Memories of Snow (Book) https://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1960296 Memories Blossom Memories blossom open their buds to become odes to my childhood. My guardian angel comes to me in the shape of memory: my grandfather stands framed in an open refrigerator door, reaching into its dark womb he lifts me out giving me a second chance to live. ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 24 Aug 2023 18:56:17 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1054549 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1054549 A Week of Poems Day 1 I savor the taste of morning's first cup of joe bold aromatic java. Day 2 Tranquility dawns Long Healing Prayer intoned in the day's first light. Day 3 Morning clouds gather reveals patchwork of blue sky: Will it rain today? ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Mar 2023 22:10:33 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1046425 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1046425 The Silence After: To Shirlee Alice Schmidt The silence after, her spirit ascended into the spiritual world, reverberated through our minds to penetrate our souls. The silence after, our tears were shed, ascended on the atoms of our loneliness to her new abode. The silence after, our prayers were said, ascended on chords of love announced to God and all His host her entrance into their realm. *Poet's Note...[Read Full Post] Wed, 04 May 2022 11:42:32 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1031908 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1031908 Reading Poetry in Bed My mind sated with verse falls into a contemplative stupor. Eye lids close, pupils focus on the interplay of light and shadow. Words unassociated with what I just read jolt my mind. Eye lids open, pupils focus on the interplay of meter and rhyme. Reading the Word of God in Bed My mind hungry for reality consumes the holy words. Eye lids heavy with medit...[Read Full Post] Thu, 28 Apr 2022 21:00:11 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1031562 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1031562 Meditation: Echoes of My Steps Silence is my companion, as I walk the corridors of my mind, the empty corridors of my mind. The corridors reverberate, with the echoes of my steps, the fleeing echoes of my steps, leaving me alone in the silence of my mind. Pausing before an unnumbered door, I listen to the echoes of my steps, the retreating echoes of my steps, leaving me alone. Alone to open the door, or retreat d...[Read Full Post] Wed, 27 Apr 2022 19:13:11 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1031500 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1031500 Common Things I enjoy the common sights, stars at night, a sleeping cat, the rising and the setting sun, a seed-bun or painted mat. I enjoy the common sounds, baying hounds, and marching bands, chanted prayers, hymns of praise, singing joys and clapping hands. I enjoy the common tastes, tomato paste, fresh baked bread, lemon t ea, peanut butter, honey butter, hot corn bread. I enjoy the common scents, brand new t...[Read Full Post] Sat, 09 Apr 2022 20:59:37 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1030422 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1030422 My Red Journal This is my red journal, my crimson diary, and my heart's record This is the almanac of my soul's blood, the register of my profound longings, and the transcription of my deepest desires. It is the chronicle of my primal fears, the account of my transformation, and the document of my metamorphosis. It is the log of my new birth, the legend of the wan...[Read Full Post] Tue, 22 Mar 2022 21:24:30 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1029357 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1029357 Tom Darbe Bard Tome You are a bard writing the poem of your life, In time's tome, with the red ink of strife. Sun, 20 Mar 2022 21:59:48 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1029252 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1029252 My Grandmother's Cat My Grandmother's cat was a neutered Siamese that answered to the name of Jay. On hot summer days, Jay cat napped curled up in a hen's nest. While Jay slept, the hens would lay their eggs in nests on either side. Jay and Pal, the neighbor's Boarder Collie would play in the shade of my Grandmother's Cottonwood Tree and share Pal's water dish. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 26 Jan 2022 20:54:41 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1025441 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1025441 The First Time Salvation Came To Me I was a child, the first time salvation came to me! Virginal, untested, marked only by original sin, no action to condemn me, except my parents copulation at my conception. When salvation came the pews were hard, uncomfortable. and straight backed wooden benches. The organist played "Just As I Am", and I marched to the front of the sanctuary of the Southern Baptist Mi...[Read Full Post] Fri, 29 Jan 2021 22:03:37 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1003211 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1003211 An Oklahoma Winter In anticipation of snow my Grandmother cocooned me in layers of warm wool, bundled me in strata of socks, sweaters, leggings, slacks, mittens, coats, head scarves, and ear muffs to protect me from the arctic cold of an Oklahoma winter. In anticipation of snow, I inhaled the crisp morning air, and savoring the frigid succulence I waited for the first white flakes to melt on my extended tongue. ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 29 Jan 2021 19:25:20 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1003203 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1003203 Viewing the Body of a Deceased Friend I expect her chest to rise and fall, her eyes to blink, her hands to rise out of the casket and grasp mine, her mouth to open, and her voice to speak words of comfort, recite stanzas of poetry, or quote verses of scripture. I look for the missing essence, that animated the hands, that formed the thoughts, that moved the mouth, and that looked from the eyes to recognize family, ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 28 Jan 2021 18:57:38 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1003103 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1003103 1 Bio for Grammar Garden Date 2018 Hello, Apprentice Gardeners. My name is Neva, which means Snow. You may call me, Neva. I am 70 years young, and live in Las Vegas, Nevada. I was born in Blackwell, Oklahoma. I graduated from high school in Shawnee, Oklahoma, from college in Las Vegas, Nevada, and got my Masters degree online. I have held several different jobs throughout my life. When I was younger I worked as a waitress. Whil...[Read Full Post] Fri, 17 Jun 2022 18:59:46 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1002239 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1002239 It's afternoon here in Las Vegas, I've only gotten one blog response written and posted a status update to Facebook. I have a grief cunseling meeting at 4:00 pm I have to get ready for. I'm also cooking some veggies in the skillet. I can't seem to focus because of fantasizing. It's getting to the point where MDD is interfering in everything I do. I was able to concentrate on one blog entry, but nothing else. All I want to do is play GS and dayd...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 22:04:50 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001850 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001850 Cease the Day! This is something I need to do every morning. I wake up when the alarm sounds and then ignore the alarm. This morning I didn't get up until after 5:00 am. I took my thyroid meds, did my other morning stuff, said a prayer, and started writing; as a results I didn't go to the laundromat. I did leave the house to take out a bag of trash, but that's about it. I haven't gone to the mail box to pick up today's mail if I received any. ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 22:02:06 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001848 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001848 It's Monday again. It's Weird Monday! This morning I attempted to make a blog entry, but instead of publishing the entry (which I wanted to do) I or the technology saved it as a draft. I suppose it was a good thing because it gave me part of the title for a response to a prompt for a thirty-day blogging challenge I'm participating in. However, it was a bit irritating - on the irritating scale of 1 to 10 (with 1 being the lowest and 10 the highest) it w...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:59:20 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001847 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001847 It's Sunday morning, May 4, and the day got off to a slow start. I managed two blog entries, but I don't seem to want to do anything else. I'm still behind on one thing I should I completed on Friday. I will have to finish that, but I don't want to do it. In fact, I don't want to do much of anything this morning. I don't even want to fantasize which is unusual because I normally do that without even thinking about it. I just go into my f...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:56:13 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001845 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001845 I got behind in my review goals on writing.com this week. The reason for this is that I am participating in a writing and reviewing exercise called the Game of Thrones. The review have to be at least 1,000 characters (letters) long. I did four of those reviews on Thursday (May 1) and another five on Friday (May 2), which was all I could do with the other writing I had to complete. I decided to change my reviewing goals for the rest of May from five to four, whi...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:53:47 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001844 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001844 It is Thankful Thursday, so I need to come up with ten things I am thankful for receiving or having this week. I usually list the same ten things every week, but this week I want to put something new on the list. I also want to leaves some of the usual things on the list because those are thing I am always grateful for having in my life. However, if everything on the list is new that is alright as well. What am I grateful for this week? 1. My sister. 2. Baha&#3...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:51:04 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001843 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001843 It is the duty of the seeker to search for truth independently and questions the dogma of the past. It is the duty of the lover to proclaim the name of the beloved to all the world not matter what the consequences. The seeker become the lover after finding the eternal beloved in his new attire. Sometimes the seeker finds the beloved quickly without much search, but at other time it takes years or even decades to find the beloved. The soul knows the beloved at f...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:48:09 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001842 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001842 I have to begin writing somewhere this morning, so it may as well be here. For some reason I can't seem to focus my mind and muse on one subject. My thoughts are wild and scattered. Hoping from one subject to another and then attempting to withdraw into a fantasy world. Perhaps I should write down the fantasy, but I can seem bring myself to do that either. I have to respond to prompts. I have blog entries to make. I have a haiku to write and submit to a da...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:45:01 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001840 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001840 It's another cool day in Las Vegas with the temperatures in the middle to high 70s. Another day without turning on the cool air in the middle part of the day. It's always nice to feel I don't have to turn the air on while I'm working at the computer. I'm not sure how long this nice weather will last, but I hope it last long enough for me to figure out how to pay the high power bill this summer. I went to the Feast of Beauty last night, which...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:41:46 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001839 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001839 Sunday morning in Las Vegas, with temperatures that remind me of Blackwell, Oklahoma. I don't remember it being this chilly this late in April, but perhaps I'm experiencing a senior moment when it comes to the temperature. I'm glad it isn't hot, I'd rather have lower then average temperatures then average or above average temperatures. I shiver this morning when I woke up; however, that could have been more about my health then the temperatu...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:38:32 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001838 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001838 The pile of laundry seems to grow by itself without any assistance. It's almost as if it has a mind of it's own or perhaps a creature from another deminision. If it isn't done once at least once a week it becomes too much to handle. I never realized how good I had it when I had a washing machine in the house. Then I could do laundry everyday without worrying about the cost of anything except detergent or fabric sheets. It's easier to use fabric ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:35:36 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001836 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001836 On a wistful April afternoon, I am exactly 67 years and four months old. My trial member ship to this sit expires in 30 days, so I have to start earning some more money. I'll see how that goes, but that wasn't what I started to write about. It's a beautiful day here in Las Vegas, with sunshine and wind. The wind woke me up this morning it was blowing so hard. This apartment doesn't keep out the pollen and dust very good because my allergies were...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:22:27 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001835 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001835 Writing 750 words a day will help me reach my goal, but the problem is right now I'm not sure what to write. The blank screen caused my muse to tiptoe out the door, so now I have to figure out what I want to write without her help. Of course, sometimes my muse is something else. My muse can be the wind or the rain or anything else that I find interesting. I wonder why inspiration is called a muse as if it is a physical human being instead of a concept or in...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:18:41 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001834 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1001834 8 Nur 159 B.E. - June 11-12, 2002 A.D. One Million Names The Japanese Astronomical Society is getting one million names to place on an asteroid. Mom and I are registered. Neva Darbe 006056100017644 Marie Sisk 006056100021381 1 As,a 159 B.E. - August 19-20,2002 A.D. Feast I had a vision du ring the spiritual portion of feast. Someone, I didn't see the face, poured chocolate milk into a large...[Read Full Post] Sun, 31 Jan 2021 18:17:53 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/961714 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/961714 Fog In El Cahone Pass An ameba enveloping its prey, the fog consumes my car as I climb snail-like toward the crest of El Cahone Pass. The low beams of my headlights, reflecting back from half visible lane markers and the fog's protoplasmic body, reveal a gray jelly-like substance that flows over, under, and around my car. I am imprisoned in a time warp-- there is no past, no present, no future-- existence...[Read Full Post] Fri, 22 Feb 2019 14:09:31 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952788 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952788 My First Haircut White as a winter lawn, my Grandmother's bedspread lay beneath me and the Montgomery Ward spring catalogue. Paper dolls clipped carefully from the catalogue's shiny pages rested in neat piles, waiting to be dressed in new outfits. My auburn tresses combed back from my face tempted the silver scissors to create bangs. Gathering my severed locks into a neat pile I placed the Ward's cat...[Read Full Post] Thu, 21 Feb 2019 11:20:37 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952638 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952638 Hide And Seek "One thousand... Two thousand... Three thousand..." Charlett's voice followed me, as I crept up the wooden steps and slipped onto the faded gray porch. Its back against the side of the house, the white Frigidaire beckoned, its silver handle reflecting the light from a hundred watt bulb. Opening the Frigidaire, I crawled in and let the door close. Curled u p, like a child in its mother...[Read Full Post] Thu, 21 Feb 2019 11:08:19 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952635 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952635 Groundbreaking of the First Baha'i Center Constructed in the Sate of Nevada, November 10, 1996 A.D. Littered with stones, washed down from mountains that ten billion years ago was the floor of an inland sea, the ground lays ready; prepared to sacrifice its all for the Glory of God. Created from the sacrifices of creatures whose bodies littered the floor of an ancient ocean, the stones have waited ten billion years ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 20 Feb 2019 18:42:37 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952569 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952569 Someone Who Left There have been so many who have left. How do I choose which one to write about. The first person who left was my father. He left us even before the divorce. He left for bottles of beer, one right after another until he came home drunk. What was so bad in his life, that he had to drown the memory in beer? One thing I am sure of, he did not drink because of my mother, my siblings, or myself. He left us--Mom, my si...[Read Full Post] Sun, 24 Feb 2019 13:52:18 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952235 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952235 Today Today there is happiness to find, So I will find it. If I can't be happy today What day am I waiting for? Today there is a test to face, So I will face it. Today there is humanity to love, So I will love humanity. If I can't love today, What day am I waiting for? Today there are tears to cry, So I will cry them. Tod there is a poem to write, So I will write it. If I can't write poetry today, ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 14 Feb 2019 19:07:40 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952001 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/952001 Barbecue the wind plays among smoke caravans ascending out of the fire pit out of the white coals ascending the wind carries aromas of sizzling leash to waiting nostrils aromatic caravans ascending to waiting nostrils red flesh sizzles upon the red hot grills as the wind dances among aromatic smoke caravans the wind dances *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 14 Feb 2019 15:10:55 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951985 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951985 My Namesake I don't know what she looked like, my father's sister that I was named after, she drowned before I was born. I speculate sometimes if that is the reason I've always been afraid of water, family memories of my uremembered Autn dying in we terror. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 13 Feb 2019 17:57:21 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951932 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951932 Creative Living I am living creatively one day at a time taking the good with the bad, the happy withe the sad. I am living creatively one word at a time writing my thought sentence by sentence, phrase by phrase, clearly and carefully, or haphazardly, whichever seems right at the time. I am living creatively merging my past and my present into a splended future, where the All-Glorious Beloved is the center of my reality. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 12 Feb 2019 17:57:31 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951856 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951856 A New Beginning At age sixty I started my life over, striving to live not for myself, but for my Best-Beloved. I am unworthy to serve Him; unworthy to proclaim His message to humanity, yet I am here awaiting His command, offering my pen, my body, my blood, my life, to proclaim the oneness of the human race. the oneness of religion, the oneness of God to a planet in the midst of Armageddon. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 11 Feb 2019 17:02:25 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951754 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951754 Places I've Traveled Lake Carl Blackwell is in Oklahoma. My family and I went there for three years straight on the fourth of July when I was a child. The impact it had on me was the accidents that occurred there when we went. The first year, my youngest brother nearly drowned because the life jacket he was wearing was defective. The second year, my cousin pulled a skillet of hot bacon greas off the camp stove and burned herself...[Read Full Post] Sat, 09 Feb 2019 18:09:21 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951603 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951603 The Memory I Treasure Most The memory I treasure most is one of my Grandpa Newland He was the only Grandfather that was alive while I was growing up. My earliest memory of Grandpa was seeing him framed in the door of a refrigerator. I was very young, somewhere between 3 and 5, we went to my cousin's house, they lived in the country and we lived in town. The adults were playing cards and we children were playin...[Read Full Post] Fri, 08 Feb 2019 22:52:46 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951530 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951530 Why I Write I have to write! I am compelled to form characters into words, words into sentences, and sentences into paragraphs. This is not a physical desire, and it has noting to do with material wealth. The need to write descends from my soul, crosses the umbilical cord of my mind, and inhabits my brain. Not to write would be a sin against God and humanity. If I could not write, could not express myself in lines and stanzas, m...[Read Full Post] Sun, 03 Feb 2019 18:52:00 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951089 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/951089 Hair Attracts Cats! hair attracts cats! If I don wash my hair at least twice a week, Lion tries to groom it. He sets on the back of the sofa and licks my hair. Hair attracts cats! Troubles, one of Lion's sisters, tries to eat my hair at nights. She opens her mouth and tries to get my entire head into her mouth. This is one of the ways she tries to keep me up at night. Hair attracts cats! Baloo, Trouble's and Lion's...[Read Full Post] Mon, 28 Jan 2019 18:12:21 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950654 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950654 Trying Or Making A Damn Good Attempt At It I fear to try! But not to try is death, death to my talents, hopes, and dreams. So I will try! In trying I will achieve; I will bring my goals to fruition. I will try! In trying I will conquer fear; fear which is the death of all that I hold dear. I will try faith! Faith will make my dreams come true; it is belief in things unseen and undone. What has trying taught me? ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 27 Jan 2019 17:58:34 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950583 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950583 How Do I Feel About Myself? Am I satisfied with my current vocation? Worship of God is service to humanity. Am I currently satisfied with my family? Established beyond genetic kinship is the family's reality. Do I accept risks? Knowledge of self comes daily. Am I reluctant to supplicate assistance? Love is unconstrained. Am I sincerely delighted to hear about others achievements? Spirit glories in the de...[Read Full Post] Sun, 27 Jan 2019 12:26:26 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950567 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950567 Class Presentation Knowledge Gain through research Dispalyed in black letters Projected on a white screen is Knowledge Output As input to A classmate's internal Computer to be processed and Output Again As data to Temporary storage Areas in the brain to be Again Input As more data To permanent storage Or removed permanently as Input *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 25 Jan 2019 20:54:07 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950449 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950449 Candy Cigarettes Smoking is so cool! But you can't do it in grad school, so have a candy cigarette instead. Have a Lucky strike or Marlboro; have a camel or a Kool; a stick of sugar that goes straight to your head. Be as sexy as a movie star: Janet Leigh or Milten Burrel. Smokers are successful at their jobs! Be macho as a baseball player: Babe Ruth or Gail Saire. Smokers are happy, healthy souls! Have a cand...[Read Full Post] Sat, 19 Jan 2019 22:45:58 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950029 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950029 I Am I am Neva Florence Darbe. I am a Baha'i; a follower of Baha'u'llah. I am the daughter of Marie Pearl Newland; the daughter of Melvin Fay Darbe; the sister of Elizabeth Faye Sisk; the sister of Melvin Frank Darbe; The sister of Tommy Joe Darbe. I am a poet; was a Management Information Systems major at UNLV. I am this link in evolution's chain uniting pas and future; the homeless child wander...[Read Full Post] Sat, 19 Jan 2019 14:50:13 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950001 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/950001 Memorial Day Memories Preparations for Memorial Day begin in late March. Crepe paper and thin wires were purchased. Then for the next few weeks every spare moment was spent making flowers. On Memorial Day the car was loaded with boxes containing crepe paper roses and a picnic lunch. We would go to cemeteries: in Blackwell, Medford, and sometimes into Kansas looking for Newland's and Chaplin's....[Read Full Post] Fri, 18 Jan 2019 20:54:54 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949946 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949946 Las Vegas Gale As I drive home, down Boulder Highway, the wind bullies my car: beats against it, shoves it, attempts to push it into traffic in the next lane. Imitating the Santa Anas, this Las Vegas gale harasses me after I get out of my car: its gusts molest my hair, puts hands up my skirt, or down my blouse, and attempts to undress me as I fight my way into the house. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 18 Jan 2019 20:40:09 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949945 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949945 Garden of the Gods: Proof of the Existence of God The road winds though cliffs adorned by green trees and shrubs. At places, the rocks rise about the surrounding vegetation, like icebergs rising from the Arctic Ocean. The cliffs are red sandstone and white granite. My soul is awestruck, I cannot doubt the existence of God nor the progression of His Manifestations. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 16 Jan 2019 16:23:50 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949786 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949786 Recycling My Grandparents had recycling down to a science. glass jars served year after year as containers for jellies, jams, pickles, and bacon grease. Coming form the old school-- of "Waste not want not!"-- nothing usable was ever discarded. Torn clothes were mended. Worn out clothes were cut up as rags to wash the car or the commode. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 12 Jan 2019 21:05:28 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949526 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949526 Child of My Body: To My Daughter Child of my body, child of my dreams. Who adopted you? What name did they give you? When will I meet y ou? Where are you tonight? Why do miss you so much? How did they raise you? *Poet's Note:* Sat, 12 Jan 2019 18:53:07 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949518 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/949518 Clearing the Air With My Sister Elizabeth Faye You said that, because I was a teen-age woman; because I didn't scream; because I didn't fight; because I didn't tell; what he did wasn't rape. I say that, because he used fear to control; because he forced unwanted attention on me; what he did was rape. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 05 Jan 2019 19:13:08 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948958 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948958 Hitler's Staff Car I saw Hitler's staff car It was dark not black. Black is beautiful! Black is the color of the midnight sky alive with dancing stars. It is the color of fertile soil laid down by generations of swollen rivers. That car was ugly! Ugly as an abandoned building decorated with gang graffiti. Dark as a room during a power-out. Dark and ugly like a hate filled mind. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 31 Dec 2018 17:54:01 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948551 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948551 Caught in the Act We got caught in the act, of course. I mean there was never any question that we would eventually get caught. You can't do something like that every ten minutes for two hours straight, without getting caught. It was only a matter of time before someone caught us. And that I think back over the situation, I believe we wanted to get caught. I'm not sure whose idea it was in the first place. It could have b...[Read Full Post] Sun, 30 Dec 2018 14:51:54 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948492 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948492 My First Memory My first memory is a collage of darkness and light. Of moving through a tunnel of darkness interspersed with patches of light. O setting in the backseat of a car driving down a dark country road in the moonlight. Of moonlight that was interrupted by the darkness of trees over-shadowing the dirt road we were traveling on. Trees on either side of the road made a patchwork of darkness against the full moonlight. This is...[Read Full Post] Fri, 28 Dec 2018 19:45:37 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948383 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948383 Birthday Presents: One of the Reasons I have Issues with Christmas On the day of my nativity, the Christmas Tree always stood dressed in its holiday finery, with presents spread across its skirt. Gathered around the tree, the four of us waited for my present, wrapped in Happy Birthday pink, and theirs in Christmas red to be presented. Why did I have to shar my birthday with them, when they didn't have to share their birthdays ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 28 Dec 2018 16:42:52 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948378 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948378 Ancient Cottonwood In my Grandfather's yard stood an ancient cottonwood, gnarled with age, its roots exposed to the elements. every spring, its special beauty, released cotton feathers to float upon warm air currents. from weathered roots grew offspring-clones; its essence reborn in distinctive leaves and bark. Winter bestowed a stately elegance, as naked branches swayed in the wind. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 27 Dec 2018 17:21:57 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948314 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948314 Java Junkie I'm a java junkie! When I go out to coffee houses, I drink my coffee tall and hot, with chocolate-- or some other intriguing ingredient-- added. I'm a java junkie! I drink my coffee hot and black, one mug after another and, (on those rare occasions) when there is a cup or two leftover I pour it into a Tupperware container to wait for reheating in the microwave on those evenings when my muse refuse...[Read Full Post] Wed, 26 Dec 2018 13:37:58 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948228 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948228 Reunion: To My Brother Frank Time moves, in concentric circles. There you stand, little changed since our last meeting. And I who never like war have the Navy and their War Games to thank for this reunion. As I listen to y our voice, time becomes a swirling pool drawing me deeper into our shared past. Your mustache, with its red-blonde tinge, is nothing like the one you tried to grow at fourteen by shaving only y...[Read Full Post] Wed, 26 Dec 2018 11:59:21 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948218 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948218 1 Gold Tooth I love the feel of the smooth gold in my mouth! Behind my smiling lips, My tongue caresses, fondles, embraces it. 2 Winter's Child I'm Winter's child born in late December. At home among the snow drifts of winter's coldest monht. I'm a Capricorn born on Christmas Eve. Long star filled nights comfort, inspire, and ignite my sou...[Read Full Post] Tue, 05 Feb 2019 22:46:09 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948193 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948193 Veterans Day: A Tribute to Some of the Veterans I Have Known I remembered you today in your green army fatigues when you came home from Vietnam. I remembered you today your face was a colleague of every veteran I have known: I remembered you, with the face of Grand Uncle Roy who refused to talk about mustard gas in France; I remembered you, with the face of my father who served at Roswell in World War II; I rem...[Read Full Post] Tue, 25 Dec 2018 14:03:04 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948171 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948171 Blackwell, Oklahoma Beauty, seen through the eyes of a child, Lays in the little things of childhood. A fleeting memory of a house on a street named College: A street on which there was once a Community College. Knowledge, comprehended through the mind of a child, is Wisdom that an adult doesn't understand. Each story==remembered, retold, reembellished--becomes a Leg...[Read Full Post] Mon, 24 Dec 2018 19:14:35 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948131 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948131 My Father: Memories I Have His face is enshrined in childhood memories; Arms lifting shoulder high; Paternal laughter...deep and echoing; Passing via train through verdant farmlands; Yarns of his childhood revised and edited. Forgotten memories come to the surface: A day at the Kay County Fair; The summer evening spent on the front porch; Holiday visits to Grandmother's house; Easter egg hunts and Christmas dinners a...[Read Full Post] Mon, 24 Dec 2018 16:43:22 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948127 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948127 My Choice "Get rid of it!" You said with such disgust, as if the child w were discussing was conceived in hate, not lust. My choice was made! To obey you would only compound the problem: Could I absolve on sin by committing another? You didn't want to hear my view! You cared only about yourself, and how my decision affected you; I knew life began at conception. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 24 Dec 2018 16:34:56 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948125 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948125 The 4th of July At Lake Carl Blackwell Reflecting the 4th of July sky, blue waves washed onto the warm sand, like curse bearing angles three years in a row. The warm waters of Lake Carl Blackwell pulled at Tom's struggling body, only to be robbed of its prey by my observant grandfather. Bacon grease sizzled in a frying pan on a portable camp stove, Linda's small hand grabbed the skillet&#3...[Read Full Post] Sun, 23 Dec 2018 18:24:50 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948055 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948055 Home In this place I've often set, Talked with friends and new acquaintances met. It is a place of joy, love, and peace, Where my knowledge I've tried to increase. In this house I've cheered, cursed, and wept, Over what I've seen on the television set. Here I've read, eat, and play, As well as many needle point pillows made. In this apartment I've prayed, laughed, and slept, Pulse several appoint...[Read Full Post] Sun, 23 Dec 2018 14:29:35 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948047 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948047 Vuja De*#* I saw you, as if for the first time, through new eyes; my vision clear and fresh, verdant reality juxtapositioned against the barren illusions you attempted to burn into my soul. A new image of myself, empowers me to push beyond the walls of fear, constructed to imprison the child raped by your thirst for dominance. I am becoming the woman you never meant me to grow into. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 22 Dec 2018 21:35:12 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948017 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948017 Ah: To My Fellow Toastmasters The voice of uncertainty reverberates from the mouth of fear. Hesitancy, that borders on stark terror, echoes from ear to ear. I hear my own voice squeak the dreaded pause... cringe inwardly, recover, and go on. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 22 Dec 2018 19:27:34 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948011 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948011 Anointed by Light: The Las Vegas Baha'i Center A photo records the blessed event: The anointing by the Hand of God, with light shed from above. Completely covering the copper dome, the light shed from above infused into the building's atoms the blessings of Baha'u'llah. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 22 Dec 2018 19:20:47 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948010 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948010 At the San Diego Zoo I went to see the elephants, The elephants, the elephants, I went to see the elephants, At the San Diego Zoo. The elephants were performing, Performing, performing, The elephants were performing At the San Diego Zoo. I went to see the leopards, The leopards, the leopards, I went to see the leopards, At the San Diego Zoo. The leopards were sleeping, Sleeping, sleeping, The leopards were sleepi...[Read Full Post] Sat, 22 Dec 2018 17:16:41 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948005 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/948005 A Tutor's Duty What is the function of a tutor in the light of encouragement? To instill confidence in the tutee regarding their ability! What is the function of a tutor in the light of reinforcement? To enhance the tutee's comprehension of the subject! What is the function of a tutor in the light of inspiration? To stimulate the tutee's motivation! What is the function of a tutor in the light...[Read Full Post] Fri, 21 Dec 2018 21:05:14 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947945 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947945 Gravette: Poem One Going home was never any difficulty then. Returning After a long summer trip Visiting town with unique names in green states Encouraged the wanderlust in us. Truth is we looked forward to Grandpa's vacation. Traveling through neighboring states was an Experience that left indelible memories. Gravette, Missouri: Poem Two...[Read Full Post] Thu, 20 Dec 2018 19:26:04 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947884 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947884 Chubby Checkers The begin seating for the Chubby Checker's show at seven. Like sardines in a can we were packed shoulder-to-shoulder, and seated in kitchen chairs waiting for Chubby to appear. The Carnival Room was crowded, with people waiting for the cocktail waitresses to take their orders. It was a two drink minimum (either alcoholic or non-alcoholic beverages) to be set on circular tables (smaller than a ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 20 Dec 2018 15:26:06 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947875 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947875 Mama's Angel mama wanted a Christmas angel to go on top of the tree, we looked and looked until we found one that Mama though was beautiful. An angel dressed in white, like the snow on Mount Charleston; Mama loved to look at the angel even when it was not on top of the Christmas tree. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 19 Dec 2018 20:09:24 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947829 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947829 A Cold Glass of Water The chill of a froze lake flows over my tongue and descends my throat bringing back memories of my childhood. Like my grandmother, I put ice in the glass before turning on the facet and fill the glass with water. There are those who refuse to drink Las Vegas water, because it taste weird, but if you put ice in the glass-- not a plastic tumbler-- the taste of the water isn't noticeable. ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 19 Dec 2018 15:29:31 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947816 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947816 Baha'i Fall School Outside tall pines point skyward dark under trees gypsum white mountain framed in blue sky mountain blue jay bright purple dark purple flickers in sunshine out shadow red fire bush yellow rabbit grass warm sun cold air the fairest flowers of humanity plugged into the source of knowledge Inside popping logs cr...[Read Full Post] Tue, 18 Dec 2018 21:27:46 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947761 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947761 Eyes of Animal Crackers Light bubbles ascend separate paths, and ignite the eyes of animal crackers. Bubbles of orange rise and white eyes close to open orange. Pink bubbles rise and orange eyes close to open pink. Bubbles of white rise and pink eyes close to open white. The eyes of rhinos, lions, and tigers blink... wink for early rising diners. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 17 Dec 2018 14:54:02 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947651 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947651 The Day After Christmas It's the day after Christmas and all through the house, Every creature was stirring including the catnip mouse. The artificial tree was shedding all over the floor, and DC, my cat, was trying to get out of the door. My nieces and nephews were at home with their folks, Mother was working and praying for big tokes. I'm writing this poem and trying the rhyme, While somewhere police are hoping for ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 16 Dec 2018 12:17:33 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947586 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947586 I Write Poetry I write poetry on my way to school, to work, or wherever. The verse come to me while driving, while riding. I write them down at stop signs, in parking lots. *Poet's Note:* Sat, 15 Dec 2018 17:29:42 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947563 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947563 Dance of the Jellyfish Ballerinas ascending, descending a tubular tank; their undulating umbrella-shaped bodies and long tentacles sway to an intrinsic rhythm. An intrinsic rhythm rearranges their bodies into more suitable postions, as they float inside out, upside down, sidways, and right side up in their interpretation of life's choreography. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 14 Dec 2018 17:42:42 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947464 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947464 Footprints Verse by verse I advance across life's sands. Verse by verse I leave a record of my journey. *Poet's Note:* Thu, 13 Dec 2018 18:35:27 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947408 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947408 In Common: To My Sister Faye Our lives have branched: Was it really so long ago, that we played horses running free in Grandpa's yard? Our paths have diverged: There are so many things we no long share. Still, we are sisters... our common ancestry is our strength, and our shared past our weakness. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Dec 2018 19:16:25 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947252 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947252 A Romantic Challenge Time caresses my auburn tresses, as I wrap them around my fingers. The first gray strands, a perfect white, a solitary stone, a wisp of day against the cruel night. I think I see a ringer in my mirror. *Poet's Note:* Mon, 10 Dec 2018 17:15:09 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947243 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947243 I Am A Poet: To Frank Vivert I am a poet! Spokesman for the homeless, for the forgotten, for gaunt bellied men in flopghouses; for red lipped women selling their bodies; for the children of hopelessness. I am a poet! My verses are coins tossed into the hat of humanity, they sate hungry souls and quench thirsty spirits. I am a poet! I share the blood of my experience, with God's holy image. I am a poet! I wr...[Read Full Post] Sat, 24 Nov 2018 23:05:41 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946231 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946231 In Loving Remembrance of Matilda J. Chaplin "Life's duty done, as sinks the day, Light from its load the spirit flies, While Heaven and earth combine to say, How blest the righteous when he dies. Author Unknown" Memories bound to DNA, Of lovers joined in wedded bliss, Of children born along the way, Of a husband's strong embrace and kiss: Life's duty done, as sinks the day....[Read Full Post] Sat, 29 Jun 2019 18:11:22 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946192 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946192 1 Pumpkin Cheese Cake Echoes of the spiced savor of safety at my Grandparent's house. 2 3 French Roast Coffee In one swift stroke the light of dawn decapitates sleep's dragon. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 14 Dec 2018 13:15:14 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946138 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946138 Skeletons of Fear Out of the dust of my past rise, skeletons I thought long buried. At the flash of a color, or the whiff of a scent memory betrays and the rise. Rise to surround me, and push me back from the heights I've achieved. Again, I'm a helpless child pretending to be asleep, as adult male hands slip beneath the covers, beneath my night clothes to caress my maturing body. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 20 Feb 2019 19:03:07 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946133 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946133 On Becoming a Baha'i: Paradigm Shift The mind constructs a model of reality; a paradigm that it accepts as reality. Inputs from the world at large, from interactions between self and humanity, affect the model causing the mind to edit... to change the paradigm. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 16 Nov 2018 12:40:52 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945689 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945689 Crown of Glory The setting sun haloed the mountain's crest, air around burned with golden fire, and the Crown of Glory was manifest. *Poet's Note:* Tue, 13 Nov 2018 20:18:27 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945512 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945512 Making a House a Home Unwrapping early Christmas presents: I remove, layer by layer, self-sticking decorative paper from wooden shelves. Revealing the naked wood to the light of day, I let knotted eyes look again upon the real world. My First Night in My Own Home The long absence of corporal creatures chills the air, and must the whispers of matter. Rising on...[Read Full Post] Thu, 21 Feb 2019 22:00:00 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945445 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945445 My Grandfather's Boat Dock Black rubber cut into half-moons came between the wooden dock and Grandpa Frank's outboard motor boat. *Poet's Note:* Mon, 12 Nov 2018 21:11:03 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945444 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945444 Microburst The wind blew from different directions uprooting trees and tearing doors off hinges. The wind drove sheets of rain into the city, onto the college campus, and across the interstate highway... in several directions at once. The trees that weren't uprooted were flattened to the ground. We were stranded! Power lines and poles were knocked down. Electricity went off and auxiliary power came ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 27 Nov 2018 19:11:04 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945437 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945437 Vertigo an invisible bullet struck hitting me the bed the room gripping the mattress my life raft in an angry sea I watched the room spin as my eyeballs the cherries in a slot machine came to a bouncing stop *Poet's Note:* Sat, 10 Nov 2018 17:54:25 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945307 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945307 The Last Time I Saw My Grandfather The last time I saw my Grandfather was in a casket, at his funeral, dressed in his Sunday best. He was wearing the suite that he wore to church on Christmas, Easter, and to our Vacation Bible School Pageants. This isn't the way I wanted to remember Grandpa, which is why I don't like open casket funerals. Grandpa didn't attend church every Sunday, instead he attended when it mattered....[Read Full Post] Fri, 09 Nov 2018 21:24:57 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945249 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945249 Looking for Inspiration At five o'clock, I set watching the evening sky: watching for inspiration in the clouds; watching for inspiration in the sun; watching for inspiration in anything moving across the sky. At five o'clock, I set praying for inspiration: praying for inspiration in the weather; praying for inspiration in the people; praying for inspiration in the yard; praying for inspiration in anything I se...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Nov 2018 20:43:31 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945054 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/945054 The Pleasures I Have Known These are the pleasures I have known, The subtle joys of a life well lived, Remembered through the veil of time, When darkness threatens to overshadow light. First is the scent of the morning dew, Beaded on the lilacs purple bloom, When spring greens the Oklahoma hills, Where fields of wild flowers and feral grasses grew. Second are the verse of God's holy Books, Verses read in the early m...[Read Full Post] Mon, 05 Nov 2018 21:56:56 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944973 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944973 Personal Note Remember to say a prayer every day, To bring yourself to account. To say: "I love you!" In both word and deed. *Poet's Note:* Mon, 05 Nov 2018 18:55:03 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944968 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944968 Quartz Watch The gold second hand moves jerkily around the white face of my new quartz watch. Jumping silently from one second to the next; it hops past the black hour hand, the black minute hand, over the black numbers, and the framed day-date. The question is: Does the second hand move when I'm not watching it? *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 05 Nov 2018 18:08:26 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944963 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944963 What I Didn't Do? For just one day I didn't do the laundry! I didn't sort the cloths into white and dark, into bleach and no bleach, into colors that fade or don't fade. Now, for some people this wouldn't be a problem, there are a few people out there who don't have to do laundry every day. But for the rest of us, Those of us that have a life, Those of us who change clothes every hour or so,...[Read Full Post] Mon, 05 Nov 2018 13:08:46 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944951 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944951 Depression: A Metaphor Nuclear Winter Contemplating the toxic clouds of dust and fog rising from the ruins of regret, I can visualize the future beyond this present existence. Every decision made within this past year is reviewed and labeled: wrong! The cold reality of my own stupidity encourages the terror crawling through my mind. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 04 Nov 2018 14:22:28 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944878 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944878 Overcoming Fear: Questionable Reaction It was the shock of hearing the word in association with someone that I knew personally! The shock of coming face-to-face with the Reaper's latest method of murder. The shock of realizing that, even this late in life, death is still a frightening subject. Also, there was the uncertainty of how I will greet you the next time we meet. Will I hug you as always, or will I h...[Read Full Post] Sat, 03 Nov 2018 17:46:35 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944817 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944817 Valley of Fire Age after age the desert wind whispers through red stone canyons, while grain upon grain the desert sands move against sandstone cliffs carving images in the stone. Images to which we attach names: The Bee Hives, Elephant Rock, et cetera. Names and images that the coming aeons will erase. *Poet's Note:*...[Read Full Post] Wed, 31 Oct 2018 20:03:08 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944600 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944600 SWalking Dead Man Clutching a dirty white wool blanket, he stood on the corner of Charleston Boulevard and Rancho Drive. The light in the traffic signal on Rancho climbed from green to yellow. Eyes inexpressive, he stood motionless as the traffic light climbed to red. Stepping into the path of traffic, he ambled across the east bound lane of Charleston Boulevard his progress applauded by squealing brakes, hon...[Read Full Post] Sun, 28 Oct 2018 22:21:37 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944440 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944440 Love of Poetry Acquired through the umbilical cord affection for the rhymes of the cosmos. Consumed through mother's milk, passion for the rhythms of the universe. *Poet's Note:* Sun, 28 Oct 2018 21:43:44 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944437 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/944437 Waking Up in a Strange Room No cat Kneads my bare arm With her needle sharp claws To waken me from a sound sleep No cat Coffee Consumed day old From a Styrofoam cup Colder than ice black as midnight Coffee Breakfast Last night's supper Cold hamburger cold fries Stale potato chips flat soda Breakfast *Poet's Note:*...[Read Full Post] Mon, 22 Oct 2018 14:13:29 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/943979 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/943979 Shared Scars My Grandmother had a scar on her right leg. When she and her sister, Ida, were children, they rode a blind horse to school. One day they weren't watching where the horse was going, and it walked into a barbed wire fence. I have a scar on the ring finger of my right hand. When I was a child, there was a swing in Grandma's yard, that hung in front of a wire clothesline strung between the ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 07 Sep 2018 21:00:28 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/940957 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/940957 Waiting Room Music on the edge of hearing; ear candy echoing through empty ages, through mind numbing aeons, to reverberate from a 20x8 glass brick wall that separates, but does not segregate bored sad faced patients. Lights subdued, like distant star shrouded in stellar nebula. Voices, slightly louder than the music, shatter the illusion of tranquility as scattered words fall on uninterested ears. Laughter rev...[Read Full Post] Fri, 24 Aug 2018 20:55:23 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/940290 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/940290 Question About Public Art Is that half moon shaped object on the top of building D at the West Charleston Campus of the Community College of Southern Nevada an owl's aviary, the Cheshire Cat's smile, an avant-garde watermelon slice, a radio telescope, or a cradle for the accumulated knowledge of humanity? *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 14 Aug 2018 15:09:21 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939724 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939724 Morning Before and After Daylight Savings Time outside my window early rising sun transmutes pine tree bark to gold bright highlighted clouds light curtains fall on mountain silhouettes at dawn dawn's pink finger points west across the blue streaked sky to retreating night late rising sun turns charcoal gray clouds to red-hot barbecue briquettes at day's first light Midnight sets in th...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Aug 2018 20:13:49 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939550 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939550 Dance of the White Stallions Equestrian art's essence! The horse and rider united to form a single entity. Each step precisely executed, as six equestrians march in perfect review formation. Two by two, in classical formation, the white Lipizzaner's dance across the arena. In mirror-image perfection each stallion performs natural gaits, dressage, haute d'ecole, passage and half-pass, as the riders&#3...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Aug 2018 19:28:52 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939545 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939545 Dreams of a Crystal Unicorn: Inspired by a Unicorn Statue I Once Owned A crystal unicorn reposes upon a window ledge of white, its guiled horn reflecting the bright sunlight. Alone among the figurines it dreams of starry nights, when real unicorns lay sleeping mid blossoms of snow-white. On some half-remembered continent roamed herd of silver-gray, that lifted up their golden horns to greet the new born day. On the ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Aug 2018 18:20:39 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939541 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/939541 Darbe Grandma Darbe told a story about four brothers, who came from Scotland. When the disembarked America Each brother spelled his name differently. One spelling was: D... A... R... B... E... *Poet's Note:* Mon, 30 Jul 2018 19:45:16 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/938833 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/938833 Day Room The numbers on the clock in the day room are black beacons, silently signaling the haze gray minutes as they pass in review. The sign attached to the white wall announces: USS Guadalupe, I set motionless stari8g out the window as one by one planes descend. Their steep descent carries the below the sand colored wall of the hospital's other wing. One by one they disappear never to be seen again....[Read Full Post] Mon, 30 Jul 2018 19:14:40 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/938827 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/938827 Reminiscence of My First Love I remember the power of the machine. I remember the way its hard metal felt between my thighs. I remember the glint of its ebony beauty in the moonlight. I remember the scent of its warm body beneath me. I remember the wind whispering seductively as it blew caution, his words, his odor, his memory behind me, like lint from his black leather jacket. I remember the name of t...[Read Full Post] Wed, 20 Jun 2018 16:32:04 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936641 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936641 Light Show in the Forum at Caesar's Palace Each hour On the hour Ancient gods come to life The white marble dome Echoing with the thunder of creation Reflect the lightning of life The statues move The statues talk Play music on lyres of light The constellations dance The nebulae cavort The gods of ancient Rome celebrate Light flows across the marble dome In joyous abandon Pastels of rainbows mate Faces f...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Jun 2018 20:00:12 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936607 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936607 An Old Fashion 4th of July Parade Sirens proclaim the approach of Old Glory! A general leading his troops in reiveew, the Stars and Stripes halt to receive his due. Rising in unity, the crowd salutes! Rank on rank troops pass in review! Elected politicians, displaying family units, proudly ride in late model convertibles. Section by sections warriors pass, divided by uniform division, and age. Model T Fords...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Jun 2018 19:50:01 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936606 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936606 The Perfect Mother: To Marie Pearl Newland Darbe Sisk Her voice is a sweet melody descending from heaven; Angelic voices sing her praise; Peace and love surround her children; Paradise is the home she creates through Years of uncomplaining sacrifice. Merry voice can be heard in heaven, Odes to her many virtues singing. There is no one else in the universe that can riv...[Read Full Post] Sat, 16 Jun 2018 21:27:14 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936446 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936446 Waiting For the Bus Glances to the left and the right confirms that either I am early or the bus is late. *Poet's Note:* Sun, 10 Jun 2018 22:30:15 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936116 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936116 The Old Swimming Hole At the old swimming hole, the hot dry sand burns, the sharp course grains scour naked soles, and clings tenaciously to wet feet. At the old swimming hole, the warm we sand soothes, like that washed by the movement of ocean surf, comforts the lonely soul. At the old swimming hole, the bath worm crystal clear water is four feet deep, and its bottom is smooth cement. At the old swimming hole, th...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Jun 2018 22:22:38 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936115 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/936115 Spaces in My Life There areSPACESin my life left over from childhood! I was born in a sundown town - apartheid American style - my playmates were lily-white. There are spacesINmy life left over by my parents! My father an alcoholic divorced by my mother. Her boyfriend a pedophile. There are spaces inMYlife left over by one I loved! our daughter given up for adoption. There are spaces in myLIFE created by me! Dr...[Read Full Post] Sat, 02 Jun 2018 22:56:45 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935689 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935689 Silver Swan The silver swan rests Between the dark bands of time Keeping perfect time *Poet's Note:* Sat, 02 Jun 2018 22:30:59 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935686 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935686 Stone Fountains The water flows, descends ledge by ledge, down man-made falls. The water falls, cascades stone by stone into a cement trough. Water drops, splashes from stone ledges, striking living vines. The ivy moves, as if caressed by a strong wind, then swings back into place. Touch by the water's invisible power, the vines sway back and forth, as the recycled water flows. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 29 May 2018 16:51:58 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935481 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935481 Momentary Disruptions in the Space-Time Continuum Dissolving into the aroma, I return to experience my first cup of black coffee. Coffee poured into a heavy white restaurant cup, without the cooling effect of cream and sugar, looked like a starless night; tasted like nectar of the gods. Melting into the flavor, I return to experience my first slice of watermelon. Cut for a melon picked in Grandpa Frank's garde...[Read Full Post] Mon, 28 May 2018 22:04:58 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935431 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935431 White Recliner I always think of Grandpa Newland, whenever I see a white recliner. I remember him setting in one, with the Siamese cat beside him and the dog in his lap, watching T.V. Grandpa enjoyed setting ther, with Jay beside him and Cindi or Popcorn in his lap, Watching The Grand Old Opera. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 28 May 2018 20:43:41 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935427 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935427 Prayer Breakfast: Prayers translated via American Sign Language Flowing though the air hand translate the spoken word. Repeating word for word each prayer and song. Their fluid motion intoning praise to the Almighty. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 26 May 2018 18:00:59 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935315 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935315 1 Puppy: To Specs She approaches each child in turn, playfully enthusiastic. Each movement of her bobbed tail wags her entire rear end. Completely oblivious to all other priorities, her tail wags harder with each stroke, as each child caresses her long brown and white coat. 2 Walking Specs Leashed energy tugs at the brown leather strap pulls me forward. Distra...[Read Full Post] Sat, 02 Apr 2022 21:06:09 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935310 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935310 A Polaroid of the Moon Embraced by night the sun's mirror lays frozen in timeless splendor. Seas and oceans, waterless and still, are dark blotches against Luna's light kissed heights. *Poet's Note:* Saturn: My First View Perfect white pearl Encircled by mother-of-pearl rings Accompanied By four glittering moonstones Adorn the ebony throat of night ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 03 Jun 2018 19:55:55 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935309 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935309 Star Crossed Lovers: To George Newland We were star crossed lovers standing on the edge of eternity, awaiting the decree of fate, that would forever seal our destinies, and separate our paths. I love him, and thought he love me, but it was only a game he played, I was just another conquest, another nude picture for his album. To me he was an instructor, who taught the difference between lust and love, the father of ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 24 Nov 2018 21:46:51 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935216 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/935216 Snow Ice Cream*#* The ingredients were easy to get in winter in Oklahoma. You didn't take the first snow, because it was dirty, unfit for human consumption. The second and subsequent snows provided the purest ingredients, which you mixed in a bowl with vanilla. *Poet's Note:* ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 17 Apr 2018 22:49:19 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/933005 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/933005 1 Vashtie's Eyes I It's her eyes that tell the story, The calm acceptance of love; Her joy at my presence rumbles in her throat, But it's her eyes that reveal her true feelings, As she lays, with them closed, in my lap Or watches me from a shelf. II Oval emeralds glow in pools of green fire for the beloved. ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 27 Dec 2018 23:08:28 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/932654 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/932654 The Bride's Ensemble Her something old was his Grandmother' gold bracelet that he placed on her wrist: to assure continuity through out their married life. He something new was the pink silk handkerchief that she placed between her breast: to ensure optimism and hope throughout their married life. He something borrowed was the copper coin that her Mother taped face up in her shoe: to guarantee good fortune a...[Read Full Post] Thu, 12 Apr 2018 18:46:16 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/932651 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/932651 Grandma Mary: Newland, M. Florence; born: Nov 09 1900; Died: Feb 10 1972; Cemetery information: BLK 324; L/R: 4, S: 2 - Blackwell, Oklahoma. Grandpa Frank: Newland, Frank S.; Born: Nov 29 1894, Death: Apr 24 1971; Cenetery Information: BLK 324: L/R: 4: S 4 - Blackwell, Oklahoma. Frank S. Newland, 1894 - 1971 Frank S. Newland was born on month day 1894, at birth place, Oklahoma, to Silas Henry Newland and Rachel Ellen Newland (born Botts). Silas was born on...[Read Full Post] Fri, 01 Sep 2017 21:53:34 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/919639 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/919639 It's afternoon here in Las Vegas, I've only gotten one blog response written and posted a status update to Facebook. I have a grief cunseling meeting at 4:00 pm I have to get ready for. I'm also cooking some veggies in the skillet. I can't seem to focus because of fantasizing. It's getting to the point where MDD is interfering in everything I do. I was able to concentrate on one blog entry, but nothing else. All I want to do is play GS and dayd...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:20:42 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905179 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905179 Cease the Day! This is something I need to do every morning. I wake up when the alarm sounds and then ignore the alarm. This morning I didn't get up until after 5:00 am. I took my thyroid meds, did my other morning stuff, said a prayer, and started writing; as a results I didn't go to the laundromat. I did leave the house to take out a bag of trash, but that's about it. I haven't gone to the mail box to pick up today's mail if I received any. ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:18:37 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905178 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905178 It's Monday again. It's Weird Monday! This morning I attempted to make a blog entry, but instead of publishing the entry (which I wanted to do) I or the technology saved it as a draft. I suppose it was a good thing because it gave me part of the title for a response to a prompt for a thirty-day blogging challenge I'm participating in. However, it was a bit irritating - on the irritating scale of 1 to 10 (with 1 being the lowest and 10 the highest) it w...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:16:47 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905177 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905177 Interview Questions and Answers Question: When asked who you are what is the first thing that comes to mind? Answer: I believe in the common foundation of all religions. I am a world citizen. I am a poet who strives to be a mystic poet. I am Scotch-Irish, German and (as a family rumor has it) Native American. Question: Why do you write? Answer: I am compelled to write. Question: Who do you write for? Answer: I write f...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:15:11 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905176 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905176 It's Sunday morning, May 4, and the day got off to a slow start. I managed two blog entries, but I don't seem to want to do anything else. I'm still behind on one thing I should I completed on Friday. I will have to finish that, but I don't want to do it. In fact, I don't want to do much of anything this morning. I don't even want to fantasize which is unusual because I normally do that without even thinking about it. I just go into my f...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:07:13 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905175 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905175 I got behind in my review goals on writing.com this week. The reason for this is that I am participating in a writing and reviewing exercise called the Game of Thrones. The review have to be at least 1,000 characters (letters) long. I did four of those reviews on Thursday (May 1) and another five on Friday (May 2), which was all I could do with the other writing I had to complete. I decided to change my reviewing goals for the rest of May from five to four, whi...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:05:13 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905173 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905173 Well I scared myself logging in today. My fingers mistyped my log-in ID and it would let met in, I thought for a few minutes I forgot what it was. I scare myself like that every once in a while because my fingers mistype and I don't notice before I put in my password and hit the return key. I went to the store this afternoon and purchased some foodstuff. I bought two different type of froze meat; skinless chicken breast and fish. I am tired because it is ho...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:03:40 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905172 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905172 It is Thankful Thursday, so I need to come up with ten things I am thankful for receiving or having this week. I usually list the same ten things every week, but this week I want to put something new on the list. I also want to leaves some of the usual things on the list because those are thing I am always grateful for having in my life. However, if everything on the list is new that is alright as well. What am I grateful for this week? 1. My sister. 2. Baha&#3...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 14:01:46 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905171 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905171 It is the duty of the seeker to search for truth independently and questions the dogma of the past. It is the duty of the lover to proclaim the name of the beloved to all the world not matter what the consequences. The seeker become the lover after finding the eternal beloved in his new attire. Sometimes the seeker finds the beloved quickly without much search, but at other time it takes years or even decades to find the beloved. The soul knows the beloved at f...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 13:59:40 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905170 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905170 I have to begin writing somewhere this morning, so it may as well be here. For some reason I can't seem to focus my mind and muse on one subject. My thoughts are wild and scattered. Hoping from one subject to another and then attempting to withdraw into a fantasy world. Perhaps I should write down the fantasy, but I can seem bring myself to do that either. I have to respond to prompts. I have blog entries to make. I have a haiku to write and submit to a dai...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 13:58:04 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905169 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905169 It's another cool day in Las Vegas with the temperatures in the middle to high 70s. Another day without turning on the cool air in the middle part of the day. It's always nice to feel I don't have to turn the air on while I'm working at the computer. I'm not sure how long this nice weather will last, but I hope it last long enough for me to figure out how to pay the high power bill this summer. I went to the Feast of Beauty last night, which...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 13:56:21 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905168 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905168 Sunday morning in Las Vegas, with temperatures that remind me of Blackwell, Oklahoma. I don't remember it being this chilly this late in April, but perhaps I'm experiencing a senior moment when it comes to the temperature. I'm glad it isn't hot, I'd rather have lower then average temperatures then average or above average temperatures. I shiver this morning when I woke up; however, that could have been more about my health then the temperatu...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 13:54:30 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905167 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905167 The pile of laundry seems to grow by itself without any assistance. It's almost as if it has a mind of it's own or perhaps a creature from another deminision. If it isn't done once at least once a week it becomes too much to handle. I never realized how good I had it when I had a washing machine in the house. Then I could do laundry everyday without worrying about the cost of anything except detergent or fabric sheets. It's easier to use fabric ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 13:52:34 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905165 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905165 Friday is laundry day! I went to the laundromat today, where I washed four loads of clothes. I used one of the five load washer for $4.75 because I didn't want to deal with removing clothes from two different washers. Laundry is hard enough as it is without having to unload from two different washing machines when I'm going to put all the clothes in one dryer. I got to thinking about the way Grandma Mary washed clothes. I remember her using a wringer wa...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 13:15:18 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905163 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905163 Writing 750 words a day will help me reach my goal, but the problem is right now I'm not sure what to write. The blank screen caused my muse to tiptoe out the door, so now I have to figure out what I want to write without her help. Of course, sometimes my muse is something else. My muse can be the wind or the rain or anything else that I find interesting. I wonder why inspiration is called a muse as if it is a physical human being instead of a concept or in...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Feb 2017 13:00:33 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905160 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/905160 FiḍÃl (Grace), 9 Qawl (Speech), 173 BE - Tuesday, November 29, 2016 AD about 11:44 AM Pacific Standard Time Author's Note: Anytime the Glory of God is mentioned in my poems it refers to Baha'u'llah. I wrote this poem sometime in 1995 in response to the quote by Baha'u'llah. I'm not sure where I came across this quote. I have to do a little more re...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:33:10 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904745 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904745 KamÃl (Perfection), 8 Qawl (Speech), 173 BE - Monday, November 28, 2016 AD about 2:12 PM Pacific Standard Time Thoughts on Death and Other Things It's been a good day so far. I think I've managed to get the 30-day Blogging Challenge prompts straightened out. I managed to post about three on the wrong days. There is only two day left, but there is only one prompt ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:31:28 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904744 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904744 JamÃl (Beauty), 7 Qawl (Speechr), 173 BE - Sunday, November 27, 2016 AD about 8:00 AM Pacific Standard Time exceeded my NaNoWriMo word count goal on Saturday, November 26, 2016, by 1,036 words. I could stop now and claim my award; however since (including today) there are four more days left in November I am going to continue writing in this journal. There are several things I need to put into this jo...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:29:33 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904743 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904743 JalÃl (Glory), 6 Qawl (Speech), 173 BE - Friday, November 25, 2016 AD about 8:39 AM About 8:39 PM Pacific Standard Time What is My Purpose? To attain God's presence On the day of resurrection. To accept His Manifestation So that I may know and love Him I've written several poems inspired by the Baha'I Faith. I've also written poems inspired by ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:27:59 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904742 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904742 IstiqlÃl (Independence), 5 Qawl (Speech), 173 BE - Thursday, November 24, 2016 AD about 4:57 PM Pacific Standard Time Memory of Late Spring On the first triple digit day of the year, True summer isn't even here, Las Vegas melts under the sudden heat, Air conditioning systems break down, And gas prices rise all over town. I think the above poem is completed...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:26:13 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904741 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904741 IstijlÃl (Majesty), 3 Qawl (Speech), 173 BE - Thursday, November 24, 2016 AD about 9:00 AM Pacific Standard Time Thanksgiving Day: The Blog City prompt - What are your favorite Thanksgiving foods? Do you cook your own or do you like when someone else cooks them? What are my favorite Thanksgiving foods? Pumpkin pie with whipped cream, the turkey drumstick or thigh,...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:24:43 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904740 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904740 âIdÃl (Justice), 2 Qawl (Speech), 173 BE - Tuesday, November 22, 2016 AD about 7:53 PM Pacific Standard Time The prompts from Blog City and the Blogging circle of friends inspired me to begin writing my Thanksgiving Wednesday entry on Tuesday night. Sometimes the prompts inspire me to get started responding to them early even though I can't post them to the blog forums until after 9:00 PM PST. ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:23:06 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904739 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904739 FiḍÃl (Grace), 1 Qawl (Speech), 173 BE - Tuesday, November 22, 2016 AD about 9:38 AM Pacific Standard Time Thanksgiving Tuesday: Memories and Depression It's Tuesday of Thanksgiving week. I'm depressed. I'm not sure why I'm depressed because there could be several reasons. Thanksgiving, November 24, is the beginning of the holiday season here in America. T...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:21:30 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904738 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904738 JamÃl (Beauty), 18 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Sunday, November 20, 2016 AD about 10:30 AM Pacific Standard Time NaNoWriMo Day 20 Update It's NaNoWriMo Day 20 at about 10:22 AM Pacific Standard Time. I have written 40,783 words with 9,217 words left to go. The projected date to complete the 50,000 words is Friday, November 25. The minimum word count goal is now 838. This ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:19:50 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904737 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904737 JamÃl (Beauty), 18 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Sunday, November 20, 2016 AD about 6:58 AM Pacific Standard Time The Beginning of A New Week It's Sunday, November 20, the beginning of Thanksgiving week. I'm wondering what I have to be thankful for. I woke up to find that my cellphone battery run out of charge and the phone turned itself off. I put it on the charger. I ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:17:51 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904736 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904736 JalÃl (Glory), 17 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Saturday, November 19, 2016 AD about 7:40 AM Pacific Standard Time It's Creation Saturday and I have to write a response for three blog prompts. Well I suppose I don't have to, but I want to. I'm composing the responses as part of my NaNoWriMo Day 19 entry because I know they are going to contain some personal information which should go in this jou...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:07:55 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904735 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904735 JalÃl (Glory), 17 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Saturday, November 18, 2016 AD about 4:38 PM Pacific Standard Time Review of NaNoWriMo Day 18 I went to see my doctor this morning at 10:30 AM. Getting ready and going to the appointment took most of the morning. This afternoon I responded to some blog prompts and did some reviews. Then I did some surveys. All of this took most of...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:03:57 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904734 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904734 IstijlÃl (Majesty), 15 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Thursday, November 17, 2016 AD about 9:39 AM Pacific Standard Time Questions that Need Answers I've changed my mind about the questions I planned to do this week. I've decided to answer them before going on to reading and reviewing the articles on BahaiTeachings.org. The questions don't require long answers so I&#...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 18:01:30 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904733 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904733 IstijlÃl (Majesty), 15 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Wednesday, November 16, 2016 AD about 7:30 PM Pacific Standard Time Evening Thoughts Something has changed in my life this year. I'm not sure what, but I'm sure it's for the better. I still worry about stuff, but I'm getting a little better. I'm improving or at least I think I'm improving. I'm look...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:58:35 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904732 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904732 âIdÃl (Justice), 14 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Wednesday, November 15, 2016 AD about 9:24 PM Pacific Standard Time NaNoWriMo Day 15 Update As of NaNoWriMo Day 15 I had written 28,576 words with 21,424 words left to go. I've completed 57% of my NaNo goal. I'm happy about that. There are other things I'm not happy about, but those will work themselves out as soon ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:56:27 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904730 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904730 FiḍÃl (Grace), 13 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Monday, November 14, 2016 AD about 6:12 PM Pacific Standard Time NaNoWriMo Plans for the Next Few Days There are seventeen days left in November. I have seventeen days to complete the 50,000 words I'm supposed to write this month. So far, I've written 26,541 words which is approximately 53% of the total. Up to this point I...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:54:19 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904729 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904729 KamÃl (Perfection), 12 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Sunday, November 13, 2016 AD about 8:39 PM Pacific Standard Time The Full Moon and Moonflowers Evening shadows creep across the valley. In the east a supermoon rises. The beaver moon looks down upon Las Vegas casting a sleep spell upon all who look upon her. Everyone, or almost everybody, thinks of the moon as a man. The refe...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:52:08 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904728 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904728 JamÃl (Beauty), 11 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Sunday, November 13, 2016 AD about 10:51 AM Pacific Standard Time Automatic writing: Morning Session - Covering Various Subjects Thirteen days into NaNo and I still have a lot of things I need to write about. I don't think I've dealt with some of the issues I planned to deal with in this year's NaNoWriMo session. I h...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:49:33 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904727 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904727 JalÃl (Glory), 10 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Friday, November 11, 2016 AD about 8:20 PM Pacific Standard Time The End of NaNoWriMo Day 11 It's the end of NaNoWriMo 2016 Day 11. I have written a total of 20,015 words which is 40% of the total. The next incremental goal on the NaNoWriMo website is 25,000 words. My next personal incremental goal is between 22,000 to 24,000 ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:47:06 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904726 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904726 IstiqlÃl (Independence), 9 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Friday, November 11, 2016 AD about 12:00 PM Pacific Standard Time NaNoWriMo Day 11 Morning Thoughts It's November 11, NaNoWriMo Day 11. I had hoped my word count would equal 22,000 by today, but it only equals 17,785 which means I'm 4,215 words short of what I wanted. I'm not unhappy about falling short of the...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:39:07 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904723 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904723 IstijlÃl (Majesty), 8 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Thursday, November 9, 2016 AD about 9:50 PM Pacific Standard Time The Importance of Words "Dr. Andrew Newberg, a neuroscientist and Mark Robert Waldman, a communications expert wrote in Words Can Change Your Brain , âA single word has the power to influence the expression of genes that regulate physical and emotional stres...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:37:27 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904722 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904722 FiḍÃl (Grace), 6 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Tuesday, November 8, 2016 AD Miscellaneous Thoughts: Part 1 I spent the entire day, November 8, at working the election polls. As a results I didn't get online or write anything toward my NaNoWriMo word count goal. This is unusual because normally when working the polls I write at least a few paragraphs. This year is differen...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:35:04 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904721 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904721 JamÃl (Beauty), 4 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Sunday, November 6, 2016 AD about 4:13 PM Pacific Standard Time Meditation Notes Meditation Notes In Poetic Form Chanting God's Most Great Name Memories of my mother Ascend from the deep room Of my mind Writing.com is my home on the worldwide web. Have I used this in a poem before? ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:32:58 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904719 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904719 JamÃl (Beauty), 4 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Sunday, November 5, 2016 AD about 8:20 PM Pacific Daylight Time Miscellaneous Sunday Subjects Thoughts on my NaNo writing goals for the coming week. A new week has begun. I'm writing this on the evening of November 5, 2016. It's several minutes or perhaps hours after sunset, I'm not exactly sure when sunset occurs in Las Vegas. For me it's a new day be...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:30:46 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904718 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904718 JalÃl (Glory), 3 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Saturday, November 5, 2016 AD about 11:07 AM Pacific Daylight Time Saturday Morning Observations I awake later than usual this morning. I took my first medication, recited the morning prayer revealed by Baha'u'llah, and then got ready for my day. I brewed a fresh carafe of Folgers black, I let Chena out, I turned on the c...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:24:00 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904717 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904717 IstiqlÃl (Independence), 2 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Friday, November 3, 2016 AD about 8:30 PM Pacific Daylight Time Dear Mama, What am I doing wrong? Am I doing anything wrong? I just finished talking to Faye or rather Liz as she likes to be called. I'm trying to take care of my own bills, but I'm having a difficult time doing it. I know she hates to support me, but I think she feels guilty. ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:22:13 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904716 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904716 IstijlÃl (Majesty), 1 Qudrat (Power), 173 BE - Thursday, November 2, 2016 AD about 7:14 PM Pacific Daylight Time Dear Baha'u'llah It's past sunset so it's a new day. That means I can start on the next entry in my NaNoWriMo personal journal entry. I wasn't going to begin this until in the morning, but I encountered a problem tonight and I may as well write you a letter for the jour...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:20:13 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904715 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904715 âIdÃl (Justice), 19 âIlm (Knowledge), 173 BE - Wednesday, November 2, 2016 AD about 8:43 AM Pacific Daylight Time Revealing More of Myself and My Past Coffee a Family Tradition There's nothing like a strong hot cup of coffee to get me started on a chilly autumn morning. The truth is that it doesn't take a chilly morning for me to enjoy a hot cup of joe. I like to drink hot coffee in any season. I also like to sip iced coffee in the summer. I enjoy all types of coffee whether it's hot or cold. ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:17:52 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904714 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904714 FiḍÃl (Grace), 18 âIlm (Knowledge), 173 BE - Tuesday, November 1, 2016 AD about 8:09 AM Pacific Daylight Time Miscellaneous Meanderings Introduction Why is it so hard to get started on the first day of NaNoWriMo? I don't know that this is any easier this year then it was last year. The only difference this year is the topic, I'm not writing a novel or a collection ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2017 17:13:16 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904713 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/904713 Part 1 of Taking a Walk Within There is something out of whack in my life. I feel as if something is not quite right, but I don't know what it is. I feel uncomfortable. I am on the verge of tears, but I don't know why I want to cry. It's been this way for a while now. I've felt this way for several days. I'm tired of over-thinking and worrying when I should be taking action to solve my problems. I think the prob...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:40:04 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854968 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854968 Cleaning out the Refrigerator You know it's funny that I don't remember my Grandmother cleaning out her refrigerator. I remember my mother cleaning her refrigerator, but not my Grandmother. I suspect it was because Grandma cleaned her refrigerator during the week when my siblings and I were in school. Even when I lived with Grandma I don't remember her cleaning out the refrigerator and again I think it was because she cl...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:37:38 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854967 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854967 Phobias and Other Fear I discovered a new phobia! It is call Thalassophobia, which is "Fear of the Ocean"*#*. Thalassophobi comes from two Greek words thalassa, which means "sea or ocean" and phobos which is 'fear or dread'.*#* I discovered this fear a couple of days ago when I read a blog entry. I am not sure how I am going to use this in my writing at this time. The title "Spider and snake...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:34:54 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854965 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854965 Free Write on Various Subjects I don't know what subjects this free write will cover so I will start out with a grammar (that wasn't what I was going to write, but I think I've encountered a Freudian slip so I will go with that subject first) rant. Grammar Rant I have grammar issues which show their ugly heads when I least expect them. I have to admit that... I'm not sure what I was...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:32:03 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854964 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854964 Cloud Shapes One of the reasons I like partly cloudy days is the shape of the clouds. Clouds take on so many shapes. Some of the shapes are frightening, some are inspiring, and some are just ordinary objects. I have seen many different things in the clouds over my sixty some years of life. A Cloud Shaped Like a Dragon I just looked out my front door and I saw a cloud shaped like a dragon. The drag...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:29:50 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854963 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854963 The Path Less Taken: What is the path less taken? What is the path less taken? I wonder as I look out the open door of my studio apartment. This afternoon I am less worried (an over-thinking issue) then I was this morning. I went to the store about 12:00 pm so that I could pick up my prescription eye drops. I purchased three small packages frozen vegetables (vegetables that I do not have in cans), a jar of peanut butter, some crack...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:24:51 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854962 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854962 Another Fearful Tuesday The wind is blowing Across the street the pine tree I waving good-by to clouds. I look out my front door. Across the street the limbs of the pine tree are blowing in the wind. There is a gray car parked under the pine tree, but it is not shaded by the tree. The sun cast long shadows from the south side of Sunrise Avenue. The shadows are those of palm trees and apartment buildings. T...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:21:49 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854961 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854961 Monday Morning Terror or Is It Depression It is about 11:13 am on Monday, April 13, 2015. I am terrified! I am afraid, but there is no explanation to this fear that I am feeling. At least, I do not think it has an explanation. I might find an explanation after I finish this entry. When I began this book, I intended to write memories of the past or essays. I have succeeded in writing some of the memories, but I have not written any e...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:19:22 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854959 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854959 My Mother's Prayer Beads 95 pink beads Mom intoned God's Most Great Name her voice melodic Mom's prayer beads are rose pink. I remember her using them when she was able to comprehend what she was doing. When she worked at the Show Boat she would chant God's Most Great Name before she went to work. I wish I could remember what they renamed the Show Boat after it was sold, but I guess it does...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:16:48 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854958 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854958 A Long Day Writing Into Night I am sitting at my computer. The door to the outside is open, but both the security screen is locked. I can see from the way the sunlight is angle that it is nearing sunset. The neighbors are playing some sort of game with a ball because I can hear it bouncing. A blue truck just drove east on Sunrise Avenue. Across the street the neighbors cars are parked at an angle (I spelled angle right this time). I...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:10:49 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854956 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854956 The Broken Beans I have heard of spilling beans, but not breaking beans. I remember my grandmother breaking beans, of course she called it snapping beans. I think the reason she used that term was because that was the sound the beans made when she broke them in half. My grandparent planted a garden every year and one of the thing they planted was string beans or green beans. I am not sure why they were called sting beans, maybe i...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:08:25 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854955 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854955 I Must Have a Secret Admirer I must have a secret admirer because my horoscope keeps talking about romance. Romance is something I have not experienced in a long time, if ever. Sometime I wander if I ever experienced it. I know I did not with any of the men in my life. I do not remember either of them being romantic. In fact both of my, so called, romantic encounters were alcoholics. I do not think that alcoholics know how to be rom...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:05:55 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854954 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854954 Idea for a Poetry Form On Tuesday, April 7, while I was working the primary election polls I got an idea for a poetry form. This is a version of the Acrostic poetry form. In the acrostic form the first letter of each line spells out the title of the poem. I know of, at least, three versions of this form. There is the first letter acrostic which spells out the title down the left of the poem. There is the last letter acrostic which s...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:02:53 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854953 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854953 The Reason I Enjoy Doing Surveys I realized today that I enjoy doing surveys. I do not remember which survey I was doing when I realized this. When I first started doing surveys several years ago (I do not remember exactly when I began doing surveys) I enjoyed it. Then it got to the point where I did not enjoy doing them, but I plugged through anyway. I suppose I could have stopped and resigned from the survey group, but I did not....[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:00:19 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854952 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854952 What is Prosperity? Generosity and Other Thoughts "Be generous in prosperity, and thankful in adversity..." BahÃâuâllÃh, Gleanings from the Writing of BahÃâuâllÃh, CXXX I look at the scripture verse. I read the scripture verse. I ask "How can I be generous when I am not prosperous?" What do I have to give to others who have les...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:57:39 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854950 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854950 Meditation on a Blazing Fire Author's Note: The inspiration for this prose poem is DAY 399 the April 7, 2015 prompt for [Link To Item #blogcity] âThe blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it.â Marcus Aurelius, Meditations What do you think about this quote? Do you keep a blazing fire when it comes to your writing? Lately I seem...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:52:05 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854949 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854949 Meditation in a Giant Bubble: A Prose Poem Author's Note: This was the DAY 871, April 7, 2015, prompt for [Link To Item #bcof] "You and your friends are blowing bubbles outside. suddenly you become trapped inside a bubble and you float away. Where will you travel in these huge floating bubbles and why. What will your family think when you tell them why you were late for dinner....[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:48:48 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854947 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854947 Easter Sunday Memories I was raised a Southern Baptist in Blackwell, Oklahoma. I remember going to the airport, which was across the street from my Grandparent Newland's house in the Smelter Heights. The city, at least I think it was the City of Blackwell, had an Easter Egg Hunt on the Saturday before Easter Sunday. Grandpa Frank and Grandma Mary would take us across the road to the airport on Saturday morning. We took Easter b...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:46:22 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854945 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854945 Romance, Romanticism, Poetry, and Mother's Day Author's Note: I got the ideas for this entry from three challenges presented in . These challenges were (1) write a romantic poem using acrostic or quatrain forms, (2) Why does poetry matter to you?, and (3) write a Mother's Day poem. Romance Roses, red as the dawn of a cloudy day, Open their dew glistening petals to ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:42:49 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854943 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854943 My Relationship with God is Always Improving My relationship with God is always improving because each day I learn something about how to make it better. I am a worrier! I have worried and obsessed over everything or almost everything all my life. This is not trusting in God because it suggests that I have control over everything in my life. I do not have control all though I wish I did. Maybe that is why I worry because I want to c...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:37:37 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854942 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854942 Two Dreams about the Return of Christ The First Dream: I Saw Christ Return in the Clouds This dream occurred when I was in grade school. At the time I lived in Blackwell, Oklahoma at 1119 West College. It was a two bedroom house with one bathroom, a living room, and a large kitchen. The bathroom was a good size as well. When this dream occurred I was asleep in the bedroom which had two beds. One b...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:34:23 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854941 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854941 Where did my relationship with God take root? I was raised in Blackwell, Oklahoma. My parents and grandparents, on my mother's side, were Southern Baptist. My grandmother on my father's side went to a Christian that church whose members spoke in tongues. I do not know much about what my Grandma Belva (my father's mother) believed. I know she believed in Christ, but other then that I do not know much more about her or Gra...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:31:12 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854940 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854940 A Letter to My Mother Marie Pearl Newland Darbe Sisk Dear Mama, It has been two years, four months, and five days since your soul ascended into the Abha Kingdom. I miss you everyday. Sometimes something I think about or do reminds me of you. I looked into the mirror and I see your face looking back at me. I open my mouth to say something and I hear your voice. I dream about you and wake up in the middle of the night listening ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:24:39 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854938 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854938 It is April Fools Day 2015 It is April Fools Day 2015. It is the first day of National Poetry Month 2015. It is the first day of NaNoWriMo Camp 2015. I know I have to write something today, so I am just going to start writing and see what type of prose I come up with. I am not sure that it was a good idea to take on so much in April because today I feel overwhelmed. I do not feel as overwhelmed now that I have contacted Cox Communic...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 21:20:06 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854935 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854935 Author's Note: This is the original introduction to Camp NaNoWriMo 2015. I posted this and the following 25 entries in this memoir in July 2015. Introduction I created this collection of poetry and prose for Camp NaNoWriMo 2015. It contains both poetry and prose which are rated from E to 18+ because I never know when I start writing what the rating will be. I set the rating at 18+ and do not intend to go higher all though som...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Jul 2015 22:42:45 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854934 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/854934 Walking home from school after a rainstorm. I jumped into the puddle soaking my oxfords, white anklets, and splashing water onto the hem of my yellow dress. I stood in the puddle for a few minutes, checking to make sure the school books and papers I held under my rain coat were still dry. It was the first rainy day in April and I was walking home from school by myself. I looked ahead and to my delight, I saw the water running along the ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 27 Jun 2015 21:12:54 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/852635 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/852635 My grandmother Mary Newland made a dish she called Spanish Rice, which contained ground beef, rice, and tomato sauce. Over the years I have take Grandma Mary's recipe and changed it. I am planning on changing the Spanish Rice recipe again, but this time I am using a recipe for salsa that my sister-in-law gave me. My Sister-in-Laws Salsa Recipe 3 cans Ortega hot Jalapenos chopped 2 cans Ortega green chillies chopped 1/2 cup ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 19 Jan 2014 20:08:41 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/803876 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/803876 Memoir: Write an outline for your memoir. Create bullet points for all the important parts you want to include and group them into chapters. If you have written the material for a certain bullet point, link to it. You should end up with a 'to do' list for your memoir. I know there are poems and essays in my portfolio that should go in this, but I cannot remember exactly which ones they are, so I am going to plan a second part to this memoir for those. I also need to check the items I have save el...[Read Full Post] Thu, 05 Dec 2013 20:53:51 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/799506 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/799506 Genealogy: Write a letter or essay telling us why family history interests you, and what your goals are. How will you record your work and what do you hope to learn? In the later stages of Mom's Alzheimer's disease she would begin crying for no apparent reason. Sometimes, if I were careful and ask gently enough, she would tell me the reason she was crying. Most of the time, she cried because she could not remember th...[Read Full Post] Mon, 02 Dec 2013 20:47:06 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/799206 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/799206 Sat, 09 Nov 2013 19:22:02 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/797346 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/797346