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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes.  I'm starting a new blog because
I'll be linking to
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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Congratulations! First Place Winner- WDC HeartThrob Poet 2021 for your piece [Link To Item #2245229] . *^*Heart*^* Samberine](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-HeartThrob_Poet-2072550_15.gif) HeartThrob Poet It's 10:47 p.m. It's still Monday. I'm fading, but at least I had nothing important planned. That means I should do something, anything, that needs doing... *sigh* The advantage of being a nobody who is never (actually seldom) read is that I can post with very few consequences. I responded to Robert: "Nice Bible quote. Unfortunately it gets buried by "Hate Thy Neighbor. Donald 1:2." and "Love Me. Donald 1:1." So nice to combine two taboos! And, yes it's hyperbole. And no... The Wisdom of Donald isn't found in every Bible. Just some. You are right that neither teachers nor politicians nor preachers are always right or wrong. But so many seem to have rejected critical thinking and instead adhere to anti-science mutterings. As for the internet ... face-to-face has the advantage of using all the senses, not just some. And it can be verified in real time whether the person you are interacting with is a hologram or not. And ... on-line lies are fossilized in memes and repetitions of lies from 2016, 1999, 1864 ... etc. What may have been true then may be true no longer. Except of course the verified video of Hillary starting WW2.  I have a copy I can lend you. 3:47 a.m. and 41 degrees. I got up or a glass of milk. I couldn't sleep. I wasn't dreaming per se, more like a daydream of wandering off to Norway, lost until I came upon a grave in Molde that had my true name on it. Yes, I am aware that I'm sitting in a chair in Montana writing this but "I was there" planting pansies on my grave, writing about the life of a ghost, and reciting my poem titled "Marit". I kan ikkje snakker på norsk, men i Molde kunne I ikkje snakker på engelsk. I Amerika hadde I en hund og der ei kat "Sjasta" kjem heim med meg frå gravlunden. No vil I gjerne sove. Men vi får se. Of course, seeing an awardicon message in my inbox might not let me sleep. 1st prize for a poem I had great doubts about even submitting as I was concerned it might offend someone  . I am so confused.
Noonish and warming, a sunny 47 degrees. I googled the name that came to mind in a daydream early this morning: Tun Øystein Ny... maybe Tønnes Øystein Nyberg? (but I could be wrong on first and last name) I googled it to be sure because as odd as it seems what seems odd is sometimes close to true. It may as easily have been Trond Nilsen which is more Norwegian and people with that name actually exist. Nyberg is Swedish but found in Norway. So much for silliness. As for "Marit" ... Rosepiken is a bronze statue in Molde. I've been there and taken a picture, visited the rose gardens above and behind her. I need to write that poem; in my mind, I already have or will, so... https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo-statue-of-the-rose-maiden-girl-and-fountain-ne... 4,043 |
  PROMPT March 16th What lesson do you remember most vividly from your childhood? To never open my mouth (I smiled instead) and to never make a mistake. I wasn't good at either. I liked strangers then as much as I do now. Too bad I was afraid around family and neighbors. My smother projected her fears of being blamed and shamed. We were meant to be perfect children. We were miserable. As a left-hander I smudged. This was not acceptable. I learned how to do things my way. I practised my penmanship until I had the best writing in the class. My cursive is still fairly good. My lettering is not. I avoid talking too much about my childhood. There were happy times I'm sure, but monsters lurked behind every stray misspoken word and smiles weren't always returned. |
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