Showing posts with label three word wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label three word wednesday. Show all posts

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Winter Air Rides the Wind..

" The time you feel lonely is the time you most 
need to be by yourself. "
    ~ Douglas Coupland


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Alphabe- Thursday.. " M "



  ~ Magical Moments ~

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Modern Mysteries


Malicious malefactor
mesmerizes 
mischievous males..
magnifying 
modern mysteries..

Miniature musicians 
misbehaving ...
morbid movements
maneuvering 
moonstruck maidens...

Metropolitan mercenaries
minimize
melodious misdemeanors
meticulously... 
malignant monotony maintained...  

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

2-12-2015

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Theme Thursday - " sweets "















" Sweets "

lady fingers.. lemon bars
blueberry bites.. and chocolate stars

baked Alaska .. banana split
pecan pie.. a certain hit

pastries.. doughnuts.. 
and tart mince meat... 
all are things that I can't eat...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

2-12-2015

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Three Word Wednesday ~ #414

{ devious- frown- venomous }


















Discoveries ~

devious desires discovered
venomous revenge plotted 
sweet smiles hide her frown
with a shiver.. life's plans wilt

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

2-12-2015


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Thanks for stopping by.. I hope you enjoyed my words today.. I welcome both comments and followers.. I hope you have an amazing day..
Patsy




Thursday, February 28, 2013

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



Thursday, August 4, 2011

What a Wonderful Storm..

" A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. " ~ John Muir

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Project 365- A Photo Every day!


















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Haunted


moaning mournfully
red-haired spook stays closeted
intruders scatter

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-24-2010



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Butchering

wood fires boil wash pot
fat hog scratches against fence
papa hones his blade

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-24-2010


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Gone Fishing

mountaintop hide out
empty wives cursing unheard
salmon on the fire

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-24-2010

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Panhandler

wailing gibberish
he gathers coins and pity
laughing beggar banks

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-24-2010
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Three Word Wednesday-  Appear.. Dose.. Pierce


Endangered
thick skinned  giantess
pierced with a deadly dose
horn poachers appear

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
8-4-2011


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

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Thursday.. Hot with No Chance of Rain..... But I Own a Rainmaker!!

"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"   ~  John Lennon

"Into each life some rain must fall." ~  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself. " ~ William Shakespeare

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Project 365- a photo every day-















three stooges?..


Mason.. Hannah.. and Danielle..

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Alphabe- Thursday..  the letter N..













Nightmares


For nine nights now
never ending nightmares
of Neanderthals...

neat novices
who needle quality
needlepoint neckties...

sad nymphs and necromancers
jiggle their navels
beneath neon lights..

Long nails with nail polish
and nasty narcotics
fill me with nausea early on...

narrow napkins narrowly
keep the nosy neighbor
from sharing his nakedness..

a nephew in a negligee and
a nightingale nesting on the nightstand
both point North..

needlessly now
I number the ninety nine reasons
I need numbness...

nervous as the nun hands me
a nugget of nutmeg
I see the noose drop around my neck..

the nice neighborhood
never notices the noises
echoing through the night
as I leap from the bed screaming NO!!


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-21-2011

Three Word Wednesday...  jiggle- quality- early

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

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

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

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Another Week has Come and Gone!

" An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language." ~ Martin Buber


"I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean." ~ Socrates


"Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child." ~Carl Sandburg


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Project 365~ a Photo every day!



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Three Word Wednesday-- Evident/ Illusion / Tragic


Redemption Nigh-


attention details
uncertain tales spill wildly
almost poetic

blood red fills the glass
tiny droplets stain the floor
best enemies look away

tragic illusion
fierce involvement evident
six friends bear witness

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-13-2011




Haiku Heights- Prompt #38 Nigh-




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Have you wondered where I am?... I have been gone from my blog for way to long.. Life has been pretending that I am a yo yo.. tossing me this way and that.. sometimes even letting me sleep as it plans it's next attack.. Today I discovered my husbands drill abandoned and took out my frustrations on baskets.. boards.. buckets and even a rake.. hoping that the something different might exercise my angers.. cool my fires.. still my thundering thoughts.. silence is often the best charge.. but it was not to be.. I am still feeling mean and vindictive.. Tomorrow I will leave the drill alone and attack the yard with a rake instead.. Maybe if I can't calm my spirit.. I can wear it out instead.. Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome comments and followers.. Have a great day!

Patsy

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

It's a Hot and Dry Wednesday!

"The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown." ~ Rene Magritte

"Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart." ~ Mohandas Gandhi

"Has fortune dealt you some bad cards. Then let wisdom make you a good gamester."
~ Francis Quarles

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Sepia Scenes ~ #94



~ The way to the top of an abandoned building.. I love stairs.. and iron.. but you couldn't pay me to climb these narrow spooky steps... rising silently into the creepy darkness of above.. there is No telling what dangers wait at the top of these stairs...
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Three Word Wednesday ~ celebrates their 200th prompt

This weeks words are~ drink- feeble- predict

Wishes..

Pa wished the rain would never stop.. he wished he wasn't older that dirt.. he wished he had a drink or a joint or both...
Ma wished she could have found a mark and made some supper money before the storm.. But the night was still young.. and they were in the city that never sleeps..
Happily she reached out and took Pa by the hand.. she liked the way his wrinkles and hers lined up.. they had been wishing together for most of their life.. a lot longer than she could remember living anyway.. A sudden storm had caused her to run from the park.. dragging Pa along with her.. she laughed a little thinking about what they must have looked like flying along.. two old badgers like them.. coats flapping in the pouring rain.. Who would have ever predicted where they would be today.. she knew they couldn't stay here on the narrow stairs for very long.. some gang banger or crack head would be coming sooner or later to claim the dry space as his own.. Sometimes a girl had to do what a girl had to do.. She had learned that soon enough out here on the streets.. "Keep to yourself and keep alive".. she muttered..

"What you saying?... " Pa asked.. "Listen at that thunder".. Cocking his head to the left side he sighed.. "reminds me of when we lived in Charleston.. Hugo came and knocked us on our ass..."

"Yea" Ma said.. " Paid ten dollars a gallon for water to drink.." "yea" he agreed " till I decided to steal that truck... every body had plenty of water then... "

" I wish I had a nickle for every body that we gave water to back then.." she grumbled.. "Might have been enough to keep me and you afloat.."

Pa Pulled her closer to his side.. "You warm enough?" He wondered.. "we could take off some things if you're too hot.... I'm too hot.." He leered.. " I wish we had some satin sheets and a big old water bed.. You remember when we had that big old water bed don't you.. me and you and that crazy dog you had.. what was that dogs name again...?"

"You old pervert" she laughed " some cracked up.. gang banger might come along and make you wish you was dead... you keep your clothes right where they are... I remember that old bed.. and that crazy old dog.... Pearly May we called that dog.. crazy thing would bite her own self.."
"Ain't scared of no Gang Banger" .. He said... " you know better than that!"..

"Come on Pa.. " eyes glittering she pulled him to his feet.. as the sound of approaching hoodlums caught her attention.. "Time for me and you to move on... I sure hope this bunch ain't broke like the last ones were.." patting to the sharpened steel in her apron pocket... she let her shoulders drop .. and whispered.... " and this time ... please! .. won't you try to act feeble?"

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Mad Kane.. shares a first line for a Limerick every Wednesday night..
I have also used the same three words to finish off a limerick of my own.. I love Limericks and though I don't follow the facebook group of Limerick off.. I do often write one of my own from her first line.. you should check out her page.. she is very funny..

Half Good~

A woman who worked for her Dad
loved to drink and always wore plaid..
I predict.. swore her Gran
a feeble minded man..
and for her that won't be half bad..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
8-4-2010

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Wordful Wednesday~ for those of us who Just can't be quiet..


~ yesterday we had quite a storm.. I heard a sound much like the trickle of a fountain.. drip drip plop .. drip drip plop.. Plop..Plop.. Drip drip... Plop.. I looked everywhere trying my best to figure out where the wonderful rhythm was coming from... It wasn't the water falling into the rain buckets on the steps.. It wasn't the rain gutter running over.. Finally I spotted the source of the music.. right outside the window.. the pond was filled with giant elephant ears plants.. they would fill with rain drops from the storm and then tilt their huge leaf head and pour the water into the leaf below them.. over and over they filled and tilted.. Making a beautiful song in the storm.. Imagine my glee this morning to find a few leaves still holding a sparkling bulb of rain water right in it's center.. and if you look close at the drop you can see a reflection of the other giant leaves.. I have loved these plants from the time my Brother Davey gave me the first bulbs.. I love them even more now that I know they are so Musical!


~ I Thank you for stopping by my blog today.. I hope you enjoyed my photo's and words.. Have a wonderful Wednesday!
Patsy

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A Very Busy Wednesday!

"It is with our passions as it is with fire and water, they are good servants, but bad masters."
~ Aesop

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."
~ Robert Frost

" Writers rush in where everybody is very frightened to tread."
~ Guillermo Cabrera Infante

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Feeding Frenzy~

innocent victim
jumping to swallow the bait~
I scrape away scales

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-21-2010

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Sepia Scenes...

~ This old Photo.. that I "borrowed" from a bunch of old 8mm slides.. almost appears to be a bridge to NOWHERE.. If I had to make a guess I'd say it is the Golden Gate.. But it is not labeled.. and I have never seen the real thing... Dave's Dad.. the late Mr. George.. made a gazillion and one photo's from as far away as Alaska and sent home to his wife and children.. I guess it was his way of letting them be a part of his work travels... This one started out as a blurry black and white but I like it better in Sepia.. I honestly wouldn't want to drive across a bridge that was shrouded in Mist like this one is.. Spooky!!


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~ What is it about water that makes us cast away inhibitions and in many cases.. jump right in? Even the stodgiest old fogies will walk along the edge of the

water and get their toes wet in the ocean.. ~ from the great depths of the ocean to a narrow strip of plastic hooked to a water hose.. Water will always attract


those of us who love it..

~ What fun Cooper had daring the rest of us to join him in his slip.. sliding glee at Kirstin's Birthday Party.. It was plain that many of us adults really did want to run and slip and slide.. I have it on good authority that after the oldest of us left the young adults had a blast sliding across the plastic and right out onto the wet grass....


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.. Welcome to the Wednesday Wordless edition..

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Thanks for stopping by my busy world today.. I rushed around trying to get things done before the rain.. Then I counted all eleven drops as they fell onto the patio.. I hope you enjoyed your visit.. Feel free to comment and please do come again! Have a great day!
Patsy
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Wonderful Wednesday!

"Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose." ~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

"Human beings can always be relied upon to exert, with vigor, their God-given right to be stupid." ~ Dean Koontz

"Drawing is the poet's written line, set down to see if there be a story worth telling, a truth worth revealing." ~ Irving Stone

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~ I would love to be in this place.. floating on the cool clean water.. a bottle of liquid refreshment chilling in a basket close at hand..


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~ Dave and I were surprised to come across this
new-fangled train station way out in the middle of no where.. seeming out of place on a back road.. close to nothing important.. there is a gate between the rail road tracks and the front of the building.. but we honestly couldn't tell rather the building housed a real railway station or rather it was just the folly of some individual who lived next to train tracks.. Hattieville station it says.. and even in the photo you can see the schedule on the front of the building.. interesting to say the least.. Checking maps and encyclopedia entries on the history of rail roads.. I did discover Hattieville station on one of the old maps.. It appears to be in this same location.. I also discovered that the tracks in front of this lonesome station is what was once The Atlantic Coast Line Railroad.. After several mergers over a number of years it is now a small part of CSX Transportation.. Maybe someone has decided to revitalize a building that was hidden by vines and old trees.. or maybe someone just decided on a new decorating scheme to celebrate the location of their new building on an old historical sight.... either way our curiosity was peeked..
next time I'm in that neck of the woods maybe I'll get Dave to stop and go up to the door.....


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Lensday! ~ The Lens Day Challenge for this week is History.


~ This Train station is a very real part of southern history.. passenger trains used to run from town to small town all up and down the east coast.. There are very.. very few train tracks left here but many of the old stations are still standing along wide grassy area's where the tracks used to lay.. This Station is privately owned and is located in Kline, South Carolina..



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Three Word Wednesday asks us to write what we can from three words that they choose.. Just Three Words! This weeks words are.. gentle, praise, vulgar ..
This week.. as is often the case.. the words seemed to be at odds with each other.. and therefore at odds with me and me with them and dogs were barking and a phone called someone to work.. rush.. rush.. then finally.. as I made the third circle around the place.. hoping some dog would find a perfect spot.. I was trying the words different ways.. listening for something that struck.. this time it was the first line that leaped from my brain.. so many ways for a gentle one to be tormented.... as you read this poem think about what the words mean.. are you sure they mean what you think.. Please.. let me know if you like my writings.. I hope you enjoy your stop by my crazy world today.. Have a wonderful Wednesday!
Patsy
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~ Appeal ~

oh gentle soul
so long tormented...

what manner of death
your invocation...

at his grunts
of vulgar praise?


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-14-2010
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~ Wordless is now silent every single day.... welcoming us to share our wordless adventures at any time..

~ On the EDGE!
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

One more Wednesday.. I have words to say!

"If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water's edge."
~ Napoleon Hill

"Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths." ~ Muhammad Ali

"My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. Fortunately, everybody drinks water." ~ Mark Twain

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At the Water's edge... Watery Wednesday!
I had heard so many wonderful things about a place called Botany Bay.. A gift to the State of South Carolina it was once three separate cotton plantations.. This acreage also shelters many rare plants and animals.. and has some interesting historical sights... even though the remains of the old buildings and wells have been fenced.. to keep would be collectors from toting them away one piece at the time.. We still decided late in the day to make the long trip down to the coast to check it out for ourselves.. I was ready to wet my

feet with some salty waves.. This proud fellow was wading in one of the creeks we crossed over on our way to the parking area in the woods.. We also passed fields of giant sunflowers and tall corn stalks.. reaching upwards.. basking beautifully in the hot July sun.. It was somewhere around these corn stalks that I remembered that I had brought nothing cool and wet with me.. water water everywhere and not a drop to drink!

I expected a deserted two mile stretch of beach....
These ladies as well as others were all waiting for us when we got there.. we were a little surprised at the number of cars parked in neat lines deep in the woods.. I could smell the ocean but all I could see were huge lob lolly pines.. we still had a trek across the marsh to reach the sea.. The guard who signed us in said we had a half mile walk....On the beach there were a few people already there.. they were surfing and splashing... flying kites... and building castles .... walking and fishing... .. a few more people than I had hoped for..
but the water was gorgeous.. the shells were something else to see... the entire beach was littered with shells.. they have a rule that NO ONE takes a single shell from here.. I have a deep feeling that every once in a while one sneaks out.. What do you think?

Dave took a fast dip.. complaining of the million and three shells underfoot.. "even way out there!" he said shaking his fist at the water.. and then he sat beside me on a rock and read

over the map.... then he wrote notes in the sand as I read over the map... We traipsed back the half mile to the car after a while and on through the woods to look at chimneys and house ruins and old wells.. Even though not quiet what I expected.. I enjoyed my visit to Botany Bay.. Next time I will pack a bag lunch and maybe take a crowd..let everyone carry in there own food and then we will race to see who can look at everything the fastest... I will plan for a longer stay and I will absolutely take bottled water!! Have a wonderful watery Wednesday!
Patsy



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Sepia Scenes... Sepia Photo's .. ruins of plantation house and the chimney of a slave cabin..
Both protected sights located at Botany Bay~ Edisto Island.. South Carolina!

All that is left of a fancy plantation house!


.... can you imagine how life in this tiny slaves cabin revolved around this chimney.. they would have warmed themselves and cooked meals .. hung damp clothes to dry.... and almost everything else.. gathered around this central chimney..
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Three Word Wednesday.. Each week they post three words.. Some of us do our very best to write something worth reading with them.. The words for this week are.. bane- acrid- tepid

What's Your Poison?

an acrid swill of wolf's bane
vigorously stirred into tepid lime sweet tea...
tearfully in black stands me..


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-7-2010

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Saturday, July 3, 2010

So Many Words... So little time!

"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no business telling a man, sitting alone in his house, what books he may read or what films he may watch."

"The measure of a country's greatness is its ability to retain compassion in times of crisis."

"Sometimes history takes things into its own hands."

All of these quotes are by Thurgood Marshall.. Thoroughgood Marshall was born in Baltimore, Maryland on July 2nd in 1908. He didn't like writing such a long name, so while in second grade.. he shortened it to suit himself... When he was naughty in school.. his punishment was to copy the Constitution of the United States.. . After high school at Baltimore and Lincoln University at Oxford, Pennsylvania, he wanted to study law at the University of Maryland... At that time, the school's segregation policy would not allow him to attend there and he took his law degree at Howard University School of Law.. graduating first in his class. He went to work for the NAACP and started winning civil rights cases, including Brown v. Board of Education. President Johnson made him the first black Supreme Court justice in 1967.

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I hope each and every one of you are having a wonderful and safe holiday week-end.. Dave and I are staying at home and will be grilling some chicken and vegetables later today.. Please remember the military men and women who are stationed all over the world.. who give so much.. to insure our Independence! Many of you will enjoy fireworks and other displays of freedom tonight and tomorrow in celebration of Independence.. Please remember those who often give their lives that the rest of us may celebrate this holiday!
May God Bless the USA!
Patsy




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Independence

Individual choices.. Identities allowed
No King to rule.. to none we bow
Determined are you to reach the top
Each of us can rise or flop
Perhaps you're one who doesn't care
Even that's allowed.. It is! I swear!
No one will ever force you to matter
Dance if you would at the foot of my ladder
Energy and drive heeds freedoms call
New recruits prepared to fall
Can we ever forget the price they pay
Ever thankful for Independence day!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-3-2010

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I have combined two word lists this week to write the following short piece..
I hope you enjoy the short story..

This week's words from~ Three Word Wednesday!~ hassle, inject, wealth


This weeks words from~ Word Beads!~ Gilt -Irritable- Corporation - All -Disable




Banishment


The loud oinks of the pet gilt made Sallie irritable.. She had always hated the rule that Corporation decided who or what would become a mother.. Just another part of their controlling schemes.. All decisions were.. of course.. decided by whatever scheme they thought would bring the powerful men the most wealth.. At only seventeen.. She had been one of the first to be injected with the disable serum.. They pretended that it was to save her the hassle of birth control .. They had even gone as far as to promise her that her turn to be a mother.. would come.. That was only two weeks before they had married her to the handsome drone that she knew as Adam.. They had been together for many years now.. She had aged through the years but Adam had remained the very same.. Green eyes following her around and sending his reports straight to corporation.. She wasn't surprised that they had called her in for an interview.. but she had been very careful.. Being one of the corporations chosen travelers had been perfect .. She hadn't minded the long journeys to outer zones.. It was in fact on her very first journey that she had given birth to her son.. unknowingly pregnant before the serum was administered she had been surprised by an onset of pain just before reaching her destination.. Luckily for her the zone she had entered had many babies born that year and one more hadn't even been noticed.. She had been lucky to have been found.. lost and confused.. by the old Granger who loved her son almost as much as he loved the extra provisions that Sallie's trips provided for him.. He had raised the boy to be a bright and cheerful lad.. though she had complained to Adam repeatedly that the boy was slow witted.. Sallie had planned well.. Adam had reported her theft of food just as she had known he would.. He had also reported her dislike of the zone where she had spent her very first mission.. and her almost obscene hatred of the nasty old Granger and his son.... Hands clasped behind her back.. she wept.. as they read out the sentence that she welcomed.. Banishment... to the old Granger's cabin for the rest of her life..


Written BY: Patricia Sawyer
6-30-2010



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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Standing Beneath a Gibbous Moon....

"But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter." ~ Arthur Rimbaud

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
~ Anton Chekhov

"Everything has a natural explanation. The moon is not a god, but a great rock, and the sun a hot rock." ~ Anaxagoras

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Just looking up at the sky would you know what kind of moon this was?.. I wouldn't.. Tonight I know that it is a waxing gibbous moon.. Thanks to my grandson.. Mason.. I have learned a lot about the moon this last week.. every night as he and I give the dogs a final walk around the place before bedtime.. he explains the phases of the moon to me.. he has pointed out stars and tried to explain how to tell the difference in satellites and planets to his old Grandma.. I fear that I haven't soaked it all up as he has.. I am always amazed at how smart young kids are.. I don't think I knew words like astrology and and astronomy.. and I know I didn't know about the phases of a moon when I was ten years old.. I also didn't know how much blood a bat drinks in a day and what is in a snakes rattle.. and believe me.. I never take any one's word for anything.. Mason stood behind me every night after our walk and laughed as I looked up whatever had he shared .. we googled it all.. I have enjoyed the late night walks with our new dogs but I have really enjoyed them since Mason has been visiting.. who would have thought that his mini vacation would educate me?.. Thanks Mason!!
Mason with Bonnie and Clyde pose under the gibbous moon.. Thanks to everyone who has stopped by my blog today.. I hope you enjoy a moonlight walk when you can.. Have a great night!
Patsy

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this weeks Three Words are ~ Feign.. Virtue.. Imply
There are people who believe that the moon affects the way people act and the things that they do.. eavesdropping on the law enforcement by means of a scanner I often hear them ask each other if the moon is full.. It does appear that there is more crime during certain stages of the moon.... maybe it does affect people.. OR maybe it's just that you can see better by the light of a full moon.. after all if I was digging in the field with a light shining you might pay me more attention than you would if I was only using moonlight.... with the moon in mind I twisted this weeks words into this poem..
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Beneath the Gibbous Moon

virtue squandered
beneath the gibbous moon
the feign of innocence
a burden to bear

daring to imply guilt
the jealous called me out
bothersome adolescence
who will miss you

I rest upon my shovel
bothersome burden buried
angelic virtue restored
beneath the gibbous moon


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
6-24-2010

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In the strongest current.. in deepest water..

resting almost mid-river.. permanently open..this old draw bridge has become diving platform to many of the local youth.. Known as Burton's Ferry landing this spot was once home to a booming ferry operation.. as you drive along highway 301.. Miles of old roads peak through the tree tops in the woods to lead to this spot where the old UN-used road dead ends at the river.. and the open bridge slowly rusts away.. a silent reminder to what used to be.. The afternoon that I was there to make this photo I was amazed to find campers with their tents erected beneath the old bridges and a great number of people enjoying the river in the late afternoon sunshine.. even I once swam out to this old draw bridge to climb up and then leap carelessly into the river.... I guess things haven't changed as mush as we like to think.. watching the young folks jumping into the water just as I did long ago before I was an antique.. brought a smile to my face.. and a flicker of joy to my old heart.. then I remembered all the snakes and alligators I had seen swimming in this very same river.. and with a shiver I stopped myself from calling out a "Y'all be careful" to the kids who by now were giving me the crazy lady look.. Giving Dave the "drive on" nod I only glanced back twice at the fun loving frolickers..
tags: Sepia Scenes..
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