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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
Catastrophic Can we rebuild a better world? And the earth stood still in its orbit, granting a momentary stoppage of time and a rebirth of civilization. There was newness cast upon the planet, an event unseen by its inhabitants since the dinosaurs roamed freely. Soil sprouted a tangled growth of greenery and all the animals once recorded to have walked upon the earth lived once more. The seas, untamed and crystal blue, cascaded over the shores. The skies were bright once more and the sun was seated in its spot above the heavens providing the needed warmth below. In response to the orbs drastic change, meteorological elements battled one another leaving destruction in its wake. Humanity struggled for survival, while witnessing technology succumb to the forces of nature. Tried to do a Camp Fire and couldn't figure it out. So, food for thought if nothing else |
| Vacation is nearing its end and my heart is breaking. I shall soon resume the everyday stress of hospital life.It is not that I don't enjoy my time spent in this pursuit or that I am not rewarding my inescapable need to care for people, it just makes the other aspects of my life more difficult. Family time becomes sparse and hobbies are left to gather dust. Speaking of dust, my furniture tends to suffer the same fate. Another item, close to my heart that suffers, is my time spent writing. Deadlines and imagination are not meant for the weary. This is the first time in my life that I caught a glimpse of what retirement offers, and I must say the thought was not distasteful. Now if I can just get the lottery commission to cooperate with my plans. And by the way it was the first vacation or extended time off in over 2 years. I did manage to clean up my portfolio and write some new items, so feel free to check it out. |
| I sometimes wonder if dogs are not smarter than people. As I attempted to play with the laser, trying to get Dimitri to chase the light, he refused to be fooled. He just stared at my hand where I held the laser with a look of disdain for my attempted trickery. My other dog Vladimir, who we lovingly call Forrest Gump, danced after the light flying about in circles. He at least had the social grace to humor me. Later when the dogs were staring out the window, I asked in my high pitched squeal, "Is Daddy home?" They both casually walked down to the bathroom and sat in front of the door to let me know exactly where Daddy was. They barked a snide bark in unison as if to mock me for my stupidity. Dimitri has a morning ritual, that I am sometimes late in joining because I am not quite awake at the time he decides we should start. It involves his moaning and groaning a rambunctious and loud morning message as I sit in my chair. It is as if he is telling me the events that happened in his world while we slept. This ritual usually lasts 10 minutes or so. He is very enthusiastic and intent on my involvement in the process. He noses and paws me until I pay attention.It is quite a fun alarm clock that I have. |
A Writer A writer’s tidbit graces every page Whimsical thoughts enjoyed and shared With words of wisdom passed along Breakfasted humor, toasted for the reader’s delight Frightful stories composed to rattle the nerves Poetry dancing in calm, quiet, repose Lyrical sonnets to serenade and soothe Expressions of life’s twisting turmoil Works reviewed constructive and concise Personal points of view pondered and debated |
Feeling nostalgic while reading some of the items in my portfolio. Here is one of my favorites!2161953
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| The season of politics is my least favorite of all! Like in a monsoon, courtesy, respect and consideration are strewn about n a topsy-turvy and violent nature. People, once presumed as friends, family, and acquaintances become hostile and angry. Some even have the gall to suggest “unfriending” them on social media if they don’t agree with their current position And it takes but one right-sided slide of the forefinger to accomplish blocking an offending post. In this destructive and antagonistic season, society is pitted as enemies for differing viewpoints. Thoughts, ideas, concepts, and vision are what make a nation great, if we are allowed to give voice without fear of personal attack. Social grace has all but vanished. There may be a bit of COVID mania stirring the tempest this year but it hurts my soul. I know of several loved ones that have left Facebook altogether The negativity has killed the joy of virtually visiting friends, keeping up with the lives of their children while quarantined, seeing pictures of grandkids on the first day of face-to-face, hybrid, or virtual school, sharing the miracle of a new life, pics of cute tail-waggers,consoling friends at time of loss, or laughter from a nonpolitical meme. Well here is my solemn promise, if I counted you as a friend or loved one before, I still will come December. I will read some posts and choose to agree or disagree in my own mind. I actually like reading some posts with differing views in a hope that I gain insight into the reasons or validity behind them. It is people bashing on all sides that offend me. I will not comment or do battle with you. There will be some posts that I block from my view, but I will still love you for the connection that we share. |
| Will soon begin the arduous task of stripping down my portfolio. It feels a bit like tearing apart my soul, but the number of saved items are getting too big. I am sure each of us have done the dirty deed once or twice and find it difficult to sever ties with our favorite writings. I love looking back on stories that I wrote when I first started at WDC to see the change in myself. As a writer I have grown, but even beyond that there are tales written that return me to a different mind frame They tend to evoke feelings that I've left behind, sort of like strolling down memory lane. I will look to the future with my new penned items and save the past on my old computer. I bid farewell to my "old friends" with love, and with a promise to visit often. Each story has been a stepping stone to the person I am today. |
Had some fun with this prompt from Screams.Words done in red are the actual prompt.
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Oh sweet memories, nostalgia lingers near Legacy of an artist’s once joyful dance Imprint of those that came before, us here Music’s revelry of sweet life’s romance Footprints through these hallowed halls Souls that traveled our once painted trails History embossed by inspirational waltz Their gifted inheritance their eternal tales With heart and soul I feel them still Enlightened tutors of a golden past Life’s buoyant passion, their spirit instills Gone but not forgotten, a heritage so vast Oh sweet memories, nostalgia lingers near |
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