Noteable Quotes: Part One – January 2017 #quotes #pinterest #newyear


Happy New Year 2017!!!!! Here are some quotes to start the new year off right. I look forward this year to exciting challenges to learn from, experiences to be present in, and new people I will have to pleasure to know and meet both out and about and in the blogging/writing world online. 

 Thank you to all of you who follow my blog and/or read my blog posts and writing. Thank you for your support and for your time! It’s much appreciated as are your likes, comments, and follows on WordPress, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, and Facebook!!!! You are amazing!!!! Hoping 2017 is everything fantastic you hope it will be! 

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Poem – Quaterns – “You Are Not The Girl” #poetry #amwriting


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You are not the girl I always knew,

The person I was most like, you flew –

No longer my number two,

You’re the girl I defended too. 

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At every step abandoned I grew, 

You are not the girl I always knew.

You say one thing, you’re actions show,

You’re not a dependable though.

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I disattach so you won’t hurt,

Make the marks of neglect so curt.

You are not the girl I always knew,

I relied too much on you it’s true.

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You’re not such a good person, though —

I put you on a pedestal, so –

I took care of you, and trusted you,

You are not the girl I always knew.

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You are not the girl I always knew,

Life it changed, with it we both grew –

Forced apart at first by you, then thrown,

Hurt so much, but I’ve always known –

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I can’t completely trust you through –

You are not the girl I always knew.

So involved in yourself, stopped thinking,

Stopped caring, it made my soul shrink

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To think of where life takes us, knowing —

One day you’ll leave, forever going.

You’re not the girl I always knew,

You just look like her, there are few –

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Who could ever replace this girl,

But she is stuck in her own world.

Changes, hoping friendship renews, 

You are not the girl I always knew.

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Chapter 30. How Was Last Night For You: Explanations and More Trouble.


Please read Chapter 29 here:

Chapter 30: Explanations and More Trouble

Nina and Rianne stood in the kitchen preparing a mid-afternoon supper for John’s family.

“What are you cooking?” Rianne asked

” Marinated vegetables and baby potatoes. I’ve got a couple salads I’m working on, a Kale salad and a Chinese Noodle Salad.What kind of chicken did you decide to make?”

“Oh, uh spinach and goat cheese. The goat cheese hides the spinach. It’s tasty, and Sam and Eric don’t notice the spinach in it.”

Nina and Rianne heard Edith gasp in the living room and they turned to observe John from the kitchen island, explaining to Edith, Robert, and his brothers, where he had been the  last four-months.

Nina had decided John needed to be alone with his family when he told them what occurred. She wasn’t entirely sure what parts of his experiences, John wanted to share  and which parts he was keeping to himself. She would ask him tomorrow when they were alone.

Nina filled Rianne in on John’s experiences, speaking quietly, her voice not much above a whisper as they chopped fruit for dessert. She knew Rianne would hear about what John said from Jasper on the ride home.

Jasper had brought his two small sons with him and Rianne. Sam and Eric excitedly, hugged their Uncle John when they arrived, nearly catching Uncle John and Aunt Nina half-naked. Nina and John had been quick to adjust their clothes and appear decent. It had been difficult given the time they had been apart.


 

“We thought you was never coming back.” Sam told John. “Grandma said you went to heaven but Rianne said Grandma didn’t know. She said you were coming back soon. Right Rianne?”

“Yes, Sam. And I was right wasn’t I? Uncle John is home.” Sam nodded enthusiastically unwilling to let go of his Uncle. His little arms clung to John’s neck and played with the silver chain John wore.

“How come you were gone?” Eric asked. He was the younger brother.

“I was sleeping Eric. I was so so tired. When I woke up I was on a beach and I met a man who helped me come home. Then, this morning I saw your Auntie Nina and she was so pretty and happy to see me. I’ve never seen her so pleased.” John said trying to keep his story simple.

“Did you get the witch?” Sam asked John. John looked at Jasper wondering what he should say.

Jasper chimed in: “She wasn’t a witch, only a bad woman. But she’s gone right?” Jasper asked staring at John who nodded encouragingly.

“Let’s go play in the living room with your trucks. While you play, I can tell the grown-ups what happened in detail.” John said cheerfully, he glanced back at Nina tiredly. She knew from his expression he wanted to relax and be alone with her.

Nina, however,knew John’s family needed an explanation. They needed to know why it seemed he had come back to life after dying. They needed to see John was alive and touch him for themselves.

Jasper coaxed Sam to let go of his Uncle John and play with a new construction truck with Eric on the living room floor. Edith hugged John hard and kissed both his cheeks. Hear head barely reached the middle of John’s chest.

“Nina and Jordan kept saying you’d be back. I didn’t believe them. I thought they’d only a wing and a prayer. But you’re here and you look amazing. You’ve a healthy tan and you appear more rested than I have seen you in years. Does this mean your curse is broken and you can be together with Nina now? Will your curse ever effect our family again?” Edith asked, hope in her voice.

“Please Mom, everyone, sit down.” John’s family surrounded him as he sat on a couch. Nina heard John say, “Yes, the curse is broken. It’s why I’m back. As in fairy tales, well almost, Nina and I get to be together now and they’ll be more horrible events occurring in my life or yours.” Edith squealed and John’s Dad, Robert patted him on the back cheerfully.

“Good news son. Very good news. We need to hear the whole story. Everything from the night you left on Jordan’s motor boat to go find the dagger in Talise’s cave. We’ve heard what happened from Nina and Jordan. We need to hear your version now and why you let us think you were dead.”

John appeared shocked: “I didn’t have much choice in the matter, Dad . . .”

Nina returned to chopping fruit in the kitchen. Pulling out an ice cream cake to sit and thaw a bit for dessert. She tuned out John and his family, having heard and talked about that awful night with Talise in the Sirene too often in the last few months.

John’s return from the in-between place of life and death had been Nina’s and John’s conversation topic all day and Nina was sure John’s family wouldn’t be able to stop talking about what happened to John for many months to come.


Rianne put her chicken into cook in a second oven in John and Nina’s kitchen.

“John’s place is beautiful Nina. Right on the beach. I have to say it was no hardship visiting you here when you feared John wouldn’t come back. Even though I had to do the grocery shopping and the cooking to make sure you ate at first, it was worth it to walk down the beach and watch movies on a giant cinema-like room downstairs.”

Nina put her hand on Rianne’s arm and squeezed it gently,”I’m sorry I was such a pain. I know I was miserable to be around for months on end. Something inside me always told me to keep having faith and believing. I’m still shocked to be able to say this, but I was right; John came home.”

“It sounded like he had to learn a few vital lessons first,” Rianne remarked. “From what you told me, it was John who didn’t have faith the curse would be broken. He couldn’t come home to you  unless he believed their was benevolent magic working to break the curse so you too could be a couple and live a normal life.”

“Yeah, it’s exactly what John told me Norman said to him. I can’t believe Norman was the homeless guy who saved you.”

“Me neither,” said Rianne. “But I think we had God looking out for us. Or He had someone keeping watch over us all in Norman. It’s nice to know someone up there cares what goes on in our lives.”

“So, what’s new with you and Jasper?” Nina remarked changing the subject. Rianne sighed gazing at Nina with sad chocolate brown eyes. They reminded Nina of the eyes of a lab dog begging.

“It’s, it’s okay – only, when John was missing, it was hard on us. Especially with Sam and Eric. You know how all three Eric brothers are close and have always been. When Jasper thought John was dead, it was as if a piece of himself died with John.”

“I don’t know how to explain it well, but Jasper’s been cold. Really cold. He didn’t want me to come over often. Partly, why I ended up staying with you so much was because Jasper didn’t want me there. And I would go home and there would be this yawning emptiness in my condo. I couldn’t bear it.” Rianne said softly. She wasn’t a crier but Nina knew her friend was near the point of tears..

“I loved it when you came over Ri. I wish you would’ve said something about was happening between you and Jasper. I love you and care about you and I want you to tell me what’s wrong even when I’m not in the best of places myself.” Nina said quietly.

“I know you didn’t want to burden me, but it would’ve helped me keep my mind off John, listening to you and finding a way to help Jasper open-up to you. And I think you would’ve felt much better too, not keeping this trapped inside.”

“Shhhh” Rianne said suddenly. Jasper was staring at Rianne while her and Nina talked and the chicken baked.

“He can’t hear us,” Nina said.

“I think he knows what I’m talking to you about.”

” How could he know. Besides, John’s back now. Things will become better between Jasper and you too because he won’t be mourning his brother’s death.” Nina remarked confidently.

“Maybe,” Rianne said unconvinced.” Death is a tricky subject with Jasper. His first wife, Sam and Eric’s mom, died of cancer a few years ago. I don’t know if he’s ready for a serious relationship with another woman yet. I thought so but now, I’m not so sure.”

“But it’s been five-years or so hasn’t it?”

“I don’t know he won’t talk about his wife, not at all. I know his boys come first and before that night with Talise, we were practically living together. We were seeing how the boys liked it if I lived with them.” Rianne said, tears starting to fall without her being aware of them.

“Now, I wouldn’t even consider sleeping over at Jasper’s house. It feels as if there’s this big angry river between Jasper and I and I don’t know how to jump over it or swim through it. I miss playing with Sam and Eric so much.”

“It will work out Rianne. It will get better, I know it will.” Nina said encouragingly. Rianne sighed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and checking the chicken in the oven cooking.

Nina sighed. John and her might have at last found happiness together. But it seemed those closest to them, weren’t happy at all. Nina felt awful Rianne hadn’t thought she could share her problems with Jasper with her, the past few months. She had been too consumed with thoughts of  John and too selfish to be a reliable friend to Rianne.

Nina hugged Rianne after she had taken the chicken out of the oven to let it cool a few moments.

“I’ll help you get through this Rianne. You’re my best friend and I’d do anything for you. You’ve helped me so much since I’ve met John and suffered too much for it. You can stay with John and I as long as you want.” Rianne smiled.

“Won’t John mind?”

Nina laughed, “he doesn’t have a choice, but he doesn’t know that yet.”

Rianne smiled but Nina could tell her smile was forced. She studied Rianne for a moment as she transferred the chicken into a serving dish. Rianne wasn’t saying a great deal of what was going on between her and Jasper, and Nina knew it.

Please Read Chapter 31 here.


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Poem: Acrostic – “Not the End”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt friend.

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Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.

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Feeling as if I didn’t want to be alone, so I went and talked to you in the back of the old store.

Remembering  all the fantastic times we shared together, that you never let me down; memories layered upon memories, even in the tough times.

I‘m worried because you’re sick now, and the fight against some diseases is an awful fight; you’re one of the strongest women I know and I pray for you each night.

Empathy, is the best word that describes how I feel for you; you are a champion and you fight for your family, your health, you fight to win.

Nothing would take my friendship away; years of ‘us’ have been built and are iron tough; time will go on and though we’re apart we connect as always.

Death won’t even be the end because you’ll be with me in heaven too; but not until we’re both old and grey, for now keep pushing ahead with my love, the love of all who love you,  behind you.

Savouring the moments we share, laughing, drinking wine, and thinking back on all that has been and all that will be; seeing a bright future ahead for you; don’t ever think this is the end.

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Poem: “Not Meant To Be.”


How do I know that you and 

I want what’s best for,

Each other and we aren’t lying,

About the truth to one another.

You want my body and,

You’re not afraid to tell.

From the beginning that is,

Mostly, what you want.

But you wanted to talk too.

You want to get to know each,

Other and be more than,

Only friends who are together.

Skin against skin that’s what you,

Desire but I can’t,

Give to you without knowing that,

I’m not just a Friday night.

I need to trust you,

But I’m kind of feeling that,

Things aren’t really working for,

A vital reason.

Maybe we are passing ships. 

In the cold dark night maybe,

We are just not meant,

To be together with each other. 

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Poem: “Talk to Me.”


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I am worth more then you think,

I’m worth a conversation,

A long exhaustive one where,

We stay the whole night talking,

And we’re still wearing all our–

Clothes because talking is an–

Intimacy when it is,

Between the two of us and,

There is so much I want to–

Know about you, I need to —

Understand the full picture.

And then because I know you well,

We could kiss and caress in–

The morning sunrise before we,

Settle in our seperate places.

His and Hers sections of the–

Bed. But I’ll link my foot with–

Your calf and listen to you–

Breathe; it brings a calmness to–

Me. That we loved through our own,

Voices, before your body–

Loved mine.  Before your lips taste

All my skin, you knew me in —

My mind. And loved me for my–

Heart. It makes me feel such Joy,

That we are “all in” and find,

We know each other better,

Every time we look, touch and — 

Speak in words we know secret,

Meanings to; and I slumber,

Waiting for you to wake and see,

In us is an eternity.

In us is conversation,

Beyond the most sacred words,

Beyond the looks we share with — 

Eyes that keep catching. I see,

Just today, and then I see maybe,

A tomorrow where I can,

Hear your beating heart and I’m,

So blessed to feel so divine.

I’m happy to be your girl. 

Writing 101 – Seconds – Sonnet – “Bearable”


 

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Your breath ticks by each second and I lie

beside you still,

I think of all the time we spent lying here,

And for every prayer that leaves me,

A sweet offering to keep you beside.

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Tomorrow we start a new count,

Can I make it through until I can be,

Close, snuggled in your side and hide my face.

On your chest and beneath your chin.

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I’ll stay here and wait for the morning sun,

I’ll live and breathe the scent of you before,

The day takes you far from my gaze, I sigh.

A moment without you and I find that–

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I am lost in time, in space and find,

You fill the void in the spaces,

Between my heart and veins, and thinking is —

So hard to do without that time we spend.

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Mere seconds in memory imprint on me.

The time we share breathing as one being,

Makes the moments without you bearable.

You make our time together meaningful.

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You and me without each other were —

Terrible; life is made of our little–

Moments.

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Poem: Gone, Gone, Gone.


When the love ran out, we sputtered a bit, breaking up and getting together again just enough that no one could keep score.

And when I finally made the cut that tore, you told me ‘whatever you want’ and I know I hurt you then.

But that was months ago and now you are alright. It seemed fine to me when I was trying to escape, but it hurts a bit because I know you have escaped me too.

And memories assault, you held my hand over every table before the food was served.

You kept me close when we were out at the bar and I couldn’t keep my hands off you.

You found that I was loveable despite being unwell, even when we couldn’t go out as much as you would have liked.

You held me close and we watched TV until it was early morning.

I went to sleep before you, and you went out clubbing, giving up the bed, so you wouldn’t wake me.

You loved me for my family and texted me everyday.

I could tell you everything, and somehow everything was okay,

But those little things, that were terribly big to me, they just weren’t enough to make a match right,

I miss you now, I didn’t before. Now I see, I am alone. Before, I always had you. But I go on because I do, because fairy tales don’t come true.

In real life their are truths we must see, morals and values that match, and a blending of families.

I miss us. But this is life, I move on. There is always a price to be paid and I’ve paid it. Now, I’m outta here. Gone.

Poem: Consenence – Alive 


There are a thousand words that I could use to describe the delicious and divine timing of today.

To just think that just going outside and gazing, glorifying, and grinning in the daylight, with people all around, would set my heart free.

There’s something about being lost in crowd and enjoying the numerous numbers of people, numb to you, just caught up in their own lives.

It makes you see that everybody has problems that persist and it’s a bit pressing for everyone sometimes.

But that connection with people can combine to make any chronic problem small, because it’s much better together then alone.

So, take a walk, don’t wallow. Even in the rain as sunshine wanes there are things to experience and places to be.

The world is a port to so many places and pleasure and indifference are two ends of a spectrum. 

You can enjoy life where it takes you, or you can watch as cars go by dead at 25 and missing the message — these moments that’s all the time we’ve got to be alive. 

Sonnet “Loss”


The pain that stings within my heart

When you decided to depart

It felt like I would fall apart

At the littlest sound I start.

I am in grief and it is bitter sweet

The memories we made follow me

But I have  no sight I cannot see

The spark that flew isn’t heat

Now I pray, release, release.

Answer me once, forget me not

Don’t leave me here to beg and rot

Have you no pity I need peace

Grant me some time so I know

You did not just throw me away.