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I Should Have Listened To My Mother

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"The past can't see you, but the future is listening." ~Terri Guillemets

Pearls of Wisdom

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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls. ~Honore de Balzac

Like Broken Glass

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"Pain is pain, hurt is hurt, fear is fear, anger is anger, and it has no color."  ~Iyania Vanzant




There is a saying in recovery, "hurt people hurt people".  I used to think I understood what it truly meant and felt that I did not apply to it in any way.  I always considered those around me and their feelings in all my actions, but it seems that I have been mistaken.
It has been over a year now since I went through my last divorce.  It was my second unsuccessful marriage, and it was in my actions after that time that this truth become clear to me like a freshly cleaned window.
There are all kinds of ways we can hurt people in this life.  It is not just done directly by a gun, blunt object, or the tongue.  We can inflict all kinds of damage to others just by the choices we make for ourselves.  The man a woman chooses to marry, if he is not a man of integrity and kindness, can possibly down the road be an abusive father, or simply a poor example of what a man is supposed…

To Comfort the Soul

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The Mag #243

"Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is." ~ Nadine Gordiner
I have always longed for a great love
 to comfort my soul.
 One that would nourish
 every need inside and out.
 Inspire the best and with grace
 make the worst disappear.
  A devotion that would
 cradle like a soft crocheted sock
 and protect my very stance
 from the greatest of stumbling.
 Yet, in my search what I have truly found is  that the only one that can fulfill
 these needs within my soul is God,
and in my foolishness I reach out to man,
again and again at no avail.
It is in the hard fall
that I find the comfort of God.

Lovely Is the Fall

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The Mag # 242

If Heaven made him — earth can find some use for him. ~Chinese Proverb

There are many ways we lose thing in this life, like a tree loses leaves in the autumn wind. It is not just death that steals from the heart what could or might have been.
More than just a fire can take a house and tear the home right down, as many trade winds that blow can carry the leaves until they hit the ground.
I did not realize what I had lost until the midst of winter's hardest cold though you had been falling long before the autumn's rustling winds could blow.
Yet, for everything that is lost, something else new can be retrieved.   There is a lesson spread upon the path that sounds out like rustling leaves.

One man's fall can be a guide post for another's future steps in this life
for even loss and hurt serve a greater purpose to inspire a walk that's truly right.




My sponsor once asked me why I could not give my son and his addiction over to God.  For a long time I could not…

A Whisper In a Hailstorm

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Now I know, a refuge never grows
from a chin in the hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
~Indigo Girls

 At a glance, you cannot see a shadow in the dark. Its beginnings are as undefined as recognizing one face in a crowd. For no eyes have ever taken awe at a  painting halfway done. Its colors are as obscure as the misunderstood ring of a vaguely uttered sound. Listing, you cannot hear a whisper in a hailstorm. Its vibrations vanish in the wind unnoticed as a sigh of regret. For a heart has never been moved by an act of complacency. Its message is as uninspiring as words that were never said. Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Open Link Monday"

Blink of an Eye

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Self-portrait, Vivian Maier

The Mag #241


Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past. ~H.F. Hedge

It is in the moment of the click and flash as I focus on what's before me that the past flashes before my eyes
all memories exposed like film
and I zoom in and click
over and over again
at shutter speed
hoping
for a better
picture than the one before
yet it is so easy to blink
and capture myself
again with my eyes closed.



The future is a dark room where the film has not developed yet.  All the photographs that we took in the past are in progress waiting to become clear.  Only we can develop the negatives.  For our lives are a photograph that both leaves traces of our passage, and leads to our destination. 

Fulfillment Is Like A Dixie Cup

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 "There are people who have money and people who are rich." ~Coco Chanel


If I were wealthy with more money than I could spend
and beautiful like Mona Lisa attracting all the men
with fame like Marilyn and grace like Fred Astaire
I would have everything I wanted and no worries nor cares
but if I am soberly honest and think it through like a queen
I am certain that this wealth would not truly change a thing
cause no matter where I live be it a mansion or a trailer park
I will still have worries and can still have a broken heart
in fact the deepest problems could possible get bigger to
for the more you got the more you truly got to lose
so pour my champagne in a Dixie cup and fill it to the top
I don't need a crystal goblet I am happy with what I got.


Fulfillment is like a Dixie cup that fills up rather fast
a little is sufficient when you have a fuller glass.


What gives you the greatest fulfillment in yo…

Light Is A Lover With Long Blonde Hair

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 Linking with Poetry Pantry #221 at Poet's United Thank you Mary. 


Light, God's eldest daughter...  ~Thomas Fuller

Light is a lover with long blonde hair she reaches out like an heiress full of beauty yet no cares.
Her touch is warm and soothing that lies full weight upon the skin  as she looks hard in your direction but she will never let you in.
She holds a subtle power that overtakes the darkest place bringing forth a certain glory though you will never view her face.



Speed Racer

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Photo credit Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Flash Fiction 55" The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. ~C.S. Lewis 55 words below: Here I am fifty one not everyone in my family makes it that far I guess you could say I am winning a race I did not know I was running trying to get to the finish line I just want to make it there without getting there even faster than the speed of light. 

Lonely Is A Velvet Chair

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 Linking with Poetry Pantry #220
"Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty."  ~Mother Teresa

In the old house I grew up in, there was an antique velvet chair that sat in the corner of the living room draped with a sheet. It was never used as far as I could tell.  Mother said it was too fine a chair to be dirtied up by our sweaty little bodies. So there it stood ,while I sat on the floor to watch television.
Years later after she passed away, the chair ended up in my grandparent's garage once again draped with a sheet. I came across it searching for old photos of my family. I had spent many nights there at my grandparent's and other friend's houses throughout that difficult time.

Looking back now, I realize it was simply my Dad's way of protecting me from the emptiness that so filled our home. I suppose he did not understand that loneliness is not merely solidarity, for I learned then, that it is also magnified b…

Like the Unfolding of a Flower

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a storm to move mountains by Brook Shaden click here


I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"

Linking with dVerse for the Brook Shaden prompt and with Poetry Jam "clouds" prompt

Like the changes we face in life, clouds can represent the passions of the heart.  They can be soft to the eyes on a peaceful day, and then full of darkness and bolts of lightning in a thunderstorm.
Life is full of changes like the sky can be filled with clouds; each one unique and ever evolving into something more.


 Clouds evolve like the unfolding of a flower from a bud into a full bloom
and so do our hopes and passions in life they spark within and then evolve into view  like the vapors that make up the clouds these hopes and cares we hold dear stay alive this magnificent move from sea to air is part of the growth of what makes us truly thrive.





The Water's Reflection

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Google Images For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
~e.e. cummings

The Unspoken

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Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.  ~Virginia Woolf

Bending Over Backwards

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Open link Monday"
"Suffering isn't ennobling, recovery is."  ~Christiaan Barnard




 I am not an agile person physically.  I could never do a back bend and land on my feet, nor even do a forward roll or somersault.  Yet when it comes to the matters of the heart and relationships, I will mentally do  an acrobatic dismount off the high beam followed by a cartwheel and the splits.  All the while smiling as if it is an easy feat, but inside I will be groaning with pain.  It is a behavior that I have acted out for years.  So like a heavy oak branch, it is a habit that will not be easy to break. 


One night a few weeks ago I had plans to go to dinner with a dear friend of mine.  I have been sharing my car with my son who was home with my car and she was going to pick me up from work and then take me to my ride so that we could meet up at a farther location to go out to eat.  As I got into her car I real…

Harvest of the Brave

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Linking with Poetry Jam for Mary's prompt "Harvest Time"
Our battle-fields, safe in the keeping
Of Nature's kind, fostering care,
Are blooming, - our heroes are sleeping, -
And peace broods perennial there.
~John H. Jewett


We gather our fallen like crop in the field and then set them up in rows. Those that bore the burden of fighting freedom's greatest foes.
They stood among the strongest and brave upon the land and gave the greatest sacrifice for liberty of fellow man. An offering of plenty that no civilian can give back providing for generations the rights that only heroes grant.  Now we reap the benefit of the harvest of the brave so let us give the offering reverence and live a life that's great.

Open Your Present

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The Mag #237

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I am with you kid. Let's go."
 ~Maya Angelou




They say that when you are riding in an airplane with a child that the proper procedure for emergency oxygen is to put the mask on yourself first and then on the child.  If you put it on the child first you may pass out before you can manage to get both safely on.  Then you are not conscious to make sure that the child keeps their mask in place or protect them in general.  This action proves to be true in more situations in life than just aircraft emergency codes. 

We get so caught up in trying to take care of those around us that we forget that if we do NOT take care of our self, that we are not much use in the care of someone ELSE.  We survive instead of thrive.  I believe that many women suffer from this mishap.  Instead of gaining strength and growing from rejuvenating in the light that God gave us first, we set our cares utterly aside and carry on the mission of lig…

The Mistress and a Man

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The Mag #236 "What is to give light must endure burning."  ~Viktor Frankl We hold a certain attraction the two of us. I need to be needed and you need too much. My light keeps reaching without falter or rest as you love the luxury of being my returning guest. To be your beacon is what I always yearn yet I am the recipient of my constant burn. We have a certain attraction like a light and a moth for I long to sustain you, but you cannot be caught.


No I am not having an affair with a married man.  I just thought that the wording in first person held more power.  The picture represented a painful relationship to me and I went with it in this direction.  That's my story and I am sticking to it.
What do you see when you look at the prompt?

Calling All Bloggers

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Google Images This is an official SOS....I have a blogging question and figured someone out there can help me with it.  I have tried to figure it out at no avail, and am ready to ask for help.
 This is my question:
 How do you add "You Might Also Like" at the bottom of your posts.
 I have fiddled and fiddled with it and I give up.

HELP!?%$@*

Pretty Please of course :-)

The Brilliant Teacher

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Starry Night by Alex Ruiz The Mag #234 "When it is dark enough, you can see the stars." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Every soul is a brilliant student and teacher  like the stars in the midnight sky. Each endeavor we undertake  is a shimmering example be it wrong or be it right. All the decisions one man can manufacture
are a beacon for those willing to truly view
and they become a bright lesson of guidance
of what another man should never do.


For our lives are a monument on display
 like a planetarium or chalk board at school,
and our actions profess the truths
that speaks for both scholars and for fools.








One thing I have learned over the years watching people and taking a closer look into my own mirror is this:


We all are teachers in this life.  We advise others not just in our triumphs but also in our mistakes.   Like stars in the midnight sky we shine bright when it is dark.  Adversity and how we handle it can be the most brilliant teacher of all.  It enlightens understanding much faster than …

A Fragile Force

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Map for the Moon

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 Linking with Poetry Jam for the "Paths" prompt. "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." ~Buddha 


I have never held a map for the moon within my hands
though I have journeyed there just the same.
With empty pockets and no compass for land
heading to uncharted territory with no title nor claim.

The future holds a ticket that I lost somewhere in the past
a place I don't belong but revisit with tourists and fools.
Fishing for food with a line I could never cast
hoping for amnesty due to bending a thousand rules.

 Lessons are like a dirt road that have pebbles under our feet
we learn to step on them gently and where not to step.
For life has a way of providing the trial that will teach
yet it is up to us to gain knowledge and utilize the test.


Sometimes the lesson that is hardest to learn is the" not" instead of the "do".  What not to do or not to go.  In recovery they talk a lot about insanity, and wh…

A Mighty Force

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Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, by R.A.D. Stainforth
The Mag# 233
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land or life, if freedom fail?
~Ralph Waldo Emerson



The grand escape of bondage's chains
 is carried by swift feet to a better place.
We untie the knots and cut what binds
 with bloody hands in record time.

Risking capture we press on brave
forging for freedom through wind and rain.

Freedom's hope is not a faint of heart force
that sails forward no matter how rough the course.

It has a message that whispers not
it yells of liberty and never stops.

For anything that stands in it's way
is risking downfall for freedom's sake.



The will to survive is a mighty force, so when our life and liberties are in danger all the courage our soul possesses carries us through to escape the hands of peril where they lay.  Like adrenaline increases our strength to lift a car off a mother's leg, our deep longing to breathe in the place we feel we belong empowers us to defy the odds before us…

The Daring Exploration

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"Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door."  ~ Emily Dickinson

It is a noble yet desperate search the exploration  we launch in the names of fulfillment and happiness an excavation into the deepest of passions  like a worm hole in the sand. burrowing to the distant shores of man longing for a verse that defines us and a dream that makes beautiful the ugliness of regret's disdain taking back the loss and filling it with something more for brother sister lover and friend you and I and yesterday's elderly  the dead poets and all children's hopes each worthy of the call the voice of humanity it is an echo of longing's song that rings out far beyond the grave.

Linking with Imaginary Gardens and with Poets United








Dress Code Misshap

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Linking with Wordless Wednesday


To Bear the Burden

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"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear."  ~ C S. Lewis


Grief is a long and heavy coat
 that winter cannot bear by itself.

It carries into the heat of summer
 stealing youth's folly and it's wealth.

It tarries through to autumn
where November's rains turn to snow

and tears not yet fallen wait
for remembrance to let them go.

Time lightens it's ominous burden
yet it's garment never truly tears.

For grief is a long and heavy coat
that must be placed in God's loving care.


Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform"
Hello beautiful Toads. :-)

Homemade Moonshine

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"We are here and it is now.  Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine." ~ H. L. Mencken
Like a ringing phone at 2 am
white lightning has a certain kick
it grabs you at the gut
and then hits ya with a brick.

It holds the utter power
to make yer troubles run
it woos them with a sigh
and then shoots em with a gun.

The only trouble with the liquor
is it aint got a lick of aim
it makes a lotta noise
but troubles live on just the same.

So if ya got a heartache
that won't just leave ya be
forget the drink and jug
just stay sober and have green tea.

linking with Poetry Jam and the "Homemade" prompt.






Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

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Elizabeth Taylor, Set of  "Giant", by Frank Worth


The Mag #231



Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night. ~Terri Guillemets


I have skinned my knees for far lesser things
recklessly chasing tumbleweeds and lassoing dreams
carrying the load with my own bare hands
searching for meaning on my own spot of land
it takes giant strength to break a steed
and yet another kind to set him free
so now I plow hard on a lonely plain
hoping for sunshine praying for rain
for finding purpose and chasing dreams
is a thirsty calling and a tricky thing
you can get stuck in the mud falling hard
or lose your way and break your heart
either way it is an awkward gravel path
where boots get torn and tires go flat
so cowards need not apply for this post
keep your baggage and just stay home
I'm searching for greater things something more
and it can't be bought at the corner store
I will probably get robbed or ripped to shreds
digging for gold that could never be lent
but t…

In the Blink of an Eye

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It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.  ~Voltaire

Say "Hello"

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I know that this choice was not on my last post, but a girl has a right to change her mind. :-)
Still I wanted to formally introduce you to my new blog name:


It is the title to a poem that I wrote many years ago.









"A Net Full of Butterflies"






I can hear it in your voice, the angry words you can't forget.  A heartache's anthem is echoing over and over in your head.  But can you remember when you were just a child, it was easy to hear the magic in the song.  You could dance around all day no matter what went wrong.  Just close your eyes and try, for a child sets anger free like a net full of butterflies.
I can see it in the tears that you never cry, you are not as strong as the shield you hide behind.  But can you remember when you were just a child, and it was easy for the tears to fall like rain.  When you were upset it was written all over your face.  Just close your eyes and try,  for a child lets pride go like a net full of butterflies. 
I can feel it i…

A Cat Named Killer

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Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names. 
 ~Japanese Proverb




Call me fickle, or maybe just in need of diversity, but I have decided to change the name of my blog.  I have come across 3 other blogs with the same title, and I have a hankering to come up with something new. 
All my blog friends have become dear to my heart and inspire my mind, and I want to make you a part of my decision, so I am going to list all my ideas for names and ask that you comment and give me some feed back on what you prefer.
Here we go:


1. Planting Poems with Ink 2. Poems, Pens, and Kryptonite 3. Echoes of Hope 4. Whisper In a Hail Storm 5. Reflections of a Foolish Poet 6. Lessons=Poetry 7. Recovering Through Poetry 8. Your ideas are welcome (this is not a name) Laugh out loud 9.__________________________________
I look forward to seeing your thoughts and ideas. Thank you dear blogger friends. :-)


Swift Bird

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Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.
 ~Terri Guillemets

Time is a prudent yet swift bird
 that we all truly long to catch.
Though the feathers that it flies with
 carry it ever further beyond our grasp.
We rush awkwardly forward
as it touches back down upon a branch
and we reach out in a hurry
but still with a backward glance.
For no nets nor loaded guns
can catch this bird in hovered flight.
It tarries not for no beast nor human
as it takes each hour soft within the night.



Linking with dVerse for Mary's prompt "Time"






Spoon Fulls of The Moon (Magpie Memories)

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Venus de Milo with drawers,1936,Salvador Dali
The Mag 157 (Now linking with #229 boy does time fly.)
"Venus demilo In her half-baked shell Understood the nature Of love very well She said, a good love is delicious You can’t get enough too soon It makes you so crazy You want to swallow the moon" ~Lyrics of Jupiter written by Jewel

There are places hidden like drawers  in a chest that only some will ever see A thousand secrets of the great enigma  that only one man can truly free Inside each are longings sorted like bobby pens
 at the bottom of beauty's wealth with different shades of gray and red  that camouflage a woman's heart with stealth for the hungers of love's deep wanting are contained  yet they can be seen by the naked eye as the beauty of longing and all it's charms  spoon up the moon with just a sigh.
I have so many unfinished posts for Magpie Tale prompts that I started, but could not get finished before the following prompt started.  I hope it will be okay, …