Three Line Tales: Poem – Synchronicity – “Worth Teeth” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


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

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It’s called a Lego graveyard,

A container full of beheaded,

Small men —

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A variety of pleasant looks,

Others with face’s of ire,

 No heads.

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The girl and boy they build fast,

Tear bodies from heads not knowing, 

Bad thoughts. 

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A pile of joy for building kids, 

A sight of horror for parents;

Gold teeth. 

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As Nazi’s removed in death camps, 

Nothing dulls pain of Jewish soul; just —

Worth teeth. 

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A few years ago I saw an excellent movie made by and including George Clooney and some of the regular actors found in his movies — Matt Dameon (etc.) called The Monuments Men. “The film follows an Allied group from the Monuments, Fine Arts, and Archives program that is given the task of finding and saving pieces of art and other culturally important items before Nazis destroy or steal them, during World War II (Wikipedia). 

One of the aspects of the film that overwhelmeingly struck me as awful was as these men went into underground mines and other places the Nazi’s hid priceless artwork, were barrels full of teeth with gold fillings that had been pulled from Jewish Concentration camp prisoners. This is just one mote terrible act of numerous actions done to Jewish prisoners slated to die by Nazis in death camps. Upon researching this, I found the practice by Nazi’s to be accurate even within the context of the movie.  I read that in some cases, the Nazi soldiers forced other prisoners to do this job form them and no pain numbing drugs or even alcohol was provided. 

As well, the movie is based on a fictitious novel but the story itself is based off of real life events that are to some extent historically accurate. In the film, these American men who reclaimed the art work left the gold filled teeth and of course that was the right thing to do. Anyways, in my warped mind, those barrels full of gold teeth fillings are what these lego heads reminded me of — sorry for the imagery! 

This article The Monuments Men (2014) compares the movie and the real life Monument’s men. It answers some interesting questions about WWII Nazi History and Hitler’s reasons behind stealing such a wealth of art.  

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Maydays: Ease Up On The Plush Toys #Maydays


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Thanks to K.L. Caley from new2writing for hosting the #Mayday prompts. Today’s prompt is something to do with a teddy bear.


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My Mom tells me I had a favourite stuffed toy I destroyed as a baby. But If I were to remember any stuffed toy I had it would be this white polar bear which held a smaller baby polar inside her arms. She was soft and fluffy and her claws were sharp plastic. I put her on my bed with my other stuffed animals and they all collected dust.

I mention this because people often think a significant gift or donation item to give children are stuffed toys. Unless the child is small, I don’t think this is the case. Kids don’t play much with stuffed animals. Some children have one teddy they like to sleep with but I think in many cases, that’s about it.

Kids who do adore stuffed animals, are often specific about the stuffed animal they want. Such as a child wanting ‘Toothless’ a dragon from How To Train Your Dragon 1, 2, or 3, because the movies are the child’s favourite movies to watch. Mostly, I think each child receives more stuffed animals than they need in a lifetime.

So instead of donating another stuffed animal to a cause, think of a toy your children or the children you know, enjoy playing with a great deal. Think of toys such as Lego, cars, Barbies, something technological, or something to do with a popular movie that isn’t a stuffed toy. Maybe a gift-card to get children’s books on their parent’s IPAD or actual paper books. Let’s ease up on the teddy bears and plush toys.


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Writing 101 – Sleep –  ” Terror’s Embrace”



In the battle with soft covers, her body cries for sleep; for in this nightmare, her weeping will not cease.

There are spiders spinning webs and a room that needs vacuuming; having spiders on the brain is a terrible fear of hers.

And she can feel the pain of her muscles as her fingers clench; her neck throbs incessantly. And she is trying to run away and sink into a pink sunrise.

In a dreamscape made of terror, could morning come any sooner? But coiled in her mind is the snake gliding around her body, telling her she cannot sleep tonight.

It surrounds her ribs and she is short of breath; the coils are an evil, slippery and slimy, another nightmare calling. Turning her body purple as she fights to find some air.

And then there is the sharp pain in her body; a multiple stabbing in her stomach, something worse than hunger. And her child is screaming as the darkness kills her.

The pain it feels real, but she is watching from a distance. The blood pools below, and the poor boy keeps watching. His mother crying awfully, telling him to run.

And then she is trying to find a home. But everyone turns her away. Clearly, she recalls, “there was no room at the inn.” And she never finds her home until she transforms into a girl.

Then she is back with her family. Playing Lego with her brothers, before she sees spiders spinning. She tries to smash them and to vacuum the webs away.

Her body arches and rises, it aches to wake. She is trying to get up. But a rush of blood to her brain causes spinning. And she cannot bend her neck.

She waits, and looks to escape her dream. But a nightmare has hold of her. She is indebted to the darkness; an avenging angel caught in terror’s embrace.

Will she ever wake? Glory comes at the rising of the sun. She will destroy the dreamscape forging with fire in her eyes.

The haunted becomes the hunter and spiders burn in their webs.  She heals stab wounds with a battle cry and fire burns her assailant.

She cuts the snake to pieces and finds a place to call her home. In her bedroom is her, lying on the bed. She wars in cotton sheets in dreams. A woman who controls her nightmares; she is Queen of her own fears.

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