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

Besotted

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
11-04-2011


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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365 Pictures Prompts at Creativity Portal

Photo by : Marie Claire Saint Maux

Lily's Friday Prediction- Passport / rent / interrupt

Beloved

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

11-4-2011

Weekend Wordsmith- factory

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2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge- Day 4

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

11-04-2011

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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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Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome comments and followers and really love to know who has visited me.. 

I hope you have a wonderful day!

Patsy

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

Caleb


















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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

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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Succinctly Yours- Week 30-  Toil

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

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

Ransomed

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
9-16-2011

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

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Friday Fill -Ins

And...here 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___!
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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!
Patsy

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...

Terror

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

9-9-2011

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Acrostics Only- Children's Corner-

Boogeyman


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
9-9-2011

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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
9-9-2011


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!
Patsy

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

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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
9-5-2011


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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!
Patsy