Poem: Alouettes – “Time Whispers” #wordhighjuly #amwriting #poetry



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Transported back in, 

Time we see motion.

Life changing as minutes pass.

Cannot return there.

For we are now here.

Not in memory, or past.

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Gunita capture, 

Threads which sewn fast were,

Unravelled in the mind of, 

Our recollections.

Our past devotions.

Needles sewing, they swerve.

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Stitching anew life, 

Pricking with new strife.

New memories become past.

Recalling our joy.

Thinking of child’s toys.

Children no longer, grew fast.

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Moonlight and stars beam

Under ink sky winds stream.

The leaves of the forest so green.

As we run to wild seas.

Our voices carry dreams.

Full orb, in glory, moonbeam.

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Daylight bringing new, 

Light and laughter true.

Throwing pennies in the fountain.

Wishes and kisses.

True love blisses.

Young then, we climbed high mountains.

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Adventures of us, 

In today’s world fuss, 

We do what we do because,

We have plans, desires.

Travel with heart fire.

Perceive present, will be a was.

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Building and shining,

Memories divine.

For one day will have but whispers.

In our minds thrive, 

Memory keeps alive.

Though the world yells; we whisper.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: The Elven Healer


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Their enemies were close, Kaleen could smell them. They reeked of blood and the putrid stench of those who had not bathed; the gremlin’s mission was death to all elves.

Kaleen knew the elves were strong. Hardened warriors, both men and women. Kaleen was a significant force in the war because she had healing magic; few elves possessed healing powers.

Though many elven warriors lay at death doors, Kaleen held her hands tight against their wounds, chanting magic incantations her Grandmother once taught her, and healing them. Kaleen also knew which plants would aid her own healing.

At the moment, she was trying to escape the gremlins with a young dying healer named Liam. The enemy had snuck up on Liam as he slept. Kaleen had half-carried him to a part of the woods where the aloe vera plants thrived. 

Kaleen cut a leaf of an aloe vera plant, allowing its juice to drip into Liam’s deep wound. She chanted using every bit of her magic. Later, she awoke, thinking, she must have passed-out. Healing a healer was difficult and used a great amount of energy. 

She was caught of guard as she arose. Liam was gone and two gremlins sneered, glaring at Kaleen. She drew her enchanted sword, releasing fire globes from her free hand, powerful magic not to heal, but to kill.

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Let’s cook up a party – Party Live Link. 💃🎶🎹🍰🍡🍗🍎🍺🍸


Jacqueline’s hosting one of her excellent party’s, please visit!

a cooking pot and twisted tales

Come on in, let’s get this party started.

You are most welcome. Do make yourself comfortable and join the fun.

Some of you are used to the party mode, but just a quick run through on a few party etiquette’s for the new one’s in our midst; nothing tedious.

Refreshments are nicely arranged down the page: Drinks, Chocolates, Cakes, Donuts, freshly squeezed juice, Coffee, Tea and so much more. :-)

We have our own Intercontinental Chef in the house, just place your orders😉The little rules of play:

  1. You must mix and mingle with others. Don’t be a wallflower. Go say hello to someone and you can participate in the Tag a poem/story below, riddle and do tell us where you are partying from:-)
  2.  Please leave your blog link or post link in the comment box below along with an introduction.
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Poem: Free Verse (Quatrains) – “Slow Sweet Burn of Life” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to The Daily Prompt for the words Burn and Pleasure.

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Pleasure it awakes in swirls of dreams, 

Our thoughts hold the key to a slow sweet burn.

To our wildest and most tempestuous scenes.

Seductive and entralling time, causing rug burn.

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Who plays the Queen of hearts, the lady prestine? 

As our hearts smoke, cinder and ash burn.

Or wish we only for, human contact; no pipe dreams,

One hand holds another with compassionate concern.

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A tiny fist squeezes back, dressed in winter white cream.

The pleasure in the laughter of baby’s unreserved.

The precocious and precious delights of a child us appease.

Giggling with exuberance, gurgles for future ice cream.

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Of love and light and fascinating swirls gleaned.

Pleasure seeking knowledge, conversation purred.

Inspiration; genuflection to God, alter the flaws, appease.

Right the wrongs, make what’s true everyone’s concern.

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Ambiant light; the truth in fog, bliss in dreams.

Lovers kiss, and delight in beloved’s eternal burn.

With desire and, touch, and scent, all streamed.

Only for a deep, true love, do some lucky, yearn.

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Embrace, scintillate soulmate; live in love’s esteem.

 Imperfections, what makes us human? To aid, serve.

Endorphins, serotonin, results in passionate beings.

But the true-love is rare; seeing life’s wheel turning.

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Adoration of fractures in each other; lost words breathing.

Pleasure in such imperfect cracks of others learned.

Pleasure in memories; in night’s hectic moonbeam.

Yourself, thinking back; ignoring anxious concerns.

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Of Pleasure indulge; of moments in life, redeeming.

Treasure seconds; breezy, blowing freedom unreserved.

As the light shines on, linger in pleasurable daydreams.

Feel yourself lost in thought, of life’s slow sweet burn.

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