Bright and Sunny Despite My Heart..

" Of all lies, art is the least untrue. "
  ~ Gustave Flaubert

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Haiku My Heart ~ 

Legacy

carnival of glass
sunlight sparkles fill your heart
a monarchs wings unfurl... 

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
2-28-2013

Sunday Scribblings #358  "monarch"

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Tomorrow

I often fear the best of times
for hard times surely follow

to grasp a soul and fill it full
of a bitter pill to swallow

useless words are whispered low
to fill a heart that's hollow

till darkness dances on it's way 
and sunshine fills the morrow..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
2-25-2013

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Three Word Wednesday-
pale- naughty- douse

Un-Holy Union

naughty padre pales
vinegar and piss doused
blazing thirsts quenched

Written By: Patricia Sawer
2-27-2013

Sensational Haiku Wednesday- "quench"

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

I Was Never Gone....

" The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over. " ~ Aesop

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Project 365 - A photo a day... 

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Acrostics Only- { flashback to May }

Cay

Currents pound the shore
Ancient sands shift with the tides
Young turtles emerge

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-11-2012

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Sunday Scribblings #330- "distance"

Sea Side

echoes of distance

hot sands welcome our bare toes

fancy castles fall

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

7-29-2012

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Sunday Citar- 

" The Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time."

  ~ H. P. Lovecraft

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Debate- 

his loudest harangue

had unsettled the fierce

my tirade began

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

6-15-2012

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Thanks for stopping by today.. I have let myself become sadly behind on my blogs.. I am still writing almost every day but for some reason seem to be called away from the computer more and more.. Camera's seem to fall apart in my hands spitting out white photo's that have me screaming "Sunday School Words".. I will strive to do better... I hope you have a great day!

Patsy

Yes I Heard a Drizzle...

" And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow. " 

     ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton

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Project 365-  Week 3

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Quotography- Sadness

" They say it's better to bury
your sadness in a graveyard or
garden that waits for the spring
to wake from its sleep and
burst into green. "

~ Conor Oberst

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Sunday Citar ~ Right Now..  

" With the past, I have nothing to do;

nor with the future. I live now."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Magpie Tales 101

Duties

carefully folded

she scrubs floors with tattered rags ~

sandalwood smolders

slave to his passions ~ 

beneath her silken sari

burning hatred grows

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-23-2012

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Haiku My Heart-

Faith

tiptoe through the rain

arms flung wide open ..  eyes smile

all things possible

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-23-2012

Weekend Wordsmith #325- open

Haiku Heights #103 Tiptoe

Sunday Scribblings #303- Possible

One Single Impression #204- smile

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Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome both comments and followers... 

Have a great day!

Patsy

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




Enduring

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
11-14-2011

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
11-08-2011


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

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

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...


Defeat.?.

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
9-20-2011

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Joyfully

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
9-20-2011


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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
9-20-2011


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
9-20-2011


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!
Patsy

One Rooster On the Run..

" To do all that one is able to do is to be a man; to do all that one would like to do would be to be a god. "

 ~ Napoleon Bonaparte

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Project 365~ a Photo a Day..

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3 Word Wednesday-  Gasp- mute- viable


Mimic

mute derelict gasps
viable employment found ~
"young parrot wanted"


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
8-17-2011

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Haiku Heights #56 - whisper

Trapeze

awed watchers whisper
afraid to break the silence ~
flyer leaps forward
,
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
8-17-2011


Sunday Scribblings #280-  forward

One Single Impression- silence

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Release

rising through the air
eyes closed - arms stretched open wide
knees flexed -  trucks touch down

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
8-17-2011


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Spectre

four masted schooner
eerily drifts on the waves
smugglers sip on rum

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
8-17-2011


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Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I hope you enjoyed your time here.. I enjoy comments and welcome followers.. Have a wonderful day!~
Patsy

Another Monday.. The Hottest One in a While!!

" Offensive objects, at a proper distance, acquire even a degree of beauty. "
  - William Shenstone

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UPDATE- Did you make a what is it guess yesterday? ? I did have a few guesses and some of them were very close..  thanks for playing along and keep looking for my next what is it.. Look close at the following photo.. this is where you find yesterday's  What is it.. I personally couldn't swear to what this thing is called.. I was told by a friend..  who knows a lot of stuff..  that it is called a guard rail turnbuckle.. I would just call it a nut and a bolt with lots of flat washers..   But whatever it is called..  it's function is to hold the guardrail on bridges tight.. thanks for stopping by my blog.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a great night..
Patsy

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What is IT?

Every once In a while I find something that I am interested in seeing how many of you know what the thing is..  this is certainly one of those things.. Do you know what the pictured item is.. where is it found?.. what is it used for.. ? Do you have any idea..? I stumbled onto this while trying to get close to another subject I wanted to photograph.. I bet all of you have passed one of these recently without even noticing it.. Have you seen one of these things lately.. someone out there knows what this is.. is that someone you?.. Please take a guess at what this thing is.. WHAT IS IT?? I will update tomorrow with the truth about what it is..

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Magpie Tales #77-


Sunday 160 Challenge-

his distant dreams
no pleasure brings
as braced against the porch rail
she whispers- what about the child
kissing her silently  he hears the trap slam shut


Sunday Scribblings #279 - pleasure                    One Single Impression #180- dreams

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Project 365-  Week 32-



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Brothers

on the fence.. roosters
each out crowing the other
hens sunbathe nearby

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-23-2011

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Thanks for visiting my blog today.. I hope you enjoyed your visit.. I welcome comments and followers.. Please remember to leave a guess on today's "what is it?"

Have a wonderful day..

Patsy

Tuesday Morning I Welcome the Rain.....

 " Fire is the reuniting of matter with oxygen. If one bears that in mind, every blaze may be seen
as a reunion, an occasion of chemical joy. " ~ Tom Robbins

" It is not violence that best overcomes hate — nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury. "
 ~  Charlotte Brontë

 
 " A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent

doing nothing. " ~ George Bernard Shaw

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Project 365- A Photo Every Day-

 

 
 




Turks Cap
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Saturday Centus- Before I die....
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Before...
 
Before I die
I want to
climb the mountain..
walk the wall..
forgive the man..
and last of all
free fall!
 
Written By Patricia Sawyer
7-23-2011
 
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Weekend Wordsmith- inferno
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Inferno


Intense incineration
No Way to escape
Fierce flames surround me
Everlasting embers
Rain upon my soul
Netherworlds nightmare
Only God can help me now...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-24-2011

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Made Kane's Limerick~Offs

 
 
 
 
 
Never More


a woman I tried to ignore
continued to pound on my door
a red brick in my hand
I made one final stand
she pounds on MY door never more

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-26-2011

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Haiku Heights #53-

Evening Prayers

summer sun sets with
lavender and gold streaked skies
distant Church bells chime


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-26-2011

Sunday Scribblings #277- Distant

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One Single Impression #178

Needs

dolls and birds
of every hue..

plants and dogs
I like them too..

friends who laugh
and talk me blue

but most of all
what I need is YOU!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-24-2011

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Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I hope that you enjoyed your visit with me today..
I welcome comments and followers.. Have a great day
Patsy

Tuesday.. Hot.. Hot.. HOT!

"We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality. But given the state of the world, is it wise?" ~  Iris Murdoch

"We can love an honest rogue, but what is more offensive than a false saint?" ~  Jessamyn West

" That's hot. " ~ Paris Hilton

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Project 365- a Photo Every Day!

last week we had visitors.. this week we miss them a lot!!



















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Acrostics Only-


Old

odd opinions on
living and loving ~ loudly
delivered daily

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-19-2011


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Haiku Heights #52- String


In The Nest

bits of string become
colorful decorations~
blue bird babies chirp

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-19-2011

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Weekend Wordsmith- darts

Empty Elation


a banter of stinging darts
cast with no remorse

a phantom of love slipped away
pierced by hurtful words

the smirk of the perpetrator
will captivate no hearts

indecision is not an option
for fate shall have his way

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-19-2011

Sunday Scribblings #276- captivate
One Single Impression #177- Phantom
3 Word Wednesday- indecision- option- fate

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

Rain Rain I Know We Need You... But Did You Have to Wet My Stuff...

"When you have got an elephant by the hind leg, and he is trying to run away,
it's best to let him run."   ~ Abraham Lincoln

"Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant;
 but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured."
~ Indian Proverb

"You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That's a part of it."
 ~ Denzel Washington


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Project 365- Every day a Photo..

  

 Joy

delightful sprinkles
rain down on summer sidewalks
quenching our thirst for joy

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
6-28-2011



Haiku Heights #49- quench
Sensational Haiku Wednesday - Joy






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3 Word Wednesday - gag-maintain-omit

Weekend Wordsmith- Elephant

Sunday Scribblings- give

One Single Impression- seven sins

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Riding Pink Elephants

I thought I saw a pink one.
my head upon the bowl

a gag  a gaze a grunt or two
my belly how it rolled

I only though to omit
just one of seven sins

I was trying to remember which
when the room began to spin

a pretty pink pachyderm
my pride I must maintain

for every gift I give this night
is loss and never gain

a mouse of blue called me out
he told me I must stand

I hopped upon the pachyderm
and from the mouse we ran....

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
6-28-2011

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Thanks for stopping by my wet world today... I welcome both comments and followers..
I hope you have a wonderful day!
Patsy

Hello Monday! You Always Show Up On Time...

" The wisdom of the wise, and the experience of ages, may be preserved by quotation. "    
- Benjamin Disraeli

" There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself,
for what we see is what we are. "
~  Ernst Haas

" It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them. "
~ Man Ray

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Project 365- a Photo Every Day.... I make so many photo's that I can only post my very.. very.. most favorite ones.. I am always tangled up about what day I am supposed to post on..  I am pretty sure it was Saturday so I am late again.. I do thank anyone who visits me from there and them from here..

My Mom and  My
Great Nephew.. I think he looks like her...
check out their cheeks...

family fun - playing "Strut Miss Lucy"...

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Magpie Tales- #69


The Next Step- ( a haibun)


next step altered
tiny shell missing fondly
tranquility reins

one misstep and I knew I'd be eating sandy spam on wheat and lemon cookies...
Lila was telling tales of rice plantations and slavery... pirates and skeletons all jumble together..
I was pondering wee spiraled cones..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
6-13-2011


3 Word Wednesday- alter.. fond.. tranquil

Weekend Wordsmith- skeleton

Theme Thursday - 6/9/2011- spam

Haiku Heights #47 - slavery

One Single Impression #172- miss.. ( to long for)

Sunday Scribblings #271- The Next Step.....

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Oh what a long and busy day.. I had a house full of nearly teens.. three girls and one boy.. they all wanted to play Sims at once and we all know that won't work.. they played rock band once or twice but this one would all but squeal over the others choice of song.. finally I said .. "I have had enough...." .. well.. actually I didn't say that.. but  I said some other stuff.. and ordered them to the dining table to write me a story... they draw a scrap of paper with a prompt on it.. I have to have at least five sentences... and when everyone is through they stand one at the time and tell us their story..  nothing too hard.. but I do want an illustration of some kind.. ok so I'm mean..  we are learning reading and writing skills.. spelling and art... they also help cook.. and toss corn at critters....  play hide the penny... and swim..
I gotta tell you.. kids think deep.. they claim I am making them keep a journal cause I'm mean and making them learn all summer.. the truth is that I do hope they learn something this summer..  they are really talented and I want them to know that..  but every time they present their stories I learn from them.. and that is worth every second of getting up early and listening to ... "she looked at me... she touched my phone.... she texted about me to Em"... all day.. I also made and canned 4 quarts and 7 pints of salsa and 20 quarts of squash today...  time now to rest and cool off..   Thanks for stopping by to read a few of my words today.. I welcome both comments and followers... I hope you have a remarkable day..
Patsy

Wednesday and I Think It Will Be a Hot One!

"I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature's rebirth?"

  - Edward Giobbi

“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”

  - Kahlil Gibran

“Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them”

 - Chinese Proverb

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Thursday Tales-

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Forgotten-
Fourteen years he had been gone.. the gossips had predicted his return a million times and in a million ways.. and now he stood at the top of the stairs and smoked.. dreading the creak of the rusty hinges and the jumble of plunder that waited behind the unlocked door..

Oddly enough he had returned hoping to be a welcome change in her life.. only to discover that she had forgotten all about him.. She had forgotten all about almost everything.. she had grinned at him from a puddle of tea that she had spilled and then decided to bathe in.. She had been sitting naked in the kitchen floor when he had arrived late last night.. " My Memory is rusty!" she had giggled.. " Who did you say you were?"

Reality was right now for her.. there was no yesterday in her mind.. No tomorrow or the next day either.. he had listened to her rambling on for hours last night.. she told him about her son who had gone to conquer the world.. she wondered where he was now and even though he told her again and again she didn't seem to hear that her lost boy had returned to the nest with a tangled body to match her tangled mind.. he hadn't wanted to come back here where nothing good had ever happened to him but he hadn't had much choice.. down to his last dollar and sick as a dog he had headed home at last..
Glory had never been his.. but he did enjoy the way she told his story.. she had told him of how many wonderful things he had accomplished in his life.. he sucked the dark smoke deep into his scarred lungs and wished even one of the grand things she dreamed up had been true.. and he was glad that she didn't know the truth about him.. It was almost better to have been forgotten..

Orange crayon hearts covered most of the door.. He wondered why the neighbors had never called the authorities to come and check on her.. was she never sick.. never violent.. never lost.. or did they just think she was weird and leave her alone to live in her own little world..
Terrible things could have happened to her in the city.. gangs and thugs were always looking for someone to use or even to hurt.. or kill.. Had she been a victim and just didn't know it.. how many awful things had she forgotten...

Time for him to stand up and do something right.. time to  become the wonderful son that she thought he was.. tomorrow they were going on an adventure.. he could hear her now digging through boxes of old clothes looking for a nice dress.. he had promised her a trip to eat ice cream and they would go early in the morning.. right after they left the doctor's office..
Evening shadows filled the stairs.. Dane leaned his head against the wall and listened to her singing inside the apartment.. he had knocked around from one place to the other before joining the Navy.. he had done everything he could to stay away from home until he had earned his fortune.. a fortune that he had never been able to claim.. now he was back and from the looks of things he had returned home a day late and a dollar short..

"Never waits for no man" he heard her say to her imaginary friends.. and felt the tears begin when she added..  " but my son always says.. better late than never"


Three Word Wednesday- grin- jumble- naked
Theme Thursday- Gossip
Sunday Scribblings  #268- better late than never
Weekend Wordsmith- Rusty



Thanks for stopping by to read my words.. I hope you enjoyed your visit..
I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a wonderful day!
Patsy