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WELCOME TO: GEMINI RISING ![]() UPDATED INTRO 30 JUNE 2025: Just a little about me. I've been married for 33 years this past NOV and currently live in Southern California, but I grew up in New Hampshire. I've got 2 boys who are young adults. I work as a 911 dispatcher for LAPD. I enjoy my job a lot. Still. If you can believe that. I love to write. Thankfully both of my boys achieved Eagle Scout. My Scouting days are over and I'm back to focusing on my writing. I like to get out in nature, drink coffee and watch football. Here's a little bio about my zodiac. GEMINI: Gemini, the sign of the Twins, is dual-natured, elusive, complex and contradictory. On the one hand it produces the virtue of versatility, and on the other the vices of two-facedness and flightiness. The sign is linked with Mercury, the planet of childhood and youth, and its subjects tend to have the graces and faults of the young. When they are good, they are very attractive; when they are bad they are more the worse for being the charmers they are. Like children they are lively, and happy, if circumstances are right for them, or egocentric, imaginative and restless. Their good qualities are attractive and come easily to them. They are affectionate, courteous, kind, generous, and thoughtful towards the poor and suffering - provided none of the activities resulting from expressing these traits interferes too greatly with their own lives and comforts. Geminians can be successful in many walks of life though their general characteristics tend to make them unreliable. They are often skilled manipulators of language, in speech and writing, and may be: debaters, diplomats (though in politics they are more interested in theory than practice), orators, preachers (brilliant rather than profound), teachers, authors, poets, journalists, or lawyers. BLOG ACCOMPLISHMENTS: SEPTEMBER 2025:
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Well, the 13 Poetic Days of Halloween
I can't imagine organizing and hosting and keeping track of the posters is easy so let me give a BIG SHOUT to A Warped Witch I Be During
And, because of Habit Heroes, I've been slow, but steady progress my edit for "Gifts." It's a Christmas story, and I don't know if it will be ready for Christmas, but if it wasn't for Habit Heroes, I wouldn't have made the progress I have. I'm about 3/4 done. I'm going back and doing a bit of a content edit before I work on the ending. I do know as the holidays gear up - finding time to work on personal projects will be challenging but hey, life is what happens when you're busy doing other things. Smiles to all Steph |
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Day 13 of
Today's poem is Free Verse inspired by the 1993 movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas. Enjoy! **** Oh, spooky night when the ghouls come out Jack Skellington finds his way, And yet repetition a has made Halloween A dull, dull day. Woods and Trees and portals be Leads Jack to a new discovery. There’s a new town in the woods For Jack to terrorize and scare. A plan is hatched, A plot devised And poor old Sandy Claus Finds a home in Jack’s Halloween hallow. The night is gray, the moon is clouded The air hints of chill and something foul Little children open the gifts To sights of horror and gruesome heads Jack is stunned to discover this revulsion And heart of hearts drives him To make things right. Off he goes to Find his hallow. Slish and a slash and it all comes Tumbling down. Sally and Sandy are Safe at last. The ghouls have their spiders And the children delight in presents. Line Count: 24 |
Day 12 of
Today's poem is an Epitaph inspired by the movie, "Ernest Scared Stupid." An epitaph is a brief poem inscribed on a tombstone praising a deceased person, usually with rhyming lines. Here lies Trantor the Troll He was an ugly old cursed soul Until Ernest P Worrell let him out of his sinkhole But a little love and a lot of milk in his bowl Sent the worm to his hellhole Blogger's note: I did not realize I needed 2 epitaphs for this prompt so I'm cruising in late (10/25/25 at 402 pm PDT time to be exact.) I wanted to forfill the prompt so enjoy my Epitaph for Old Lady Hackmore: Old Lady Hackmore lies here They say her house was full of fear All the townsfolk said stay clear Trantor the troll made her family disappear When family returned she died of cheer |
Day 11 of
Today's challenge is shape Poetry with inspiration from the movie, Pumpkinhead (1988). The shape to use is a pumpkin. Mind you, Shape Poetry is not my strong suit, so I hope I got my pumpkin in the "ballpark." Night Is rich With troublemakers And teenagers in a sea of leaves. Younguns injure their own and a father is heartbroken There must be accountability, there must be revenge and so The father seeks out a hillbilly witch to exact his price on those who Have wronged him. Haggis takes no gold only a corpse mixed with Blood. Toil and curse cannot stop the Pumpkinhead, but remorse is Here. Too late. Pumpkinhead and machete, pitchfork and chain on the Hunt. Time exchanges pumpkin for human. Revenge is had but at a price – Ed changes into that which he did not desire and the one Left is an old, lonely witch waiting for the next Pumpkinhead. |
Day 10 for
Limerick Poetry ▼ The Sanderson Sisters There once was a witch named Winifred Who owned an old spellbook lettered red An old black cat named Binx Proved to be a wicked Minx And Winifred turned to stone in her bed. Sarah was a dumb but beautiful witch But the townspeople thought she was a bitch She liked to flirt and sing But, gosh it wasn’t spring Bang bang, Sarah’s new home was a ditch Mary’s a witch with a nose from hell Kid, goblin, gremlin, goat, she can smell Oh dear Salem the sun One hour until its done Hocus pocus look poof goes the spell |
Day 9 of
Quatrain Poetry ▼ To Hunt on Halloween Night Behind those vacant eyes Hurt turns bitter onto the hunt He only wants one prize A sharp knife and a dull grunt He only knows one place to go He hunts yet is hunted in return He desires, he yearns, he will know The hunted and hunter will have their turn The girls an easy prize A disguise – overalls and mask Disgust and hate fill the eyes To stalk - to hunt- to complete the task A victim dies by the cord Under the darkness of night Another victim the knife does gored Killing and blood prove a delight What is better than a knife But a gun in moonlight? The victim screams for her life - The hunter felled in darkness of night 20 Lines |
Day 8 for
Fable Poetry ▼ Trick r Treat All Hallow’s Eve is here And Treaters are out and about Needless of rules or the cares It’s all about fun – all about the scare Rule number one never blow out A jack-o-lantern, tisk tisk But Emma does just that Splick Splat, Slish Slash Laurie finds her red cape And dresses up nice and pretty It’s the rule you see – you must dress up Or else the wolves might find out Ah, pass out treats you must, you must But don’t let Sam find out you did not Sam haunts the dark looking for rule breakers Splick Splat, Slish Slash Ah you must follow the rules Because if you don’t There’s always a Sam To see you won’t 20 Lines |
Day 7 of
Free Verse Poetry ▼ This is a Free Verse Poem inspired by Halloween III - Season of the Witch Pagans danced in a circle Twirling round and round Surrounding Stonehenge on Samhain Creating energy – creating The Season of the Witch Survived throughout the ages Settling in northern lands Twisting, turning, mutilating Using disguises of all kinds Mutating in the modern Changing your look – jack-o-lanterns Skeletons, green face – dangerous What happens to fear when it’s laced With pain dulled by the drink? What happens to disgust when drugged With unbelief? Take off the mask the warning goes out The trick is death of the innocent The treat is a dance with the devil in The Season of the Witch 20 Lines |
Day 6 of
Etheree Style Poetry ▼ This is an Etheree set to the movie: ET ET Lost He’s alone Elliot ET phone home Midnight ride over hills Government on the hunt Dark, Run, Dodge, Evade, Bike Ride Ah, but ET brings smiles and hope Boy and family, phone brings more ETs The waiting is over – ET is found 10 Lines |
Day 5 of
Acrostic Poetry ▼ The night Has a way of Eviscerating the living Land and Ladies to Escape a curse Goblin heads Early rise Night’s brutal cold Demons dare decapitate On fear and loathing Fire and brimstone Skull Lantern Eerie and Evil Pentagram Yearning to kill Hessian mercenary Occult on the rising Longing for release Lurking in the dark of a cold October night Wraith no more |