tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53995297426239009372024-02-18T21:03:29.427-05:00From Ashes to BeautyFinding myself through the written word...Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-27623394171277802912011-09-25T13:35:00.000-04:002011-09-25T13:35:42.469-04:00all packed and moving...Maybe the reason I haven't been able to post anything lately is because the original purpose of this blog has long deteriorated; the muse of this blog is buried, symbolically anyway. But I still want to write-therefore I'll be posting over <a href="http://www.cthrn-feaz.blogspot.com/">here</a> now; I'm thinking a completely fresh blog spot may rekindle my "pen."Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-72252734305795652032011-02-06T23:31:00.002-05:002011-02-06T23:32:23.996-05:00Another Starry Night...Staring out of the window <br />
resembling Van Gogh, <br />
prisoned in this asylum<br />
the voices-they come and go-<br />
this starry night not hopeless<br />
shall become her magnus opus<br />
<br />
<img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1183" height="269" src="http://onestoppoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Sean-hauntedGrainery.png" width="400" /><br />
This is a photo by Sean McCormick, highlighted in One Shoot Photography Sunday as a photo prompt. This <a href="http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-shoot-photography-sunday-interview-with-sean-mccormick-part-1-poetry-challenge.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OneStop-WherePoetsWritersMeet+%28One+Stop+-+Where+Poets+%26amp%3B+Writers+Meet%29">link</a> will take you there and introduce you to Sean. You can also read some other creative works and try your pen at one of your own. I also wrote mine in 160 characters for Monkey Man's <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-160-war.html">Sunday 160</a>. what can you say in 160 characters including spaces?Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-44081992470404400232011-02-04T23:52:00.000-05:002011-02-04T23:52:41.127-05:00Reality & The Ugly Truth...He parks his sleeping bag on the dirty corner walks<br />
His soul having been ravaged by life's stalks<br />
torture running through his mind; to himself he talks<br />
But no one looks his way<br />
afraid of what they'll hear him say<br />
afraid of the reality<br />
afraid of what their eyes might see...<br />
<br />
she wanders the darkened streets<br />
painted, in her high heels, short skirt on<br />
always searching the streets for her next John<br />
But no one looks her way<br />
afraid of what she might say<br />
afraid of the reality<br />
afraid of what their eyes might see...<br />
<br />
He was absent from school again today<br />
When he's there, there's not much he'll say<br />
wearing long sleeves, keeping the bruises hidden away<br />
But they look the other way<br />
afraid of what he might say<br />
afraid of the reality<br />
afraid of what their eyes could see...<br />
<br />
Maybe a smile, for a moment noticed<br />
just a helpful hand, nothing promised<br />
Could turn them towards the lives wished<br />
but not many will look their way<br />
afraid of what they might say<br />
afraid of what could be their reality<br />
afraid of the truth their eye's might see...<br />
<br />
**This was a post for <a href="http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/1201.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OneStop-WherePoetsWritersMeet+%28One+Stop+-+Where+Poets+%26amp%3B+Writers+Meet%29">Friday Poetically</a> which you can find over at <a href="http://onestoppoetry.com/">One Stop Poetry</a>. It's a black history month celebration, and Brian has provided us a beat to put words to. It sounded like so much fun, I couldn't pass it up. Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-92131188605953971032011-02-03T20:55:00.000-05:002011-02-03T20:55:15.527-05:00Diet (55)Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig<br />
for that brownie, I will beg<br />
Nutrisystem, Adkins diet<br />
I don't even wanna try it.<br />
How 'bout just a balanced meal<br />
the triangle still has appeal<br />
a cardboard box microwaved<br />
with no taste, but calories saved.<br />
(all this depraved)<br />
just some old fashioned exercise<br />
will keep you in the proper size.<br />
<br />
<br />
<img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78WNBFH0zWQKUlhr2PjvX8xq36Q9TrdYnm2BvB57XJ3FiV97drHWRJexcBQvYBIUBzKq9hzOzwJTuMg9mnEn7I-R0vNmaFZ6N-AaWNI-WSsH32DEyVL_7ANu3hv0EfpFXc6YzFP1VozEL/s320/skeleton+comic.gif" width="318" /> <br />
This is a <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-flash-55.html">Friday Flash 55</a> hosted by the entertaining G-man. Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-82433579819193167322011-02-02T23:38:00.003-05:002011-02-03T13:57:29.214-05:00That Old House of BrickIt was an old tired house of brick<br />
The one I grew up in<br />
With fourteen of us living there<br />
Oh, where should I begin?<br />
<br />
Mom made a lot of powdered milk<br />
Just one bathroom to share<br />
Spaghetti was our usual meal<br />
and never food to spare.<br />
<br />
A moment of peace unheard of<br />
While living with that crew<br />
But loneliness was not a toll<br />
And love I always knew.<br />
<br />
Grandpa was our babysitter<br />
Back in those childhood days<br />
He paid us our allowance too,<br />
Gram taught us to say grace.<br />
<br />
The oddest thing ‘bout Gram and Gramps<br />
Is that they were divorced.<br />
Yet living in the same household,<br />
Conformity unforced.<br />
<br />
My parents taught us to behave,<br />
and respect all others.<br />
My aunts and uncles lived with us,<br />
Three sisters, three brothers.<br />
<br />
With fourteen of us living there,<br />
Not hard to imagine<br />
It was an old tired house of brick<br />
The one I grew up in.<br />
<br />
<img height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xmqWGM0-uNmHh5o8GThlj_AEbhmfyUjd0L8mDf6-D_r8WlzogdatGxx6Axed5OsaKzUW_XuxVD1rmPuSj3L0x6Ug0VhXlf68VEOgkpbyV3jzIeAFvLGksXm8NOiNED8TnA9HubqxBxId/s320/IMG_6097a.jpg" width="239" /><br />
**this is a Magpie Tale, hosted by Willow. Follow the link <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/01/mag-51.html">here</a> to read some fabulous stuff or to write your own. I'm also linking up to <a href="http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-shot-wednesday-poetry-week-31.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OneStop-WherePoetsWritersMeet+%28One+Stop+-+Where+Poets+%26amp%3B+Writers+Meet%29">One Shot Wednesday</a>, a great place for poets to meet, share ideas and poems, and learn...Happy Wednesday =)Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-61586273385383943062011-01-31T11:03:00.000-05:002011-01-31T11:03:49.768-05:00A Longing for SpringShe stayed inside the house<br />
wrapped tight inside a fleece blanket<br />
with winter at her door<br />
she refused to go outside yet.<br />
<br />
Jack brought his yearly frost<br />
and laid it nearby her windows<br />
she refused to accept<br />
his gift of the icy arrows.<br />
<br />
He tried and tried for months<br />
to grasp hold of her attention<br />
seeking to win her favor<br />
with snowy manipulation.<br />
<br />
But she adored the sun<br />
basking in its bright earthly glow<br />
so she sat in longing<br />
for the warm star's returning show.<br />
<br />
Near the month of April<br />
Jack Frost went away defeated<br />
taking the ice and snow<br />
leaving the flowers and greens repleted.<br />
<br />
So her smile bloomed again<br />
when the earth blossomed in color<br />
her blanket slid away<br />
As she amused at spring's wonder.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://images2.snapfish.com/232323232%7Ffp53639%3Enu%3D32%3C%3A%3E9%3C2%3E%3B93%3EWSNRCG%3D3238%3C4%3C8427%3A9nu0mrj" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" caption="IMG_1407" height="266" hrfilesize="270" id="slideshowPicture" imgid="5739939254" imgoid="5739939254" incart="false" isfavorite="false" isownedone="true" isvideo="false" lrp="232323232%7Fjwvs%3C%3E%3Dvh6%2Fotf41jsc40dwv31uqcshluk0fqp%3C%3A2%3B2%3EfiuBRdvk%3F%3Enu%3D32%3C%3A%3E9%3C2%3E%3B93%3EWSNRCG%3D3238%3C4%3C8427%3A9nu0mrjAVvrtdihEhnoPdoh%3Fofp53639" name="slideshowPicture" pictureoid="5739939254" pictureowneroid="98790961" realheight="533" realsrc="http://images2.snapfish.com/232323232%7Ffp53639%3Enu%3D32%3C%3A%3E9%3C2%3E%3B93%3EWSNRCG%3D3238%3C4%3C8427%3A9nu0mrj" realwidth="800" sourcecode="DIG" src="http://images2.snapfish.com/232323232%7Ffp53639%3Enu%3D32%3C%3A%3E9%3C2%3E%3B93%3EWSNRCG%3D3238%3C4%3C8427%3A9nu0mrj" style="position: relative; visibility: visible;" tnheight="63" tnurl="http://images2.snapfish.com/232323232%7Ffp53634%3Evq%3D32%3C%3A%3E9%3C2%3E%3B93%3EWSNRCG%3D3238%3C4%3C8427%3A9vq0mrj" tnwidth="96" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggz0V1fhPcNrywMWYS8IgYCESRaGBZd4HIA08O6nnKTbtn328xyeQM6HRsh1-gB8nX5ataUV7xq78Nn93Yv3g8wWKkKFEsfzlt-gUi65LyKqLGX8nrqrV8ipdwprqnGFrCkgxbH25VxeZV/s1600/IMG_6023arrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggz0V1fhPcNrywMWYS8IgYCESRaGBZd4HIA08O6nnKTbtn328xyeQM6HRsh1-gB8nX5ataUV7xq78Nn93Yv3g8wWKkKFEsfzlt-gUi65LyKqLGX8nrqrV8ipdwprqnGFrCkgxbH25VxeZV/s400/IMG_6023arrow.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">**The winter blues were just about to do me in, and then we had sixty degrees the last few days! I think I might just make it to spring :). I wish they made a Tylenol for spring fever! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">**I'm linking up to <a href="http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/01/one-stop-poetry-form-monday-ballads.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OneStop-WherePoetsWritersMeet+%28One+Stop+-+Where+Poets+%26amp%3B+Writers+Meet%29">One Stop Poetry form-Ballads</a>; thought I would give it a shot. I'm also linking up to <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/01/mag-50.html">Magpie Tales 50</a>- an awesome place for writers to hone their skills, just write, and enjoy other creative pieces. Oh, and it's hosted by Willow. So now for the first time in over a month, I'm going to spend some time reading a few Magpie Tales...sometimes it's so nice to have a free moment or two :) Happy Monday, All. </div>Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-81738010303623431162011-01-30T19:00:00.003-05:002011-01-30T19:35:43.694-05:00Aloneloneliness smells like<br />
the bones of decay;<br />
it flurries about<br />
setting out to betray<br />
the heart that<br />
seeks a hand<br />
and two sets of <br />
footprints in the sand.<br />
<img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-764" height="400" src="http://onestoppoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/footprints.png" width="304" /><br />
**this is a post for <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-160-penny-for-your-thoughts.html">Sunday 160</a> hosted weekly by Monkey Man (what can you say in 160 characters including spaces?) and I'm also linking up for One Shoot Sunday's photo prompt. Find the link <a href="http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/01/one-shoot-photography-sunday-interview-with-iquanyin-moon-poetry-challenge.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OneStop-WherePoetsWritersMeet+%28One+Stop+-+Where+Poets+%26amp%3B+Writers+Meet%29">here</a>.Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-58439755575481100612010-12-12T12:40:00.000-05:002010-12-12T12:40:23.072-05:00Birthday in 160my nephew is turning six<br />
a milestone with emotions mixed.<br />
He travels through life<br />
with endless passion<br />
and an abundance of energy<br />
I wish I could cash in.<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNKpthpeRtHfFFh3TJIa0GRHnwrnVaztfgC0R9F1qRN_JyVVWVSFDOYRw47Ld6KAlp2P4FlmX6MKLwsWHSbvTOBqe7RVO4ZaZNKjegKfXmY1nb21c2bq4S3ioDgNGOId-BBtQD-gcomU/s1600/Picture+10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNKpthpeRtHfFFh3TJIa0GRHnwrnVaztfgC0R9F1qRN_JyVVWVSFDOYRw47Ld6KAlp2P4FlmX6MKLwsWHSbvTOBqe7RVO4ZaZNKjegKfXmY1nb21c2bq4S3ioDgNGOId-BBtQD-gcomU/s320/Picture+10.png" width="320" /></a><br />
**It's hard to believe I have shared almost six years with my beautiful nephew already. Time sure does fly. If I were to ever have my own son, I'd want a replica of my nephew :) Happy Sunday, everyone.<br />
this is a post for Sunday 160 hosted by <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-160-cymbal-of-excellence.html">Monkey Man</a>. What can you say in 160 characters including your spaces? I'm also linking up to One Stop's Sunday picture prompt. check out the challenge <a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/congratulations-to-one-stop-poetrys.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OneStop-WherePoetsWritersMeet+%28One+Stop+-+Where+Poets+%26amp%3B+Writers+Meet%29">here</a>.Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-35370143005950971172010-12-05T14:37:00.000-05:002010-12-05T14:37:01.732-05:00Snowing 160Soft white butterflies<br />
now cascading to earth<br />
Oh such pretty<br />
white flakes this cold gave birth<br />
inches of silver torrent <br />
nuzzle grass like a new<br />
garment <br />
<img height="271" id="il_fi" src="http://www.paraglidingholidays.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/snow-004.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="328" /> <br />
** this is a post for <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-160-frozen-fire.html">Sunday 160</a> hosted by <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/">Monkey Man</a>. what can you say in 160 characters (including spaces)? Give it a try :)Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-21681451785366496392010-12-02T22:13:00.001-05:002010-12-02T22:17:30.750-05:00where for art thou, summer? (55)you could cut off my fingertips<br />
and use them for ice<br />
that's how cold it is;<br />
Ms.Winter never plays nice.<br />
my nose looks like <br />
it is Rudolph's twin<br />
and the coat I'm wearing <br />
is much too thin.<br />
If I must endure <br />
I'll have to inquire <br />
please warm me up<br />
and start me a fire.<br />
<img height="448" id="il_fi" src="http://www.bgstudios.com/images/ColdDay.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="401" /><br />
**this is a Friday Flash 55 hosted by <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/">Mr. Knowitall (G-man)</a>. I think winter is making her entrance...Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-74917037790023872302010-12-01T11:48:00.004-05:002010-12-01T12:28:05.743-05:00Insomnia and ChangeRestlessness takes hold<br />
it's one am in the morning<br />
a cyclone of thoughts<br />
storm my mind in warning<br />
as the tornado outside<br />
my window is forming.<br />
the rain beats down on my<br />
windowsill and the wind<br />
is loudly howling as I<br />
lay in my bed, chaotic thoughts<br />
seeping through closed eyes.<br />
Visions of the vintage past<br />
mixed with what the future<br />
could bring, the question remains-will I at last<br />
be able to release what I endlessly grasp<br />
and allow for the next unknown forecast?<br />
<img height="300" src="http://www.desktoprating.com/wallpapers/nature-wallpapers-pictures/lighting-and-tornado-storm-wallpaper.jpg" width="400" /><br />
<br />
*This is a <a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-shot-wednesday-poetry-week-22.html">One Shot Wednesday</a> post. Stop by for a visit if you're interested in posting some of your own delightful poetry and/or looking to read some delightful poetry from others.<br />
*the photo came from the always faithful, "Google Images"Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-81496978554388678482010-11-23T10:17:00.002-05:002010-11-23T10:21:46.149-05:005 Hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes...5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes<br />
How do you measure your life in a year?<br />
is it determined with laughter, forgiveness<br />
or measured with your tears?<br />
<br />
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes<br />
How do you assess your life in a year?<br />
with friendship and family<br />
or trophies that you bare?<br />
<br />
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes<br />
How do you mark your life in a year?<br />
with materials and treasures<br />
or with love that you've shared?<br />
<br />
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes<br />
How do you size up your life in a year?<br />
with volunteering and caring,<br />
or ornamenting your hair?<br />
<br />
in daylights with family, in seasons of love<br />
in laughters and smiles, in friendships so dear<br />
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred journeys to plan<br />
that's how a life should measure a year.<br />
<br />
<img height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR03gkKEYnokuAMjlyUi7cnYPjVdeAjr2R1z7BplzNJMVJT5tjE2XuZOUS7zxL6WNqlG8RjDGUmaqcVdDvyitVq8xTH7VozNtU_eIrDBPTDp-B0GJ0lnFVJGvjLBTs5ZhY1jc_6Cca2ISw/s320/IMG_5321aa500.jpg" width="238" /> <img height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiye-KN6ipHnpy88pw-Ww413NxXOyoTx68VW-1aZDUQWSjKEEfsueA3d3qYODiDk-M_hGDNgz5HyQUi8JUIVOHRYvht91J3loBoY5M2cKboMTA5OHXO28-HOwFTYijRQi5hYvgB6Ty9fTJD/s320/IMG_5330a500.jpg" width="240" /><br />
** This week, I did a little spin off of my favorite song from the musical <u>Rent</u>, "Seasons of Love". If you'd like to listen to it, click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp5Eyt7knus">here</a>. I'm posting this for Magpie Tales <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2010/11/mag-41.html">41</a> and <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2010/11/mag-42.html">42</a>...I was a little too late to get in on 41 this week, so I figured I'd double up. Magpie tales is hosted by the ever talented, <a href="http://willowmanor.blogspot.com/">Willow</a>. I'll be posting this to <a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/">One Shot Wednesday</a> also, a great place for poets to write, read, and meet many talented others. Hope everyone celebrating has a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving holiday!Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-27139068471966812172010-11-21T21:01:00.001-05:002010-11-21T21:04:19.658-05:00Happy Thanksgiving (160)pumpkin pies, turkey, rolls,<br />
and sweet potatoes<br />
these are a few of my<br />
favorite things, but I<br />
believe family-n-friends the reason<br />
to be thankful this season.<br />
<img height="314" src="http://studenthacks.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/thanksgiving.jpg" width="400" /><br />
<br />
<img height="266" src="http://blogs.msdn.com/blogfiles/hegenderfer/WindowsLiveWriter/Itsthemostwonderfultimeoftheyear_822B/cbrown_thanksgiving_big%5B2%5D.jpg" width="400" /><br />
**this is a Sunday 160 hosted by the delightful, <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/">Monkey Man</a>. What can you say in 160 characters (including spaces)? Take a trip over there and try it out :) Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. P.S. I found the pics on Google images...Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-80136019884230311572010-11-18T19:44:00.000-05:002010-11-18T19:44:38.743-05:00New job jitters...in 55I have stretched my wings<br />
and undone my solace belt,<br />
then danced towards a<br />
change that my heart felt.<br />
and with this new direction<br />
there does come loss<br />
but also there is a little<br />
growth I shall come across.<br />
My fears, they will no<br />
longer hold me back-<br />
From this change, I<br />
will not backtrack.<br />
<img src="http://forums.techguy.org/attachments/160848d1259959779/political-pictures-astronaut-job-satisfaction.jpg" /><br />
**I posted this for Friday Flash 55 hosted by the entertaining, <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/">G-Man</a>. In the next three weeks, I will be starting a new position at a completely new hospital. Since I have only ever worked at my current hospital since becoming a nurse almost nine years ago, I'm a little nervous. And very excited.Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-91627291771665427612010-11-17T23:46:00.000-05:002010-11-17T23:46:04.041-05:00Rainy day runningA hazy mist blankets the sky.<br />
sky of ashen cornflower cast,<br />
cast a fall bronze, florid glow.<br />
glow which blurs into the past.<br />
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amid the nipping humidity,<br />
humidity that makes my hair curl,<br />
curl the legs. One after the other<br />
other after the other, my legs unfurl.<br />
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my heart begins to rush<br />
rush of breaths entering my lungs<br />
lungs open, breath deep<br />
deep into my run I'm flung.<br />
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my mind starts to clear<br />
clear the route for reflection.<br />
reflection hints me towards harmony.<br />
Harmony guides me to revolution.<br />
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And the past is blurred into the fog<br />
fog that leaves the ashen mist;<br />
mist perfect for a run, and I feel...<br />
...feel like I'm Heaven kissed.<br />
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** this week, I tried playing with the Loop Poem form for <a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/">One Shot Wednesday</a>, an excellent place to post and read poetry. Head over there to meet some fantastic writers :)Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-53734949413497774112010-11-15T11:31:00.001-05:002010-11-15T11:36:46.777-05:00From Stone to Stone...Born from a stone was he<br />
the immortal, transforming monkey<br />
king.<br />
He challenged the emperor of Jade<br />
the authority of heaven, earth, and sea<br />
give him a powerful title, he bade.<br />
The emperor granted his wish<br />
but only as a mere stable aide<br />
when the monkey realized<br />
he'd been swindled<br />
His trust in the kingdom<br />
dwindled<br />
he used his powers of<br />
transformation<br />
to wreak havoc on the<br />
emperor's congregation.<br />
when he couldn't be caught<br />
and was victorious in<br />
the battles he fought,<br />
the kingdom finally agreed<br />
to give him the title he sought.<br />
But his mischievous nature<br />
was too much to contain<br />
so he began to cause trouble in<br />
Heaven again.<br />
The armies continued to forfeit<br />
gaining control of this immortal pundit<br />
so, the heavens begged for Buddha's aide<br />
to stop the monkey's disastrous raid.<br />
In the end, The monkey king lost<br />
a wager with Buddha at a great cost.<br />
He was banished to earth as it appears-<br />
remaining pressed under a mountain for 500 years.<br />
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**this is a post for <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2010/11/mag-40.html">Magpie Tales 40</a> hosted by the wonderful, <a href="http://willowmanor.blogspot.com/">willow</a>. Go on a journey over there to discover some wonderfully talented writers and to post some of your own wonderfully talented writing...Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-91189745612956421932010-11-14T20:43:00.001-05:002010-11-14T20:44:50.434-05:00a moment's 160Moments pass by quick<br />
we must learn to enjoy each tick<br />
don't stress about tomorrow<br />
or get stuck in yesterday's sorrow.<br />
yesterday is gone;<br />
tomorrow may not come<br />
<img height="300" src="http://phpsqlitecms.net/media/sunrise.jpg" width="400" /> ** I borrowed the picture from Google :)<br />
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**this is a Sunday 160 hosted by <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/">Monkey Man</a>. What can you say in 160 characters (including spaces)? If you'd like to play along or just want to visit and check it out, look around <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2010/11/spinning-sunday-160.html">here</a>. It's challenging and fun!Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-11143784497444092812010-11-08T20:21:00.004-05:002010-11-08T20:25:04.776-05:00He's no Al Capone...What an arrogant pheasant<br />
that cock is never pleasant<br />
discounts all his faults<br />
performs his cockerel waltz<br />
chest puffed out, wing down<br />
strutting around<br />
like he's the only man in town<br />
but a surprise is coming for our pal<br />
he'll soon be a capon (no not Al)<br />
for we all must surely know<br />
meat is much tender once the testes go. <br />
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**I was doing a little research on roosters to get some ideas. I learned something new. Some roosters are purposely castrated-they call them capons. This leads to making them more docile and causing them to become fat. And this in turn makes the meat juicier and more tender-less stringy. <br />
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**this is a Magpie Tale hosted by the talented, Willow. Visit <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2010/11/mag-39.html">here</a> to post one of your own or to just enjoy reading the endless talent of the others. You won't be disappointed.Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-53601673638241480062010-11-06T11:25:00.001-04:002010-11-06T11:26:19.075-04:00I've got the fevermy gore is soaked with mania<br />
fever came torching my brain<br />
in a<br />
sneaky, slow, attack on me<br />
and brought with it a malady.<br />
my teeth are quivering<br />
delirium has me shivering<br />
my skeleton is aching<br />
my burning lungs are breaking<br />
you can hear it in my bark<br />
the flu is making its mark.<br />
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my lips' life sentence<br />
superficial as the epidermis<br />
a fib to my quintessence<br />
I paste on this expression<br />
misrepresentation of my core<br />
witnessed too much recession<br />
for it to be much more.<br />
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**A poem for <a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/">One Shot Wednesday</a>. Take a gander over there; it is a great place to post your poetry, get some feedback, meet some talented poets, and read some fantastic treats.<br />
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The fall air is brisk and clean. Rippling around me, the light breeze tosses my hair back. I pull my coat a little tighter. My imagination is free and running wild. What are these people's stories? How did they die? How did they live? I wonder, did their dreams come true? Did they die only after living a full life? Were their days cut short, sudden? I wish I could talk to them; I'd ask their advice on what they would do different. I'd ask if they ever found the answer to the meaning of life.<br />
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I walk past a simple headstone reading "Sally...our beloved. Born August 13th 1942, death August 16th 1942." Sadness enveloped me momentarily. I can only imagine the overwhelming grief of the parents. Did the crib claim this precious gift? I think about all the things that could have. If only she'd been born this decade, her life may have been spared.<br />
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As I continue my leisured stroll, I come upon two twin headstones mere feet apart. "George William Lee-born December 5th, 1975-died October 31st, 2009" was engraved into the first. And in the second, "Deborah Jean Lee-born June 15th, 1976-died October 31st, 2009." Was this a Romeo and Juliet tragedy? A murder-suicide? It could have been a tragic accident claiming both their lives. Were they together still wherever their souls landed? I imagined them hand in hand through life, death, and in their afterlife. <br />
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As the sun began to set, I'd realized I'd been walking, reading, thinking for hours. It was time for me to go and I knew there was one more stone I needed to visit. This stone's history I knew. No matter how often I visited, It always took me a long time to work up the strength to make my way over. Finally, I lifted my feet one by one in that direction. As I lifted my eyes toward the stone, I caught a glimpse of his transparent silhouette sitting there. My breath caught. His eyes met mine, his face smiled, his hands held my favorite white rose. I knew my imagination had been in overdrive for a few hours, so instinctively I blinked. When my eyes opened, he was gone. <br />
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For just a second, I could have sworn he had been there. Memories flooded my eyes. He brought me a white rose on our first date, and I instantly fell in love with his smile. A year later, we had white roses at our wedding, and a year later, we had white roses at his funeral. I will never forget the night of our anniversary and the sound as he turned the car that fateful night to receive the impact of the oncoming devastation. He saved my life in more ways than one, and now his was gone. <br />
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So, this is the place I visit him everyday. I take a deep breath and walk towards the headstone. I try to be strong for him; I've accepted his choice even though I miss him more with every passing minute. I feel his presence more today than usual, but it must be my heart playing tricks on me. I make it to his resting place. And I see it. There, where he was sitting moments ago in my imagination, lay a single white rose...<br />
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** this is a Magpie Tale (# 38 to be exact) and it is hosted by the marvelous, Willow. Visit <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2010/10/mag-38.html">here</a> to read some terrific posts and to post one yourself. It is a great place for writers of all walks to hang out and/or post something of their own.Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-61635586716091905872010-10-31T21:31:00.001-04:002010-10-31T21:33:09.418-04:00Happy Halloween...a family ghost story.she was watching<br />
"Friday the 13th" part I,<br />
fearless on old Hallow's Eve.<br />
Alone in the living room.<br />
Babysitting her younger brother<br />
who was at play in the basement.<br />
Her mom's black penny loafers<br />
resting at the bottom of the staircase<br />
that lead from the living room<br />
to the upstairs bedroom.<br />
Suddenly they began to<br />
step by step climb the stairs.<br />
"clomp, clomp, clomp"<br />
they slowly ascended.<br />
Upon reaching the top, they<br />
tumbled right back to the bottom.<br />
Suddenly, a scream enveloped the room<br />
as her younger brother came running<br />
up from the basement.<br />
A bright red hand print<br />
spread boldly across his cheek.<br />
"Something down there slapped me..."<br />
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They return home from their grown up<br />
Halloween party.<br />
The house is dark and quiet. <br />
what had those kids been up to?<br />
With a flick of his wrist, father<br />
turns on the light upon entering the house<br />
and mother screams at<br />
the sight spread out before them....<br />
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**Happy Halloween. My mother use to tell us all sorts of ghost stories that she witnessed in a little house growing up with her five brothers and sister. She swears her mom's shoes ascended the stairs by themselves. She swears her mom's purse lifted itself from the coffee table in front of her and her brother's eyes, she swears that her younger brother got slapped by an invisible spirit while playing in the basement alone, she swears doorknobs would spin by themselves, and she swears that some invisible person walked towards her in her bedroom one night that she was home alone...my gram invited a priest over, and he told them evil spirits were haunting the house and out to get my mom's soul. Nice, huh? Was my mom just a vivid storyteller...or did she grow up in a haunted little house with spirits wreaking havoc on her soul?? <br />
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apple cider, and chicken dumplings<br />
the weather still fairly warm<br />
with the sun rays<br />
but gets a bit chilly<br />
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</div><div>**this is a post for Sunday 160 hosted by <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/">Monkey Man</a>. What can you say in 160 characters (including spaces)? Try it and see. Visit the original 160 <a href="http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-160.html">here</a>.</div>Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-82877756118544203512010-10-14T20:35:00.000-04:002010-10-14T20:35:27.769-04:00Exhaustion in 55...my eyes are sagging and<br />
my brain's buzzing dull.<br />
I feel like there's<br />
just a big rock in<br />
my skull.<br />
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my arms and legs<br />
they're tired and limp,<br />
with no energy to share<br />
i feel like a blimp.<br />
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Heck I don't even know<br />
what i just said.<br />
Guess I should really<br />
just go to bed.<br />
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write something in 55 words, post it, and then go tell G-Man by visiting <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/">here</a>. He hosts the weekly Friday Flash 55 :)Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399529742623900937.post-43842142193628704182010-10-13T20:27:00.000-04:002010-10-13T20:27:10.262-04:00A Bee's Romance<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">He flew courageously</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">around the feast</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">meticulous in his task</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">persistently coming back.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">with each swish of </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">my hand, he would dodge</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and soon return to land</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">on my plate to steal a </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">piece for</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"> his own.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I watched intrigued</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">as he </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">gathered</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">a small bit of </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">tomato with his claws</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and tucked it securely</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">in his jaws.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Off he flew </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and I could only </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">imagine he was taking </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">the prize to his queen.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Returning for seconds</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">this time gathering</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">a small broccoli</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">floret and tucking it</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">away, flying away to </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">the receiver of his gift.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">making a final attempt</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">he snagged a </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">piece of cheese</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">as my salad disappeared</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">before my eyes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">What a romantic</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">display of loyalty and </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">affection I was privy to </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">witness as a little</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">yellow jacket risked</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">life and wing</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">to take a few treasures</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">to his queen.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><img alt="bee" height="320" src="http://www.digimanie.cz/galerie/files/2/5/8/9/8/5/bee.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">** I found this beautiful photo on picsearch.com. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">**At lunch during work today, we ate outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. I had a yellow jacket companion who had the same idea. I had no idea bees were interested in human food, but he stole right from my plate three times-he even nibble on my leftover chicken breast-as I was watching. Each time flying off with his prize only to return for more...that's bravery. His hive's honey may be tasting a little tomato-ey this year. He's lucky it was my plate he gathered from; I'm afraid anyone else might have ended his thieving days. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">**this is a post for One Shot Wednesday. Visit <a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-shot-poetry-wednesday-week-15.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+On">here</a> to post some of your own creativity and read some other fantastic pieces. It's a great place to go for community and encouragement. </span></span></div>Catyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.com10