prose... today's words are...OVERALL, REACH, ACTION, TRULEY, STATE, JAW, MINDS, PLEA, SHELF, HOLD<br />
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My <em>jaw</em> tightened,<em> truley</em> there is no <em>action</em> in my <em>minds </em>eye that could break the<em> hold</em> he has on my heart. <br />
I <em>plea</em> for the love he placed on a <em>shelf </em>and <em>state</em> the obvious once more... <br />
'I love you, but <em>overall </em>I can no longer be what you <em>reach</em> for only when it suits your needs'. <br />
Leaving, he took my heart and never looked back. <br />
Lessons of pushing love too far....<br />
YOUR TURN<br />
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JL Dodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713220952100680871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594074870102559067.post-11193948128272133412011-08-02T15:33:00.000-07:002011-08-02T15:37:00.337-07:00Tales of TuesdayHey everyone !<br />
It seems like every time I try to get on blogger these days my service is out ! Imagine my surprise today when I actually was able to get on ! So we are going to do a Tales of Tuesday with a prompt of our beloved animals. <br />
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Recently a very dear friend of ours lost her very precious fur child, Topaz. It racked my heart to know the suffering that Helena and her husband Bob are going through with the loss of Topaz and reminded me of how special our furkids really are to each of us. <br />
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When I was growing up in my moms house we had lots of animals, from horses to cats and each of them to this day still hold a piece of our hearts. The one I remember most though is our first pony Trixie. We got her when I was six years old and we had her for twenty years ! <br />
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When she first came to us she bucked and reared instead of trotting or running and my mom (all of five foot tall) rode that pony until she no longer bucked, so we could ride her safely. We were so excited to have our first horse ! We rode her everyday, (and well into the dark) always taking the time to cool her down by walking her for a half hour afterwards.<br />
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Trixie was a great pony, though she had a few tricks up her sleeve, like running straight for the lowest limb on a tree to knock us off, then waiting right there for us to get back on. She was very well trained too and was the reason for all the trophies and ribbons won at the horse shows and parades we went to all over the county. <br />
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One of my favorite memories of my childhood is a parade in Alpine, when I was eight or so... Trixie was pulling our pony cart and I was in a cowgirl costume, mom and my sister Julie were in costume too riding lead. We were doing really great for the first part of the parade, and I guess I let the reins a bit too loose... <br />
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The crowds were getting larger in the middle of town and when they started clapping, Trixie was spooked and bolted like she was on fire ! I was so scared ! I kept trying to pull her in , but she wasn't easy for my little arms and I lost control of her. Mom and Julie caught us quick enough, and they were able to calm Trixie down enough to finish the parade, but I was one scared child ! I loved the way my mom took control of the whole situation, and she totally understood when I requested to ride the other horse and she finished the parade in the cart with Trixie. <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Trixie had two colts while she was with us, Stardust and Chiquita. we still have Chiquita and she too has given us another baby, Bomber. Three generations of love and memories all from way back in 1969 when a pony named Trixie changed all of our lives for the better. We will always be grateful for the love she gave us. <br />
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Last year I wrote a poem for my mom about Trixie, she put it in a frame with a picture of me and Trixie in a horse show winning a trophy, one of my proud moments, hope you too will enjoy the poem...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<u><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">TRIXIE</span></strong></em></u><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span> </span>To learn to ride, we had a thirst </div><div style="text-align: center;">a Shetland pony, was our first </div><div style="text-align: center;">falling off was really the worst </div><div style="text-align: center;">her name was Trixie </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Roan in color, white mane and tail </div><div style="text-align: center;">we rode her 'round the mountain trail </div><div style="text-align: center;">our love for her would never fail </div><div style="text-align: center;">her name was Trixie </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She'd head right for the lowest limb </div><div style="text-align: center;">to get you off her back, and then, </div><div style="text-align: center;">wait 'til you got on again </div><div style="text-align: center;">her name was Trixie </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Horse shows, parades, some ribbons won </div><div style="text-align: center;">the trip we took to the beach was fun, </div><div style="text-align: center;">riding our pony under the sun </div><div style="text-align: center;">her name was Trixie </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Thinking of her brings back memories </div><div style="text-align: center;">some twenty-odd years in our family </div><div style="text-align: center;">she left us Chiquita, her legacy </div><div style="text-align: center;">her name was Trixie </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">YOUR TURN<br />
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The rules are you must use the line as the first line in prose or poetry.<br />
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Today's line is ...A SIMLPE WHITE PICKET FENCE ... <br />
OURS IS: <br />
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A SIMPLE WHITE PICKET FENCE<br />
surrounded a garden so fair<br />
I walked that way every since<br />
I saw that sweet garden there<br />
Each day there was a new bloom<br />
as if they grew by the hour<br />
there wasn't very much room<br />
but there were a whole lot of flowers<br />
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I could hardly wait to find<br />
what flowers would bloom next<br />
each day blew my mind<br />
the colors so complex<br />
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Who would've thought a garden green<br />
could bring feelings so immense<br />
But thats what happened when I seen<br />
A SIMPLE WHITE PICKET FENCE<br />
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The rules for use these words are you must use all of them as they are given in prose or poetry.<br />
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Today's words are ...BELIEF, WATER, CYCLE, FREEDOM, RACE, AUTHOR, FEELINGS, BARRIER, JOY, HEART .... <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>It is the BELIEF of this AUTHOR</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>that our JOY comes from the HEART,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A CYCLE of FEELINGS, with no BARRIER,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The FREEDOM to RACE headlong into </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the WATER, and drink the love within.</em></div><br />
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The rules are you must use the line as the first line in prose or poetry.<br />
Today's line is...I FELT VERY FAR FROM HOME<br />
OURS IS ...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>I FELT VERY FAR FROM HOME</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>when I became a ward of the court,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I am still very scarred from beatings,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>some of those bruises I still support...</em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>It's not that I want to keep them,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>but they come back in different ways,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>emotional scars are truly </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the hardest to keep at bay...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I've forgiven those responsible</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and tried hard to move on,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>even went as far as returning</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to that hurtful home,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>but it all comes back to haunt me</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>in not so subtle ways,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>those scars will be with me</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>until my dieing days.</em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I really want my family</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to know I still love them,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>but the saying, for me, is too true,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I cant go home again...</em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>It's a very short distance</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to where I have stopped my roam,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>still I can not help the way</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I feel very far from home.</em></div><br />
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1) Poem must exceed one word in length, two or more is fine. <br />
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2)You can not use the word THE more than nine times. <br />
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3) You must enter the word 'coagulate' or if you prefer 'masticate', but you cant use both or neither. <br />
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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. <br />
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5) Rule 5 is the exception to rule 4. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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Good luck to any freaks willing to enter. <br />
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<em><strong>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"... </strong></em><br />
<em><strong>I couldn't find a bowl big enough so I'm Boxed in... <br />
Conforming to rule 4 I broke rule 3... </strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Made up word is REALIPHASY... </strong></em><br />
Hope you enjoy it as much as we did ! <br />
OURS IS ...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A DAY WITH MY KID</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"Is it still okay to masticate </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>as your food begins to coagulate </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>right before your very eyes ???" </em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>This from my ten year old, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>who's learning new words I'm told, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and what am I to do ... lie? </em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"No," I say, "eating curdled food </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>will put you in a sour mood. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Why on earth would you even try?" </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<em>"Well," says she, "it may just be </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I like the thought of the realiphasy." </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>She pulled that right out of the sky... </em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"Realiphasy ?!? What is that? </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Tell me where that word is at??" </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Thinking she was trying to be sly. </em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"We have to make up a word," said she, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"one no one has ever heard, Mommy, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and say it every day until July!!!" </em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"What is the meaning to this word </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>that no one else has ever heard" </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I waited patiently for her reply. </em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"It is where the world of reality </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>comes in touch with one of fantasy." </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A very good word, I really can't deny ! </em></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>NICK O THYME</em></strong></div><br />
<strong><em>If you need someone</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>with criminal experience,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>I'm your man.</em></strong><br />
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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.<br />
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<em>'What the hell just happened?'</em> 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.<br />
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Nicolas O. Thyme<br />
445 Rush Ave<br />
San Diego, Calif.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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"That does it, " she yelled, "What the hell is going on here?"<br />
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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.<br />
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"What? Who? How?" Nothing was coming out of her mouth the way it should.<br />
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"I'm Nick," he said ,"Nick Thyme; I'm here to help you."<br />
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"Help me?" Josie was confused. "The only thing I see wrong here is you."<br />
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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.<br />
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"Who are you, and what do you want with me?" She asked.<br />
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"I told you already, I'm Nick..."<br />
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"Yeah, yeah... and you're here to help me."<br />
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She interrupted him, she moved away from him as much as she could, saying,<br />
"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 Thyme...is this some kind of joke?"<br />
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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.<br />
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"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."<br />
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He moved in closer to Josie and looked deep into her eyes. She was amazed to see the concern in those green eyes.<br />
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"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."<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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YOUR TURN<br />
ENJOY<br />
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