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What More Could You Possibly Want To Know? ~~~ Week 34 2014

Share Your World – 2014 Week 34

Once again it’s sharing time. Cee over at Cee’s Photography asks us weekly questions. We answer them best we can. It’s a nice way to get to know your fellow bloggers. Thanks Cee!

Want to join in? Just click on Cee’s name above and have a read on how to join.

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What is your favorite smell? What memory does it remind you of?

Well it’s a toss-up between Citrus and vanilla. I love both. Citrus reminds me of good clean air of summer. Good times. Vanilla reminds me of baking, and invokes a feeling of happiness within me. It makes the home feel more homey and friendly.

Name a song or two which are included on the soundtrack to your life?

This song pretty much sums up my whole life so far. Plus I love the band.

 

Do you play video/computer game?  Which one(s) or most recent? 

I do play computer games. Usually on Pogo.com or uploaded games. Usually when I can’t sleep, which has been most nights lately.

Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you best?  Plus what would the 8th dwarf’s name be? (Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey)

Right now, Sleepy, otherwise it would usually be Happy. As for the 8th dwarf, I’m thinking something like…….Playful, or Adventurer.

 

Well folks that’s it for this week’s edition. What would YOU name the 8th dwarf?

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Happy Birthday Little Dinosaur

Come join us in wishing Rara Happy Birthday. She still needs our help in any way we can give it. Send her best wishes and feel the love!

Stories that Must Not Die

We are patiently waiting for you to come out of your cave. While we wait we’ve decided to celebrate your birthday with some Stories about you that will live on forever.


One day, a dinosaur appeared in my fishbowl. She was wildly drawn and breathing fire, but I wasn’t afraid. She dropped an insightful comment and left. I poked my head into her domain and found a wondrous world full of creative and awesome things. I followed her immediately.

A few months after we met, she asked me to guest post on her blog. It was my first guest post. I was nervous as hell, even though, at that point, I didn’t realize what a blogging celebrity she was. I posted what, in all honestly, is one of my most half-assed posts since I had the flu at the time, but her audience was kind, just like Rara.

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Writing Challenge~~~ Tracks Backward

Source:Cheri Lucas Rowlands/The Daily Post
Source:Cheri Lucas Rowlands/The Daily Post

 

I had been here before, a long time ago.  Deja Vu.  I was about 10, just a damn kid. The world was all ready a hard place to be in.

Abandoned by a good-looking, smooth talking traveling man, my mother ended up eight and half months later with me. I was impatient to come into this god forsaken world back then. Came early, some say I sent my mother to her grave. I say, to hell with them. My mother sent herself to the grave. I was eight when she finally had enough of the hard life and just laid down and died. She gave up. I won’t ever give up. It’s not in me.

The group of misbegotten, ragtag bunch of idiots that my mother had hooked up with were a superstitious lot. Took it out on me. A small red-headed girl with one green eye and one blue eye. They said I was the product of the devil. For a couple of years after my mother died, I just hung out on the fringe of the group and tried to survive the best I could. They took turns throwing me scraps to eat and cuffing my ears when I let them get too close.

I had just turned 10 when they decided to get rid of me. They weren’t brave enough to kill me themselves, so they thought the wolves in the wild would do their dirty work for them. So they gathered a few of my belongings up, a bit of bread and rotten cheese and left me at these railroad tracks to fend for myself.

In the middle of damned nowhere. Just a set of rusty, disused rail tracks and me. If I wouldn’t have let my guard down they never would have had the drop on me. I was so tired. I drifted off to sleep and a couple of brave men of  the group put a sack over me and tied me in it. They tossed me over a rough boney shoulder. I didn’t yell or scream, I remember that. Never was one for wasting my energy on something that wasn’t going to work anyhow.  They walked what seemed like forever in my mind, barely talking to each other. When they got to these tracks they tossed me to the ground and just walked off.

Took me  a long time to finally work myself out of that damn sack. By then my anger was burned deep inside of me. I swore I would get revenge. First though I had to survive long enough to figure out how to get that well deserved revenge. When I got out of that sack it was coming dark. I found my pitiful bundle of belongings laying a few feet to the side of me. I ate the bread and moldy cheese. I was always hungry back then. So a bit of mold didn’t bother me none.

While I ate, slowly chewing the tough bread I took a look around. All I could see in the dusk was trees, lots of trees and those old railway tracks. I knew the trains weren’t running anymore. I had overheard some of the group talking about the trains not running after the last world war pretty much desecrated the country, hell the world from what I heard. Bands of people got together after the war and survived best they could. Too bad my mother hooked herself up with one of the worst.

For some reason I remember not being scared. Nothing much frightened me back then. Still doesn’t. I was more curious than scared. I knew about the wolves of course. Anyone who spent anytime out here knew about them. But they fascinated me. The group with their stupid superstitions were terrified of them.

I used to sneak out in the woods at night and watch the wolves. I would lay still as I could for hours and just watch and learn.

Who knew that all that watching, that learning, would help me survive. Those wolves turned out to be my best friends. My family, my survival.

Now I was back. I was older, smarter, and deadlier. My revenge would happen soon.

 

 

This story was done for the The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing challenge. Let me know what you think. I may add on to it on a later date.

 

 

 

 

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I’ve Learned……

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I’ve Learned…..

 

I’ve learned, never take your health for granted

it can be gone in a flash

then it’s aches, pains, frustration

as you can’t do what was once so easily done

 

I’ve learned, as I grow older I expect more from me

sometimes though it can’t be delivered

my mind says I’m 20, fit and strong

the body laughs with glee, then throws another pain at me

 

I’ve learned, friends don’t have to be ‘seen’

they live in this virtual machine

I have found some really good people

who reach out to me in my time of need

 

I’ve learned, love is precious, rare and good

it props me up, feeds my needs, makes me stronger

maybe it’s just an emotion, but it feels so much more

as I feel it fuel my desires, wants and hopes

 

I’ve learned, words are powerful, magical, sentient things

they swirl around me, feed my soul, nourish my mind

when they come from friends, afar or near

they make me glad to be alive

 

I’ve learned, that I’m stronger than I knew

life has a way of testing your strength, your reserves

it throws things at you that you never thought you could handle

toughens you up, or breaks you down, but never leaves you the same

 

I’ve learned, 3am is a lonely time in this world,

it’s quiet, still, not yet light, not yet dark time

that in between time when all things are possible or impossible

the doubts come rushing in to keep you company

 

I’ve learned, that an animal’s love in unconditional

they will stick with you through tears, meltdowns,

a pet will kiss your tears away, make you smile

time matters little to them, they just want you happy

 

I’ve learned, stubbornness is not a bad thing to have

this trait can help you over some of the roughest parts of life

I have had to rely on it many times lately

but it has pulled me through and I’m stronger for it

 

I’ve learned many things the past few months

and I have had to teach myself some others

In the end, I’ve found one precious thing

I’ve learned to love me again………….

 

 

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Me~Me~Me! It’s All About Me! ~~ Week 33

Another week, means another session of talking about me! It’s all part of Cee’s Photography weekly thing called “Share Your World“. Thanks Cee for doing this every week! Why not come and join us?

But now, it’s all about ME!

 

Do you believe in ghosts? 

If anyone knows me well, they know I do believe in ghosts. Why? Because I have seen and heard them numerous times. I also have one that lives with me. I call him Abe. I wrote about him on my blog before. If you are interested you can read his story, where him and I first met, and how he follows me where ever I move since I was a child. His story is here.

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irregardless of your physical fitness, coordination or agility:  If you could play any sport professionally what would it be?  Or if you can’t picture yourself playing sports, what is your favorite sport?

I don’t and wouldn’t play sports myself. But I love Hockey. About the only thing I watch anymore, sport wise.

Do you prefer long hair or short hair for yourself?

I have long hair, will always have long hair. I’m going to be one of those old silver long-haired hippy types. LOL I have never liked myself in short hair. Maybe because my mother insisted I have short hair when I was a kid. But now I have hair that goes past my shoulder blades. I usually wear it in a pony tail to keep it out of my way.

If you were on a small island, who would you want to be with? And where is it?  How big is it?

I would want my best friends. They are the greatest, kindest people I know. They are also fun, witty, smart and a joy to be around. You know who you are!

As for the Island itself. Well, it would have to be someplace warm, but not too warm. Beautiful ocean views, white sand beaches, lots of trees. Somewhere isolated but yet accessible by water or air if necessary. Big enough to feel comfortable, yet small enough to feel cosy.

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There you have it folks. My post all about ME!

So tell me. Would YOU like to live on an island?

 

 

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Light Flashes ~~~ A Poem

 

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Light Flashes

 

Light flashes in the dark, tiny sprites of hope

My dark thoughts pause, gloom is getting brighter

Fading beneath the small glimmers of sunshine

Reaching hands of friendship taking hold of me

Light flashes in the dark, lightening bugs of dreams

Wisps of smoky dullness being blown away with warmth

Off in the distance I see the darkness slide against the sides

Heart is easier, mind clearer, sleep is a friend of mine

Light flashes in the dark, air bright again after the rain

Fear no longer lives here, terror has lost it’s reign

A few kind words were needed, given, taken and returned

Virtual is still reality, in this world of mine

Light flashes in the dark, sparks flying bigger each day

Pain lessens, memories made of caring friends, smiles from the heart

Shadows grow smaller, not completely gone,

Light flashes in the dark, stepping stones to the sun

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Silence ~~~ A Poem

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Silence

 

The silence is so loud now, hurting my heart

Echoes of words past, drop like jagged rocks into my memory

Words spoken that had no substance, no real truth

A smooth flow of silver, wrapped around my soul

 

Silence mocks me, cutting, making me bleed sorrow

How could words softly spoken, scream my shame of belief

Wanting, needing, to end the jumble of letters falling

My ears now closed, no more to hear the crash of pretending

 

Eyes wide, filled with the hurt of the silent emptiness

Age should have been a barrier, a roadblock, a dead end

Instead, words moved the barriers, made them inconsequential

Slowly, rebuilding, rewording, battered but not broken

 

Silence, used, can be so powerful, so hurtful, so final

 

 

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The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Silhouette

This week’s photo challenge is silhouette. So I went with a few of my favorites. Hope you enjoy.

 

This one is probably one of my favorites. I managed to get the silhouette of the tree in my backyard against a glorious sunset.

 

Mother Natures Art (c) JLPhillips 2013 A Canadian sunset
Mother Natures Art (c) JLPhillips 2013 A Canadian sunset

 

This is the same tree, except in winter silhouette, white against a pure blue winter sky. The tree was covered in hoar-frost.

 

(c)JLPhillips 2013
(c)JLPhillips 2013

 

A couple of more hoar-frost covered trees, except these are at night. I love the ‘otherworldly’ like quality of the picture.

 

(c) JLPhillips 2014
(c) JLPhillips 2014

 

 

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Worries ~~~ A Poem

 

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Worries

Another sleepless night passes, body weary, sore

Worries scuttle through my mind, like rats seeking shadows

Gnawing at my peace, they scurry and never quite settle

Wondering if sleep will forever elude me

False friendships I find, bitter disappointment,

Worries have no place in their golden lives

They settle into mine, solid, unmoving it seems

Spirit tired, bruised, seeking the light

Words form, simple, telling, painful to say

Honest wishes, fading like mist into a sea of need

How to reach out, take hold, breath again

Alone, like the ticking of the clock at 3 am

Worries throbbing with the rhythm of my heart beat

Fast, erratic, hurtful as the backs turned to me

Silence thunders in my ears, close my eyes to the pain

I go on, I survive to lay sleepless another night

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His Pain ~~~ A Poem

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His Pain

He moans in his sleep,

as his pain is still there, ever vigilant

His eyes, empty when awake,

the body, thin, frail, bones jutting outward

Hands shaking, reaching, clawing for another pill

anything to make him forget for a few more moments

She watches, silently, nothing she can do

as she hides the only thing that makes his life bearable

Her memories, fading, being replaced with the man now

the smile forgotten, as it never shows itself anymore

Hands shaking, she doles out his daily dose of numbness

as he can’t be trusted to do it himself anymore

He talks of ending things, his pain, his numbness

She listens in fear, one day knowing it might come to pass

He shuffles, slippered feet helped with a cane

She watches and sighs silently, wanting to help, but can’t

He cries his tears of frustration, needing his life back,

She has no tears left, watching his life fade……..