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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 |
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 |
The Bridge A rickety wooden path of someone else’s making Swings lazily in the breeze over the rivers edge Buried in the hillside, a pulpit with views breathtaking Inconsequential by design, camoflauged by God’s scenery Conveyor of souls, hearts, and time, a melancholy ledge Blended amidst the earthen sod, hidden in nature’s greenery Stands the proverbial bridge, gateway to destinies beyond Haven of all the heart’s desires, the lyrical voice of happiness Life’s aqueduct, where never-ending dreams are spawned Hope blooms hardy, and aspirations of youth are ravenous Passageway of mythical tales, and fabled childhood yarns Bridgeway to untrue castles, realm where reality seldom lingers Skip the cobbled walkway of unicorns, and the prince of charms Instead build the bridge of personal horizons, erect it sturdy and strong Allow for a bit of fantasy to dwell, but give vision to the path ahead We are the builders of our own bridge, where joy will find its own song What lies beyond is of our making, and youthful dreams are all but fed Through strength, character, and commitment, our sturdy bridge is built A bridge built upon faith, family, and love, stretches long and wide Assemble the rugged footholds, where hope is painted in golden gilt The bridge calls us all by name, follow the path with courage as guide |
The Lantern Bear witness to the lantern’s flame, the beacon shall trumpet all by name Kindred spirits shall be ignited, humanities torch shall be lighted Of heart and soul, this radiant beacon, shall cause all hatred to weaken Fueled by compassion and wisdom, the lighted orb seeks new vision A glowing path of calm and reason, mankind’s united joyful season Many voices lifted in harmony, kinship, the tool of golden armory Of mind and spirit we all are one, the lantern shines for everyone Vigilant is the cause illuminated, for all racism to be eliminated Where darkness once resided, with lantern’s glow tranquility ignited Guiding light to lands so cherished, love and hope shall ever flourish Of all the stars in the heavens, compassion and truth the greatest of weapons This Lantern’s embers, bold and bright, shall cast indifference aside Kindled hearts shall blaze again, resilient flame of kindness reigns Empathy, the resounding song shall serenade, as we celebrate a better fate Benevolence and charity so embraced, tolerance and mercy by lantern graced May the flame of dignity and respect, be the goodness and light we reflect Bear witness to the lantern’s flame, the beacon shall trumpet all by name |
The Bridge A rickety wooden path of someone else’s making Swings lazily in the breeze over the rivers edge Buried in the hillside, a pulpit with views breathtaking Inconsequential by design, camoflauged by God’s scenery Conveyor of souls, hearts, and time, a melancholy ledge Blended amidst the earthen sod, hidden in nature’s greenery Stands the proverbial bridge, gateway to destinies beyond Haven of all the heart’s desires, the lyrical voice of happiness Life’s aqueduct, where never-ending dreams are spawned Hope blooms hardy, and aspirations of youth are ravenous Passageway of mythical tales, and fabled childhood yarns Bridgeway to untrue castles, realm where reality seldom lingers Skip the cobbled walkway of unicorns, and the prince of charms Instead build the bridge of personal horizons, erect it sturdy and strong Allow for a bit of fantasy to dwell, but give vision to the path ahead We are the builders of our own bridge, where joy will find its own song What lies beyond is of our making, and youthful dreams are all but fed Through strength, character, and commitment, our sturdy bridge is built A bridge built upon faith, family, and love, stretches long and wide Assemble the rugged footholds, where hope is painted in golden gilt The bridge calls us all by name, follow the path with courage as your guide |
| Written a few years back, but still an ideal view of life Spaces We are all given by God a special space in time. It is the gift of existence upon this earth. Within this space are multiple threads of varying color that stretch endlessly into the spaces of other people. A few of these very colorful threads are woven tightly with the spaces of time of our loved ones, people that we consider family or close friends. Each individual thread carries the vibration of every thought, every action, every reaction, every word, or every prayer into the space or the lives of the other. It is with this thread that we impact the hearts, the souls, and the spaces of time of the people we encounter. There are threads, not quite as vibrant in color, that stretch into the God given space in time of people that we know well but may not interact with daily. These are the people in our lives that we care about and consider part of our larger family. They are the people that we work with each day or the kid seated next to us in a class. The may be part of the sports team to which we belong or the family that sits behind you each Sunday at mass. These threads woven slightly freer are still strong and powerful with impact. Each thread carries a vibration whether good or bad into the space of others. The pastel shades of our threads represent the acquaintances in our lives. They are the people that we smile as we pass each day. They are the person that we held the door open for or the person whose hand we held during prayer this morning. They are the clerk at the local McDonalds who we were curt with because our food wasn’t done as quickly as we thought it should have been. They are the driver that we cut off in traffic. That single thread resonates it’s vibration into the lives and spaces of many other people. There are threads that even represent our enemies. Even these threads add or delete the value of our God given space in time. It is our use of this thread that empowers and calls us to create a better and more beautiful space. God has given us all this special gift and as with any gift, it is our choice as to how we use it. God would call it a good day if we use the threads within our space to reach out to another. It is a good day, if you have gone out of your way to make someone else’s space better and gone out of your way not to hurt the space of another. And, if in doing this our threads follow the path that he has set before us, we have used our gifts wisely. May God bless your space in time and may all of your threads be rich, strong, and vibrant. Make today a good day, resonate with the goodness of God. |
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