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
10-31-2011

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
 Grayson
Althea 
Dorie
 Emily, Kirstin'
and Luke


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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!
Patsy

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Singing in the Rain...

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

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Project 365-  a Photo Everyday!


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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
10-18-2011

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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
10-18-2011


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

Weekend Wordsmith- camping- pounce- tree- hide

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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
10-18-2011

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Sensational Haiku Wednesday-

Rare

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

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-13-2011

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Thanks for stopping by today.. I hope you enjoyed your visit here.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a great day!
Patsy








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
10-13-2011

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Haiku Heights - Vibrant

Scattered


vibrant autumn leaves
spiral on the chilly wind
laughing piles erupt

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-15-2011

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Sunday One Single Impression- # 190 Paper

The Cranes

colorful paper
prayers carefully folded~
laughing Doc accepts

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-16-2011

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


Escaped

dancing refugee
hear the call of the river
railroad lamp beckons

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-12-2011

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

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
3-17-2008
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Thanks for stopping by.. I had a lot of thins to share today and have broken them all up into two posts instead of just one long one.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a wonderful day!
Patsy

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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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
10-12-2008

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Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome both comments and followers..
Have a great day!
Patsy

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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Football

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

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-3-2011

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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
10-3-2011

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Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome both comments and followers..
have a great day!
Patsy