Thunderstorm

A fierce thunderstorm just blew through.  Tornado watches were being broadcast and we were warned to stay indoors.  The winds were clocked at 50-60 miles per hour with hail reported in the surrounding area as large as golf balls.

The weather report pre-empted my tuning into the Oprah show this afternoon.  I watched through my living room windows as the wind picked up and started swirling around in squalling, gigantic rotations throughout the tops of the trees in my yard.  I actually felt a surge of fear–I remembered the infamous summer when three back-to-back hurricanes churned through our lives.

 

Thought I would write this short 100 word story on the fierce thunderstorm that blasted through here this afternoon.  They’re very common here in the warmer months.

Bougainvillea

Orange bougainvillea

Image by Keith Williamson via Flickr

I thought the bougainvillea

was frozen, dead and gone–

No more flower to gaze upon.

But when trimming it today

a bit of green was found.

Beauty for another spring!

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The Back Woods

Love Shack

Image by radianthorizon via Flickr

The woods were just steps from my own back door but

the foreboding they held could make my blood run cold.

A legend, a rumor, a spooky story was told

of the rickety shack that to this day stood there still.

SOMEONE HAD DIED THERE, A CHILD JUST LIKE ME.

All of us kids of the neighborhood had heard,

so we skirted its periphery while we played and explored.

The house was a small one and built out of wood

with four wide, wobbly steps that led up to the door.

The steps were now tilted and cracking with decay

and there was a large hole in the porch that had rotted away.

Some of the windows were shattered and busted

and those still intact were covered by years of thick dusting.

One day I was out there goofing around with my brother,

when he double-dog dared me to go touch the door.

He cajoled and enticed me with a promise of candy or such,

if I did the unthinkable and obeyed his request.

Well it took a lot of coaxing and prodding me on

but slowly I picked my way over those dilapidated steps.

And approaching my goal while shaking like a leaf,

I slowly reached out my hand with a great tremble and twitch,

when from somewhere behind me came a shrieking, bellowed shout–

“LOOK OUT FOR THE WITCH!!”

Well, with adrenaline surging, I was thrust into forward

and spun on my heels and flew over those stairs–

(right past that big oaf)

and sped all the way home–safe to the sofa.

Why did I listen to such a rotten brother as he, who was

always teasing and tormenting me?

I had wanted him to like me, to think I was brave

but finally I had learned my lesson that day:

YOU CAN NEVER TRUST THE DEPRAVED!

But in spite of our trepidation around that old house,

we kids had years of fun in those back woods of ours.

Making forts, climbing trees and just lounging about,

those days in the woods were a kid’s paradise.

And as we grew older, we learned the truth of that cottage,

it had just been abandoned–only deserted that’s all–

no mayhem had been committed there, never at all.

Entry for Thursday Poets’ Rally 42 :http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/


Unchanged

Halo, 22-degree halo, Solar Halo, 22 degree so...
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Unchanged

remains spirit–

joyful, unfettered, liberated,

forever free, and unchained,

deathless and limitless–

unbounded elation through delight.

Being peaceful brings awareness

~conscious~

Awareness brings peaceful being.

Delight through elation unbounded

limitless and deathless–

unchained and free forever,

liberated, unfettered, joyful–

spirit remains

unchanged.

 

My first word-unit palindrome poem and my entry for Monday Morning Writing Prompt:  Circular Poetry.  A palindrome can be read backward or forward. http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/03/28/monday-morning-writing-prompt-circular-poetry/#respond

 

No Parents’ Consent

There was a sharp rapping at the door–frantic and insistent.  I opened it to find the two children from next door.  The oldest, left in charge, was holding her brother’s arm with concern.  He had fallen and hit his head she said–their parents were out.

I immediately had the boy sit down while I ran to get a towel to hold to his bloody and bleeding head.

I drove him to the urgent care center and sat with him for two hours in the waiting room.  He snuggled against me.

Nothing could be done without his parents’ consent.

Flash Fiction of 100 words.  But it’s not fiction!

Self-Deception

The Empty Tree

Image by Martin Gommel via Flickr

Your appearance and your manner led me

to believe you were a principled  and virtuous man.

A man who held himself higher to a standard of tenets and views.

You went through the motions of devotion and precepts that I believed too.

But as time went by and you found yourself accomplished,

the true you emerged showing greed and narcissism.

The mask you hide behind is spirituality and an

intellect that plays deceitful and clever.

Your conceit and condescending behavior

was your downfall and now you have nothing.

Your delusion holds you fast in her grip;

you still believe you’re something you’re not.

You’re a shell of a ghost-white human

clinging tightly to illusions and fear.

 

Monday’s entry for Poetry Potluck; Lies, Deception and Misrepresentation; http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

Spring has Sprung

Multi-colored wild Lantanas (Lantana camaraflo...

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I could tell spring had sprung,

the lizards and frogs have thawed.

And the crickets have begun their

chirping in the early evening hours.

Little bits of greenery have sprouted

from the surrounding trees and flowers

which just weeks earlier were barren and

appearing done in by the freeze.

I’ve even discovered a chrysalis of

the beautiful Monarch butterfly which had

attached itself to the garden’s patch

of scraggly, lanky milkweed.

The lantana is an early bloomer and

has burst forth with multi-colored hues.

A morning mockingbird was perched on it

taking a break from singing the blues.

It’s a time of new beginnings even

from seeming death–life springs

eternal from the sacred and fertile earth.


Monday Morning Writing Prompt–It’s Spring!: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/03/20/monday-morning-writing-prompt-its-spring/#respond

Lyla Grace

Baby Shower Cupcakes

Image by clevercupcakes via Flickr

Attended a baby shower today

Lyla Grace will be joining us shortly

I’ve already seen what she looks like

With the new awesome technology.

She has her father’s lips!

 

Entry for Monkey Man’s Sunday 160: http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/

The Pistol

Glock 26

Image via Wikipedia

I groggily awakened and at once became aware of a dim, glow under the closed door coming from the hallway.  Hushed, muffled mumblings brought me to alertness.  My husband was away on business and I was alone–or so I thought.

Panic now washed over me.  I reached for the phone to dial 911 and simultaneously opened the drawer of the table next to the bed and slid my hand inside and around the handle of the Glock 26.

Soon a commotion outside the door told me the police had arrived and I was safe.

The pistol remained unused.

Flash Fiction of 100 words.  No, I know nothing about guns–it’s just a story.

Wet

wet

humid, soggy

flowing, dripping, streaming

damp, moist, arid, dusty

evaporating, dehydrating, parching

barren, thirsty

dry

A diamante poem.

 

Rescued Baby Hummingbird

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This is a baby hummingbird I rescued after it was attacked. The song is “Better Together” by Jack Johnson.

This is very, very sweet.  Just to be clear, I did not rescue this hummingbird.  A friend shared this with me from YouTube.

There Came A Day

pansy picture

There came a day

I took this way.

It changed my life profoundly.

Parents and teachers,

society and such

had taught me things

that didn’t resonate much.

I had been molded in a way

that wasn’t entirely me.

I wasn’t quite comfortable,

things didn’t make sense.

But I questioned and explored

and read books that awakened

and my mind increasingly

expanded with wisdom.

I came to reverberate with

a humming sound.

I was led to know things that were

identifiable to me that showed me a path

that more suited my vision.

A familiarity grew and comforted my soul.

A truth, an energy pulled me along–

I found my peaceful center.

I’ve let go of so much and

unlearned even more;

The less I cling to the higher I soar.

Entry for Thursday’s Poet’s Rally:  http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/

A Taste of India

Kohinoor is where we’re headed

For our preferred Indian meal.

We’ll commence our feast soon after we’re seated

With some mango and onion chutneys and crispy, fried papadam.

My beverage of choice is always a frothy, sweet lassi

Which helps soothe the heat of my spice-filled curry.

We’re ordering our favorite thali tonight that the two of us will share,

Offered with all the finest from appetizers to dessert.

We begin with pakoras those fritter-prepared vegetables

Followed by savory, delectable somosas–

Flaky, fried pastry stuffed with potatoes and peas.

The perfect mixture of spices assails my senses with glee.

Next comes the chana dal presented with fluffy basmati rice

Served alongside the aloo gobi and the palak paneer.

A yogurt cucumber raita also helps cool our palates.

Our favorite breads accompanies all this,

The onion kulcha and naan are both divine.

To finish it all up, but not the least

Is the creamy, sweet rice dish called kheer; a tasty

Pudding made with cardamom, raisins and nuts.

Oh, a taste of India, my soul’s earthly delight!

Poetry Potluck:  Food, Drink and Indulgence

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

No Referee Needed

My sister spent the night with me

We shared my king sized bed

We were children when

We last divvied up sides

We kept our feet to ourselves

No need for Mom to referee

Monkey Man’s Sunday 160:  http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/

 

The Versatile Blogger Award

Many thanks to being gifted The Versatile Blogger award by the following:

Becca Givens:  http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/

Fiveloaf:  http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/

Magher:  http://magdalenahermanstories.wordpress.com/

Lunawitch:  http://lunawitch15.wordpress.com/

Eclipseofthemoon:  http://eclipseofthemoon.wordpress.com/

Angela Cohan:  http://angelacohan321.wordpress.com/

Jingle:  http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2011/03/16/great-big-thanks-to-you-all-4-the-versatile-blogger-award/

Dragonkatet:  http://dragonkatet.wordpress.com/

7 random facts about myself:

1.  I was born and raised in Orlando, FL.

2.  I am one in a family of six children.

3.  I survived a crash down a mountain when the bus I was in lost its brakes.

4.  I love to feed the birds, and garden.

5.  I drive a little red Honda Civic.

6.  Sometimes I have to hold myself back from being too sarcastic.

7.  I was a nanny for two tiny children–the most rewarding job I ever had.

I’m passing the award to:

1.  Olivia http://oliviasbiopiclog.wordpress.com/

2.  Nanka http://nankablogs.blogspot.com/

3.  Sarah http://www.sarah-malik.in/

4.  Sumit http://myriad-sumit.blogspot.com/

5.  Viv http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/

6.  Bended Spoon http://bendedspoon.wordpress.com/

7.  Aleza http://azfree.wordpress.com/

8.  Krissie http://bowerwood55.blogspot.com/

9.  Paulo http://www.thewaytoshaolin.blogspot.com/

10. Lola http://lolamousedroppings.blogspot.com/

11. Lynn http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

12. Andy http://endlessriver.wordpress.com/

13. Cloaked Monk http://cloakedmonk.com/

14. Paula http://paulatohlinecalhoun1951.wordpress.com/

15. The Lonely Recluse http://lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com/

  1. Thank the person who awarded you and link back to them in your post.
  2. Tell 7 Random facts about yourself.
  3. Pass the award on to 15 new found bloggers.
  4. Contact each blogger you want to pass the award on to and let them know you’ve done so, and let the giver of your award know you accept it.

The History of the Parliament of World’s Religions

My two daughters were fortunate enough to be able to attend the Parliament of the World’s Religions that was held in Barcelona, Spain in 2004.  Here is a short video that tells the history of this important gathering between religious communities.

Elusive Ape Man

The sunrise was brilliant that morning. Such an odd day for them to be looking for the elusive ape man known in these parts to have only been spotted in the wee hours of morning before daybreak.

They set up their high-tech equipment that would provide them with the sounds that the creatures made that were inaudible to the human ear.  Each, with earphones tightly covering their ears and concentrating intently, was caught totally unaware when brutally grabbed from behind.  The last thing they heard was a piercing, howling snarl as they became early breakfast for the mysterious ape man.

 

My first Flash Fiction using 100 words and a prompt through Victoria’s Monday Morning Writing Prompt

.http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/monday-morning-writing-prompt-flash-fiction-3/#respond

The Perfect Poet Award

Meaningful writings

Delight and charm my spirit–

Appreciation

I am ever grateful for this generous acknowledgement and nominate Sarah Malik.

All streams flow to the sea…

Lao Tzu, traditionally the author of the Tao T...

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All streams flow to the sea

because it is lower than they are.

Humility gives it its power.

 

If you want to govern the people,

you must place yourself below them.

If you want to lead the people,

you must learn how to follow them.

 

The Master is above the people,

and no one feels oppressed.

She goes ahead of the people,

and no one feels manipulated.

The whole world is grateful to her.

Because she competes with no one,

no one can compete with her.

 

A quote from the “Tao te Ching” by Lao-tzu, translation by Stephen Mitchell.

I think many of our world’s leaders could govern themselves by these principals.

Once

Once having been a young beauty,

resentment had now pinched her

features and aged her by decades.

The gripping tightness around

what could not be had

changed her into something

repulsive and somehow alarming.

She had given up a life that had

limitless possibilities instead to

isolate her focus on another.

Someone who carelessly

used her and she thinking

it was affection, ended up devoting

the rest of her life to emptiness–

her days spent endlessly waiting

and hoping for that which will never be.

Now she spun lies and spoke words

of fantasy, too ashamed to admit

even to herself the daydream

that her life had become.


Thursday Poets Rally Week 39: http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/

Visitors

UFO

Spacecraft

Hovers low

Zaps me aboard

I find myself face to face with a grey.

Sit!

Lay down!

I am told

(No mouth is used)

Awaken with an implant in my head.

Home

Returned

Time is lost

Did it happen?

Maybe I’ve watched too many sci-fi films!


Many abductees describe aliens as grey humanoids, known as “greys”.


Poetry Potluck:  Cartoons, Sci-Fi and Superpowers:  http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-potluck-cartoons-sci-fi-and.html

The Celebrate Poet of Spring 2011 Award

Thank you to all who voted for me.  I am very humbled and honored to accept this gracious award.  And many thanks to Jingle and her team who support us so lovingly.

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