Three for Thursday... Musical!

"I don't care much about music. What I like is sounds." ~ Dizzy Gillespie

"If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music."
~ Thomas Carlyle

"You are the music while the music lasts." ~ T.S. Eliot


This weeks Thursday Challenge is Music..

~ "MUSIC" (Guitar, Playing an Instrument, Things that make sounds, iPods, Sheet Music, Noisy Things,...)

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Maya plays a kazoo on the Plaza in Santa Fe.. New Mexico! We danced and sang .. Drank coffee and watched a bull dog leap from his masters.. rainbow striped.. boxer brief.. clad butt... Oh what fun.. I miss the plaza!


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Mason plays music on recycled brake drums and rotors and on a twisting turning set of pipes at the Children's Museum in New Mexico... I love their outside musical instrument center.. Made from all recycled parts they have giant wind chimes and twisting pipes and boards and many many musical noisy things..


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Listening to the music of night birds outside my window... I think of all the ways to make music.. singing... laughing... drumming.... shaking a dried gourd.. The howl of a dog accompanying a siren.. the creak of old bones when I get up and around... a baby's breathing is the sweetest music I know of and Dave's quiet snores is the music I listen to the most.. Where do you find music? I find music everyday.. somewhere.. For me.. the best music is the simple music of everyday life! Have a wonderful.. musical day!
Patsy

Thursday and I Have Three Things to Share with You!!

"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul." ~John Muir

"Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see." ~George W. Russell

Today is Thursday.. I always share three things with you on Thursday.. I do enjoy sharing things with you.. and so let me begin.....

1-]... The Thursday Challenge for today is ~~ "BEAUTY" (Sunset, Nature, People, Houses, Eyes...)

My Granddaughter Maya.. She lives in the beautiful State Of New Mexico.. where she plays the violin and rides in rodeos.. (just to list a couple of her many talents...) She's a beauty!! The sky behind her is a beauty too..

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2-]... a haiku..


Snowbirds

winter waltzes in
whipping snowdrifts with her staff~
the snowbirds fly south

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-8-2009

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3-]..... A Poem from Three Words
these are from a previous 3 word Wednesday challenge


The words are- hanky; thick and drift


The Painted Lady

She pats her combed and curled up hair
painted lips twist into a sad smile.
Tucking her mama's hanky
between her powdered bosoms.
She thinks of Home

Lonely Cowpokes drift in from the badlands
gunslingers crowd around the bar.
Card sharks bluff and bluster at every table
playing till their money is gone
The hot night air thick with whiskey:
cigar smoke and danger

She gasps.. an excited shiver
trickling down her spine.
Stepping out onto the landing
she gathers her courage

she hurries to her admirer's side.
For a little hanky panky the drifter has traveled far
She will drink and dance the night away.
A sweetheart for his dime

The morning after.. Daylight
will shine on just a painted lady
sleeping sweetly;
dressed only in her angelic smile..


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-16-2009


I hope you enjoy the things I have shared with you today.. Have a wonderful Thursday.. Hopefully your day will be filled with Beauty!!

Have a great day!
Patsy

Even I am Artistic!

"Old age ain't no place for sissies." ~ Bette Davis

"We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too."
~Helen Hayes

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness."
~Robert Frost

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Hi and Welcome to Thursday! The weather has begun to cool off here and that is always a blessing to us.. No air conditioner.. no heat.. Lower electric bill.. I love that.. and in these penny pinching times.. anything that helps lower a bill is a huge blessing by my standards..

Today is Thursday and that means I share three things with you who will visit here.. I hope you enjoy your visit and hopefully will come back again...


1~}- The Thursday photo challenge this week has listed the theme "ART" and goes further to explain it as follows... ~ Paintings, Drawings, Murals, Graffiti, Crafts, Brushes, Pens, Pencils,...~

I could have walked around snapping pictures of the drawing on my kid's room walls.. the bucket of paint Dave left sitting in the floor of the room we are working on.. the hand painted birdhouses that the children and I made years ago for our feathered friends.. the sketch books Coop left in his old room.. the pencil drawing Anthony made for me of the Gunslinger... The Apple Emily colored for me in first grade.. The velvet "Love" poster Jenny made for me.. or even some of Davids art work.. But I didn't.. I am still using someone else laptop and I am trying my very best to be a good borrower and not add anything... unless I positively have to... to her computer.. So I searched the very few pictures I had added and all the pictures of hers and way back in the distance behind her and her beloved.. I spotted some very beautiful art.. The trees in this shot are very appealing and artistic to me.. The statue isn't half bad either.. I love all things art and I think that Art covers an extremely large area.. My Mom's quilts are art.. Photographs family and friends make are art.. The food Reuben cooks is an art...The birdhouses we make from gourds are art.. Tattoos that my friend Red puts on people are art..Even the way I twist and turn words is an art.. I think almost everyone has some artistic talent... Maybe you can draw good sidewalk chalk pictures or build a great sand castle?! ..But My very favorite form of art.. is the beauty found naturally in our everyday world!..

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2~}- I recently entered a contest that I think I talked about where I didn't notice that it was "rounds"... My first round poem was called Spilled Colors and then I got the note saying I had to report to the sight and choose a name from a list and write a poem about a name on the list... As soon as I scanned the list I spotted a name that I have heard many times before... Uncle Weston has been a ghost story around these parts for many years.. A black Man ghost who plows a mule by lantern light is a ghost story that you never forget.. especially when you have stayed many nights in the house with your sister who lives on that land where he is said to walk... The contest is over and I didn't win.. I don't care about the winning really.. I usually write by what moves me .. once I saw this name I knew that I had to write Weston's story.. But I have had a gazillion comments on the poem.. I hope you like it.. If you ever come to this neck of the woods I'll be glad to show you where Uncle Weston plows.. I'll almost bet we could even get my oldest sister to put on a pot of coffee..


The Widow's Mite ~ (Weston)


Weston worked and worried
from sun up till sundown
for the freed-man knew the reason
that Pap had gone to town.

Pap had loved his family
but now that Ma was gone
Pap had said to Weston
"I can't do this alone."

Pap had hitched the wagon
and said "I've got to ride"
" But I'll be back this evening
with Leatha by my side.."

The young uns worried Weston
as they picked and teased all day
No matter how they nagged him
not a word did Weston say..

Pappy loved his Leatha
She worked right by his side
she proved herself a help-mate
not just an Old Man's bride.

Weston held each baby
As if they were his own
and all too soon for Leatha
God called Pappy home

The Young uns said to Leatha
we will give you land
some lumber for a two room shack
a mule and Pappy's Hand.

the Child bride was a widow
she had no will to fight
Weston was a freed-man
who became the widow's mite.

Weston spoke to Leatha
as the sun rose on the day
"Get yo babies Mammy
and lets be on our way"

Side by side they worked the land
a forty acre sprawl
they watched the sons grow in to men
straight and strong and Tall.

They called him Uncle Weston
their Pap had set him free
But he stayed to help their mammy
and hold them on his knee.

Crony; Benson; Dorris
and baby Elloree
all loved their uncle Weston
and now we come to me..

Weston died one Sunday
I now live on the land
where Mammy came with babies
and one old wrinkled hand.

They say Old Weston walks here
Him and his Mule Belle
They plow and plant the acres
and see that we are well..

I never saw a spirit
but sometimes late at night
I here the mules bell jingle
I see a lanterns Light..

Uncle Weston was a freed man
His skin as black as Night
But Mammy was a widow
and he was Mammy's Might!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-16-2009

a special thanks to Crony's daughter Nancy
and to her daughter-in-law Trudy for sharing
their stories of Mammy and Uncle Weston

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3~}- A Haiku to finish out the three..

Dave and I planted a few rows of peas .. we planted them late in the year but were hoping to get a few pots of fresh ones before the frost finished them off.. We picked a dishpan full this week. Mama sure is a lot faster pea sheller than I am.. she had them shelled by the time I got our lunch fixed.. Three quarts of peas for the freezer and a rare weekday lunch with me.. Mama and Dave.. I love fresh peas and corn bread...

supper time

field peas with fat back
bubbling on the wood stove~
tummies rumble

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-20-2009

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That is three for Thursday.. another week has almost come and gone.. I noticed yesterday that the stores have Halloween and Christmas decoration all crammed in there together..I did finally find a pilgrim stuffed on the bottom shelf way down on the end of the aisle.. I was thinking about decorating with a skeleton in a Santa suit with a lady pilgrim.. baking a pumpkin pie.. for his wife.. That way I can just decorate once time and leave it up till just before New Years! wouldn't that be artistic?? ... Maybe I'll pass on the decorations all around and just quietly be thankful for the artistic beauty I see around me everyday... Have a great day!!
Patsy

Three things for Thursday!

“If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down.” ~ Mary Pickford

“Waste not fresh tears over old griefs” ~ Euripides

“Love and eggs are best when they are fresh” ~ Russian Proverb

# 1~} Thursday Challenge~ today's word FRESH!

(Today's Fresh eggs with Garden Fresh veggies!)

# 2~} Thankful Thursday! ~ I find that I have so many things to be thankful for.. I feel that I am guilty of overlooking things that should be considered blessings... Today I am thankful for good friends...a big family.... and fresh ideas... ( not to mention the aforementioned...fresh eggs!)

# 3 ~} a poem ~ a little on the dark side~
from a word list ~ spattering; pallid ; masquerades; quench;
veiled; bound; warily; shadow; wolf; mask; betrayed; emotion;
strobe; perfumed; somber~ There was no name attached to this list
and the person stated that they would like to remain anonymous....
Thank you for the list and I hope you like what I did with your words...


Homeward Bound

powdered and perfumed
she awaited darkness warily
resting on the lonely bench
not a single emotion betrayed
her lost future reflected
only by the shadow of time
the careful spattering
of ruby on pallid cheeks
sunset settled silently
into the nights chilly air
searching for the next fix
to quench his raging thirst
a wolf in banker's mask
drives a Mercedes to her fate
perfect teeth flash a wicked smile
in a single strobe of light
songbirds sing a somber song
as she masquerades innocence
she was found in sweet September
abandoned unmercifully by the smile
broken dreams and promises
veiled by millions of sticky scarlet leaves
released at last from addictions grasp
the runaway heads home.....

written by: Patricia Sawyer
9-13-2009



Thanks to everyone who stopped by my blog today.. I have shared three things with you that I hope you have enjoyed.. Take a fresh look around your world today.. breath some fresh air.. do you need a fresh start? Would you like to share some fresh Ideas? any comments welcomed.. Have a great day!
Patsy

Three Things for Thursday

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him." ~ Buddha

“Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one's head.” ~ Mark Twain

"Every child is a thought in the mind of God, and our task is to recognize this thought and help it toward completion." ~ Eberhard Arnold

1-} ~ 17 words to describe the world as you view it..
these are a lot harder to write than you may think.. how much can a person say with only 17 words?? how do you think I did?? Thankfully the title doesn't count in this one and it can be used as a great starting point.. or as a hint to the nature of the poem.. I have done a lot of the tiny word count poems.. they are a challenge for sure... Maybe you have a word you would like to see me work with? if so send it to me.. I can't promise anything but I will give it a shot.. I am always open to new writing ideas...


Then There Were None

swirling ~ twirling
faster ~ faster
time promenades
look listen learn
beggars ~ thieves
trust YOURSELF
humanity
instinct or extinct?

written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-8-2009


2-}~ a tanka..
~ Grandma Morris used to talk about the Old Maids and Wallflowers. I always had them pegged as the ugly girls with little or no hope of finding a husband.. The urban dictionary describes the term wallflower as ~ a person who is shy and at a glance uninteresting... a loner who is able, by their invisible nature, to hear many delightful and wicked secrets.. It is almost enough to make me become a wallflower.. a wallflower is also a beautiful flower native to Southern Europe.. It gives off a rich and heady scent.. often used in perfumes and body lotions.. The plant does have a natural tendency to separate itself from other plants in the garden often sprouting in cracks and crevices...this may have been what led people who fade into the background to be know as wallflowers... Of course while Talking to my oldest sister, Trudy last week-end it came out that Grandma herself was 24 when she married my Grandfather..I had to giggle a little bit.. secretly to myself.... Grandma was her self an old maid by the standards set in those days..and she was a schoolmarm too.. Not that I would have ever told her that.. She would have switched my behind and then put me on the steps forever...This poem was written from the one word ~ Tanka~ prompt of wallflowers... let me know what you think..


Wallflowers

suave chaps stand ready
a vintage champagne flowing
musical tones swell
as loathsome ladies babble~
this years wallflowers in bloom

Written BY: Patricia Sawyer
9-8-2009

3-}~ On to round Two!~
a couple of weeks ago I entered a poetry contest.. I half read the instructions and though I thought I understood them I must have been a little off that day.. I didn't choose just one color.. I could even swear it said you could choose more than one color.. I chose a rainbow almost.. When I read the judges comments I was certain it would say ~ Bah Hah you suck!~ But instead I was tickled to find that it said " welcome to round two" ... there are rounds?? How did I miss the fact that there are rounds?? I was in the top thirty five to have entered.. I wasn't gold or silver or even bronze in the first round but I get to go to the second round.. No pre-writes allowed in any round so that means you have to write something almost on the spot.. I think we have 13 days to write this one.. but here is the kicker.. this round has to be about a person.. Yep they have a list and you have to choose a name from the list..and write a poem about that person.. I have looked the list over.. I liked several names but one has stuck in my mind.. ~ Weston~ I never knew a Weston but there is a ghost story of a Weston here in town.. He was a Black share cropper and he had a mule.. We'll see... Bobby is also on the list.. I could do something with that name I'm sure.. Bobby and I go way back.. there are names there that I have never seen before.. odd names and unique names too... it also says you can choose two names and do twins.. I'm pretty sure I won't be doing twins.. we'll see.. I'm still amazed that it is rounds and that I made it to the second round.. the following is my poem from round one!


Spilled Colors

a palette filled with colors
lavender and green

shades and blendings
both shadows and sheens

lemon and rosy red
gold dust and ice blue

so many colors
almost every hue

sadness and tears
giggles and grins

fat ones and skinny ones
and fat ones that thin

different colors for happy
for sadness and strife

a palette of spilled colors
in this painting called life

Written By: Patricia sawyer
8-31-2009



Thanks for stopping by my blog.. I hope you have enjoyed your visit today.. I hope you have enjoyed my three poems and my thoughts. Please leave me a comment if you visited me today! Have a wonderful night!
Patsy

Thursday! I Almost have this Week Whipped!

"The Constitution does not just protect those whose views we share; it also protects those with whose views we disagree."

"Do we operate under a system of equal justice under law? Or is there one system for the average citizen and another for the high and mighty?"

"I hope for an America where we can all contend freely and vigorously, but where we will treasure and guard those standards of civility which alone make this nation safe for both democracy and diversity."~ All By Ted Kennedy- 1932- 2009

1~} Edward M. Kennedy was born at Brookline, Massachusetts on 22 February 1932 and died at his Hyannis Port, Massachusetts home late on Tuesday night, 25 August 2009.

I was sleeping when my Television made an unusual toning sound that woke me up.. It was the "Breaking News Tones" I have only ever heard them a very few times so I knew something important or maybe even bad had happened... Ted Kennedy has died with Brain Cancer was the headline!

Born to a large; wealthy and powerful family, Teddy was the youngest of nine children. His three brothers all met violent deaths One brother, Joseph, died in world War 2. John and Robert were both assassinated. He won the US Senate seat his brother John vacated when elected president, at the earliest legal age of 30... a seat that he held until his death...President Barack Obama hailed Edward Kennedy as "the greatest United States senator of our time."

Even though his private life was undisciplined, marked by many affairs, drinking, and one never forgotten auto accident that nearly cost him his freedom as well as his political career... his performance in the Senate was always focused and effective. He was known for being among the most liberal of Democrats, and the Democrat most likely to Make a deal with Republicans to enact the legislation most important to him. He was a firm fighter for equal rights.. he was also working on the heath care issues before congress now.. He was also the Author of a children's book called.."My Senator and Me" that tells the tale of how a bill becomes a law.. The book is written from a dog's eye view.. One of His own dogs Splash..

Kennedy will lie in repose at the John F. Kennedy Library in Boston, Massachusetts. A procession on Friday, August 28, will travel from the library to the Our Lady of Perpetual Help Basilica known locally as Mission Church in the Mission Hill section of Boston, where a funeral mass will be held. The four living former Presidents, Jimmy Carter, George H W Bush, Bill Clinton and George W Bush will all be attending. President Barack Obama will deliver a eulogy. Kennedy will then be buried at Arlington National Cemetery near the graves of his brothers.

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2~} This has been a long and exceptionally tiring week.. It began early Monday with Dave and I going to Augusta to pick up Coop's car from the shop.. and bringing it home on the trailer.. when we carried it over there it rode smooth.. coming back I think they had it out of balance or something.. Maybe because the guy at the shop drove it up on the trailer and didn't have it in the right place.. I don't know.. I am a woman.. I know nothing about cars.. except for how to pump gas.. I am expecting Cooper sometimes late tonight along with his girlfriend, Carly, Who I have never met... I imagine I'll have a house slam full of young men and women from tonight late until when ever they decide to leave heading back to New Mexico.. They flew here but will be driving back.... I always hate it when my kids are traveling.. I am ill at ease from the time they leave till they get here and ill at ease again from when they leave here until they call me and say they are safely home.... Way over there on the other side of the country!... me<~~~~~~~~~~~> them .... and just so we are clear on this.. New Mexico is part of the United States! I am always surprise when someone asks me if it doesn't bother me that both of my sons have chosen to live in another country... I would laugh if I didn't find it so sad that grown people don't know any better than this....just today someone asked me how often I had to renew my permit to go to see my sons.. I managed not to laugh out loud.. I didn't even bother to explain to this person who I know to have graduated from college... I simply smiled and told him that I renewed my green card every year.. "WOW" he said " I thought they were good for longer than that!"... I have the bed sheets changed on both guest beds since Cooper says he's staying in his own room and I'm offering them the other room since it has a bathroom right there in the room.. I have cleaned and polished... I have chicken salad ( his favorite food!) made and even have some put into containers for him to drag home with him.. I rode the lawn mower, which relaxes me, until it was pitch black outside.. and Now here I am! Crazy and worried till they pull up outside.. His friends picked them up so they might be tomorrow morning getting here...... I bet this is weird for all of you who usually find me so funny.. I guess the secret is out.. I am a normal Mom.. I worry and wonder about my kids.. I get uptight.. Every once in a while I even loose it.... But not tonight!

3~} I have decided to share with you three Haiku even though I have already shared some info on Ted Kennedy and some personal thoughts.. I have been working on a series of Haiku that have birds as their focus.. the first one is from that series.. the second one is simply because I can't see a dandelion without making a wish as I blow... Maybe it's the little girl hidden deep inside of me?.. The third one is from a walk in the woods Dave and I once took with all the kids.. we came upon a bluebirds nest in a dogwood tree deep within the woods.. for those who may not know it.. a bluebirds call is called a cheer... I hope you enjoy tonight's Haiku! Please let me know if you like them or if you don't... Have a wonderful day!
Patsy

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The Warbler

yellow- rumped warbler
feeds from a spider's web
sun shines on the dunes

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-23-2009

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Wish

dandelion spores
scatter with a breath's wind~
I make a wish

written By: Patricia Sawyer
6-23-2009


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Miracles

deep within the woods
a white dogwood blooms~
a bluebird cheers

written By: Patricia Sawyer
6-22-2009

Three for you today.. it's Thursday!

"Don't marry a man to reform him - that's what reform schools are for."

"Don't keep a man guessing too long, he's sure to find the answer somewhere else."

"Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from."

"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork."

"It's not the men in your life that matters, it's the life in your men."

"Save a boyfriend for a rainy day, and another, in case it doesn't rain."

"When women go wrong, men go right after them."
All from Mae West, 1893 - 1980

1~) I missed Mae's birthday on August 17th.. I guess I was battling the modem on that day..
No one knows for sure what year she was born since her stage name has different dates depending on what role she was playing at the time.. She was the highest paid woman in the world in 1935.. earning almost $481,000.. She was a very talented actress and writer.. she wrote or co-wrote almost all of her roles. Once writing a play called "SEX" for which she was arrested...she could have paid a fine and avoided jail but thinking it might be an adventure she chose jail.... she was racy and considered to be a bit too naughty for main stream back then. She was nothing like most women and she made sure everyone knew it... She made remarks both on stage and in life that had hidden sexual tones and double meanings.. She neither smoked nor drank... she believed in equality between men and women and is considered to be both an entertainment legend and an American legend. She earned a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.. Her star is located at 1560 Vine Street.

2~) An Acrostic Poem.

Life

Little moments; big ideas; grand schemes and flops!
Intimacies shared; secrets held; pennies saved in a box.
Friends laughing; enemies kept close; bills; brooms and Mops.
Every breath a different thing; a rose; a bird; or an Ox!

Written BY: Patricia Sawyer
8-20-2009


3~) a riddle- Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, even a river can’t fill it up. What is it?



I hoped and hoped for rain today.. Thunder and lightening circled around and around overhead covering the sky with a blanket of blackness... even now I can hear a distant rumble as the clouds roll away from us.. No rain so far for my garden.. I guess I'll water a little bit tomorrow morning..My newly planyed peas and beans are growing pretty fast.. we are hoping for one more late crop of veggies this year.. I still have empty jars..

I am so glad to have a modem that hasn't dropped off line even once today..I have caught up on my e-mails.. I was so happy I even read some of the ones that are always showing up in my spam folder.. I farmed a little in Farmville and worked at the factory in Yoville.. and played mafia wars on both facebook and myspace.. I wrote some poems and worked on a poetry class on Allpoetry.com.. I said I wasn't taking any more but I am fond of acrostic poems.. I shared one with you tonight.. It is for that class.. don't be fooled though.. those classes are hard.

I won 16th place in the poetry contests that I talked about a week or so ago.. the one where I submitted the poem called My Song... I was kinda sad till I realized that there was a gazillion entries... for the number of entries.. (thousands actually) 16th place was pretty good.. especially since I had never ever heard of that kind of poem.. ( a solfege) and wrote mine just off the top of my head.. Sometimes that's the best way to write..

Looking at the riddle I just realized that the answer may be hard for some of you modern folks.. the answer is actually rarely used any more and may be a complete mystery to many young people.. Maybe someone will be old enough to know what it is though.. Please leave me a comment if you know and even if you don't have a clue.. I'll be sure to let you know the answer tomorrow! Have a wonderful day!
Patsy

Just another Thursday!

"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry." ~Mark Strand

"Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them. Now we face the question whether a still higher 'standard of living' is worth its cost in things natural, wild and free. For us of the minority, the opportunity to see geese is more important that television."~ Aldo Leopold


"Fight for your opinions, but do not believe that they contain the whole truth or the only truth."
~Charles Anderson Dana

It's Thursday and it has been a great day even into the night.. Tonight you are getting three quick poems.. please enjoy!!
Patsy




1:} ~ a septolet is described as a short poem of seven lines.... having a total of fourteen words...having a break between two parts...the two parts deal with the same though.. each creating an image and the combined two create an image.


Wild Horses ~ {a septolet}

beautiful bangtail
spirit untamed
racing tumbleweeds
thundering
across mesas

stallions wrestle
under night skies...

written by: Patricia Sawyer
8-6-2009


2:} ~Another septolet... much harder to write than you know.. with only being allowed 14 words..
each word has to say a mouthful!


In the Swamp!

Tiny
Woven basket
Hidden
In creek side willows.

Beautiful Hummers
Feast
On wildflower Nectar.

written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-22-2009

3:} ~ and finally just one more short poem.. Do you have nightmares? I often do.. they come creeping into my sleep...calling for me...

Nightmares~

Night after Night as
I try to enjoy slumber
Groans and moans and
Howling stomping spirits
Torment. Keeping me awake.
Most don't intend to frighten
All lost souls searching. hoping
Reaching out from the shadows
Each wanting to step into the light
Soar into paradise. A Nightmare no more!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
1-23-2009


I hope you enjoy the three poems I have shared with you tonight? I don't often share three poems on any one night.. Tonight has been so much fun that I am in a sharing mood.. One of my best friends and I started it off with a couple hours of laughing and talking before we were joined by another two friends...a couple who stayed on after she left... I don't have company here during the week much I am wore slap out from laughing at the three of them who before tonight had never met... What a night.. I hope your day was a s good and if not.. Better luck with tomorrow!
Patsy

It's Thursday.. Please enjoy these three!

"Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind."
- Catherine Drinker Bowen, 1897 - 1973

"Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death - fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous constant."
- Edna Ferber, 1885 - 1968

"Good writers define reality; bad ones merely restate it. A good writer turns fact into truth; a bad writer will, more often than not, accomplish the opposite."
- Edward Albee

1:) A Haiku!

Run Away

copper curls rest on
a bulging backpack pillow~
stars light the night sky

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-16-2009


2:) Another Haiku!

Stormy Night

rain beats out a song
drumming on a hot tin roof~
frogs croak with delight

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-16-2009

3:) A new style of poetry for me..It is for a contest on PoetrySoup.com .. Apparently it is considered to be a very challenging Poem to write..All of the comments left for me there said I did Great!!! I do wonder though if anyone would say so if a poem was Not good?? No one has even told me I wrote a bad poem.. From what I have read a few people even gave up on this challenge.. This style was new to me.. I don't think it would be a style that I will write very many of but I did enjoy writing this one.. Now hopefully you will enjoy reading it too.. Just for your Information.. I have many poems listed on Poetrysoup.com.. You will find me by My Name.. Patricia Sawyer!


My song- ( Solfège)-

Do- Re- Mi-

Do..Dodo.. flightless bird
fearless of humans; easy prey!
Extinct so long many believe you a myth....

Re master of universe
mirror image of Ra...worshiped
by millions seeking a ray of hope..
a ray of sunshine warming heart and soul...

Mi.. Mi.. ME
Calm me.. breath..deeply breath..
help me.. bless me.. sing my song..
Do - Re- Mi-

Fa- So- La-

Fa away from everything;
everyone I love.. wishing..
dreaming.. desolate..

So- so- Sewing
Grandma's old sewing machine..
bright colors.. tiny stitches..
warm quilts... So- so- Sew!

La- La- La-
Sadness.. Dark.. gloomy..
overwhelmed.. lonely.. Tears..
La-La-La-...LA! LA! LA!

La- Ti- Do-

ti-Ti- piercing.. Heart weary..
Ti.. Ti.. Tea!
a hot cup with lemon and honey..
faith ..hope.. a ray..

Do- stronger now!
Do- Do- Do what you have to!
find strength.. it's there..deep inside you..
survive! grow! learn! LIVE!!

do- re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do...
DO- RE- MI- Fa-So- La- ti- do!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-27-2009


Bonus!! ~And to help you understand the poem a Bonus!~ Solfege or Solfeggio, is a method of assigning a syllable to every pitch / degree of a scale. Instead of singing the actual names of the notes in the scale (eg. c d e f g a b) we use the syllables instead (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti). There are a few different versions of Solfege in use but this is the one they suggested for the purpose of writing this poem..

Solfege was created in the 10th Century to help monks to easily learn the chants for the mass. Guido d' Arezzo was having a difficult time teaching his monks the Gregorian Chants for the weekly mass services. He devised a system of placing the notes of the scale on his hand. Each note had a symbol on a different part of his hand. In this manner, he could point to a symbol on his hand and the young monks would sing the corresponding note. An entire song could be sung just by pointing to the different parts of his hand. The "Guidonian Hand" was widely used in Europe. In the 1600's the French standardized the use of solfege as we know it today. Most of us have sung Doe a deer... ect. in elementary school music class.. I will admit it was quite a challenge to write a poem in this way.. How do you think I did?

That's three for you this Thursday! I hope you enjoyed the things I have shared with you tonight.. Feel free to comment and remember I will even try write a poem from a word list you provide.. as long as I don't have to look the words up.. in other words don't send me your College chemistry Vocabulary words... I know that sounds like I'm lazy but you don't use words you don't know the same way you used common words..and for me words have to flow... Yea I know ... you still think I'm lazy...believe me.. writing is not all talent.. it does take some research and that is a lot like work.. Have a great day!
Patsy!

Three for Thursday! short and sweet!

"Man does not live by words alone, despite the fact that sometimes he has to eat them."
- Adlai Ewing Stevenson

"The investigation of the meaning of words is the beginning of education."
- Antisthenes

"Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own."
- Carol Burnett

Good Evening and welcome to a short and sweet three for Thursday. It is just beginning to storm here so I will keep this as short as possible. Otherwise I will be knocked off-line over and over and By the time I have posted I will hate the rain and the internet and my computer. I will be saying words that will invite lightening to strike me in my nasty mouth... In order to avoid the likelihood of all this unpleasantness; I will simply share with you tonight three of my Haiku.. I will then watch the lightening from the safety of my bedroom window... No getting kicked off line.. no swearing.. no angry lightening striking me from the beautiful red sky...

~Yes I did say red sky. the sky here is red and fades to an almost lavender as it dips behind the trees across the dirt road from me.. I have never seen a sky quiet like this one... Beautiful and yet just a tiny bit UN-nerving for some reason.. birds are sitting on the ground as the winds begin to sway through the tree tops.. I have always heard that if the birds rest on the ground then a bad storm is coming your way... I am glad that I don't fear storms..... ~

Short and sweet.. Please enjoy my haiku tonight.. I hope that each of you have safety in whatever storms life may toss your way.. Have a great Night!

Patsy

Run Away

copper curls rest on
a bulging backpack pillow~
stars light the night sky

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-16-2009



Stormy Night

rain beats out a song
drumming on a hot tin roof~
frogs croak with delight

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-16-2009

Fiery Fingers



a lit Lucifer

falls from a fumbling fist

the burned oaf gawks



written By: Patricia sawyer

5-27-2009

Thursday? Ok I'll give You Three!

"Only amateurs say that they write for their own amusement. Writing is not an amusing occupation. It is a combination of ditch-digging, mountain-climbing, treadmill and childbirth. But amusing? Never."
~Edna Ferber

"Photography to the amateur is recreation, to the professional it is work, and hard work too, no matter how pleasurable it my be."
~Edward Weston

"Do not quit. You see, the most constant state of an artist is uncertainty. You must face confusion, self-questioning, dilemma. Only amateurs are confident ... be prepared to live with the fear of failure all your art life."
~W. O. Mitchell

1:)~ Today is the Birthday of the Worlds Greatest Athlete~ Jim Thorpe!

Fast Facts

Full Name: James Francis Thorpe
Nickname(s): Wa-tho-huck, Bright Path, Jim

Date of Birth: May 28, 1887
Place of Birth: Prague, Oklahoma
Date of Death: March 28, 1953

Occupation: Football Player, Track and Field Athlete, Baseball Player
School: Haskell Indian School (Lawrence, Kansas) Carlisle Indian School (Carlisle, Pennsylvania)
Athletic Position: Halfback
Athletic Teams/Organizations: Cleveland Indians, Oorang Indiana, Rock Island Independents, New York Giants, Canton Bulldogs and Chicago Cardinals

• He won the gold medals in the decathlon and pentathlon during the 1912 Olympic Games.

• Believe it or not, Thorpe once hit 3 home runs into 3 different states in the same game. During a semi-pro baseball game in a ballpark on the Texas-Oklahoma-Arkansas border, he hit his first homer over the left field wall with the ball landing in Oklahoma, his second homer over the right field wall into Arkansas and his third homer of the game was an inside-the-park home run in center field, which was in Texas! (Even I have a hard time believing that story~ But we all know that everything on the Internet is true! right?)

*Thorpe's Olympic wins were jeopardized in 1913 when it became known that he played two semi-professional seasons of baseball. The Olympics Committee had strict rules about Olympians receiving money for participating in professional athletics. Thorpe, who stated he played for the love of the game and not the money, was put under the microscope. It was decided that his baseball experience made him a professional athlete. His name was removed from the record books and his gold medals were taken away. Thorpe's medals were finally restored to him posthumously in 1982. In addition, and most important to his family, his name was put back into the record books.

2:)~ A Haiku

Facing Yourself

staring eye to eye
from with in the looking glass
your reflection damns.

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-7-2009


3:)~ 5 Minute Recipe~

Omelet Roll-ups

Egg - 1
Milk - 1 tablespoon
Oil - 1/2 tablespoon
Salt and pepper - a pinch
Grated cheese - 1 tablespoon
1 tortilla

• Mix egg, milk, salt and pepper. Heat a pan with the oil to medium-high. Then pour in the egg, and cook for about a minute.
• Place over the tortilla, and sprinkle on cheese

Wow how fast was that? Tasty too. Just what I needed for my late night supper. I could have added a slice of ham or some store bought bacon bits without adding any time or even chopped some things to add to the omelet with adding only a minute more.


Well there ya Go! Three for Thursday! I really did try the omelet roll ups and it was good. Of course I did have a egg fresh from my own chickens and I'm sure that anything I cooked with them would be tasty! Next time I will add some ham or a bit of Bacon bits too though. I also used a slice of pepper jack cheese because I love my food spicy! You could add whatever you like!
I hope you enjoyed your three for Thursday! I hope you have a wonderful Day!
Patsy

Three for Thursday!

"If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents."
~ Robert Browning

"As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you'll only get to play one round." ~ Ben Hogan

"Some people, like flowers, give pleasure just by being." ~ unknown


Today is Thursday. That means it's time for me to share three things with you. There are so many wonderful things I could share.. Pictures and stories and even a recipe or song. I have a blue gazzillion thoughts running around in my head just waiting to be shared. I reckon that means I shouldn't run out of material for a lot of Thursdays huh? Let's get started with today's Three for Thursday!

1:) A photo~
I searched both high and low for a four leaf clover to share with y'all. As luck would have it, I only found this beauty in full bloom. This plant lives in an old igloo, ice water, cooler on my back step. I love to see it with blooms open wide in the early morning sun. I also like to tiptoe quietly past it as it bows it's head and pulls it's blossoms closed in the early evening dusk. It's as if it is sleeping. I guess it goes to bed with the chickens.






2:) Speaking of Chickens!

This is Red Rooster. He is loud and proud. His hens, or wives as we like to call them are a little bit lazy and don't lay as well as the other hens but nothing stops him from being the loudest crowing rooster in the chicken garden.






The Black and white hen is one of his lazy wives.
She lays only about two eggs a week. Her name is Regina. I keep telling her and her other pen mates that they are going to have a new name....
"Pot Pie" will be a fine name for them if they don't get into the game and start laying me some eggs! Actually I would most likely never eat one of them. They run to the edge of the pen when they see me coming in the mornings. They know I have a treat such as sweet feed or a slice of bread. They are spoiled. I think it would be hard to eat something that you have spoiled like Dave and I have our chickens. We love the fresh eggs though! And we love seeing the little ones hatch in our home made ( cooler) Incubator.


3:) a Haiku

Hidden

the weeping willow
shelters a laughing maiden ~
a young man searches

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-7-2009


Well there ya go with three for Thursday! Today has been a good day for me. I enjoyed some time spent watching my newly hatched quail babies try to figure out how their legs worked. I picked some fresh dill for a salad and stood and ate strawberries right out of the barrel where they grow in my back yard bucket garden. Dave and I walked off a quail run for the males that we hope to either sell to the hunting clubs or eat. We spent some time together just watching the babies in the brooder as they try to figure out rather they want to fly or just run. Take time to enjoy simple things.
Smell the roses or the evening primrose or whatever blooms near you. If nothing blooms near your home you could always plant something in a tin can or a cast off ; cut off; milk jug. I love the simple things! Relax! Enjoy a few minutes daily just looking at the simple things in nature. It will lower your blood pressure and who knows, you might even see something that leads you to a smile! Have a wonderful day!
Patsy

Three for Thursday!

"Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man's faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements." ~ Giacomo Puccini

"Motivation is an external, temporary high that pushes you forward. Inspiration is a sustainable internal glow which pulls you forward." ~Thomas J. Leonard

"I learned ... that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic striving, but it comes into us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness." ~ Brenda Ueland

~I bet everyone is surprised to see more from me so soon. My computer decided it liked me for an extra hour tonight so here I sit thinking about what would be good to write about on Thursdays.. A lot ob bloggers have a different theme for each night. There are a few for Thursday; but being me and my normally contrary self; I didn't like any of them! Well I like them but they wouldn't stick with me.. or I wouldn't stick with them.. we would simply loose interest and then Thursdays would be a wash till I figured out something else. So tonight begins my very own~ "Three for Thursday!" ~ Thursday night event. Each Thursday I will have three of something on my blog.. It might be pictures of something or maybe someone.. It might be questions with answers.... I could share with you three of my thoughts from that day.. I could find three riddles.... Or Maybe I could write three Rhymes... And Maybe IT could be a combination of three but you'll get three on Thursday.. For as long as I can anyway! We will of course always begin with three quotes...

1- (thought)~

Tonight's quotes are about inspiration. People often ask me where I get my inspiration for a poem or a story. I wish I knew. I have dreamed poems and got up from my bed to write them down. I have felt them tumble through my mind as I drove eighty miles an hour to keep from being late to work. And I have cried for no reason and wrote words that I had no idea were in my heart. I really do wish I knew where some of the things come from.. they just come.. Even the un-invited ones come.. The sad and lonely ones come.. But thankfully the happy hopping silly ones come too! ( like inspiration can actually hop and skip into your work!?)

2- (haiku)~

A Delicacy

the cast iron skillet
sizzling over the blaze
legless bullfrogs roar

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-7-2009

3- ( Picture!)

Feeding the Birds

Mother's Day!
1992
Hunting Island State Park!

~ though we didn't know it then; those truly were good days!~

So there ya go! Three for Thursday! This week I gave you a good example. I hope you are having a great Day today. Try to be an inspiration to someone today if you can. Enjoy new foods if you get the chance. You never know until you try it. Hold the precious memories of your children close. If you are raising children , please give them good things to remember. Inspire them to become the best that they can be. Allow them to also inspire you ! Laugh often, Love as many as you can! Have a great day!
Patsy