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Sorry if I OFFENDED anyone

mindlovemiserysmenagerie Reminds us It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

You have a week to write it, enjoy! Include the first line of course! Tag it Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays, and short fiction.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I hope it’s not YOU! I SEE!

Ta Da! ♫ Your first line is **People see what makes sense to them, reality notwithstanding.**

Below see my attempt at offending someone!

**People see what makes sense to them, reality notwithstanding.**
It all boils down to lifestyle and Pride.
Today especially, with the new normal that is plugged. 
The "New Normal" defined as:

I’m offended!
You’re a racist!
Boy or Girl or to be determined!
Cops are bad; crooks are good!
Riots/looters are peaceful!
Processions/A March are terror!
Conservative silenced
Liberal voice loud

Any other New Normals to report — leave in the comments.
My challenge to you!

Eugi's Weekly, Photo For the Week

A LIFETIME of WAITING … who needs it?

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Swirling – March 25, 2021

By Eugenia

Stop Swirling Around like a whirlpool

Is life going too fast for you!

Is it any wonder why good stories begin with “Once upon a Time.”

A tip of slowing time if you think it’s going too fast. Watch the clock while anxious for it to reach the top of the hour to start your action. Or stand in the kitchen, not moving, waiting for the water to boil, suddenly it begins to swirl, bubble while swirling into a fury.

Time is life, don’t waste it. Stop the wait stop the fury! Stop allowing your mind to spin and swirl with hopes and desires that may never come your way. Instead, either relax and pray for that peace of soul, accept what blessings you have. In other words, Stop waiting for it to happen either make it happen or move on. Before you know it, life will end, and so will your waiting.

My husband, who passed away eight years ago, would often say. ” If you can do something, do it, or if you can’t do anything about it, don’t worry.”

“Pray and don’t worry,” a motto of Padre Pio. He, through an act of God, Padre Pio being blessed with stigmata, thereby provoking both interest and controversy as most miracles are often questioned. I have adopted his motto, “Pray and don’t worry,” my rule of life because it works!

Politics

Two Danish Patients Suffer Brain Hemorrhages After Receiving AstroZeneca COVID-19 Vaccines

I hope this isn’t true, but I feel it is …
be careful out there!

Nwo Report

Source:Shane Trejo

Two patients in Denmark have developed brain hemorrhages after being stuck with COVID-19 vaccines produced by the pharmaceutical giant AstraZeneca.

These individuals were reportedly health care staff members and developed the brain hemorrhages within 14 days of receiving the vaccine. One woman has died and the other is critically ill.

Previously, the AstraZeneca vaccines had been blamed for its recipients developing blood clots. This has prompted certain countries in Europe to temporarily halt distribution of the vaccine.

Big League Politics has reported on how Italy, France and Germany have dropped the AstraZeneca COVID-19 vaccine because of complications, including deaths, that have happened after its distribution:

Three European nationsannounced on Mondaythat they are banning AstraZeneca’s COVID-19 vaccine in their countries, at least temporarily, due to deaths and other complications.

German health minister Jens Spahn announced the “precautionary suspension” as part of the nation’s “open and…

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SoCS

To Be or NOT … Stream of Consciousness

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with cal.” Use a word starting with the letters “cal” as THE prompt word. SoCS

Call me crazy because while thinking of my ancestors as I sometimes do. If so and so didn’t marry and begot so and so, or what if they choose someone different, would my parents be my parents, and would I be at all? Who would I be, I wonder!
Perhaps I would be but would it be me?

dVerse

This Being Human — Poetry inspired by dVerse

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human “ dVerse

This being human is to me.
Many are, all called few chosen.
With God’s saving grace, dream to find.

Be not presumptuous but hope.
That city with many mansions
Will there be, I hope, one for me?

This being human, yes, a chance.
That city above reaches high.
Brimming with love for you and I.

The only way, one way, He said!
Being human means lasting joy
He paid the price, and now it’s free.

Uncategorized

Meet The Friends Of The “Pandemic”

I found this to be an interesting read, perhaps you will too!

Mundabor's Blog

There is no denying that, however you put it, the Chinese Virus “emergency” is coming to an end.

I cannot avoid thinking that a segment of the population will feel really uncomfortable with this.

There will be those who, accustomed, for a year now, to have their thumb, or their pacifier, firmly stuck in their mouth, will feel more or less traumatised at having to come to grips with the notion that yes, they are adults and they are supposed to take care of themselves.

There will be the many who, having been born a Nanny (if female) or a Corporal (if man), and having greatly enjoyed their ability to go around scolding people for not wearing a mask, or not wearing it in the right place, will now suffer their loss of authority over other people.

There will be the lazy ones, like an awful lot of teachers. They…

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#WQWWC, dVerse

My Letter to God

My post today is combining two inspirations from our popular Marsha Always Write and dVerse introduction with Verse Epistle (poetic letter;} my letter can be read near the bottom of this post, you can’t miss!

Quotes on family 

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” -Helen Keller

with your family in the beautiful land of life!” -Albert Einstein

There are evil people today who want to destroy the family. We must not allow their narrative to rule. You know who and what they are!

Families are gifts from God, a mother, father, and if God blessed you with little ones, take care of their souls and bodies. Perhaps it was God’s blessings and His will that a loving couple adopts.

Four adopted grandchildren are a vital force within my family. I love them, and they, in turn, give love. I often wonder what life would be without them for all of us.  

From the Bible, we read in Mark chapter 10, verse 6:  

“But from the beginning of the creation, God made them male and female. For this cause a man shall leave his father and mother; and shall cleave to his wife. And they two shall be in one flesh. Therefore now they are not two, but one flesh.” 

Below I am inspired by dVerse suggestion to write a poetic letter; my attempt at the Verse Epistle

Letter to God,  
Dear Master, did I ever thank you for my family?
Whatever would I do without this gift from you?
It is true they keep me quite busily.

My mother would often say when children are young, they step on your toes; when older, they step on your heart. Isn't that what we all do to you? Did I ever say sorry? Thank you for another day, an opportunity to say just that.  How sorry I am for having offended you.  

Of all the gifts you have blessed me, is my family defined as LOVE, the greatest gift of all.  Thank you, I can't say that enough; I am so grateful.

Continue pouring down your grace on this world, never give up on us, PLEASE!
With returning love,
Just me again!   

My letter above in poetic form below

Mom's words I remember well
Wise in what she wanted to tell
Family steps on toes and hearts

I, too, like a child, offended you
Isn't that what we all do?
Thank you for another day

Did I ever say sorry dear Lord?
Today together in needful accord.
Sorry always for offending you

This greatest gift of Love you gave
Even when I misbehave
My family, my treasure all from you

One more thing before I end
Continue; your grace we depend
Never give up, trusting you !
Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Tick Tock Daylight Savings Time

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Eager — Hope Synonyms used are INTERESTED FOR EAGER – DREAM FOR HOPE

Poetic form is described below according to Colleen’s Cheat Sheet.

ABHANGA: “The completion” is a stanzaic form commonly used for devotional poetic composition, although it has also been used for cynicism, satire and reflective moods. It was popular from the 13th thru 17th centuries Marathi Region of India and is described as complex and classic.
The elements of the Abhanga are:
stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
syllabic, 6-6-6-4 syllables each
rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. 
Are you interested
When two is truly three
Sleeping I'd rather be
Losing means find

It happens while we dream
Swiftly early one day
Spirited far away
Time is kidnapped

You might not have noticed
That one hour lost; time shoved
Lost but saved because of
Daylight Savings
Alarm Clock Time GIF by Green Valley Community Church
Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Oh No! What have I gotten myself into!

Its all Colleens fault!

I wanted to try something different from me, not sure what I did here. Reading Colleen about her suggestion of either “found OR magnetic poetry” OR Golden Shovel but below is where I found the poems in a child’s poetry book. Also, a little about the authors and their works.
To get the syllables to work, I had to change the words here and there; anyway, thank you for your patience in reading this!

First line from poem by Jack Prelutsky
Bees
Every bee
that
ever was
was partly 
sting and partly ... buzz.
Second Line  poet Laura Richards
I dreamed I was a cave boy
And lived in a cave, 
A mammoth for my saddle horse,
A monkey for my slave.
And through the tree-fern forests.
A-riding I would go,
When I was once a cave boy, 
A million years ago. 
Third Line  poet Eugene Field
his poem The Sugar-Plum Tree
There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes, 
etc. etc In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.

Fifth Line —Someone came came knocking poet Walter DeLa Mare

poet Rebecca McCann
So out ran young Joe,
Acting foolish and wild,
And everyone watched him
But nobody smiled.  
Same unknown poet who composed poem titled
The Light-Hearted Fairy — Oh, who is so merry so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy? Heigh-ho, Heigh ho
He dances and sings 
to the sound of his wings
Poet William Allingham Poem titled the Fairies
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home
they live on crispy pancakes 
My line was taken from Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field
Sailed off in a wooden shoe

and finally, that last line was taken from The Merry-Go-Round by poet Myra Cohn Livingston
The merry-go-round
whirls round and round
in a giant circle on the ground. 
And the horses run 
an exciting race
while the wind blows music in your face 
Then the whole world spins
to a colored tune
but the ride is over much too soon

Ta Da! ♫ My CREATION

Every bee that ever was
 Lived a million years ago
 In the Garden of Shut-Eye
 Heigh-ho!
 Someone did appear knocking
 But only nobody smiled
 To the sound of fuzzy wings
 Heigh-ho!
 They lived on crispy pancakes
 Sailed off in a wooden shoe
 The ride was over too soon
 Heigh-ho
 Heigh-ho
dVerse

Too, too Tired! A Haibun with Haiku

Just to create conditions that something did happen a long time ago. A memory to awaken according to dVerse at … click here for more information, CLICK!

Going back in time is something expected as one age. This memory always comes to mind when I do this exercise, and I have often recalled it.
I could barely walk; therefore, I must have been about 24 months.
Knowing I couldn’t have been more than three. I remember walking outside with my mother and her lady-friend. I remember sitting down on the sidewalk and sitting there, sitting there.
My mother refused to pick me up; she kept coaching me to get up. After a few moments went by, but it seemed to me at that time a very long time. She started to walk ahead with her lady friend, leaving me to sit there.
Now that I am grown, I imagine she said something like this, “okay, just sit there, but I am going home.” The picture in my memory is; it seems as if she is far, far away; I am frightened — she left me!
I would not get up to run to her since she seemed an eternity away.
I can still see how tiny both she and her lady-friend were because they were so far away in my mind’s eyes.
In reality, they were only about 50 feet from me, and I know this because my mother would have never left me!

Stubborn baby girl
Take my hand — up little one
Too tired, mama dear!