Tag: Creative writing

Just Because

Sorry…the Devil made me write it!

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A Little SATIRE here!

The left says children rot in cages
blind to the fact that children also
are yanked out of their mother’s womb; body parts sold.
If their parts are valuable to persons enjoying life, why are these children not considered humans? Would you want a monkey’s kidney, heart, or liver in the body of your loved one?

I take that back, since these days many don’t know if their offspring are male or female, perhaps soon, hmm!  Did they give birth to a monkey or giraffe?  Or better a parrot, the left is good at parroting.

Await the next fad/madness, “racist” is on it last. The future birth certificate will
read: Check one: gender; known or unknown, species; human or robot, all to be determined through the influence of our public education.

Soon the “racist” fad will be formally finished just waiting for CNN to tell us.

ALERT, flash, breaking news NOW! The word RACIST lost all its guts; now we know everyone is a racist.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Just Do It!

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Creating the edge of summer — Creative writing!  Do It!

Edge the summer with pictures! Summer; for many their first, others they’re last. For most of us, it is another.
Summer comes then soon departs —
As the seamstress creates her gown adding fringe to her creation;
a keepsake for the years ahead.
Take a pen, paper and edge your summer with lace or shred, happiness with tears; lessons learned!  The seasons God’s gift to us, His time clock.

“Nevertheless, he left not himself without testimony, doing good from heaven, giving rains and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.” Acts of Apostles 14;16

Wordle

I Took the Sunday Whirl Challenge

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Wordle today is to use these words underlined in your writing challenge.  The words are:

SHOT, SHEETS, HELD, WAIT, FOUND, STATE, WAIT, COUNT, CELL, DEAL, BRING … to join click here:

 

It is written so says the Lord, “vengeance is mine.”

Have you heard of this guy called Jeffrey Epstein?
Held there in New York State, love for children was his crime.
Bored he was sitting in his cell, nothing but sheets he whined.
Count my money; bring me a deal, he loudly opined.
Found guiltless; Watch! I always get my way!  Wait, now, I’ll take that shot off wine.

It is written so says the Lord, “vengeance is mine.”

dVerse, poetry

“Where art thou” dVerse Poetry Forms

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dVerse means poetry forms and this is my first attempt at what they are calling Dizain poetry.  Try it!  I did and it was a challenge to be sure.

Rules can be found here

 

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This day leaves seemed contrived where art thou breeze?

Anchored tight clouds cling the sky blue setting 

Swiftly in a flicker of time, a wheeze

What! A storm approaching — quite upsetting

Another grim moment unforgetting

But, wait we see the brightness of the sun

Our God is teasing us, having some fun

Making sure we know that He is still there

Believe it or not, He won’t be outdone

World again still where art thou breeze — nowhere!

Ah! Another Challenge, Share your World

Questions with Answers … thoughts

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My SYW POST for Share Your World
The questions with answers

Why do we seem to respect the dead more than the living?
I believe it is because after a person has died, we see all that was good in them, whatever deeds in life negative, forgotten.
The goal for all; to save our immortal souls, there is a life beyond this life! We respect the dead because we have hope that they died in God’s grace and have achieved their goal.

Why is beauty associated with morality? Or not?
Having physical beauty is a grave temptation, and especially today, many are weak and fall for the superficial comments they hear from others. A beautiful woman attracts attention, and often it is attention from the wrong person. Mothers train your daughters to be humble, modest, and ladylike.

Have gadgets and apps taken away emotions?
I think the emotions wrought from gadgets are different; they are there but not as genuine as natural emotions.

Is there a perfect life? What’s your version of an ideal experience if you care to share? A perfect life is doing the Will of God for that is the only possibility that will bring you happiness and peace of mind. Many will say; what is the Will of God? Begin with knowing the Ten Commandments and pray daily for the grace of discernment. “Ask, and you shall receive.” Most importantly, when we experience the failures, disappointments we should unite them with the life of Christ, that always helps.
The perfect life is if we save our soul, there is only one tragedy in life, that is when we lose our soul. If you put popularity ahead of God’s Will you are heading in the wrong direction, most of the time the majority is on the wrong side. Human respect is an evil.

“Human respect is excessive regard for the opinions or esteem of other men. … Concern for the opinion of others may lead one to act against moral principles and thus to do evil in order to gain the esteem of others.”

I am grateful always when I look back at my life, (now aged 79) my digresses straying away from God, offending Him, my mortal sins, still He kept me from dying in my sins. I was led out of my Faith, into a conciliar form of religion. Ecumenical in nature, forgetting the First Commandment, everything I learned was put on the back burner.
I am grateful I finally found my home again, the Traditional Faith.

Thank you SYW for the opportunity to share!

Wordle

A Wordle 412 is waiting for you!

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WORDLE WORDS ARE:  Rain, Humility, Grow, Still, Listen, Seven, Plate, Sits, Stories, String, Change, Where —

 

Like a creeping plate shifting to and fro, seven days a week we listen to a string of how to change our way of thinking. The elite sits without humility and it is obvious their agenda grows and rains down on the uneducated.
Time is now; stop listening to their stories where they still plan to remove your freedom.

Daily Spur, true story

And, It Happened to Me, REALLY — True Story

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Not only is the word prompt “Special” from The Daily Spur   —  This post is also special.

Usually, it is not my thing to write about my personal life. Love reading about yours but mine is on the dull side. That was until a few days ago which results with the inspirational title of this blog.  Today is special since it really happened to me!

Washington State having been inundated with snow during the last few weeks; even declared an emergency. So picture this; living in a home with a steep, metal roof. Yes, you can see where I am going with this story, but continue reading where the angels come in. Whoever said angels don’t exist and protect us are wrong.

There is one part of my home that the snow falls first, falling own to the porch below the roof. Hearing it fall I gazed out my window, noticing how cute my birdfeeder looked with the snow piled up to the sky. Grabbing my boots, and camera I started to venture down the walkway, where I needed to go to capture the picture.

This has never happened to me before which is why this is a special post, but I heard in my pee brain a voice, loud and clear; “STOP! don’t take another step.” I stopped and looked up to see there above just a little corner of snow that didn’t come down yet; it was at the edge of the roof above the spot where I intended to walk for the best view of my birdfeeder. From my viewpoint not realizing the danger I took another step, just then I heard the creaking above, and I instinctively froze.

I was wrong it was not just a little bit of snow, behind it was such a force, it shot off my roof, over the porch above me and on to the sidewalk just in front of me where I was standing frozen in fear. It knocked me over face down into the snow drifts beside me; it felt as if a cannon ball hit my upper back and neck. However, because I did hesitate and stopped just before the avalanche, instead of standing in full line I was only standing at the end of the snow line.

I did manage to get up, retrieved my camera which flew in the snow drifts, retreated inside the house, pondered about the experience as to what could have been but wasn’t.

After a few moments, I climbed over the snow-covered walkway and took the coveted picture. Today I am reminded by the experience with a souvenir whiplash on my neck and of course, the birdfeeder picture is seen below.

BirdFeeder