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

And...here 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
11- 02-2011


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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