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Three Line Tales: Gifts of Fish #amwriting #fiction #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.


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Leo the polar bear headed down to the local watering hole and it didn’t surprise him that the usual gossiping seals were there as he drank from the refreshing lake. “Haven’t you heard?The humans are back doing their testing and they’ve tagged us all; if I were you, I’d stay hidden because once you’re tagged they’ll comeback every year to look you over.” Leo yawned, “They tagged me years ago but I never mind, each year they’re like Santa, they bring gifts of fish.”


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Three Line Tales: A Fading Welcome #3LineTales #fiction #amwriting


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.


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I love turquoise and I wonder where these vivid doors lead to and if inside the home the family’s living space is as vibrant and flamboyant as their doors; but then, I also see the lock across the door and it puzzles me. I wonder why someone whose doorway had such architectural character, would make such an effort to keep people out. Perhaps, as the paint peeling off the doors’ bottom, the family’s cheer and welcome has peeled away to worn fatigue and age.


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#NovemberNotes Day 18/Saturday Mix: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “No Need to Flee” #poetry #dVerse #Saturdamix


Or November Notes Day 18 the song Prompt is “Possession” by Sarah McLachlan. I’m also combining the Prompt with Lillian from #dVerse Poet’s Pub Prompt using the word or theme of groove and Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt on opposing forces. For this week the opposing words are exit and entrance, and major and minor.


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“Possession” by Sarah McLachlan


Just close your eyes, my dear, I’ll wipe away —

Your glittering tears so you can see clear.

We’ve wonderful memories without fear,

I’ll steal the breath from your lungs, hide your pain.

I’ll be the one who’s there forever explaining.

The world is soft as moonlight’s groove reveals,

Night’s solitude soundless with intense dreams,

The truth discovered, blackness alights shame.

You’re not trapped, I won’t ever hold you down,

Stop fearing what could be live here with me.

In precious days without terrors crown,

I’ll wipe away your tears without a word,

I’ll be the one to hold you and to kiss you hard,

For I can calm your darkness, no need to flee.


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November Notes Day 16 /Photochallenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Immeasurable” #photochallenge #poetry #amwriting


For November Notes the song is “Words as Weapons” by Birds. I’m combining with NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge Prompt.


Credit: Discrete


“Words as Weapons” by Birds


You can try to measure her angles,

Try to rationalize her curves.

Measure her so your comprehension of her is scientific;

But to math and science she’s absurd.

She has no rhyme or reason,

And you can’t make a person a logical equation.

Her body is not algebra,

Nor is she a kind of Cosine, Sine, or Tangent Angle.

You can use your words as methodical weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as numerous weapons,

And you can’t measure those.

Their quantitative value is beyond this world.

And she’s no statistical value,

She isn’t found in Trigonometry or in quadrilaterals.

And you’ll find no help about her in Epistemology;

Nor any philosophical math or logic.

Some things in life are beyond words and equations,

They aren’t logical or reasonable,

They are what they are.

And if you love all her curves and angles,

Can’t you let that be enough?

There’s no need to hypothesis,

To predict the future or the next hour,

So what if her face is symmetrical?

You can use your words as abject weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as numerous weapons,

And you can’t measure those,

Their quantitative value is beyond this world,

It’s called feeling and living in the moment,

Joyeux de Vivre or spontaneity,

No being afraid to let life happen,

To have Passion in the here and now.

Though you find it easier to measure and quantify your life,

Perhaps quality is a better goal?

And if such beauty you behold,

That you cannot find the exact right words,

There are other ways to show your love.

You can use your words as hurtful weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as more painful weapons,

And you can’t measure those,

Their quantitative value is beyond this world.

Before your mind starts to unravel,

In charts and graphs and parabolas,

Accept her for the flower she is,

Blooming without thought or reason,

In the midst of a freezing winter.

She is who she is and she isn’t a number,

Not even a poem,

She’s only and always a woman,

Her worth immeasurable,

Her love beyond equations and perfect values.

She is your summer in the bitter cold of life.


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Published Poem: Free Verse – Spillwords.com – “Giants of Hypocrisy” #spillwords #poetry #history #NewColossus #amwriting


So blessed to have another poem on http://www.spillwords.com. This poem is based off the poem “New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus and is a commentary on current immigration policies in the U.S., now, and in the past, but particularly, in the late 19th century where many Europeans immigrated to the U.S. to escape poverty, persecution, and starvation. Unfortunately, the U.S. was not much better than where they came from. But it was better enough that they could survive even in neighborhoods such as the brutal and famous 5 ‘Points District’ in New York City.

The poem was published in late November and I missed it. But here it is now for your thoughts and enjoyment. It’s called “Giants of Hypocrisy.”


Credit: SpillWords.com


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#November Notes Day 15/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Quadrille – “Headlights” #100WordWednesday #poetry #dVerse


For November Notes Day 15 the prompt song is “Headlights” by Dave Barnes. I’m combining the prompt with Bikurgurl’s Week 48 #100WordWednesday Photo Prompt. Also combining with Lillian from #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille Prompt including the word visit in some form.

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“Headlights” by Dave Barnes

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White orb in the sky,

I’m alive,

As it rises between,

Cascading pines.

Oaks, sheltering our time.

Taffy leaves —

Autumn’s promise.

Each moment,

You fill my aching thoughts.

As we waited,

Excitement unknown.

Magnolia kisses,

Doors swinging wide.

I still remember,

Headlights flashing;

Love growing,

Each visit;

Not knowing,

Forevers context.

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Notable Quotes November 2017 Part Two #Quotes #Pinterest


Happy December! I feel I haven’t been around so much blogging but I made sure to prepare the last part of quotes for November 2017. I think I’m behind so I’ll have more quotes this week to catch up. But please enjoy these quotes for now to ponder. Have fun with your holiday celebrations throughout the month, as well.

I’m nearly done my Christmas shopping, a few odds and ends to go. How about you? Life is good. Trying to figure my direction out at the moment but excited for what’s coming this Christmas and in 2018. For now I’ll start with Christmas baking and in-between freelance writing will try to finish November Notes along with doing a few more short fiction prompts.

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#NovemberNotes Day 14/ Saturday Mix: Poem – “Don’t Speak” #amwriting #poetry #SaturdayMix


November Notes Day 14 has a song Prompt Calle “Don’t Speak” by No Doubt. It’s one of my favorites from when I was twelve or thirteen years old and is one song that launched No Doubt and Gwen Stefanie into Star-dome. I’m combining with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt on not using certain words including, meet, look, any, draw, fly. The idea is to find other words that mean the same thing.

Oh and P.S. NovemberNotes well continue for me into December until I’m finished all 30 days of songs.


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Don’t Speak” by No Doubt


You and me used to be, we were always,

But it appears as though we’re parting ways,

Yet if it’s real, I don’t want to know,

You’ll only try to soften every blow.

I’ve lost my best friend, he fell in love with —

Her; he forgot about me, no goodbye kiss.

Don’t speak, I don’t need reasons they all hurt.

I don’t need your explaining, don’t speak,

Keep locked tight your sad excuses so weak.

Words of lies repeated, don’t speak, don’t speak!

You and I, we’re dying in the bleakness,

As your words are altogether frightening,

My blackened sky flares up with white lightening.

So telling of my anger, dark, loathsome,

It seems as though I’m actually letting go.

Don’t speak, I don’t need reasons, they all hurt.

Don’t tell me because it stings as rain,

Becoming thin needles, intense sharp pain.

Don’t speak, don’t speak, I don’t need your reasons,

Stop trying to talk for merely pleasing.

I believe we had our time now are connection ends,

Your soaring, sketching delusions to spend.

Don’t speak, I don’t need reasons, they all hurt.


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Three Line Tales: Red Against the Dim #3LineTales #poetry #amwriting


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales four weeks ago.

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Awash with gray, sea roaring,

Lone figure misunderstanding,

Nature mimicking a downcast mood.

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Crashing cymbals against the shoreline,

Warm red coat,

Brilliant cherry against the dim.

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Cocoon cozy thaws ice inside,

No longer threatening,

Waves soften, gentle hope blossoms.

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Three Line Tales: Enough #3LineTales #poetry #amwriting


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales three weeks ago.

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It was a fine meal until Mark threw his cutlery down shouting,”I’ve had enough.” I didn’t know what he meant and didn’t think we had marriage problems as we had a date night each week, talked in the mornings and evenings, and throughout text messages all day. We’d been married ten years and my eyes teared up at Mark’s unexpected outburst; he brushed a tear from my cheek and whispered, “I’m not done with you silly, just your cooking.”

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