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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 @ https://www.fairylandgame.com/fbfairy/fairygarden.php?id=2513832 or on our FB page @ jldodge@live.com we hope you will and come join the fun and freedom we have regained there.
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.
ENJOY
JL&B
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Today is WOW (Words Of Wednesday)
We have been trying to post here for the past week, hopefully this time it will work...
The rules are you must use 8 of the 10 words as they are given, in prose or any form of poetry....
Today's words are ...SPLIT, FORGED, TAUNTS, FARM, CLOVER, GLOSSED, WEBS, DEW, STOMPED, FORMULA
OURS IS...
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.
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.
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.
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.
When she looked back to the window, she smiled through the tears...
her name was written above his with the message 'you are not alone my love'.
She knew things were going to be fine after all.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
The rules are you must use 8 of the 10 words as they are given, in prose or any form of poetry....
Today's words are ...SPLIT, FORGED, TAUNTS, FARM, CLOVER, GLOSSED, WEBS, DEW, STOMPED, FORMULA
OURS IS...
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.
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.
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.
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.
When she looked back to the window, she smiled through the tears...
her name was written above his with the message 'you are not alone my love'.
She knew things were going to be fine after all.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Friday, September 23, 2011
Today's Prompt is Crapsey cinquains (Reverse+butterfly+mirror)
We love the Crapsey cinquains ... Today we ask that you follow along and do the reverse with a butterfly and a mirror...
Reverse is a form with one 5-line stanza in a syllabic pattern of two, eight, six, four, two. (2,8,6,4,2)
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)
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 )
So here we go... OURS IS...
Reverse is a form with one 5-line stanza in a syllabic pattern of two, eight, six, four, two. (2,8,6,4,2)
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)
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 )
So here we go... OURS IS...
Day dreams
fantastic fleeting images
freely floating on by
in breezes soft
and warm
patterns
on fluffy clouds
reminders of cut grass
fresh and moist from the last nights dew
while we
roll about like a careless child
high upon a white cloud
or a dragon
flying
laughing
wind in our hair
happiness in our eyes
love in our young and tender hearts
daydreams
fill me
reminders of our happiness
touching my heart deeply
and I turn home
to you
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
ENJOY
JL&B
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Today is WOW (Words Of Wednesday)
The rules are you must use 8 of the 10 words, as they are given, in prose or any form of poetry...
Today's words are ...
WAFT, BULK, PAWED, BULLET, SCOURGED, HIRED, WILTED, VENT, MOODY, DREAD
OURS IS...
We saw as he scourged him
he held the whip loosely in hand
as his mount pawed the ground
we could see the mount was moody
He was hired on to teach us
but to our dread, he failed,
The mounts eyes began to bulk
the hired hand's fear did waft
Like a hot bullet the mount rose
kicking and rearing to vent his fear
knocking the hired hand square in the nose
his frame wilted as he hit the ground
Our use of these words....
SCOURGED : verb: whip
BULK: verb: cause to bulge or swell outwards
LOL... just having some fun !
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Today's words are ...
WAFT, BULK, PAWED, BULLET, SCOURGED, HIRED, WILTED, VENT, MOODY, DREAD
OURS IS...
We saw as he scourged him
he held the whip loosely in hand
as his mount pawed the ground
we could see the mount was moody
He was hired on to teach us
but to our dread, he failed,
The mounts eyes began to bulk
the hired hand's fear did waft
Like a hot bullet the mount rose
kicking and rearing to vent his fear
knocking the hired hand square in the nose
his frame wilted as he hit the ground
Our use of these words....
SCOURGED : verb: whip
BULK: verb: cause to bulge or swell outwards
LOL... just having some fun !
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Today's Prompt is colors of Autumn
The rules are you must use all of the colors in the list, in prose or any form of poetry...
Today's colors are...
YELLOW, PUMPKIN, CHARTREUSE, AMBER, GOLD, GREEN, MELON, BLUSH, EMERALD, SALMON
OURS IS...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Today's colors are...
YELLOW, PUMPKIN, CHARTREUSE, AMBER, GOLD, GREEN, MELON, BLUSH, EMERALD, SALMON
OURS IS...
AUTUMN
Lady Autumn is teasing with her icy chill
the hot winds of her man Summer are fading
like the emerald charlie turning a chartreuse
The blush of the peonies turns a crispy amber ...
Gold and yellow are the dressings she wears
as she kisses the green from the landscape
dancing in the melon and pumpkin patches
Fat with the moons embrace from the salmon sky...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Today's Prompt is WRITE YOUR LYRICS
Some times I get a goofy bone going and re-write a popular song with my own lyrics, that is what we are going to do today... mind you this is a first draft, and it may not sing as great as I think it does, but the fun of it is that you already have a set meter and rhyme scheme, so writing your own words is really the easy part.
Our song choice for today is I GOT YOU BABE by Sonny and Cher, Here are the lyrics...
They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
I got flowers in the spring
I got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around
Don't let them tell your hair's too long
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
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 ...
OURS IS...
LOL... Who has you trained???
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Our song choice for today is I GOT YOU BABE by Sonny and Cher, Here are the lyrics...
They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
I got flowers in the spring
I got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around
Don't let them tell your hair's too long
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
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 ...
OURS IS...
They got you trained
If you have a cat, you know it's true
you don't own them, honey they own you...
They hiss and growl when they're under foot
but melt your heart with just a little look...
Trained, they got you trained,
they got you trained...
You scoop their poop, you pay their vet,
You feed and water, a purr is what you get...
they lay on your lap, nap and play,
if you have a cat, listen while I say...
Trained, they got you trained,
they got you trained...
I've got cat hair on my clothes
and a bad smell just hit my nose,
but there they are, so soft and sweet,
come here kitty kitty, I have a treat...
So maybe they, don't fetch your shoes,
with the softest purr, they take away your blues,
they pounce and prance, they hunt for awhile,
and when they meow, it seem just like they smile...
Trained, they got you trained,
they got you trained...
They trained you to brush their hair
They trained you with out a care,
They got you to lay upon
They got me to write this song...
They trained you to feed treats,
they trained you with purrs so sweet
They got us they wont let go
they all trained us, just so you know...
they got you trained
they got you trained
they got you trained
LOL... Who has you trained???
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
WOW (Words Of Wensday)
Today's words are brought to us by Words with Friends ( a scrabble game we play on FB) We thought it would be fun to use the words we played. The rules are ... You must use 8 of the 10 words as they are given, in prose or any form of poetry...
Our words today are... ICED, FILTHY, FLAW, ROTATED, FOIL, STRIDE, EDGE, RELATED, CLOTH, KNOT...
OURS IS...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Our words today are... ICED, FILTHY, FLAW, ROTATED, FOIL, STRIDE, EDGE, RELATED, CLOTH, KNOT...
OURS IS...
A love knot,
tied to my heart
I take it in stride,
so I don't fall apart,
I'm on the edge,
I feel the flaw,
a filthy thought,
my emotions raw,
how it all rotated
into this affair,
it's iced up my heart,
for love is not there...
my feelings of love
I thought were related
now a washed up cloth,
tattered and faded...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
No Service...
When I was younger I spent time as a waitress, cashier, hostess, bartender and sales person. In each of these jobs I learned one thing held true... service is important ! Good service to my customers meant happy customers, good tips and return business, each a very important part of my income.
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.
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.
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...
Just another flusterated rant...thanks for reading...
ENJOY
JL&B
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.
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.
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...
Just another flusterated rant...thanks for reading...
ENJOY
JL&B
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Today's Prompt is Minute Poetry
The 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.
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.
OURS IS...
YOUR TURN
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.
OURS IS...
By day I'm just your garden fair
with flowers there
critters to see
just you and me...
By night I'm in the moons embrace
a darkened place
a darkened place
with stars to guide
where critters hide
The morning song, again we meet
come take a seat
begin our day
enjoy your stay
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Friday, September 9, 2011
The wonders of a power outage...
At around 3:40 in the afternoon, as I was watching a re-run of Bones, our power went out. Living in an RV Park, it happens more often than you would think.
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.
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...
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...
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 !!
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.
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...
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!
So here is what I am thankful for...
My wonderful husband, he is on top of everything ! All I had to do was feed him...tough life I know...
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.
Candles, you just dont know how pretty they light up the yard till your electric goes out.
Batteries, for the radio, so you can learn what is goiig on, even if they are wrong.
Living as far from the city as we do... the power outage for us was like a camp night.
Great neighbors, you really dont know how thankful I am that we live around such amazing people.
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 !!
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?
ENJOY
JL&B
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.
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...
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...
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 !!
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.
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...
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!
So here is what I am thankful for...
My wonderful husband, he is on top of everything ! All I had to do was feed him...tough life I know...
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.
Candles, you just dont know how pretty they light up the yard till your electric goes out.
Batteries, for the radio, so you can learn what is goiig on, even if they are wrong.
Living as far from the city as we do... the power outage for us was like a camp night.
Great neighbors, you really dont know how thankful I am that we live around such amazing people.
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 !!
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?
ENJOY
JL&B
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Today's Prompt is English Sonnet
A 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.
OURS IS...
Yes , I know, my pentameter is non existent.... Overlook it...I did...LOL
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
OURS IS...
TEARS
Tears are needless, an emotional flaw,
I've been told this lie all through my years...
Hold them in, (those words like a buzz saw,)
swallow hard, don't show anyone your fears...
So alone in my bed, my tears I'd hide,
for the loneliness was burning so deep,
was it selfishness or my foolish pride,
every night I just cried myself to sleep...
He took all my tears of pain and sorrow
never shaming the way I was feeling,
He showed me love, a brighter tomorrow,
Now my tears I'm no longer concealing...
True love holds you, when your tears pour like rain,
stays with you, bringing happiness again.
Yes , I know, my pentameter is non existent.... Overlook it...I did...LOL
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Today's Prompt is Senryu Poetry + TWW
A Senryu is identical to the structure of a Haiku. It has three lines. The first line has 5 syllables. The second line has 7 syllables. The third line has 5 syllables again. It is primarily concerned with human nature. It is often humorous or satiric.
We are joining forces today with Three Words Wensday @ http://www.threewordwednesday.com/ (one of our favorite places to join in on the prompts, ) This weeks words are...
Erode; verb: (Of wind, water, or other natural agents) gradually wear away (soil, rock, or land); gradually destroy or be gradually destroyed.
Heart; 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.
Observe; 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).
OURS IS...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
We are joining forces today with Three Words Wensday @ http://www.threewordwednesday.com/ (one of our favorite places to join in on the prompts, ) This weeks words are...
Erode; verb: (Of wind, water, or other natural agents) gradually wear away (soil, rock, or land); gradually destroy or be gradually destroyed.
Heart; 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.
Observe; 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).
OURS IS...
my disarrayed Heart
Observe how it still beats strong
as my thoughts Erode
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Today Prompt is USE THESE WORDS
The rules are ... You must use 8 of the 10 words, without changes, in prose or any form of poetry...
Today's words are...DEEP, DOTS, MAGIC, TAPING, , TEARED, SWIM, CAVES, JOKER, PAVED, EVERLASTING....
OURS IS...
As I listened once more to the taping of my best friends last words, my eyes teared up...
She knew she was dying and wanted so much to be the joker she always was, free spirited, laughing til the very end. She reminded me of the time we ate the magic mushrooms, when we got lost in the caves and the places we loved to swim. Memories paved into my heart, like the stars, dots in the sky to most, but everlasting love to her and I.
I laughed for her, because that is what she would have wanted and then I cried for the deep 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...
Love you my friend, thank you for loving me !
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Today's words are...DEEP, DOTS, MAGIC, TAPING, , TEARED, SWIM, CAVES, JOKER, PAVED, EVERLASTING....
OURS IS...
As I listened once more to the taping of my best friends last words, my eyes teared up...
She knew she was dying and wanted so much to be the joker she always was, free spirited, laughing til the very end. She reminded me of the time we ate the magic mushrooms, when we got lost in the caves and the places we loved to swim. Memories paved into my heart, like the stars, dots in the sky to most, but everlasting love to her and I.
I laughed for her, because that is what she would have wanted and then I cried for the deep 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...
Love you my friend, thank you for loving me !
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Monday, September 5, 2011
Today's Prompt is TANKA
A tanka is another poetry type related to the haiku. The first three lines are unrhymed. They have a syllable count of five, seven, five like the haiku. But the last two lines both have seven syllables. So the syllable count is: (5, 7, 5, 7, 7)
OURS IS...
LIVING PROOF
You will make it through
these times of hurt and despair
I am living proof
give God what you cant handle
He will see you through it all
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
OURS IS...
LIVING PROOF
You will make it through
these times of hurt and despair
I am living proof
give God what you cant handle
He will see you through it all
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Today' Prompt is ACROSTIC
An amazing place for Acrostics is @ http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/
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
The rules are ...
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.
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.
OURS IS....
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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
The rules are ...
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.
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.
OURS IS....
MELANCHOLY
Memories
Engulf
Longing
Ascends
New
Changes
Hinge
Opening
Lonely
Yesterdays
ENJOY
JL&B
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Today's Prompt is USE THIS LINE
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.
Today's line is ... JUST LIKE MY MOMMA WAS... OURS IS ...
Perhaps when I was very young,
I saw her much differently, for
like any child, I wanted to be,
Just like my Momma was...
The years had passed into my teens
and her hands were weapons on me,
it took me to a lonely place, was it
just like my Momma was ?
I left that home of hurt and pain,
changing everything I could,
I vowed that I would never be,
just like my Momma was...
Then I found in life, a hurtful man,
who I thought I'd love endlessly,
but I was abused and found him to be,
just like my Momma was...
The more things change, the more they're the same
my longing for home became dire, but,
forgiveness I was holding close to my heart,
just like my Momma was...
I'm not the same person, nor is she,
a common ground gained in time,
I look in the mirror and I see, I'm
just like my Momma was...
We're cherishing time more, together now,
and I'm glad we've let the past go
I found a place where I want to be
just like my Momma was...
Hummm, This is a real rough one, in more ways than one ( tee hee hee )
The flow is off , it has no rhyme and I'm out of time... HELP !!
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Friday, September 2, 2011
In the swing of things...
Luckily I have a lot of really great friends who follow me on this blog as well as on my FB page. I have been really busy with work these past few months and have found it hard to write and still have time to do all the little life things that we all must do. Getting back into the swing of things is sometime difficult, but I'm here and I'm able to comment on all your blogs again, so that is a blessing I'm running with !
Thank you all for the love and support you give so sweetly !!
YOU ALL ROCK !!!
Today we are doing a FINISH THIS LINE prompt...
The fairies gathered with flair
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Thank you all for the love and support you give so sweetly !!
YOU ALL ROCK !!!
Today we are doing a FINISH THIS LINE prompt...
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 ...
Today's line is...THE FAIRIES GATHERED WITH FLAIR
Today's line is...THE FAIRIES GATHERED WITH FLAIR
The fairies gathered with flair
for the party in the glades
a wedding of royal proportions
new ties will soon be made
Magnolias filled the air
with their scent so sweet
and tables overflowed
with all the special treats
And when the music played
the crowd was all a hush
the groom stood tall and proud
and the bride began to blush
They tied the love that binds
and then they jumped the broom
they danced the night away
the happy bride and groom
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Thursday, September 1, 2011
September already ???
Where has the time gone?
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...
Today's prompt is USE THESE WORDS...
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
OURS IS...
My jaw tightened, truley there is no action in my minds eye that could break the hold he has on my heart.
I plea for the love he placed on a shelf and state the obvious once more...
'I love you, but overall I can no longer be what you reach for only when it suits your needs'.
Leaving, he took my heart and never looked back.
Lessons of pushing love too far....
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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...
Today's prompt is USE THESE WORDS...
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
OURS IS...
My jaw tightened, truley there is no action in my minds eye that could break the hold he has on my heart.
I plea for the love he placed on a shelf and state the obvious once more...
'I love you, but overall I can no longer be what you reach for only when it suits your needs'.
Leaving, he took my heart and never looked back.
Lessons of pushing love too far....
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Tales of Tuesday
Hey everyone !
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.
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.
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 !
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.
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.
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...
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.
TRIXIE
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.
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.
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 !
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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...
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...
TRIXIE
To learn to ride, we had a thirst
a Shetland pony, was our first
falling off was really the worst
her name was Trixie
Roan in color, white mane and tail
we rode her 'round the mountain trail
our love for her would never fail
her name was Trixie
She'd head right for the lowest limb
to get you off her back, and then,
wait 'til you got on again
her name was Trixie
Horse shows, parades, some ribbons won
the trip we took to the beach was fun,
riding our pony under the sun
her name was Trixie
Thinking of her brings back memories
some twenty-odd years in our family
she left us Chiquita, her legacy
her name was Trixie
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
ENJOY
JL&B
Monday, July 25, 2011
FINISH THIS LINE...
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 ...
OURS IS:
A SIMPLE 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
A SIMPLE WHITE PICKET FENCE
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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 ...
OURS IS:
A SIMPLE 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
A SIMPLE WHITE PICKET FENCE
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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.
Today's words are ...BELIEF, WATER, CYCLE, FREEDOM, RACE, AUTHOR, FEELINGS, BARRIER, JOY, HEART ....
OURS IS:
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
The rules for use these words are you must use all of them as they are given in prose or poetry.
Today's words are ...BELIEF, WATER, CYCLE, FREEDOM, RACE, AUTHOR, FEELINGS, BARRIER, JOY, HEART ....
OURS IS:
It is the BELIEF of this AUTHOR
that our JOY comes from the HEART,
A CYCLE of FEELINGS, with no BARRIER,
The FREEDOM to RACE headlong into
the WATER, and drink the love within.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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
OURS IS ...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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
OURS 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.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Friday, July 15, 2011
Are you up to another challenge ???
RULES....
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 !
OURS IS ...
"Well," says she, "it may just be
YOUR TURN...
HAVE FUN !!!
JL&B
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 !
OURS IS ...
A DAY WITH MY KID
"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 !
YOUR TURN...
HAVE FUN !!!
JL&B
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 !
OUR IS...
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 Thyme...is 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.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
OUR IS...
NICK O THYME
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 Thyme...is 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.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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 ...
CRUMPLED, GRAVELED, PARTICIPATE, GHETTO, COLORLESS, WINDWARD, TAPESTRY, SCRUNCH, MUTUAL, ASHES
OURS IS ...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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 ...
CRUMPLED, GRAVELED, PARTICIPATE, GHETTO, COLORLESS, WINDWARD, TAPESTRY, SCRUNCH, MUTUAL, ASHES
OURS IS ...
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.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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.
ENJOY
JL&B
PRINCESS EMBER AND THE SEED
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.
ENJOY
JL&B
Sunday smiles...
THE PASTOR'S CAT
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 !
ENJOY
JL&B
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 !
ENJOY
JL&B
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...
ANOTHER SIDE OF CREATION...
"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?"
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Today's line is CAN'T YOU SEE MY WORLD IS CRUMBLING... You may use prose or poetry... OURS IS...
ANOTHER SIDE OF CREATION...
"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?"
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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...
OURS IS...
Whew, sometimes it comes in floods I have no ability to hold...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
OURS IS...
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...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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...
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,
RAIN HERE, RAIN BABY !!
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,
five, BOOM CRACKLE RIP
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....
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
ENJOY
JL&B
Sunday, June 26, 2011
A day of rest
Hey everybody...
It has been a while again but as the song goes ' Your in my heart, Your in my soul , You'll be my friend till I grow old...'
I really miss coming here and writing with you all, but there are times when I just am way too tired to even look at the screen. I know you all understand, we all are busy in our own ways.
Today we will do a picture prompt...This is a picture from our garden... we ask that you write something about this in prose or any form of poetry....
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OURS IS...
Please link up with our Mr. Linky...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
It has been a while again but as the song goes ' Your in my heart, Your in my soul , You'll be my friend till I grow old...'
I really miss coming here and writing with you all, but there are times when I just am way too tired to even look at the screen. I know you all understand, we all are busy in our own ways.
Today we will do a picture prompt...This is a picture from our garden... we ask that you write something about this in prose or any form of poetry....
OURS IS...
Upon her steed sits the Fairy Queen
with flowing dress, she smiles with glee
her teaddy bears keep her company
beneath her beloved creeping charlie
She stays in the cool shade of green
Please link up with our Mr. Linky...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Friday Poetically with Brian Miller
Today at OSP Brian is hosting and has a wonderful artist James Rosenquist who is inspiring in many ways ! Brian challenges us to take a look at James' work and write a poem... we found this one ... We are once again trying our hand at aflash 55 and invite you to try it too...OURS IS...
Black and grey
In dreams
time's melodic strings
plucked,
eggs hold the fates
strung to the fantasies
that swirl
the realities that beckon
pushed
by the pencils that
tic toc- toc tic
blur the imagination
the unchanging face
four thirty, five forty,
just a baster for the time in dreams
where life melts away
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
ENJOY
JL&B
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday)
Today is WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday) here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into two or more poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them. As always we love for you to add your link here, but we hope you will also link up at these other sites too, trust us it is worth the time !
Today's Prompts are...
Here at Dodge Writes we are doing the Rondeau, which consists of thirteen lines of eight syllables, plus two refrains (which are half lines, each of four syllables), employing, altogether, only three rhymes. It has three stanzas and its rhyme scheme is as follows: (1) A A B B A (2) A A B with refrain: C (3) A A B B A with concluding refrain C. The refrain must be identical with the beginning of the first line.
Write a letter Wednesday @ http://write-a-letter-wednesday.blogspot.com/ This week Josie is writing her letter to a group of fellow bloggers that played an important role in her life during a difficult period. She invites us to write one too, and we will (tee hee hee)...
Carry On Tuesday # 106 http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/ Your prompt for Tuesday June14th This week, we have the title of one of Abbas most poignant songs.
Slipping through my fingers
Three word Wednesday @ http://www.threewordwednesday.com/ weeks words are...
Grip; verb: take and keep a firm hold of; grasp tightly; maintain a firm contact, especially by friction; noun: A firm hold; a tight grasp or clasp; a manner of grasping or holding something.
Prefer; verb: like (one thing or person) better than another or others; tend to choose.
Thread; noun: A long, thin strand of cotton, nylon, or other fibers used in sewing or weaving; a thing resembling a thread in length or thinness, in particular; something abstract or intangible, regarded as weak or fragile; verb: Pass (a long, thin object or piece of material) through something and into the required position for use.
One Stop Poetry @ http://onestoppoetry.com/ Post your poem, read the others and get read !!
Now you know why we call it WOW !!! LOL
And off we go, OURS ARE...
AND ...
To all the friends who blog with me,
I hope that daily you all know that I truly love and appreciate you. Since I started blogging in January of this year I have had the most wonderful time reading and writing with you. I often run out of the words to say just how much you each mean to me and how much what you write inspires, touching my heart and soul.
I prompt you because I'm selfish, I want to read you. Though these days I have less and less time to do so. I work from sunrise to sunset most days and it takes all the strenght out of me... so fear not I will read you.
I have shoddy service that, at times, goes south for no reason at all, (or if it is cloudy for a few days in a row, or when some dumb ass thinks vandalism is funny, or... well you get the picture), so you may not see me for a few days here and there. I do my best to prompt you all on a daily basis, though now I understand how hard that really is. I'm still learning, so hang on, the ride may smooth out here before you know it .
I will forever be grateful of the comments you take the time to write, even if it is just a smiley face to let me know you were here, it helps to bring me out of the slump I sometimes get into, makes me feel like doing more. And THAT means more than you could possibly know.
So here is to you, my lovely friends, thank you for making my life sweeter every day.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Today's Prompts are...
Here at Dodge Writes we are doing the Rondeau, which consists of thirteen lines of eight syllables, plus two refrains (which are half lines, each of four syllables), employing, altogether, only three rhymes. It has three stanzas and its rhyme scheme is as follows: (1) A A B B A (2) A A B with refrain: C (3) A A B B A with concluding refrain C. The refrain must be identical with the beginning of the first line.
Write a letter Wednesday @ http://write-a-letter-wednesday.blogspot.com/ This week Josie is writing her letter to a group of fellow bloggers that played an important role in her life during a difficult period. She invites us to write one too, and we will (tee hee hee)...
Carry On Tuesday # 106 http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/ Your prompt for Tuesday June14th This week, we have the title of one of Abbas most poignant songs.
Slipping through my fingers
Three word Wednesday @ http://www.threewordwednesday.com/ weeks words are...
Grip; verb: take and keep a firm hold of; grasp tightly; maintain a firm contact, especially by friction; noun: A firm hold; a tight grasp or clasp; a manner of grasping or holding something.
Prefer; verb: like (one thing or person) better than another or others; tend to choose.
Thread; noun: A long, thin strand of cotton, nylon, or other fibers used in sewing or weaving; a thing resembling a thread in length or thinness, in particular; something abstract or intangible, regarded as weak or fragile; verb: Pass (a long, thin object or piece of material) through something and into the required position for use.
One Stop Poetry @ http://onestoppoetry.com/ Post your poem, read the others and get read !!
Now you know why we call it WOW !!! LOL
And off we go, OURS ARE...
My thoughts of you, they still linger,
yet are slipping through my fingers,
That thread I grip to is fading,
For new love is now invading,
My thoughts of you.
I thought you were the perfect ringer,
the one found upon a finger,
but my new love is now shading,
but my new love is now shading,
My thoughts of you.
my love to you, you found meager,
which put me tight in the wringer,
now I'm through with all the wading,
I prefer no masquerading,
letting go of all that lingers...
My thoughts of you
To all the friends who blog with me,
I hope that daily you all know that I truly love and appreciate you. Since I started blogging in January of this year I have had the most wonderful time reading and writing with you. I often run out of the words to say just how much you each mean to me and how much what you write inspires, touching my heart and soul.
I prompt you because I'm selfish, I want to read you. Though these days I have less and less time to do so. I work from sunrise to sunset most days and it takes all the strenght out of me... so fear not I will read you.
I have shoddy service that, at times, goes south for no reason at all, (or if it is cloudy for a few days in a row, or when some dumb ass thinks vandalism is funny, or... well you get the picture), so you may not see me for a few days here and there. I do my best to prompt you all on a daily basis, though now I understand how hard that really is. I'm still learning, so hang on, the ride may smooth out here before you know it .
I will forever be grateful of the comments you take the time to write, even if it is just a smiley face to let me know you were here, it helps to bring me out of the slump I sometimes get into, makes me feel like doing more. And THAT means more than you could possibly know.
So here is to you, my lovely friends, thank you for making my life sweeter every day.
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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