Monday, December 12, 2011

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...

" What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?"
- John Steinbeck

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Project 365 - a Photo a Day!

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A Woman's Scorn

sweet temper rises
goosebumps in December wind
slapped cheek reddens

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Familiar Gossip

trusted confidant
wiggles digits

my sins
a heavy burden

for a speechless man
to bear
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
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Skinny Dipping
foolish man's folly
boxers are flag pole hoisted
photographs follow
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
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tavern windows glow
golden against winter drifts
fried pies scent the night
Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Nasty Dreary Day for My Birthday!

" No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader."
- Robert Frost
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Magpie Tales-


dirty red divan
what secrets could you disclose~
grizzly hobo snores

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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creation restores
the weary out-of-towners ~
cheerful locals bank

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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I Write

weary old night owl
slumbering the day away
lonely missus pens

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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trees almost naked
shudder in November wind
sacred smoke rings rise

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Lightening Show was Awesome...

" Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!"
- Omar Khayyám

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Project 365- a Photo a Day!

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Haiku Wednesday- meditate


quiet meditation
motionless self harmony
cleansing teardrops fall

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Acrostics Only



Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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The Sunday Whirl- Wordle #30
We Write Poems - Prompt #80

Pamela Sayers asked us to gather a minimum of twelve words, then write little snapshots in response to each word. Each small “poemlet” could stand on its’ own or perhaps have some relationship to the rest... as usual I have combined a few meme's to write what my heart and soul believed in..

A Dozen Thoughts

what impetus moves the bees
diligently.. sweetly

justifiable vindication..declared
my middle finger stands..

eloquent words sputtered
the Holy Book pounding the podium

no solace for the sinners
no cuddles for me

friendship swivels
on a tightrope with no balance

motionless I stand
but the chirping birds pass me by

pretty pink coral smoothed
deep in my blue jean pocket

rapidly the world spins on
no worries no worries man

point at your brother
homeless needy despairing

stand tall Samaritan
your strength is in the weary

the cleaning lady giggles
effortlessly attracting consideration

Ahhh... Another lunch hour has escaped me
while I was giving my life some thought

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

3 Word Wednesday- impetus / solace / vindication
Weekend Wordsmith- Lunch

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Cooking on a New Stove?

" Wisdom too often never comes, and so one ought not to reject it merely because it comes late. " 
      ~ Felix Frankfurter

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Project 365- a Photo a Day..!..

Woodpecker's Smorgasbord

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Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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leap linger or lead
exercise, escort or edge
grunt or gasp... just GO..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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his woman called out a hello
entering back doors she would go
led along by her man
life was one foolish plan
only fights each night in jello

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Succinctly Yours - serene

The Dud

He lived in a blue house and owned a blue boat. 
He did yoga for God's sake. She expected life to be serene. 
No more speed dating for her.      (138)

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Monday, November 14, 2011

Monday.. a Good Day..

" Worrying is less work than doing something to fix the worry. Everyone wants to save the earth, nobody wants to help mom with the dishes. " - P. J. O'Rourke

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Project 365-

Dave wonders how much this big guy eats in a day.. I wonder if Dave will let me have one?
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Magpie on Monday


sweet passions fleeting
no seed of love to take hold
hourglass obsessions

life is good to me
your dream is my command
till all chairs empty

hate quick to muster
from the fountain I have drank
unhitched from grace

grains of sand timing
desperate souls dance with joy
sweet passions fleeting

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Haiku Wednesday- fleeting
Sunday Scribbling #293 - life is good
Haiku Heights #94- obsession
One Single Impression #194 - Hourglass
3 Word Wednesday- drank / hitch / muster

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The Ride

waking bruised and weary
a nightmare on my mind
I had peddled all night long
as Grandma perched behind
up and down the hills we flew
to places far and near
I’d just set down to ponder all
when the Telephone bell I hear
My Grandma had favor
and asks me please please please
to check my new banana seat
for what had had skinned her knees..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Tuesday.. As Good a Day as I have Seen..

" In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged."
- Hans Nouwens

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Project 365- a Photo a Day

It's Christmas for the dogs at the Super-Center...

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Made Kane's Limerick Offs

Oh Butler... Where are You?

a fellow was famous worldwide
until it was found that he lied
his name was defaced
his shame was showcased
the butler made off with his bride

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Carry On Tuesday #130- "Where Are You?"

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Succinctly Yours Week 33-

Though the sun was hot and the dresses repugnant.. dancing with Sarah was nothing new.. But Papa would die if he found out about the pole..

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Monday, November 7, 2011

Monday.. This New Time Makes Me Tired..!..

" Secrecy, once accepted, becomes an addiction." - Edward Teller

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Project 365- a Photo Every day!

" Friends are the sunshine of life. "
   - John Hay

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Death’s Catch

mystery excels
I dare not salute your grave
you were but to fish

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

2011 Chapbook Challenge Day 7- what won't wait? 

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Beloved Thou Art Gone

Hot tears break and burn
thoughts of bitter things
Solitude smothers
empty broken vows
Is it love that I have known
Lonesome nightingales sing

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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lace curtains flutter
pink garden tub tops the heap
cadaver dog climbs
Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Friday, November 4, 2011

Cooler.. But A Good Day!

" The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up."  - Mark Twain

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Project 365- A Photo a Day

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2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge- Day 3


It is sort of like fishing
you gather bait.. set the hook
Then you reel them in..
wait where did I leave my pole?

Pole cats.. Pole ax.. Pole vault too..
that was my second career choice
Ballet was my first.. but...
Daddy said I needed to be a writer.

Writers.. My brother Jimmy said..
were.. every single one.. a liar!
I was paid a few times for my lies..
and I am proud to have given it a shot..

A shot.. that's what I was about to do
get a shot.. That flue shot is a nasty thing..
but a tequila shot is another ballgame
Now.. Bar tender... where did I put the lime?

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Tuesday Try Outs - Write a poem of four quatrains that contains no adjectives, no adverbs, no similes, and the word “lime”... I am pretty sure that I didn't do this quiet right..  I have the four quatrains.. and the word Lime if that counts at all..?.. I did want to post though because I love the prompts offered here..

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Photo by : Marie Claire Saint Maux

Lily's Friday Prediction- Passport / rent / interrupt


Derek watched the beetle scuttle across the factory floor.. Desert sands had drifted through the busted walls filling much of the space.. Sarah had text-ed him earlier whining about the rent and how fat her passport picture made her look.. He had laughed at her promises to turn back time.. He didn't care if she got her girlish figure back or not .. He wasn't going home .. Smiling at the dainty tidbit spread before him.. He prayed that this time he wouldn't be interrupted.. Sliding two bullets into the revolver.. he shucked his fatigues.. and whispered "beloved"  

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Into the Woods

pine scent tickles my nose
pressed into the straw
heart and soul crying
all along the hill top I  searched
for a place to hide and heal 
slipping and sliding I  landed here
no boxes littered this little bowl
I  hear the sliders squeal 
I  hear his angry shouts
face lowered to the earth
I give thanks for the treasure
I had overlooked so many times
in my haste to be king of the hill
As freight trains shake
our make believe mountain
I fall asleep in my safe haven..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Friday Fill Ins we go!

1. In November, I most look forward to _our birthdays.. Dave's and Mine__.

2. __It is cold out there for dog fetching__...phew!

3. It's right there, in the __way.. where you left it_.

4. __It's hard to find_ peace of mind.

5. Water _boils and bubbles__.

6. _What's good for the goose_ is what my grandmother used to say!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _working on some writing projects__, tomorrow my plans include _treasure hunting and photographs__ and Sunday, I want to _go to Church__!

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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I Am Striding Towards 52....

" I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money. " - Pablo Picasso


Project 365- A Photo A Day!

Marked down for Santa...


Acrostics Only


Perhaps you are stuck in a phase
Have life in a sad and blue haze
Always paint on a smile
Surely life is a trial
Each have thorns in their own bouquets

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Insides bubbling
Legs shaking hand over mouth
Lid lifted I bow

Written By; Patricia Sawyer


We  Write Poems #78- Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat- (a shadorma)

sweet carnage
one quick jerk armed
with a string
small puncture
unseen by the greedy eyed
halfway home snatched

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

3 Word Wednesday- carnage / jerk / puncture


2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2

Poetic Bloomings- In form poet-Shadorma
This sextet (six-lined) poem is thought to have originated in Spain. It includes a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5.

Remember- (a shadorma)

" Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love. " ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

cabbage plants
half grown still bundled
my great fear
a heaviness on my soul
pray remember me

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
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Mad Kane's Limerick Offs-

Man Overboard

a fellow had just let it slip
his plans for an overnight trip
with a gal twenty one
they had way to much fun
his rich wife now grieves aboard ship

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


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Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween..

" We suffer primarily not from our vices or our weaknesses, but from our illusions. We are haunted, not by reality, but by those images we have put in their place. " - Daniel J. Boorstin

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Project 365..  A Photo a Day!

Dave Sawyer- Tree Surgeon!

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Lily's Friday Prediction - girdle/ Spanish/ ruin

While The Bonfires Burn

Baby Pumpkins coo
ghost and goblins worry Mom
sunset rises slow

Photographs and boos
Operation Halloween
blackest ghouls rejoice

Over and over
vulnerable figments cry
ogres dance with bones

One eerie howling
echoes the blood inclined
Spanish ruins shudder

Scarlet girdle falls
frowns drip from ancestor's eyes
wall tapestries creak

Evil seeks a host
resting with the innocent
sweeping holy space

chocolate clown smile
vicious darkness swallows whole
Pandora cries out

the defiled feast
disguised behind empty eyes
nothing pure remains

A tassel of hay
gripped tight in her pale hand
soulless eyes staring

Daylight brings no joy
virtuous one befouled
with bonfires burning

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

One Single Impression #192 -  sunset
Sunday Scribbling #291-operation
Haiku Heights #92- ghosts
Weekend Wordsmith #223- worry
3 Word Wednesday- Figment/ inclined/ vulnerable

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My Tricksters!

 Phoebe and Dani
 Emily, Kirstin'
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I have always loved Halloween.. every person in my life.. who was younger than me..
and might have had the misfortune to be close to me at Halloween knows that I will dress
you as an old person.. a fat person.. a pirate.. or a clown.. or maybe even a wild combination of all of those things in a skinny minute and drag you out the door and then follow youfrom house to house until you have enough candy for both of us..  for years.. I love to decorate and have even been known to throw a wild Halloween party for both kids and adults..This year and for a few before.. I tried for a quiet night with just my very own tricksters..I love to see the kids come and love to make their photos.. I give each of them a load of candy as if they are going no where else and always have a little left over.. just in case a strange child shows up.. I thank you for stopping by tonight and for sharing the spooky night with me..  I can hear the coyotes howling across the fields and  have had a few shivers at the lonesome sound.. I welcome both comments and followers.. I hope you have a Boo-tiful Night.. Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Singing in the Rain...

 " People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news."
       - A. J. Liebling


Project 365-  a Photo Everyday!


A Very Fine Tale...

Sarah and Bill
sat on the hill
a bucket in each of their hands
they toiled in the sun
and considered it fun
till the waves invaded their lands

their moat overflowed
the castle was bowed
a crab ran away with a shell
they stomped everything down
in the sand castle town
and ran home with a story to tell..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Lily's Friday Prediction-

The Climb

It had not been love at first sight... she had just began to shrivel when he pounced on her from the lowest limbs of the old tree.. He was a rare form of ugly.. one that few had ever seen and none had admired.. fanning her with a newspaper he had offered her a piece of gum to chew.. as if they were nothing more than humans on a desert camping trip...

"It's the only way to hide in plain view " He explained..

Knowing that it was time.. she followed him deep into the caverns.. where their ascension began...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Carry On Tuesday #126- " It was love at first sight"
3 Word Wednesday- admire/ follow/ piece

Weekend Wordsmith- camping- pounce- tree- hide


Mad Kane's Limerick Offs

Marinated Limerick

a fellow who'd taken a shot
went home with a girl he thought hot
she was colder than ice
as she gave him the dice
he bubbles and boils in her pot

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Sensational Haiku Wednesday-


Darwins fish in glass
glitter in the blue moon light~
giggle-less girls dance

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Sometimes.. Words Fill More than One Page...

" Constitutions have to be written on hearts, not just paper. "
   -  Margaret Thatcher

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Project 365- A Photo a Day

Six Word Saturday-

Sidekicks kick it
at the fall festival...

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Mad Kane's Limerick Offs-
( Is Late better than Never?)

Case Closed

A fellow at work on a case
behind in the legal rat race
was caught taking a bribe
from the cities new "tribe"
now inmates and bars fill his space...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Haiku Heights - Vibrant


vibrant autumn leaves
spiral on the chilly wind
laughing piles erupt

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Sunday One Single Impression- # 190 Paper

The Cranes

colorful paper
prayers carefully folded~
laughing Doc accepts

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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and #189- River - ( yes I know it is late!)


dancing refugee
hear the call of the river
railroad lamp beckons

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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A Beautiful Day!

" When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I am grown up, they call
 me a writer. " - Isaac  Bashevis Singer

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Sunday Citar-

 " A daughter reminds you of all the things you had forgotten about being young.
Good and bad. "  - Maeve O'Reilly

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Sunday Scribbling-  #288 -The Call-

The Phone Call

It was a chilly night in early spring..  I was doing my very best to get my supper dishes all washed up when my phone rang... I dried my hands and ran to the living room grabbed the phone and said "Hello!"..   The response I got was "Teeheehee" then a buzz as they hung up... I checked the number. It was a number that seemed familiar and yet not one that I really knew... It was listed as unknown name on the caller ID..  but from the first three digits I knew it to be a cell phone.. Honestly I thought it was either a child playing with a parents phone or just a prank caller since they were giggling like crazy...

I went back to the kitchen and again began cleaning up... No sooner than I got my hands good and wet again than I heard the ring ring of the phone once more... I stopped what I was doing and came again to the phone answering with an annoyed Hellooo!.. This time I only got a half of a giggle and again the buzz... I looked on the box and it was the same number... Now I was really annoyed... I looked at the number again and looked in my own cell phone to see if it was someone I knew.. Nope. That number wasn't in my phone... I was standing there trying to think of who it could be when It rang again.. this time I was ready...  I was standing beside the desk and I grabbed it on the first ring... "Do NOT hang up on me again!"..  I yelled into the receiver...  Silence.. Not a sound could I hear in return for my yell... "Now" I said taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down.. "Who is this?"
"Oh I can't tell you that" she answered with a giggle following her words..
"What number are you trying to call" I asked.... "Yours" she replied..

OK I'm now ready to choke this person who I am relatively sure is female and not very old...and from the sound of things  right then did.. she didn't appear very bright... But Being the kindly;.. ( Hack hack) Wonderful;..  ( I'm choking myself here with these lies.) Grandmotherly.. ( OK so I am a grandma!) type of person that I am... I decided to play along with her for a minute or two...

"So now that you have me on the phone, Do you know my name?" I asked..
"Yea!" She said.."Well then who am I? What is my name?" I asked...
"You know your name! I know you know your own name!" She answered...
Deciding to take a different tactic I said " And then do I know your Name?"
"Yea" she said "I think you do but I can't tell you who I am right now."
"OK" says I, "But I was busy so I'm hanging up now since we don't even know who each other are." I had really had enough and still had dishes to wash.
"No wait Miss Patsy" she said..  "I gotta ask you some stuff!"

OK Now we were getting somewhere. She does appear to know my name and since she's calling me Miss Patsy she is most likely a friend of one of my children... Or she is one of the children I kept in daycare... Or...  OK, She could still be anybody... But we have now established that she knows me...

I was just about to ask her what stuff she needed to ask me when she suddenly blurted out... " Does Cooper love me,..  I called him before but he said I was too young to call him and Now my baby daddy is gone and I was wondering if you think He might love me now that I'm a woman... I have a cute baby boy. 'Cept he cries all the time."...  I was floored... Cooper is my son..  But hadn't  lived here in quiet a while... He had been on the other side of the country for months training for a new job there... And even though this young girl knew me... I was clueless as to who she was...My mind was reeling..  I was pretty sure that he wasn't the baby daddy..  as she called it..  so that was at least a worry off my mind.

So we talked for a while this woman child and I... I assured her that I didn't want to hurt her feelings but that If a boy didn't like her It was nothing wrong with her it was just that sometimes people didn't match like that... And that if a young man told her she was too young to be calling him it was probably because he was actually too old to date her...
"Oh" she said "so it don't mean I'm ugly or nothing like that? Cause I ain't fat since I had the baby."
"And how old are you?" I asked still trying to gather a clue as to who she was. "And have you ever been to my House?"
"I'm fourteen, and No Mam I ain't never been to your house but I know where you stay because I used to love your son... But he said I was too young to call him so I called somebody else and now I have this baby..,  he's cute and I love him,..   But  He.. " .. and as if the child knew she was talking about him.. began to cry in the background...

I listened as she went to get her baby and cooed to him telling him she loved him and I sat here and held my phone and almost cried... I wanted to weep for her..  fourteen and already a Mother... I wanted to weep for the baby..  I pray he will have everything he needs to grow up strong and wonderful Like my son who is not his Father...  I am thankful that My son turned away this young woman who was not old enough to date him... I am thankful that he didn't take advantage of her youth and innocence.. And I am sad even for the young man who left her to deal with all these things alone because he will miss so much... Babies are very special gifts.

Finally she returned to the phone and told me she had to hang up and feed her Boy... I asked her again to tell me her name and she refused... Saying that she was sorry to have bothered me... I asked her if there was anything I could do for her and she said That she had read my blog and that she had seen a poem I wrote for one of Cooper's friends ..  she wondered if I would write her one too... One that would let her know that she was important ... After I hung up from her I sobbed... I still didn't know who she was.. . I hoped that the next time she called she would tell me...

 I doubt that my son would know... Girls have been calling him since he was too young to even be interested in them... I used to fuss and tell him girls weren't supposed to call little boys... I often heard him tell girls that he was dating someone when he wasn't or tell the youngest ones not to call him again... But he was always kind about it... Always gentle with the girls feelings. He used to say he hated to hurt anyone... I told her to call me if she needed anything and she said she would... She giggled and said she might just call to talk and I told her she could... I did write her a poem... and I have included it here.. She called a few more times.. always just to ask some little question about the child or just to talk a minute..Several years have gone by since she last called and I think of her often.. She never would share her name with me and for the life of me I could never guess.. I hope that life has been kind to her and her son.. and that Motherhood has been her greatest journey!

Young Mother

Oh Young Mother
You have barely learned
to live yourself and yet
I hear the great love
in your voice as you
calm your tiny son's fears.
You are his everything.
Love him freely and he will
return your wonderful love.
You are important to him as
he is to you. The love you share
will grow as the two of you grow.
Let your Love be your guide.
For Motherhood does not come
with age. Motherhood Comes with
the love we hold for a child!
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Wednesday.. Cool.. But Still a Wonderful Day!

 " Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you. " - unknown

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Project 365- a photo a day

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Spooky Night

Oh me Oh My a ghost
no ship but I see coming a pirate
their breath the scent of candy
away they scramble with frightening cries
look! across the moon flies a witch
and dangled from it's web a spider!

a huge black and spotted spider
watch as it wiggles towards the ghost
swatted now by the broom of the littlest witch
gobbled down by the skinny pirate
way down in the swamp an animal cries
here all the cries are for candy

bowls and cauldrons filled with candy
webs hanging low wove by a fat plastic spider.
oh No a pink clad princess cries
to a hangman and a green ghost
Run away screams the pirate
as from the darkness flies a blond witch

She's skinny for a witch
we should stuff her with candy
we could sell her to the pirate
or feed her to the spider
give her to me moans the ghost
we laugh at her cries

we cackle at the echo of her cries
we admire the warted nose of the witch
what a pitiful ghost
begging for more candy
trembling before the huge spider
holding tight to the hand of his sister pirate

Pirate after treasure- less Pirate
all afraid of the haunting cries
squatting low under the web tangled spider
keeping their eye on the witch
clutching their sacks and buckets of candy
daringly unafraid of the ghost

This years best was a Pirate, the scariest was a witch.
Our ears ached with the cries for more and more candy
Till the only spooks beneath the spider on our porch, was our own little ghost.

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Monday, October 3, 2011

An Autumn Chill Was in the Air...

 " Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. " ~ George Eliot

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Project 365 - A photo a day


pompom shaking cheers
french fries on the autumn breeze
fiercely guarded flags

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Mad Kanes Limerick -Offs

Once Bitten

a gal in the mood for a bite
came out of her coffin last night
stood alone in the dark
near the dog walking park
flaming in the first morning light

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Half a Week to go...

 " Gold is tried by fire, brave men by adversity. "
      - Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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Project 365  - a Photo Everyday



ABC Wednesday... J is for...

Joyless Jumpers

Joyful Jumping Juveniles..
Just the Job for Jack..
Jealous Jokers Joined right in..
with Japanese Jelly black..

Just then a Jaunty Judge Jumped in
Judgemental Jargon Jeered
Joe Jerked a Jar and ran away
Jamming Joylessly I feared...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Haiku Wednesday-  anticipation

The Note

loves sweet scent unfolds
anticipation my muse
his bulls eye desire

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Haiku Heights #80 - bulls eye

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Poetic Bloomings- PUN-KU

Every week they offer us new ideas in poetry form.. this week  we are introduced to a new poetic form, which is called the PUN-KU. Here are the requirements for writing one.

(1) Unlike the haiku that allows for a less than strict adherence to the 17-syllable rule, the pun-ku must be exactly 17 syllables long.
(2) It contains only four (4) lines arranged syllabically as follows:
Line 1: 4 syllables Line 2: 5 syllables Line 3: 4 syllables Line 4: 4 syllables
(3) As for the end-rhyme pattern, Lines 1 and 2 do not rhyme. Lines 3 and 4 do.
(4) The pun-ku must contain a pun on one or more of the words used in the poem. The subject matter deals with human nature, is light, humorous, or witty.
(5) The title of the pun-ku can only be one- or two-words long (or short).

My Pun-ku follows...


webmasters union
tossed me out
spider tattoo
they said taboo

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Match Makers

shortage of men
the ladies undress
wrap them in scarves
call for the dwarves

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

these might sound easy.. it's rather hard to work a pun into a limited word poem.. or maybe It will get easier as I write more.. I definitely plan to write more.. in fact I have a page full..  that well to say the least..  they aren't that good.. but they are a start..

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3 Word Wednesday-  dull/ race/ yawn


titled racer stomps
sixteen hands of dullest brown
seasoned mare yawns

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Thanks for stopping by my world today.. I have enjoyed trying a new form of poetry and of course I am always happy to share haiku.. I welcome visitors.. comments.. and followers.. I hope you have a wonderful day!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Ah!! The Sound Of Pounding Rain....

" The facts of life are that a child who has seen war cannot be compared with a child who doesn't know what war is except from television. "   ~  Sophia Loren

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Project 365- a Photo a Day!

this bird was watching me
at the ATM... very
early in the morning..

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Mad Kanes Limerick~Offs

one by her first line..  as always and a second "freestyle"
that she is testing over at her place... she welcomes visitors too...


a gal who was fast on her feet
bragged on herself with conceit
a take down was planned
dare she race my sedan
madly she tore out down the street

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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I once knew a girl they call Joy
played all the guys like a toy
till the night she met Bart
easy love fills her heart
before long.. joy's joy is a boy..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Haiku Heights #79-  Bubbles

My BFF    -   (Senryu)

betrayal bubbles
too late for backward glances
I plot sweet revenge

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Sunday Single Impression- #186 - betrayal

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Carry On Tuesday-

Surprise -

I should have seen it coming.. bold lies of omission I could read in his eyes.. his sudden un-ease every time he saw me answer the phone.. the truth is never simple.. the death of no relationship easy..
my heart cried out for what might have been.. No second chances asked and none given .. we had..
at last.. agreed.. I watched him walk away and prayed that he dare not..  look backward..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

3 Word Wednesday - omission / ease / backward
Sunday Scribblings #285 - Easy
Poetic Bloomings  #21- surprise

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Thanks for stopping by my world of words today.. I write what I feel and understand if some days you aren't feeling the same way I am.. we are each a person of our own.. and entitled to have our own thoughts and dreams.. I hope you have enjoyed your visit here.. I welcome visitors.. comments.. and followers.. I hope you have a grand day!

Monday, September 19, 2011

Sometimes I Dance in the Moonlight....

" Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. "  ~  Berthold Auerbach

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Project 365-

found barely alive..
but after a few sips of
sugar water..  was soon
fluttering his wings...

after one night and an almost day
he was released
and soon after spotted with an
adult bird at his own feeder
" A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies. " -  John Banister Tabb
Sunday Citar

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Haiku Heights- #78 - Feather
September Harvest
old hens run squawking
papa dreams on feather bed
chicken soup simmers
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
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Magpie Tales #83


beguiling rattle
slithers towards wisdom tree
woman chooses sin

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau, 1907

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Midnight Patrons

sweet sighs of darkness
ravens behold great cities
dream angels sustain

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Thanks to all who have visited me here today.. I hope you enjoyed at least some tiny part
of your stay.. I welcome visitors.. comments.. and followers..
Have a great day!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Cool with a Threat of Drizzle...

" Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always
   walk thus. " ~  Alfred Victor Vigny

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Project 365-

My BFF Sheri
and our nephew Chase..

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Lily's Friday Prediction-

Fibre- wretch- sip


The empty hummingbird feeder  in the basement's darkest corner..  annoyed her.. The ancient Chinese checker board with only seven marbles..  was even worse.. It lay on the table as if it's players had just this minute vanished.. and would shortly return to challenge her to a game.. Though every fibre of her being screamed escape..  She could only sip water and stare at the silly marbles.. She  knew she  looked a wretch.. deciding to draft a list.. she searched for a pen and paper..  If she was to be ransomed she would have  a comb and all of her marbles..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Flash Fiction Friday - "bored games"
Weekend Wordsmith - Hummingbird

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Friday Fill -Ins we go!

1. Why do I _give a rats naked pattoottee_.

2. ___The chickens and I are here__ to stay.

3. By far the most important __thing is drama___.

4. __Not___ American  __Made!___

5. But when __did we stop protecting the earth?___.

6. __I didn't eat pizza___ for the longest time.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _hitting the sack early__, tomorrow my plans include __yard sales or the flea market ___ and Sunday, I want to cook something on the grill___!

Thanks for stopping by today.. I have been trying to teach myself to write flash fiction.. the shortest of short stories.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a great day!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Just a Tiny Bit Cooler...

" There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrated to some stroke of the imagination. "

  - Laurence Durrell

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Project 365- A Photo a Day-

Playing "Musical Squares"  at a family gathering.. it is down to the last two..
Only one square left.. I think Reuben is cheating.... What Fun!!!

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Haiku Heights #72-


Daddy's hands digging
rusty red sassafras roots
Grandma's kettle screams

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Sunday Scribblings #284- sensation

The Lane

magical moonlight
casting sweetest sensations
spotlights douse passions

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Sensational Haiku Wednesday - freestyle


each betrayal chafes
eroding the heart and soul
loveless eyes observe

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Thanks for stopping by my blog today... I hope that some of my words made you smile...  laugh..
or even just ponder.. I welcome both comments and  followers.. Have a grand day...

Friday, September 9, 2011

Can We Ever Forget that Moment in Time..?

" We live in a world of guns, bombs and terror. To conquer hate seems a nigh-impossible task. "
       ~ Theodore Bikel

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Project 365 - a Photo Every Day...


A sudden call to duty
Towers of power fall

Victims and victors screaming
A nation stands appalled

Scratching at flea collars
Both wrist and ankles bound

Children used as sacrifice
Continues to astound

He hates the word deployment
He wants to hold his girl

The agony pours from his eyes
Behind the sandstorm swirl

Thinking of his Mama                                               
His heart begins to race                                                   Writers Weekend Retreat #36

How many years.. how many lives                                                                                              
Before he leaves this place?

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Acrostics Only- Children's Corner-


Be gone you
One eyed fiend !
Out scary shadow !
Goblins and witches
Evacuate ! No more
Yellow bellied bumps !
Mama ordered them
All be gone !
Now we sleep...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Thursday Tales   {photo by Starling Photography}

Duty Calls
Logan bowed his head as the tolling began.. The withered priest tugged the ropes.. ringing the mission bell over and over.. echoing despair across the valley.. They had found her along the tracks.. another soul devoured.. Records would show her to be the seventy seventh victim but he knew the number was much higher..

Sliding his treasure box back into the hearth's secret and replacing the bricks.. he picked up his badge and holstered his revolver.. He would have liked a nap.. but patting his belly.. he headed for the door.. Sometimes you had to make sacrifices when duty called..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Lily's Friday Prediction- Valley-  Mission- Record

Weekend Wordsmith- Hearth

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Thanks for stopping by my world today.. I welcome both comments and followers..
Have a wonderful day!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Ready For Autumn..

" By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer. " ~  Helen Hunt Jackson

Up Date~ since no one commented or guessed on the "What is it"  shown below.. I will not be revealing what it is at this time.. I will leave it here in case a late visitor might want to guess. it really is an easy thing to guess.. I can't believe that some red neck country boy  didn't know in an instant what it was.. or maybe I haven't had a red neck visitor..?.. In any case I will be leaving it and if no one guesses I will eventually use it again.. Maybe some of you might want to take a second look now and see if you know what it is..  Have a great Night!...

Project 365- A photo a day

Haiku Heights

#65 Hypnotic-


siren's saddest song
a hypnotic lullaby
gulls wade the tide pools

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Weekend Wordsmith-

Rose (a nonet)

My sweetest Rose have you grown weary
It Always rains on your parade
Everything against you
Paper lace obsessions
Living on wishes
So long denied
Thorns bind your

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


What Is IT?

Dave and I came across this the other day and I wondered how many people might have seen this before and would recognise it.. Do you know what this strange item is? Dave and I thought we knew what it was and what it was for and how it worked.. we were wrong..But I am still willing to bet that at least one person out there might know what this picture is..  That person Might even be you.. so give it a try and comment with your guess.. You might be a winner if you are the first to answer correctly..

As always I will up-date tomorrow  with a photo of what this item really is..


Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I hope you enjoyed your stay.. I welcome both comments and followers.. have a wonderful day!

Monday, September 5, 2011

A Dark Flash~

"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. "

 ~  Percy Bysshe Shelley


Just the other day while stumbling around on the world wide web I fell over a website called 
"Lily Child's Feardom" and her Friday Challenge of writing Flash Fiction from a gift of words.. the Rules were simple enough... use one hundred or less words and use all three of the words given.. 
The gifted words for this weeks Lily's Friday Prediction were...  Pharaoh... Fair.. and Sweep

Though dark flash fiction is not something I have done before.. I decided to give it a try.. I am always wiling to try new things in writing.. 

The Plague

Looking out over the valley of kings... the young Pharaoh's eyes crawled across the throngs of workers below.... His man walked slowly through the pitiful horde of human flesh...stopping here and there near a fair maid that he thought might tempt his master.... Finally arriving at a feisty young minx.. threatening ruffians with a sweep of her broom..

With one slight nod, her fate was sealed...

Watching her wrestle with his man.. sweet shivers crept along his spine..exciting his spirit... Anticipation rising.. he headed for his chambers.. The night would be long.. and he so enjoyed a fighter...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Thanks for stopping by My blog today.. I hope you enjoyed your visit.. though I don't often write about darkness I think it exist in each of us.. and I do enjoy trying new things.. I welcome both comments and followers... Have a great day!