Day 30 – NaPoWriMo – Flip a Poem –  ” Funny Strange Place”


Actual Poem: 

It’s a funny and strange pace

To live the lives we’ve made.
One minute we are content and the next minute yearning for nonsense.
We think it’s all a big giant horse race.
To experience everything without that piper getting paid
And I urge you to think wisely, to consider the charms of the world, hence;
You will not understand my point of view
When life unleashes it’s screws into you
It’s hard to stay innocent and difficult to stay pure.
Perhaps, you think that by now I should have brains in lue
That I should know better and have thought this through.
But there are many ideas and things in this world that present too big a lure
I have made my decisions and buried my sensitivities
When you set out to learn by doing, you better choose carefully. 
Turned Upside Down: 
When you set out to learn by doing, you better choose carefully. 
I have mad my decisions and buried my sensitivities 
But there are many ideas and things in this world that present to big a lure
That I should know better and have thought this through
Perhaps, you think that by now I should have brains in lue
It’s hard to stay innocent and difficult to stay pure
When life unleashes it’s screws into you
You will not understand my point of view
And I urge you to think wisely, to consider the charms of the world, hence:
To experience everything without that piper getting paid
We think it’s all a big giant horse race
one minute we are content and the next minute yearning for nonsense
To live the lives we’ve made
It’s a funny and strange pace
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Day 29 – NaPoWriMo – Review – ” Review of Airplane Ride”


Today I’m reviewing the last trip I took on an Airplane. To start off, the line to check in was extremely slow and I didn’t understand why WestJet didn’t have more staff on because then we had to wait in line at customs forever. 

Custom’s did not have a great many staff on either so there were three huge line ups of people all trying to get into the U.S. and only one person each to see the people in each line. Custom’s asked many questions which were quite annoying, I mean why do you think we’re going to Phoenix really? Could golfing have anything to do with it, maybe some outdoor touriste activities? We’re only gone 10 days and have you really ever seen blond haired blue eyed terrorists? I can’t say any of this aloud, God forbid, but finally we make it to Gate 39 and find out the plane is delayed an hour. 

By this point, I don’t care but am aghast when Starbucks isn’t even open, it’s 10:00 am what could be the issue? We all grumble about the lack of coffee but the plane does manage to arrive in forty five not sixty minutes. Eventually we board the flight and I am the odd person out sitting alone instead of with my buddies, and sitting down beside me is the largest man I have seen in sometime. I’m glad I at least have the aisle seat. But I really don’t get much seat and I hate having my thigh being rubbed against by the large man. 

He is a typically big guy too lots of snacking on bad food, having to go to the washroom every ten minutes because his soda is giant, and lots of sweat dripping on me. That perfume I put on was unnecessary because I now smell like armpit. 

The flight attendants quickly do their thing, no one is paying attention and that doesn’t bode well. The Captain is friendly enough and the flight attendants helpful as I have trouble storing my belongings away. But they can’t seem to find me another seat as I explain my issues with my seat mate. They kind of shrug and move on. 

Atleast the flight is short and I’m up front and off the plane quickly. The pilot didn’t crash the plane that’s fifty points for him for that and getting to my hotel resort is quick and painless. 

I soak in the shower along time trying to get the stench of man sweat out of my hair. The people I’m with go on a horse ride, it’s about 1:30 pm I head to the spa to get a massage as the seats on the plan were far from comfortable because of my seat mate. 

Although, I was looking forward to Phoenix that has got to be about the most awful check in and airplane ride I have ever experienced. I will make sure I’m not the odd woman out and fly with a buddy and arrive extra early to check in next time. I give the entire experience one out of five stars.

A Connection to Fictional Characters – Derek Shepherd 


Have you ever cried when something horrible happened to a character in a book or maybe a TV show? I don’t know exactly how to describe it just there is something so relateable, nice, compassionate, and something called gumption having to do with this character that you can’t help feeling as if they are in a sense real and part of your life, that you morn when they are hurt badly, especially when they die.

At the end of Allegiant the final book in the Veronica Roth series that begins with Divergent, I bawled when Triss died at the end learning the true meaning of sacrifice. I also cried a lot when Patrick Dempsey’s character Dr. Derek Sheperd died this past Thursday on Grey’s Anatomy. Literally, for two days I felt sniffly and I still think about his death in shock.

Here’s why: Derek is Meredith’s person. She keeps losing everyone in her life her mother, dad, sister Lexi, and now she loses Derek. Derek survived a plane crash where Lexi died and later his best friend. He was shot at a hospital shooting, pulled Meredith out of the water when she tried to just let go and drown, and he has survived so much more. Not to mention Shonda Rhimes has spent the ten years he was on the show developing this heart wrenching relationship between him and Meredith from day 1 of the show. So, why kill him? No one I’ve talked to is impressed. Rhimes promised to have Mer and Der end up together now Derek is dead from a car accident a year before his contract as an actor on Grey’s expires? Not cool. 

So, why does this bug people so much that less then a week later 70 000 people have signed a petition to get him back on the show? Because in reality situations in life are really bad sometimes and things such as books and TV shows bring us through the bad times. It can get exciting on a show and more minor characters can die but not the male lead, the handsomest guy on the show, and the protagonist, Meredith’s husband and father of two children they had together. People want hope and people want that happy ending. 

So, I don’t personally think this petition will go anywhere unless it picks up speed but because I want to see Derek finish the show out and I want Shonda Rhimes to regret writing the episode where Derek dies, I want her to fix it — I want this petition to epically do fantastic. I want Shonda to fix the happily ever after she promised Derek and Meredith when she first introduced us to them in 2005 in episode 1. I want her to bring back our favorite character who keeps Meredith together, Derek. 

Day 28 – NaPoWriMo- Bridge – ” Crossing”


I stand at one end of a bridge formed from majestic oak. 

You stand at the other, staring me down with the clearest aqua eyes. 

If I could get to you — Boy, there would trouble;

I reach tentivly across to you and you hold on to the bridge and try to grasp my hand.

But there’s no way your getting to me –I’ll burn this bridge if I have to!

I sit at one end as moonlight lights the dusk.

You sit at the other as the sky turns black and the nighttime noises of the forest creep in;

Time passes slowly now, you’re out of ideas of how to get to me, past this wall we’ve created.

Then picking up speed you leap across the planks and bowl into me like I am your hope in life. 

A dog walks slowly, followed by a cat.

If cats and dogs can cross this bridge together, perhaps, it’s okay you lept and now keep me. 

I am shackled by your hand as we go on our way —  we crossed a real bridge. 

What’s more we crossed the bridges of our hearts. 

We crossed the bridge that forms through petty thought. 

And now I’m bridged to you, I quite like it that way. 

Say you’ll never unattach, say you’ll hold the waters back;

With my hand in yours, we cross to greater shores;

To a wild and green and lovely place where we are bridged forevermore. 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s – The Place


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There is this place where I go where the clouds are like puffs of cotton disappearing into an orange meringue and radiant yellow sunset. The trees stand tall and dark against the horizon and a meandering path leads to tall lethargic green grass and a shimmering lake reflecting all the colors of the sky.

This is my quiet place, my place of peace when he turns my face purple and black. Then like purple and black my bruises go the color of the sunset and the sky. Being here, and thinking about those colors are the only thing that gets me through the day.

I turn my face blank to get through my job, the job that’s never as good as his. I take my son to soccer practice and cheer him on but I’m never as good as my husband’s Mom was to him. I take care of myself. I wear makeup and fashionable clothes that hide the bruises. But nothing is good enough for my husband.

But tonight I’m queen of my lake kingdom. And I toss the still loaded pistol into the lake and find that finally I can relax.

Word Count: 192 

Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting! Want to participate? Go to:

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Day 27 – NaPoWriMo – haynaku – “The Model”


Not sure if this sent properly the first time so here it is again:

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She

Sits upon

the dressing-table chair

With

a tube

of NARS lipstick

She

takes

a lip-liner and

She

traces her

lips and then

She

puts on

the NARS lipstick

The

liner is

outside of her

Lips

and the

lipstick outside of

Her

mouth and

she looks like

A

doll who

stole her mother’s

Lipstick

because she

is only five

And

sneaking into

Mom’s makeup drawer

Is

exactly the

thing that she

Did

she is

going to do

More

and picks

up an eyeshadow

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Day 27 – NaPoWriMo – haynaku – “The Model”


She

Sits upon

the dressing-table chair

With

a tube

of NARS lipstick

She

takes

a lip-liner and

She

traces her

lips and then

She

puts on

the NARS lipstick

The

liner is

outside of her

Lips

and the

lipstick outside of

Her

mouth and

she looks like

A

doll who

stole her mother’s

Lipstick

because she

is only five

And

sneaking into

Mom’s makeup drawer

Is

exactly the

thing that she

Did

she is

going to do

More

and picks

up an eyeshadow

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http://www.popsugar.com

Day 26 – NaPoWriMo – Different Voice – ” Your Skin”


I am only your epidermis, some of you don’t think to take care of me.

You pick and scratch at me while your young, instead of just leaving me be.

You don’t use a proper 3 step system: Face Wash, Toner, Moisturizer.

You think I’ll take care of myself with sun spots and pock marks.

And have you ever heard of serum, the kind that’s anti-wrinkle and causes radiance?

Could you use a little of that or a cream? Something with Retinol, Vitamin A, and Vitamin C.

For if you’ve the skin of woman your skin is very delicate, soft and pretty to the touch.

But oily, normal, or combination skin, we all react in different ways and remember,

I am with you all your days when your young and fresh faced and old and wrinkly.

So please take care of me: Wash off your makeup before bed, wear sunscreen, and products right for you.

And when I’m on your man, please tell him to take care of me too, a good sharp razor when he shaves would help.

Some moisturizing shaving cream, and moisturizer with of course, sunscreen

Be the person with young-looking skin when you are 83-years-old. Don’t be the one crevices so deep.

Watch your body in the sun, I am the number one place to get skin cancer you know? 

So, please take care of me, though I can’t help but show age, I can look younger or older depending on you.

I show the memory of your life in my spots and wrinkles so make me look my best.

Women and men, I am your epidermis, your closest friend.

Day 25 – NaPoWriMo – Clerihew – ” Kim Kardashian”


She’s the fabulous Kim K.

She’s got too much to say about nothing K?

She’s the most popular woman with a baby to tend.

What’s more,  she’s got a fake rear end.

Day 24 – NaPoWriPo –  Satire – “Tyger, Lamb, and Dead Sylphs”


– I wrote this earlier but it fits the prompt to do a Satire or Parody of a Poem:

The tyger in the room prowls and flicks his tail.He stretches his long feral body and gives a lazy stretch.

He knows he has me cornered, cowering like a lamb.
My inner nature of experience, he is the tyger “burning bright.”
But he fights with my soul, one of innocence, a lamb lead to the slaughter.
So, either I’m a monster prowling around or a carcass many enjoy with Greek food.
Yes, I am stuck!
Between a rock and a hard place, to be exact.
And swirling streams of consciousness, suck and scar my soul.
I am the honest one, the good girl.
No I am the liar the cheater, the tyger “with immortal eye” whose “fearful symmetry” I deplore.

Oh, Blake, you knew human nature all to well.
We too easily destroy ourselves by making bad choices.
These choices lead us to dark paths, though some experience is good, the rest is aghast.
Though some innocence is good, we need experience to make it through life.
All I wanted was some new experiences, to have a wandering nature as I go in life.
But curiosity he is a cat, one with orange stripes and deep fathomless eyes.
And the fluff of lamb hair I hold so dear, she went up in a poof of cloud to live with sylphs and other innocent beings that are no more.
I am a creature of experience now and I don’t know what to do?
Give a chance to someone new or hold with my old faithful who always returns to me.

He is not perfect, but he learns, and knows me like no other.
My new danger lurks and knows me as I tell my story, knows I am difficult.
But knowing and living with are two different ways.
And I am scared to know him, lest I be branded with a scarlet A and called a traitor.
What actions do I take tyger flicking eyes towards his pray, a blue-eyed blond steak ?
Or, what do I do little Ariel, and your Sylphs?
Are her locks still unshorn my lamb?
To be within these places screams danger and sensuality.
Tyger let me rest awhile, I cannot always be on guard.
My hair is gold and Bishop once told a story where a lock was snipped – he shorn the lamb and I must protect her or I am lost.
All for The Rape of a Lock, a tyger, a lamb, a and a Scarlet letter emblazoned upon my chest.
Oh, where’s my sylph, she is no more.

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