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"Poetry NOOK"


Chapter 2
Wonders of Nature

By Bucketlist

How divine is our living world
Free extraordinary sensory delights
God's artists share the natural wealth
For those who cannot go themselves
Nature offers a plethora of delight
In land, sea, sky and celestial scenes

Nature mirrors our living ways
If we don't care for it, it will wither
All living things need water food and air
There is an perpetual cycle and exchange
Night for day, oxygen for carbon dioxide
Sickness for health, sun for the moon

I wonder at the marvel of nature
But some people have to live vicariously
Enter the artists, the photographers
The potters, painters, writers, actors
Which all share and depict nature's gifts
Supplied for us to enjoy the physical world

Microscopic life which helps or hinders
Ocean life which feeds us, yet vast
And yet to be fully explored
Lush forests which become homes
Brightly colored birds which sing
The sky, it's celestial moon, and stars

Part of God's nature's wonders are
Supplies for all we need
If only we respect it, don't spoil
The balance at every turn
The world of supply and beauty
Will last longer for us all

Author Notes Image per Michael Cayhill for fabulous free writers club
(Thank you Michael)


Chapter 4
Shining Light

By Bucketlist

Silver globe rises
To cast her hue
Once in a while
She"ll look blue
Rules the tides
In daytime too
As she hides
celestial orb in
half world's view
Rotation changes
For me and you

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 6
Blood moon

By Bucketlist

Full spherical moon
Appears suspended in space
Has donned a red mask
Emanates fiery red streaks
Twice a year phenomenon

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 7
Sunset

By Bucketlist

Sunset is
A time to reflect on His love
Give thanks for another day

Sunset is
God's changing art picture
To rest until sunrise

Sunset is
Time to relax and unwind
Ready for a night of peaceful sleep

Sunset is
A lowering of His daylight
In exchange with His nightlight

Author Notes Pinterest image


Chapter 9
Reflections

By Bucketlist

Scenic
Mirror image
Shimmering water yields
Distorted glowing sphere view
Earth's moon


Moonlight
Cherry blossoms
Nature's spring offering
A nighttime view of great beauty
Our world


Chapter 10
Freedom

By Bucketlist

Here I have freedom
Of land and sea
Just as my emotions
Float like the clouds
My energy is strong
My spirit is full
I run in the surf
Then walk in the sand
The surf ebbs and flows
Like my energies change
The speed I move
Is my drive to achieve
A foaming surf
Mimics my glee
Untethered
To just be me

Author Notes Summer Waves was the given subject image by catmal


Chapter 10
Evening Sky

By Bucketlist

The rainbow colors
Across the sky's true canvas
paint beautiful scenes
Transform the sunset's timing
Into changing abstract art

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 13
Web

By Bucketlist

Love's as delicate
as a web spun caringly
Fun is the glue bond

Tears shed are dew drops
Glistening in the sunlight
Clinging to each thread

When emotions churl
Or brew a mighty big storm
A heart may be torn

Love is the center
Of all that will come
Open your heart space.

Author Notes Member. P


Chapter 15
Which?

By Bucketlist

Which of these people
does a lover need to be
I say it's all three

Your partner's your choice
Live with, lover, meant to be
Perfect means all three

Author Notes Good luck with that!
Pinterest


Chapter 15
Love

By Bucketlist

Love's altruistic
Tender caring selfless too
A strong bond mating
Between two hearts in a whirl
Giving and taking their love


Chapter 15
Sensory Love

By Bucketlist

I love to
smell your chosen scent
taste your favorite wine
touch your warm smiling face
see you in my dreams and fantasies
hear our intimate whispers in my ear

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 15
The Love Tree

By Bucketlist

The love tree stands alone
Its looking at the view
Like a lonely person
Who's life is dying too

They both show a lot of heart
But no one visits them
Inside they begin to shrivel
From a lack of caring love

Who knows why it grew there
High on that windswept hill
Or why the unanswered pain
Of the human just lingers on

We are all still creations
Living in Nature's way
We all need and deserve
Attention and love each day


Chapter 15
The Emotion of Love

By Bucketlist

It smells like the fragrance of a florist's shop

It looks like a child hugging a favorite stuffed animal

It tastes like silky smooth velvety chocolate

It feels like vibrations from beautiful music

It sounds like whispering breezes of intimacy

Author Notes A second attempt at emotion poetry


Chapter 15
Happy Valentines Day

By Bucketlist

I WISH I BAKED COOKIES
BUT THAT I CANNOT DO
IF I DID I'D SEND TO ALL OF YOU
THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW ME
AND THOSE WHO STILL DO
THESE VIRTUAL COOKIES
ARE FULL OF LOVE ~ IT'S TRUE!

Author Notes FROM TRISHA
Recipe is available on her site


Chapter 15
My Feelings

By Bucketlist

You are my mental soulmate
A treasure found and now
Through this difficulty
In the rough seas of time
Your ship will hold steady
Until the storm abates
I will be on the beach
With friendship strong

When I heard your news
I wanted to hug you
And tell you how much
Your platonic love means
The whole world to me
Your compassion and caring
wash over me strongly
Like waves of an ocean
You, like the moon and stars
Light my darkness with joy
Through nights and into days
The sunlight of your devotion
Warms my lonely heart
The echo of your voice
Resounds to help me
Your reassuring touch
Calms many an onslaught
Of emotional hurts

Now is the time my friend
For me to wish you well
As you journey through
A laborynth of questions
A plethora of decisions
You have my prayers
My love and thanks
My heartfelt hugs
Until we connect again
My friend, my world

Author Notes My friend is battling a very serious illness.


Chapter 16
Love and Animals

By Bucketlist

This teen he just wants to read
The cat just wants to fill a need

He ignores her high and low
Cat's expressing I love you so

He just waits for the cat to stop
Cat stays attentive the sofa atop

How long it lasts we have to guess
Teen patiently waits, shows no stress


Author Notes It took me many tries to resize this video!


Chapter 18
The Kitten and the Fly

By Bucketlist

This young kitten took a nap one day
Then he woke up wanting to play
On his back he had slept and now
He had to get on all fours somehow

He tried and tried with no luck at all
Until he saw a fly drop off the wall
And land on the floor upside down
The kitten watched it act like a clown

The fly had all his legs up in the air
The kitten's face had an intense stare
As the fly flipped and flopped around
Turned his body so his legs were down

"Ah Ha! I see how it's done" kitten said
"Now I can get off this sofa bed"
He flipped right over onto his paws
Then quickly ran to play outdoors

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 18
Fast Food

By Bucketlist

Mr. Raccoon eats too fast
This meal may be his last

Knows the owners are away
They could return on any day

Find there had been a raid
His grape fest would be paid

As a brand new 'coon skin hat
He hurried so it was not that

He'd have no chance to get away
Thar would be his 'sour grapes' day!

Author Notes Had trouble with the video stopping .


Chapter 18
Call of the Wild

By Bucketlist

This young buck has a lot to boast
Every female will raise her head in toast

His rack is huge, the females he'll woo
All the short mating season through

But when the valentine is broken
He'll remember it as a nature's token

A phenomenon not very often seen
A heart shaped rack how easy it's been

A temporary valentine a card for all
Did make it easier for his romance call

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 18
Wrong

By Bucketlist

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.

Black Cat's walking is not done
Ginger's sleeping, energy's gone
Squirrel runs over the sleeping one
Who wakes up in a hazy like stun
Thinks Black Cat did it just for fun
Then angry Ginger hits wrong one

Author Notes Gif


Chapter 18
Gym Time

By Bucketlist

Ok folks. Let's all do
As we're s'posed to

Go On a whim.
To make us trim

That Red Panda
Hanging 'arounder'

He's on the rings
Doing his things

He's very strong
Can we last long

I could not bear
To hang in air

I could say go
But this I know

Once on the floor
I don't want more

Nah, just stay home
Talk on the phone

Author Notes Doctor Zeusâ??s type rhyme, video through GIF


Chapter 18
Lickety Lick

By Bucketlist

"Cats are supposed to wash behind their ears. I never see you do that, so I have to do it for you, I wuff you."

Author Notes Pinterest image


Chapter 18
Love

By Bucketlist

Bonding between Swans
A gracefully floating pair
Also exists while
The human dating process
Is shown as love and caring

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 18
Lenticular Clouds

By Bucketlist

geometric shape
nature's high altitude art
fluffy white layers

Author Notes over mountain top of Mount Ranier Washington state. National Geographic, pinterest image.
Lenticular clouds are stationary clouds that form in the troposphere, typically in perpendicular alignment to the wind direction. They are often comparable in appearance to a lens or saucer. Wikipedia
Indicates precipitation: Light rain or snow.


Chapter 18
Playtime Personification

By Bucketlist

He sings

"DIZZY
I'm so dizzy
My head is spinning
Like a whirlpool It never ends
It's you girl making me dizzy"

She replies

"I want you for my pet
But you keep playing hard to get
Going in circles all the time"

Author Notes Wow! Almost 50 years, does anyone else remember that song? Do you see the other poor otter @ R side of video getting hit by the ring?


Chapter 18
Puppy Love

By Bucketlist

If this little guy doesn't warm your heart
Or give your day a wonderful start
If time does not allow you to stop and feel
The emotional experience is no big deal
You gotta be kidding me!

Author Notes Whoâ??s child I do not know, found on Pinterest


Chapter 18
Get Out of My Way!

By Bucketlist

Cat says

"Every time I am cozy

Sleeping like a log

Someone says "treat time"

I get trampled by the dog

Author Notes .pinterestz


Chapter 18
Got Milk?

By Bucketlist

Gray was drinking his milk alone
Alone until the other cat Tiger took
Took without mewing "May I share ?"
"Share that milk with me then!"
Then a pull push fight ensued
Ensued because Tiger was rude
Rude as he kept pulling the dish
Dish of milk which was for Gray
Gray pulled the dish right back
Back so that Tiger must care
Care about asking Gray to share.

Author Notes A passive agressive pair!


Chapter 18
A Fishy Tail

By Bucketlist

This black cat is trying to catch
Whatever it is makes a fair match
"Jumping Catfish" is what they say
Iv'e never seen a Catfish look this way!!

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 18
Paw Fight

By Bucketlist

Gray cat was washing 'self on a whim
When black cat came, jumped on him

Then a nasty fight of paws did ensue
Neither of the cats the match did rue

After that each cat then walked away
To remain as friends for another day

Author Notes Cats will be cats !


Chapter 18
Fun in the Snow

By Bucketlist

This dog appreciates snow and knows how to have fun


enjoying
sliding
running
panting

Buff is enjoying sliding downhill
Then running panting back up at will

Author Notes Gif video


Chapter 18
Hey!!!

By Bucketlist

There once was a dog named Frank
Who wanted to play a prank
So he picked on the cat who we know
Pushed her face down in the snow
And ran off at the speed of a tank

Author Notes Gif


Chapter 18
Scaredy Cat

By Bucketlist

"Wait ! We just wanted to talk, you big scaredy cat!"


Chapter 18
Sunrise

By Bucketlist

Sunrise is
God's wake up call
Gentle quiet and natural

Sunrise is
Awareness of being
God's wonderful creation

Sunrise is
Time to feel the solitude
Of oneness with Him

Sunrise is
Creativity time
Without all the stressors

Sunrise is
A plan to have your best day
With love in your heart

Author Notes Giphy


Chapter 19
Jewelry Box

By Bucketlist

I open my eyes and see
Some of God's jewelry
Like the sun's beams of gold
Celestial wealth to behold

Sunshine is precious wealth
Existance relies on its stealth
Our warmth and nature's fuel
Souls' supply of life renewal

A jewel~like scene from above
Of His ever caressing love
Whenever it greets the ocean
Kisses with gold stars in motion

Celestial stars of Champagne
Celebrate my morning again
With sparkling gems of wealth
God's jewelry box of health

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 20
Thoughts

By Bucketlist

Thoughts are invisible of course
Until they become behavior
They can lead to healthy discourse
All those we need to savour
Or sex with a friend's mate remorse
New meaning to 'love thy neighbor'
The choice brings no recourse

It depends on your point of view
As to what happens to you next
Thoughts can lead to a life anew
But negative ones tranquility test
The childhood innocence you knew
Suffering and painful days at best
health issues which may be due

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 22
Different Directions

By Bucketlist

The
Portal
To Heaven
Is always there
Open and ready
A lovely place for you
In His spiritual home
You can live on without a care
Apply for your future place to live
His retirement home never yields a fear
If You gave disrespect without much care
Down from the entrance you see up there
The den of mistreatment's your fate
Lists will tell how mean you've been
Service starts with your sins
Abuse given free
Furnace runs high
To Hell's place
Portal
The

Author Notes Ekphractic


Chapter 22
Compassion

By Bucketlist

When my Parkinson's acts up
And people stare at me
Talk only to my helper
Cut conversation to two from three
I say, "Hi, my legs may not work
But I still have a brain you see"
For anyone's chronic illness
Book covers only are we
Don't judge us on that alone
We still have some ability.
So exchange mental places with us
Experience how illness can be
Isolating, negative, and insultive
From others who are illness free

Author Notes Pinterest image
Oops! Wrong entry - not pix this challenge


Chapter 23
Playtime

By Bucketlist

Little tykes are teachers
Even after all we know
They bring life's best to us
As they continue to grow.

Innocence is awesome
In every thing they do
Carefree in their thinking
Happier than me or you

Days mean playtime
For us it means work
Imagination brings them
Fairies or Captain Kirk

Their shining little faces
Full of smiles and glee
Spirits high on wonder
Nature's offers to see

If you see a little child
Before its bubble bursts
Compare it to another
Whose life is full of hurts

You'll see before abuse
How they're meant to be
Children try to teach us
That spirit should be free

For all the counseling
Grown ups now need
To function every day
Don't pay, only just heed

A child's way of living
You'll see the right way
Loving and forgiving
Wanting friends to stay

We think we teach them
That's further from the truth
We distort their living mode
They demonstrate the proof

Children only develop
At a certain given pace
Not meant to live faster
Than God's given grace

The adult stressful life
Is not so good for them
Learn from where they are
And you'll be happier then

Author Notes Image supplied


Chapter 24
Grateful

By Bucketlist

Author Note:Thank you Teri

Warmed by the sun
Carried on a breeze
To parts of God's world
My ego it would tease

So with hesitation
Decided to join a club
Started by our Teri 7
Joy rose up in my blood

I sing in gratitude
For God I have found
Hidden in my heart
Turning me around

So if you are missing
Something in your life
Get reconnected so
He can help your strife

Time together lacking
I finally understood
I hadn't taken the time
Even when I could.

Now you will hear
My praises Lord
Who's cared for me
Without discord

Author Notes Image Pinterest


Chapter 24
Just Ask, Part One

By Bucketlist

'Hi, can I come and talk?'

'Of course! You haven't visited for ages.'

'Well, uh, I've been very busy, but I think about you often.'

'I know, it's priorities.'

'I'm sorry, part of my goals involve writing about you more.'

'Me! Why?'

'Well, I joined a club on Fan Story site. I was searching for something, despite the great
people I 'met' there, and your name came up quite often. You seem to be famous for your truthful
answers.'

'That's gratifying!'

''Yes, so I wanted to get your advice.'

'So, it's not 'out of sight, out of mind!

'Oh no, look at the time! Sorry, I forgot my dental appointment! Can we make it next week?'

'Ok, whenever you have time, feel free'

'I'll contact you'

Author Notes If you did not â??getâ?? the conversation in part one, it will be clearer in part two.


Chapter 24
Nightmares

By Bucketlist

Nightmare nightmare calm sleep taker
Taunts me with scary things
Monsters chase me as I try to flee
Miss the train my suitcase breaks open
All the people stare and laugh
A giraffe comes and picks me up
Delivers me to my teaching job
Eighteen students all out of control
I don't have lesson plans ready
Don't know what to do
Then I'm back in my childhood days
Anxious to please anyone I know
I miss the bus while I'm procrastinating
I feel something cool on my sweating brow
The fever now broken I was asleep with
Nightmare nightmare calm sleep taker

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 25
Strong Women

By Bucketlist

Strong
Women
Are created
Not born that way
Since biblical women
Belief in God's help and spirit
Have led us through difficult times
Emotional strength has pushed away blocks
To enable us to become pioneers in every part of life
Emotionally, we stand together as one inspired feminine surge
We are the pinniacle of support for others who are in need of caring
We have braved the tidal surge of resistant male dominance, to date
They are hunters for food, we are nurturers on whom health thrives
Dependent women are the followers, not the risk takers
They are jealous, insecure, and do not support us
Individually, less strong women try to find fault
They resent determination and try to sabotage
Progress, achievement, or promotion
They are the disbelievers of faith
Who give up or give in
To every situation
That requires
Strength






Author Notes A poem written fora friend
Pinterest image


Chapter 25
A Party to Die For

By Bucketlist

“Please come! This party promises to be
‘’a killer of a party’’
The decor will leave you breathless”

 

Author Notes Pinterest


Chapter 25
Feed Me!

By Bucketlist

Imagination
Is a voracious eater
So feed it often

Author Notes Thanks to Pinterest


Chapter 26
Strangers

By Bucketlist

Before sunrise they all came
The mexican clad figures in my dream
As if they were going to play a game
Before sunrise they all came
I woke up startled with some disdain
Gone were the snow covered trees I'd seen
Before sunrise they all came
The mexican clad figures in my dream


Chapter 27
Poetry

By Bucketlist

I'm just a simple poet
Who didn't even know it

Until one day in college
With little or no knowledge

Then I was forced
to take a course

creative writing 101
My journey had begun

Nothing more written
Until I was smitten

Thity five years passed
I'm here at last

Still rhyming away,
Day after day

Finding my styles
Getting some smiles

At the age of sixty eight
I now participate

Still stuck in rhyme
To end my time

I want to meet my maker
as a giver, not a taker









Author Notes Thank you Cleo 85 for your picture and it's use


Chapter 28
Book of Psalms # 23

By Bucketlist

This is a combination of two
Elementary questions for us all
What has God done for me
Which is my favorite scripture
Two answers are combined
GOD
You gave us your only son
LORD
You are always there for me
When I wondered from the flock
You still were there guiding me
Every day in psalm 23 way
To regain my spirituality

Author Notes I was raised in the (Protestant) Church of England faith. I loved this psalm from the start of my Sunday School days


Chapter 28
Guess Whoo

By Bucketlist

This guy who writes on here
A kind man it would appear

Whose name fascinates me
Shows his humor's self reality

He 'sounds' like a super man
Caring, supports when he can

Not a Don Juan nor a clown
Lives in a place "Tinsel Town"

A hive of music and technology
Where he writes his poetry

He always will be a gentleman
In the perception of this big fan

Seems like we've built rapport
Posts and reviews are a door

To the virtual friendship way
He's regal and is turning gray

He thinks dogs are just swell
What breed he has I can't tell

He has had a scary challenge
Day to day he fights to manage

Still writes great spiritual posts
I encourage him to have hopes

A man dubbed Sir in advance
as you're already known as ________


Chapter 29
Dreams

By Bucketlist

Dreams
Are just
Links between
Hopes and desires
Of everyday life

Author Notes Pinterest image


Chapter 29
Heartfelt Life

By Bucketlist

Life is a series of dreams and nightmares.
Reality brings choice for which we pay
Some people have problems, others no cares
Time divides this life into night and day

'Now' then becomes only a memory
Want and need are subjective ideas
Depending on contentment history
'Cannot have' often brings frustration tears

Freedom is self worth in light of no mate
are 'precursors" to behavior shown
Of all live things, only humans self-hate
Fears of life 'so just exist' start at home

We're given only the present of 'now'
It's wise to make good use of it somehow
'
















Author Notes My very first attempt at writing a sonnet, any constructive critiscism welcome!


Chapter 30
Hip Hip, Dismay

By Bucketlist

"Don't move", the voice said, "The ambulance will be here soon." My hip was broken by someone's thoughtless action of putting a towel on the ballerina bar in the gym. The towel was directly behind me, and as I moved backwards to make space for a lady, my hand slipped on the towel and off the bar. The head of my femur was snapped off as I hit the floor.

10 seconds, and 4 years of huge challenges, instantly changed my life. Parkinson's Disease was already a lodger, but I was doing fine keeping active.

After the initial surgery, I was sent to rehab.... only to have my femur bone cracked by two therapists who did not follow the 90% rule (not to bend my hip more than 90%). They were pulling me off a chair which was too low.

Back to surgery ....

My hip was resectioned with a rod, screws, and wires. Then, it was off to rehab again.....only to have an infection begin.

Back to surgery.....

This time it was a lavage (cleansing inside the wound).

I finally left the hospital after 6 weeks. Intense physical therapy, and nursing care at home, brought some progress. All was progressing until April of 2016. A mysterious boil appeared on the site of the incision. An angry looking red patch surrounded it. The surgeon's Physicians Assistant told me "Oh, don't worry, it's nothing much, it happens."

Well, two years of recurrent infections finally brought me racing against time to live. Apparently, I have an MRSA infection which survives inside me actually ON the prosthesis. I've been in wound care continually.

Now, the reason for my story. I have done research (a lot) and found out that there's a reason why antibiotics no longer work against the bacteria . Oh yes, the bacteria have mutated over time to resist being killed by antibiotics ( hence the name Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Auroreous), or our immune systems.

Then, I found out the bacteria make a slimy protective coating so the antibiotic cannot penetrate to kill it. That coating is very smart against attack, allowing colonies to form and communicate. with each other. The doctors did not tell me that the Biofilm (the slime) was the reason why. Now I've been given the information I have to choose between the risks of surgery to have the hardware removed, or dying from sepsis as the bacteria overwhelm me, and I die. There are no guarantees that I'd be infection free, or able to walk again.

I'd advise anyone to read about biofilms ahead of time, before any problem infection may happen.

Biofilms are a part of normal physiology, but when bad bacteria invade through openings in skin etc, the biofilm causes long term non healing wounds, and multiple infections.

Author Notes I AM BLESSED, BUT I AM URGENTLY RESEARCHING ANYTHING THAT HAS ANY EFFECT in ADDITION TO ALLOPATHIC MEDICINE.
Thanks for reading


Chapter 30
Storm Memories

By Bucketlist

While reminiscing one day I drifted back to 1979 in England. My husband was in the Air Force, and had an assignment to Mildenhall for 5 years. We neared the end of his overseas tour. He got orders to go back to the US for retraining and reassignment. I had been working at the Officers' Club as a waitress. After he left, I continued working while my mother looked after our sons. On this particular evening, I went to work as usual.

It was snowing lightly. After the shift, it was still snowing. This was infrequent in England, and usually short lived. Some friends gave me a lift toward the village where we lived. But as we drove part way, problems arose. The only road to the village was blocked by snow drifts. I said I would walk home, as the others lived in the opposite direction. Home for me was 3 miles around a curved perimeter road and I was about to have a shock.

The storm had sent snow blowing across the open area flight line. That caused deeper snow across the road. This generated more fear than I had known. The now howling wind blew snow in erratic piles two to three feet deep.The freezing wind chill was colder than I'd ever experienced in my life. I had only dressed for the shift. I was wearing shoes, a thin jacket, short skirt, and short sleeve top.
I was already cold. Now my heart was pounding, as I struggled to take steps. I was headed into the freezing wind, while snow distorted my vision. It was then 11pm at night. I was tired and becoming weak from the resistant drifts. I had no cell phone, and the blackness held only a distant house light far away. Thoughts of my family loomed, and falling was my fear. That fear further decreased my efforts. There was no turning back. My feet, legs and face were becoming numb from the icy blasts of wind. I was breathing heavily, my chest burned and I began to stagger.

Somehow I knew I had to get help, but there was darkness except for that faint light. Faith and determination allowed me to get as far as the distant house. I staggered to the door, and knocked. Now, warnings about strangers suddenly added to my fear. Who would answer the door this night?
By God's grace, a kind face appeared, and seeing my blue tinged skin,the elderly lady invited me in. "I only need to use your phone" I told the little old lady. With one look, she took me inside. She not only let me use her phone to call my frantic mother, but also insisted I drink warm soup. She was my angel that night. Without her help, I probably would have got hypothermia, and died.

After, I walked the rest of the miles still shaking. The 2 mile curve was now straight road and the snow was slower. I got home about 1 o'clock in the morning. My mother was shocked at my now purple skin. It took me over an hour to stop shaking. Thank God I was now safe.

The memory of that snow storm plagued me. Back in the States, every time snow was forecast, my flight or fight system would bring back the traumatic memory, and I shook. It took years to ease my winter weather fears.The irony was that my husband got sent to Michigan's Upper Peninsular where the snow dumps drifts higher than cars. I had to reprogram my approach. I was traumatized every time we were driving the twenty miles to town, in case the car got stuck.

I still am thankful to God and my guardian angel for being alive today. I still love snow as long as it's
in a picture!


Chapter 30
Fan Story a Literary Haven

By Bucketlist

If you're seeking a therapeutic hobby, the thrill of the slot machines, brain exercise, and healthier addiction, then FS is the place for you. FS offers all those and more.

Briefly, my story is that I came for a day, and stayed for 2 years. I had prior writing experiences enforced by a nutty professor. A friend suggested I share them.

This is a place you can pass as much, or as little time sharing with other writers through reviewing, and penning.

It's like one unending family of relatives you've never met. A number will become your favorites. FS is a multi-aged family with the usual array of personalities.

One of the nicest and less expensive therapies available, is expression.There is a plethora of styles. Nothing is forbidden, except being insensitive with others on account of choice of expression. If you don't have anything good to say- don't say anything! This site has allowed my free expression, my purging, subject choice, humor, sadness, and joy. The fact that we have pseudonyms allows us a chance to hide behind our literary masks and provides mystique.

The thrill of the gambling aspect comes with promoting our literary talents (of COURSE they're brilliant) it starts with paying the machine, quickly followed by the invitation to buy more steps up the audience ladder to gain reading exposure. Strange thing is, initially we get a big boost, but just like the one arm bandits, the increments get smaller and smaller to get to payout. Darn! The machine won again.....The addiction grows, until we can all feed the machine too much for the recognition.
Maybe the bank doesn't think we notice, but.......
My suggestion would be to give 3 free promotions with the Treasure Chest , or 2 for the Pot of Gold in addition to the 2 complimentary first posting. I would be more inclined to pay for certificates.

If you've ever competed with popular athletes who win most races, you know what you're up against in both popularity and prowess. The best get met by a large crowd. The less known or popular get greeted by "Oh, hello son!" Or daughter,.

Of course, if you just write for your own pleasure and stop to smell the roses, then recognition comes later. I must admit I have had a pretty good reviewer base. Yes, even virtual friendships can be a bonus.

As for brain excercise, writing is wonderful. There are many of us young oldies who want to keep as many abilities as we can. FS provides the gym of contest challenges. The only caveat is the price. The entry fee is usually the same, whether it is for a 750 word or a 3 line contest. Of course I realize that it's a gym business. As funny as it seems, the brain is a muscle! I've been flexing my mental muscle all this time, every day~Carpe Diem!!!!

FS iS an equal age opportunity site, and social intercourse happens frequently between posts and reviews from people. I have connections to younger writers and older ones too, There is the addiction of writing at all hours. Once posted, the addiction is further fed by the compulsion to frequently check the review light. The good reviews are the payoff, the others a learning opportunity.

One situation has me a little saddened. There are several clubs now with diverse interests. Sometimes, it feels like people have split away from more generic writing. In these, there's a reduction in general penning to follow specific subjects. Next, comes a loss of general reviewing in favor of the club topics. Or did I just image that?

Despite my little quirks and picky picks, FS is a positive addiction.

Author Notes Pinterest image


Chapter 30
Fairy Fun

By Bucketlist

Imagination's good 'tis said
I see fairies inside my head
Riding on strong unicorn steeds
Their delicate wings for needs to go fly instead

The grotto where my dream abides
Is my place for fantasy rides
I've wings of hues, long hair of red
Blue thread of a stream, tinkling song, stress then subsides

I see myself as fairy queen
In the grotto always so green
The leader of butterfly groups
My fragile form guarded by troops saving the scene

Whenever I can daydream, I do
Visit the place where you can too
Just close your eyes so you can be
Where the scenario you see you'll know is true

Author Notes Florette
The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of TWO or MORE 4-line stanzas.

Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a
Meter: 8,8,8,12
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.

Like the outgrowing of a small flower, the fourth line of each stanza is longer, and enwraps the previous lines.

Line #4 requires an INTERNAL RHYME scheme that RHYMES the 8th syllable with the END of LINE #3, and continues to add on four more syllables than the other lines so that the FOURTH LINE END RHYMES with LINES #1 AND #2.
*****
â??Line 1 a 8 syls

2-----a 8

3-----b 8

4-----aâ?? 12 internal rhyme on 8th syllable with end of line 3
this line ends with a rhyme for line 1 & 2

TWO OR MORE STANZAS REQUIRED--MAYBE MORE IF DESIRED


Chapter 30
Raised with Love

By Bucketlist

This
Panda is
One of the lucky ones
To survive with some specialized help
Cute
Baby
Will grow up to be strong and healthy
Many are helped this way
Without mom
There


Author Notes A Pinterest posted story


Chapter 31
God Helps

By Bucketlist

God is wonderful in many ways
We know we can depend on Him
He Is there unseen, yet still surveys
And knows when life's troubles appear
He guides us through life's big maze
We ask Him to help in troubled times
Of course He deserves frequent praise
As He guides us from errant choice
And leads us to follow good pathways

Author Notes Pinterest
This also qualifies for the challenge Shout Outs To The Lord club


Chapter 32
Easter Thoughts

By Bucketlist

"Jesus will rise again on Easter Day"
As a child I heard the victor say

"He, the Lamb of God died for us
killed by murderers, it's our loss"

To this day I have a mental picture
To honor Him and his scripture

A tender loving shepherd of sheep
Died in a way for believers to weep

Although in my life's journey I stray
I always remember Easter this way
~~~ ~~~~eee
Now Easter is of a different kind
To some a religious eye is blind

The bunny's all about what to get
Eggs, new clothes,or even a pet

Easter egg hunts, prizes galore
Make children clamor for more

Easter means many things new
Including God's creations for you

Gifts are fine, as long as He's first
For praise when into song we burst


Author Notes Pinterest image,


Chapter 32
Reflections

By Bucketlist

Tranquility a time for intraspection
Self truth can be imagination,
But real truth is mirrored in reflection
From one's outside manifestation.
People judge on instant perception.
Tend to mirror our misconception
In order to get self actualization
We have to consider realization
From mirroring not in condemnation
Then comes peace from idolization.

Author Notes Thanks for trying to decipher this one!


Chapter 32
A Life Compared

By Bucketlist

Far from the city are calming lands of green
There the shepherd lives in his quiet dreams
Just he and the sheep share a life meant to be
His family share a house away from humanity
He has the song of the birds as they fly above
The scenery extends for miles - a picture to love
He holds the flock safe from any marauders
His sheep dog guides them with certain orders
His boss is in his heart, remembered each day
For the great gift of love ~ a heavenly display
~~~~~~~~~~
Life in the city is noisy and so very diverse
Muggers can often be after your purse
The fields are long gone, the view restricted
The streets overcrowded, morale not uplifted
Stress of a boss, who's driven to earn money
Long hours commuting, which aren't very funny
Surreal vistas truncated by buildings, not trees
The comparison to rural life brings me 'dis-ease'
The CEO in business puts pressure to perform
Or else jobs will be lost, leaving people forlorn

Author Notes Pastoral poetry in brief
Characteristics

Pastoral poetry is a very ancient genre of poetry.
It deals with the loves and lives of shepherds and shepherdesses, and other such country folk. They live far from towns, and spend their lives singing, sometimes mourning the loss of a sheep or a fellow shepherd or a love affair that has gone wrong.
The countryside is idealized, since writers of the genre are usually city people.
It is simple and the poetic expression uses a set of conventions that has varied little over the centuries.
Sometimes, it is used symbolically. Often the shepherd is a poet; his songs become his poetry.
A typical theme is the corruption of city life, and, through this theme, political statements are sometimes made.


Chapter 33
Sharing Love

By Bucketlist

Author Note:For Vance

Love is something we can feel with our soul
A sensory message from skin to brain
It's a feeling which makes our being whole
Without it, soul's sadness is a refrain
With it, our eyes start to sparkle again
When losing that link, Alzheimer grows worse
Then there's a rejection cause of our pain
Alzheimer Disease - a horrible curse
Loving is vital, we should use its role
With hugs, soul and spirit renew control

Author Notes Image from Pinterest


Chapter 34
Easter Bonnet

By Bucketlist

 

The Easter parade has events
 Competition is so intense

To find and wear the best bonnet

The prettiest which can be found
Decorations  which will astound

A good subject for a sonnet

This is my favorite design

I think it's perfectly divine

With multiple blooms upon it

Author Notes Pinterest image

Nove Otto style
TOPIC--author's choice

~~~RULES~~~

A nine (9) line poem,
Syllabic (tetrameter), 8 syllables per line
Rhyme Scheme: aabccbddb


Chapter 34
Web of deceit

By Bucketlist

Webs
start from
Jealousy
Clandestine lives
A lack of conscience
Consequence avoidance
To gain something coveted
A disrespect of someone's trust
To outdo others for promotion
To sabotage others' reputations

Author Notes

Thanks willie for the web photograph use

In God's eyes, lies and deceits are wrong. One leads to another, to another.........


Chapter 34
Eat Live or Eaten Alive

By Bucketlist

Microscopically
There's a growing enemy

Help yourself to stay alive
Your body to fight and thrive

Provide what your allies crave
They nourish your life to save

Kill a growing enemy true
That's staying alive from you

Author Notes Cancer must be treated by qualified doctors, but you can help yourself too.I am a survivor, and this is my opinion, not medical advice.
These are good for health benefits irregardless.


Chapter 35
The Castle

By Bucketlist

In a far away land out in the galaxy, there lived a very sad, fair maiden. She had been romanced by a charming stranger, and had willingly settled in his planet.

At first, she was happy. Then, after a short while, strange moods, and attitudes, emerged in him. There was also a struggle for power, as each person had different values and amores. His mood would change from charming to abusive at little provocation. The maiden dared to differ in opinion. Struggles became more frequent, as his world's memories clashed with hers. Mars observed while Venus shuddered.

Increasingly, she searched to find ways to appease him. Yet once triggered, he would play the Blame Game, with his game piece 'puppet master' against her 'doormat'. It was a long game like Chess, where the need was to strategize and anticipate, lest a piece was lost. Slowly their game plans were consuming the days, and stealing peaceful sleep. She lived two lives, one functional, the other fantasy, where she saw hopes and dreams alive.

Her tears fell softly onto Earth below, slowly eroding the person she was. There, sweetly perfumed flowers embraced her thoughts, the birds sang beautiful songs from her heart and waterfalls flowed as a sign of her giving soul. She was losing strength from sadness. Her heart was hardening and fracturing under the strain.

On the alien planet, she continued to function until one day, after extra heartache, she got a serious illness. She lay in bed fighting for energy. She was just existing, her spirit was waning. Each night, soft moonlight shone through her window. After a few nights, she saw a huge bird flying toward her room. Help had arrived in the form of a knight who traveled the galaxy. He happened to hear her cries to the moon to send strength.

He picked her up, carried her on his white seagull called Love.They travelled past stars, into whispering winds, puffy clouds, through the 'tunnel of darkness,' back to his castle called 'Restore'.
That was a place where she could heal and revert to the person she had been.

He encouraged the strength and resolve she had to survive, and through his gift of laughter, kindness, understanding, and validation, her strength returned. He stayed with her in the castle, until she continued to flourish, bloom, and gain strength .

Author Notes Internet image


Chapter 35
Hurdles

By Bucketlist

If you're ever a little depressed
And nothing interests you
Just look at this tiny puppy
He'll stop you feeling blue

If your hurdles seem Impossible
He'll show you what to do
Start by jumping the low ones
You'll be successful too

Author Notes Pinterest video


Chapter 36
Male Aging

By Bucketlist

When you were younger
Younger and egotesticle
Egotesticle was the way
Way to 'win over' ladies

Ladies now see the real you
You're not what your ego thinks
Thinks aging will not apply
Apply if a stud muffin' drinks

Drinks anti aging liquid foods
Foods that may pack on weight
Weight is where you don't want
Want a workout so you can date

Author Notes Sorry guys, just a bit of fun!
I miss spelled egotistical on purpose

Pinterest


Chapter 39
Memory Imagery

By Bucketlist

The girl sauntered onto the beach very early. There was a tranquility which was only interrupted by the soothing sound of the tide . It swelled gently up, and then with a gentle ‘shhh’sound fell quickly back into foam. Her personal life had not passed without some problems lately,and she welcomed the solitude. As she walked along barefooted, the cool sand was almost sensually embracing to her toes. The moon was a vague ball in the sky as the sun blushedT from behind the horizon.

There was very little sign of life that is the hustle and bustle of human existence. However, different echelons were busy. Tiny crabs scuttled nervously along the shoreline searching for food. Or maybe they were trying to elude the occasional gull which circled above. Too, there were the universal flies alighting on anything that looked like it was decomposing or
agarbage. This beach was relatively clean compared to any others she had seen. The odd piece of litter seemed incongruous with the usual busy life cycle.

The light breeze gently pushed back her flowing hair, and the warmth from the rising sun lightly touched her skin. How she wished it was her man's touch. She closed her eyes momentarily and felt good to be alive. As she opened her eyes again, she caught sight of one of the beach bar owners in the distance. He was preparing for the day by putting up colorful umbrellas which would provide relief from the sun's probing fingers later on. The breeze fanned a briny scent across the beach. She inhaled deeply, and headed toward the bar.

The ships on the horizon looked like ducks in a shooting gallery - a clever trick of vision, she thought. The sun, like a paper orange, was pressed against a light blue sky. There were a few cotton puff clouds floating harmlessly across it. As she walked along, it occurred to her that the fascinating part of the beach was the mystery of it ,and the ocean. No one knew what secrets the engulfing ocean kept. Pieces of sentimental and monetary value from decades past could be held by the seemingly benign sand.

When she reached the bar, she entered and ordered a cup of coffee. The owner looked at her approvingly as he handed back her change with the cup. She took a place outside, and while enjoying the frothy Cappuccino, she perused the beach. She savored everything that her sensory system registered.

In a couple of hours the beach would come alive with the sound of children's laughter. They happily built sandcastles, and played at the edge of the foam offered them by the tide. Their guardians would read, or soak up the morning sun. Later, when the sun became too warm for little bodies, they would go home.

Thats when the ' beautiful' people would appear- semiclad in seductive pieces and minuscule beachwear. Neither of these were designed for much movement, or swimming. The beach would be littered with Romeos - all attentive to their partners until a bigger challenge walked by. Then, the 'Peacocks' (as we called them) would vie for attention by 'strutting their stuff'.

Lunchtime brought relief back to the beach until the tourists appeared from their hotels. There would be the French with their neat bodies and Mediterranean tans. Some of the Germans boasted firm bodies, others wore size 5 swimwear trying to support size 18 figures. There would also be the English who looked like white bread in a sea of toast.

After dinner was another good time to enjoy the beach ,while it recovered from the day's traffic. When the sun sank slowly down , it cast a pink shroud over the water, which glistened in the fading light. The sky would have a pink glow as radiant as a satiated women's face. The heat would remain in the sand for some time, until night spread anonymity over everything. Even then, the beach held many secrets of lovers lost in their own oblivion.

She drained the last foam from her cup, and headed back. Now, the early morning fishermen were sorting their catch for the local market. Their craggy weathered faces grinned as if they maybe knew some of the ocean's secrets. As she reached the point where she had joined the beach, she took one more look. Then, feeling the new life inside her kicking, she inhaled deeply, feasted her eyes on the soft ripples in the sand and the blue water of the ocean,.As she turned and headed back to the apartment. Yes, she thought, the beach was for everyone. It was her 'happy place'. She would return very soon.

 

Author Notes Pinterest image.


Chapter 43
Death of Love

By Bucketlist

 



My love was in bloom
carnal passion was thriving
before your abuse killed them

 

 

Author Notes Pinterest image


Chapter 85
Female Aging

By Bucketlist

 


Ladies, you can commiserate
Effects you hate
Aging is tough
You’ve see enough

Your youthful look now has faded
You look jaded
Wrinkles abound
Waist's bigger 'round

Your store list has Depends 'n Tums
Have doldrums
Energy slump
Botox to plump

Your memory harbors passions
Now on ration
Laugh when you speak
You'll start to leak
 
You used positions with your mate
Now can't relate
Stiffness is in
You, but not him

The worst thing is the outside view
For me and you
It all heads south
False teeth in mouth

But be grateful and full of glee
God's gift you see
Enjoy each day
The carefree way






 

Author Notes If you think aging is bad, think of the alternative!
A Minute Poem is a poem that follows the "8,4,4,4" syllable count structure. It usually has 3 stanzas that are exactly the same. So: 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
A traditional Minute Poem has 12 lines total. It has 60 syllables. It is written in a strict iambic meter. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.etc


Chapter 125
Autumn of Life

By Bucketlist

These trees represent people
In their third stage of Fall
Still have waning lives
Before the stone cold truth

Memories are the fallen leaves
Scattered from a full life
Yet slowly losing their strength
While fading away from view

Many are richer in hue
Some last longer to wither
In the third season of life
Health has played a part

Those who are sacrificed to rot
Will wither and die first
The ones which are brightest
Have got what they did need

Tree trunks are the people
With healthy sap and strength
Who still stand strong
Through the test of time

Unlike man who gives
But also takes in return
Wonder at their beauty
Which is unconditional


Chapter 200
Divine Help

By Bucketlist

Tranquility comes from inside
When we connect with Him

Through life's inner turmoil
Call and ask for the way

It is an inner feeling of peace
Of calm versus the storm

It is a grateful contentment
Of self and your life's role

There is a certain mystique
Questioned by a tortured soul

Total calm is not found outside
It only is claimed from within

It comes from simply knowing
You are the one who has control

Of your mind and physical body
While He will help with your soul

Author Notes Pixabay image


Chapter 300
Blue Boobies

By Bucketlist

"Dave, Dave see that
bird with pretty eyes
Big beak, big feet, soft down chest?"
Dave does not answer
He dreams to see
"A 'bird' with no feathered chest
Who'll pole dance for me"



Author Notes In British slang bird is a female
BOOBIES mean breasts


Nursery Rhyme is
Bah bah black sheep
Have you any wool
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for the master
One for the dame
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane


Chapter 300
The Good Deed

By Bucketlist

We know that humans help each other. However, animals do not possess the same brains as us. Maybe that's good to prevent abuse, but how do they help each other? This is the view I take. They may be called 'dumb' , but psychology plays a part often in them, just as in us. Sounds silly? Not to animal psychologists. They attribute emotions to animals.

The above story is oblivously NOT mine. So why am I bothering to write? Because there is something surreal here. The dog George was depressed after Blackie died (grief) The duck suddenly appeared on the second anniversary's week of the death.

Now for the psychology. The duck senses the emotional need in the dog, so it hangs around. They become friends, the duck follows the dog (counselor LOL) everywhere. Then, the dog's emotion changes to happy. Counseling has come from the 'sixth sense' in the duck.


That is why I wanted to post this story. It definately is about one animal helping another.

Author Notes Pinterest found


Chapter 300
The Glass

By Bucketlist


Do you share wine, or whine, with others
shared wine is fun, whine fun smothers

Is your glass half full or half empty
opportunities will be plenty
sour gripes can’t admire
Positives inspire

You can
laugh
moan
it's

up
to which you decide

Attitude choices are made inside

Author Notes pinterest


Chapter 322
Word Spew

By Bucketlist

This vignette is a polysyllabic travesty

It is a facsimile of the real art of writing poetry

About compartmentalization of word origins

What a palaver to get thoughts together!

This whole vignette was written because the author

Realised how roots of words aborize

Root origins of words are important for comprehension

If you wish to get a sarcoid-like reaction in readers

Be prepared, don't write an extemporaneous poem

You should avoid a fardel of orgillaceous material!


THANKS FOR READING!

Author Notes WORD LOVERS CLUB
Write a story or a poem on any topic which includes at least ten of these words: compartmentalization, vignette, arborize, palaver, fardel, orgillaceous, sarcoid, wite, turgid, curule, polysyllabic, travesty, stereophonic, extemporaneous, facsimile. If you need definitions for any of the words, contact Xia Thornwood


Chapter 324
Stocking Up

By Bucketlist







"WHAT !, I'm getting ready for the hurricane too !"



Author Notes Pinterest image


Chapter 325
House of God

By Bucketlist

Nature's creator
Building size does not matter
Worship Him for all

Author Notes pinterest


Chapter 328
Beware

By Bucketlist

IT'S BEAUTY IN MOTION, BUT MAYBE BRINGS DEATH FROM THE OCEAN

Author Notes Pinterest image


Chapter 329
Fairy Surprise

By Bucketlist

Down in the garden
By the old wishing well
The 'plant pollen helper'
Fairies gathered at home
After working with the bees

Then saw down on the floor
There lay something new
A large colored object
With big words written on it
The fairies began to chatter

It was too heavy to lift
It's letters too big to read
The fairies started to giggle
It took up half their room
But it wasn't wanted any more

What is it for? and why
is it here on our floor?
They pondered, nodding
And giggled some more
Noticed the cover's plants
Looking lifeless and flat

One of the wisest fairies
Knew 'exactly 'what was what'
Because the book was dropped
by humans planting herbs
She pointed out that the fairies
Shared the humans' garden plot

So whatever time you choose
To pick your favorite herbs
'Cos they are fresh and aromatic
Please tread with loving care
The fairy 'pollen helpers'
Don't want another scare

Author Notes Cleo85 thanks for the lovely picture and my use of it


Chapter 330
The Cat Show

By Bucketlist

Look at last year's winner she's beautiful!

Kitty, so are we! Either one of us is purrfect to win this cat show!

Yes! But Pussy Galore thinks SHE'S the cat's meow.

Look at that Siamese! She's got odd colored eyes, definitely not pretty.

And that Persian version cat! She's so fluffy she looks fat.

Have you seen that diva Calico?

The one with the black, brown, tan, and white fur?

Yes, she likes the catnip too much.
.
And then she gets too catty.

Where's our friend, Manx cat?

He's taking a cat nap.

Oh look! There's Hisscat wearing a tight catsuit.

Meeeow! Now THERE'S a Tomcat!

Is he looking our way?

No, he's with that new cat model.

She's just a furless Sphinx, nothing special.

Have you seen the seductive way she stretches for him?

He smiles like the cat that got the cream.

I'd like to get MY claws on her!

I could just scratch her eyes out!

Quick! Purr, here come the judges

Author Notes Thanks to GaliaG for the picture


Chapter 331
Choices

By Bucketlist

Domestic abuse is bullies' control power.


Chapter 332
Dreams

By Bucketlist

Dreams are elusive, try to catch
Day's activity they can match
Others will take you far away
a place that used to be your home
Or come back here to freely roam
From distant lands places to play
Yield mixed worries, vivid delight
All dreams contribute to your night
In different ways from the day

Author Notes Dick Lee Shia thanks for your artwork and my use of it


Chapter 333
Fantasy Garden

By Bucketlist

Angel was playing a game of hide and go seek. As she stood in the long grass, behind the big tree, she noticed all the bugs had wings, even the rocking horse. She mused, " I must be seeing things". "Hi," said a small voice "Where are YOUR wings?" She looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a beautiful dragonfly. She answered, " Silly! People don't have wings like yours.".The horsefly and the bee chorused, "But where can you go without wings?" Angel said,"Everywhere! Mummy told me I have God's gift of wings, called 'magination."

Author Notes Cleo85 thanks once again for your artwork, and my use of it.


Chapter 335
More Cats

By Bucketlist

They can make your world more amusing
Independent creatures with fur
Friendly when fed, not aloof
Flexible, strong jumpers
They love to drink milk
Purr when content
All colors
Rough tongues
Cats

Author Notes Mama mia1 thanks for the use of your artwork


Chapter 337
Introduction

By Bucketlist

Hi, and welcome to Poetry Nook

'There's a first time for everything' is the saying. Well, my first creative writing class was way back in college. My first encounter with creative thinking was via my divergent-thinking professor. He claimed he would not cut his grass because "I can hear it scream" That was the first time I wanted to drop any class , but his strange way of initiating response from us fascinated me, and I stayed.

My childhood was good, yet mundane. My first inkling that I had any creativity in me was an 'A' in that class.

The homework poetry stayed dormant until 4 years ago. I was convalescing from hip surgeries. The time void was another first for me. I happened to find the old penning and a friend silently sat while he read some aloud. " Great!" he said, "Why don't you share this on the web?"

The first tingle of exicitement and disbelief took hold. I found this site and let my anxious fingers do the transcribing. Well here I am, with a three hundred plus collection of eclectic styles, genres, emotions, and images later!

The first picture I chose for this revisited college homework appears above, and here is that first poem my friend read.

Natural Mirror

Looking down into the lake
my reflection there I see
But wait! There is a mistake
that never could be me

For that person in the lake
Is clearly older than me
The face is one that I care not
to look straight into the eye

MY heart is young my spirits high
I am full of life as yet
Could what I see be really true
Something I'll regret?

Her face has wrinkles coming
her hair is going grey
Her eyes are losing their luster
along life's surly way

NO! The answer is plain for one and all
I was born a Gemini you see
which makes me two as in twins,
the other woman isn't me!

Was it all just a dream
or was it true reality?
I'll have to take another look
"Oh ****!" My mirror shows it's me!

I hope you have as much enjoyment reading my poems, as I've had
creating them!

Author Notes Pinterest fantasy image


Chapter 340
Splash

By Bucketlist

The couple stood, drinks in hand
Arguing in the cool evening air
Then their lovers' spat progressed

She reached up to smack him
He forcefully grabbed her wrist
Her glass fell, spilling its liquid

A thousand chards of broken glass
Glistened in the setting sunlight
Jagged edges shrugged off droplets
Resembling a roosting flock of birds

The glass, just like their love
Once bright and warm in hand
Had now lost all of it's spirit

Author Notes Supplied for the club poetry


Chapter 341
Bluebells

By Bucketlist

 

 

Each Bluebell flower’s Nature’s gem
Every bell hangs from a mini stem

Hundreds live together under shady trees
While attracting pollen seeking bees
Blue color spreads like ink from a pen

Absent in winter, return in spring when
The woodland  floor which then one sees
Is a flower-lover’s treat now post-freeze
Each Bluebell flower

The shady trees yield shelter to them
From strong winds, so that when
The purple bells wave in a breeze
A moving ocean of blue one sees
A poet's dream in a stage of REM
Each Bluebell flower

Author Notes Pinterest picture.


Chapter 342
View From the Path

By Bucketlist



I had walked in these same woods before
For spiritual solitude

Shady green trees swayed
The breeze murmured her song
The sun was bright, her rays warm

Wildlife found mates and built homes
Nestling in nature's hands

The once well worn path
Now supported flat stone steps

Beyond the crest a dark image
Pointed toward the sky

From the top of the incline
The wide open rural view
became a wonder to me

A blending of nature's materials
And human creativity to build
An exquisite glass structure

Honoring our God and his gifts
The frame's apex toward the sky
With beautiful polished beams

The scenery embraced the glass
Enabling color prisms of light
To radiate throughout the chapel

Sanctuary from a troubled world
A respite for emotional healing
Reflections of life's path

The magnificent chapel would supply
Comfort in worship and celebration
In good times and bad it would be

A marriage of heaven and earth
Built with talent and love





 

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Chapter 343
Esoteric Goddess

By Bucketlist

Moon goddess appears
To light the celestial night array
When darkness brings fears

Night spreads a sheet of black
Stars shine and twinkle in the Milky Way
Nocturnal diamonds to track

As Mother Earth rotates round
Moon yields to the bright light of day
Disappears without a sound


Author Notes The Nocturna is a 9 line poetry form based on the nocturne theme containing three, three-line lessons recited during the night. The subject Must be nocturnal and it consists of three tercets linked by the rhyme of the center line; aim for a smooth flow (meter) and pleasing sound. It is possible to write without meter. (For this challenge, you do NOT have to write a prayer--just something about the night). RHYME SCHEME: aba/ cbc/ dbd/ ******* the 'b' rhyme consists of DIFFERENT words that ALL rhyme--please no 'ing' ending rhymes UNLESS the first syllables rhyme.]


Chapter 344
Stars and Stripes

By Bucketlist


Our Stars and Stripes national flag
Respect, it always should be afforded
Never purposely onto floor let it drag
An act which must not be rewarded




The years from colonies to nation
There has been more repulsion
Our flag evolving, more often to get

Behaviors of contumely target

Author Notes Contumely means insolent or insulting behavior

ASSIGNED TOPIC for week of 6-21-19
~~~Old-Timey or Archaic Word~~~

Write a RISPETTO with ONE old-timey or archaic word as your topic. Please read the rules of the rispetto. Please include the definition of your word choice in author notes. Please DO NOT copy all this info in your notes--some of it is FYI. Your word choice, its definition, and info on the style is ok. N
*******
A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is:
*** a complete poem of TWO rhyme quatrains with strict meter.
***The meter is usually iambic tetrameter
*** rhyme scheme of abab ccdd.
*******


2006 Betty Lou Hebert


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