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Dedicated to Mom

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Dedicated to Mom

A silent tear

slid down my cheek

As I paged through memories

bitter and sweet

 

Not many years have gone

by

Yet, remembering

still inspires me to cry

 

Back then, I was safe

Secure

enfolded in arms

that helped me mature

 

The bitter, violent world

held at bay

while, I grew

learned how to make my way

 

Although,

I resisted

Rules were insisted

Your firm, guiding hand

Stood its righteous stand

I took

Selfishly

You gave

Faithfully

 

I turned the wrong way

You

a strong tower

led me right

 

When I was critical

drawn away

You, built self-esteem

Inspired flight

 

Never did you

humiliate, put me aside

You let bygones be by

 

You –

Molded; morals, self-respect

Personality

Me

 

I hope Mom

You are proud

For I am proud

To be you

Creation

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Born on Halloween

I was born on Halloween

when witches pay their due.

Everyone thinks I’m so mean,

but what am I to do?

 

My mother named me Hazel,

and makes me ride a broom.

She feeds me brew with basil,

and locks me in my room.

 

My nose is long and crooked.

My pet cat, Boo is black.

They say that I am wicked.

What is it that I lack?

 

My friends, they all are goblins,

and my father is a ghost.

My sister loves grave robbing,

and my brother loves brain toast.

 

I wish there was a potion,

to end this evil curse.

For I don’t have a notion,

and my life is getting worse.

 

So here’s a word of warning

to every child around.

If you were born on Halloween morning,

You best get out-of-town!   

 

In honor of Halloween and my birthday, I thought I would share this poem I wrote as a teen.  There are good and bad things about being born on Halloween.

Good:  You always get to go Trick or Treating.

Bad: You always get to go Trick or Treating.

Good: No one ever forgets your birthday.

Bad: It is hard to go out to dinner when you have to be home to answer the door and give out candy.

Good: Chinese Take-out.

There are some days when I am a good witch and some when I am bad.

Happy Halloween!  Boo!

 

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Remembered

When I am dead,

I hope the words etched

Above my head

Describe how I inspired others.

 

When they reminisce,

let it be with love

I wish to have left wisdom

in my living.

 

When stories are told of my antics

may I be painted the heroine.

Let them say with a hearty laugh

that I made them smile.

 

I pray that when I am gone,

 I have left the mark of friendship.

A spark of kindness

and a bucket of joy.

 

I hope that people

hold me in high regard.

May my light

 shine  with every recollection.

 

 

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First and Third: A lesson on Point of View

     Whenever you sit down to write a story or even when you are reading a story, point of view decides how the story is to be told.  Points of view are divided into two main groups: first-person and third-person.

     In the first-person point of view, the narrator is a character in the story that tells the story as he or she experiences or understands it.  It is easy to spot the use of first-person point of view due to the use of the pronouns: I, me, we, us, my, and our.  For example, a story begins, “I was starving and had not eaten in three days.  My stomach twisted and grumbled at my lack of food.” Is told from the first-person point of view.

     When a story is told from the first-person point of view, the reader only knows the inside of the narrator’s mind.  All other characters are given to the reader from the narrator’s perspective, what the character says, and how the character acts.  Readers have to decide from those three clues what the other characters in the story are thinking. If the narrator were a little crazy, then it would make sense that the reader is going to have a skewed vision of the other characters.

     In the third-person point of view, the narrator is not one of the characters in the story.  The narrator stand outside the story and looks in to refer to the characters as he, she, his, her, or they. When the narrator says, “He made a decision to purchase his lunch from a hot dog vendor.” It is being told from the third-person point of view.

     Within the third-person point of view, an author has the choice to choose either omniscient (ohm-nish-ent) point of view or limited omniscient point of view.  The difference is that in omniscient point of view the narrator has carte blanche and is all knowing.  He or she enters into the minds of all the characters and tells the reader all of their secret thoughts. The narrator understands everything about every character.  When an author uses limited omniscient point of view, he or she gets into the head of only a few of the characters and tells the story only from those character’s point of view.  Limited omniscient point of view can even stick to one character that the author highlights throughout the whole story.

     When writing a story it is a good idea to choose the point of view that will best compliment your characters and plot line.  If you want to keep your readers guessing, you may wish to use the first-person point of view, and if you need the reader to see the problem in the story from all the characters you may wish to use a form of third-person point of view.  Happy writing.

 

 

 

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Limerick: 20 Lines or Less Challenge

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photographed by David Ahern

There once was a dog from Brazil

Who came from a puppy mill

He tried to look cute

and less like a brute

A matter that bothers him still.

 

 

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Quotes from the Masters: Fellini -Silence

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“If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet…maybe we could understand something.” Federico Fellini

Stop! Slow down. Take a breath. Listen. Do you ever just listen to the world around you? Surrounded by a myriad of sounds in daily life, how often do you have true silence?

 Everything in our world seems to emit noise. The radio and the TV are obvious noisemakers; however, turning them off offers no relief.  You must then contend with the white noise of refrigerators running, the air conditioner fan blowing, and the clock on the wall ticking. Life is so loud.

 It would be interesting to go back in time to when there was no electricity, and experience the silence. A time when you could lie in your bed and hear nothing but your own breathing. There would be no cars on the roads to wake you with their loud music, no planes in your airspace, and no streetlights buzzing with the sounds of the night. It would be so peaceful.

 The noiselessness, would allow you to think. Possibly, even feel like you could actually relax and not have to move to keep up with the taxing sounds. Maybe you would hear the wind blowing through the trees sounding like nature’s wind chime, or your alarm clock could be the birds chirping happily in the morning. Life could slow down.

 Perhaps, as Federico Fellini quotes, “…we could understand something.” You would have time to pay attention to the words your children speak. You could attend to the lonely neighbor, or take notice of the sadness of a spouse. You would have the ability to remove the deafening world around you and truly understand the importance of what is being said. The seemingly small interruptions experienced today such as cell phones ringing and buzzing, rob you of the ability to truly stop and listen.

 It may be wise to take some time to turn off all those attention-grabbing devices that clog up your hearing, and really listen to what is going on around you.  You may be surprised at what you learn and understand in the name of silence.

 

Inspired by Bringing Europe Home’s challenge Quotes from the Masters: Fellini

 

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20 Lines or Less/ A Weekly Challenge/ Dreams/ Poem/“JOY” In the Afternoon

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“JOY” In the Afternoon

It was an afternoon nap.

I was so tired

Quickly, I was under.

It was snowing and the world was white.

The sun was bright in the crystallized sky.

Then,

A flash of red from the side-

A little bundle only a few feet high.

I watched in wonder

I smiled in awe.

Then, the little boy hit me…

With a snowball.

I laughed and asked his name.

He said it was something that started with a “J”.

Who are you? I asked again

He replied, “I am your JOY.”

My eyes flashed open and the dream was gone.

I was left with the feeling that “J”

Would be my future grandson.

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