Monthly Archives: May 2016

POETRY RANT

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I love poetry of all types. Some I understand, some I don’t. Some I can write, some I can’t, even though I try. Here’s a humorous rant about the type of poems I have a hard time writing. My preferred style is mostly gloomy and doomy, new agey, or funny. Is there a glimmer of truth to this one…probably, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying them. ūüôā Hope you get a laugh from my poetry rant.

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POETRY RANT

Just can’t do the flowery crap

The oohs and ahhs, and all that pap

Sweetie the words, and sentiments gooey

Just can’t do all that hooey

The words too sweet, it makes my teeth ache

Just can’t write it, for goodness sake

I’d feel overdosed, like a frosting drenched bakery

Just can’t pen words that smack of fakery

Don’t make me, don’t urge me, and please don’t wheedle

Just might as well stick my eye with a needle

It’s all fine and good, if that’s your persuasion

Just not for me – on any occasion

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© 2016 BS

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PUBLISHED (2)

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PUBLISHED (2)

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I am very happy to announce that my poem, “His Hands”, has been published.

This is the second poem that has been published for the e-magazine, “felan”.

My poem can be found, along with other wonderful works of poetry and visual art, in the e-magazine, “felan – issue 5 – Courage”, by Jennifer Nichole Wells.

To preview and purchase your copy, in print, PDF, or ebook formats, click below:

http://www.blurb.com/b/7115598-felan-issue-5-courage

Thank you so much, Jennifer, for the opoportunity to submit my poem to your magazine.

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© 2016 BS

 

HE STILL RIDES

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HE STILL RIDES

I thought the antique letter box was a nice addition to my garden decorations.

Three nights later, I wasn’t so sure.

Hearing the sound of hoofbeats, I peeked out of my bedroom curtains, to see the ghostly image of a horse and rider, trampling my plants.

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For: 3LineTales – Week 16 – write a 3 line story, using the photo prompt.

Three Line Tales, Week Sixteen

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© 2016 BS

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 6

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 6

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6th installment

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“Why not, Steve? Are you scared to get a tattoo?” Ghost teased.

“No, I’m not, but I know you are,” Steve said as a matter of fact. “Besides, I already got one a long time ago.”

Ghost stopped there on the sidewalk and looked hard at Steve. “Where?” he asked. “I’ve seen all of you and never saw one.”

“It’s hidden,” Steve said, “end of subject.”

“Let me see it or I won’t believe it…right here, right now.”

“Fine, you want to see it? Here ya go.” Steve pulled back his hair and pointed to the area behind his left ear.

Ghost looked amazed that he’d never noticed it before. “Did it hurt much?” he asked.

“Yeah, it hurt, what do ya think it felt like, a tickle?”

“Well,” Ghost said, “let me look closer.” He did, then said in wonder, “It’s your own name! It says Steve!”

“So what?” Steve answered back.

At this, Ghost burst out laughing. He was overcome with the thought of Steve’s¬† unique tattoo. He doubled over and could hardly stand up, he was laughing so hard. He tried talking through his giggles, snorts, and tears of laughter running down his face.

“What…why…why do you…need to remember your own…name? do you…have to look…look…in the mirror to remember…who…who…you are every day?” He continued, “Then…Oh, my God…it would be backwards! It’d be evets.” He laughed even harder.

Steve just glared at him, not seeing anything funny about it. “So what if it’s my name. I got it when I was stupid and drunk one night. The guy asked me what I wanted, and I thought he asked me what my name was…so thats’s what I said. And that’s what he put on there…and that’s all there was to it.”

Ghost just couldn’t let it go. “At least it wasn’t on your arm or something!” he howled.

Steve had had enough by then. “Ghost, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna smack you. I mean it! SHUT-UP!”

He started walking again. Behind him, Ghost kept trying to stop, wiping his face on his jacket sleeve, but still a fresh burst of laughter would rise up and be heard.

Steve whirled around, punched Ghost in the shoulder. “I told you to shut up!”

Ghost kept trying to stifle his giggles and finally had a little more control. He took a deep breath and said, “Now I’m really hungry, Steeeve!”

“Forget it, we’re going home now. At least I am. You can just stay here and laugh for all I care.” Steve stomped off to the T-Bird.

“No, no, no, we haven’t got our prize yet!” Ghost trailed after him.

They sat in the car now while Steve tried to calm down. “Hey, Ghost, I was thinking of something to buy. You know that show we were watching the other day…some guys were out there on a lake, fishing?”

“Yeah,” answered Ghost.

“Well,” Steve continued, “we could get us some fishing poles and catch some fish.”

Ghost just looked at him like, what a crazy idea. “Have you ever fished before?” he asked.

“Yeah, a long time ago. I caught some, too. Then the guys I was with, we cooked them over the campfire and ate them. Mmmm.”

Ghost looked worried.

“What? You have something against fishing? You eat fish, don’t you?” Steve asked.

“Well, yeah, but, I don’t kill them!” Ghost said.

“Well, how do you think you got to eat them then. Somebody had to kill them,” Steve reasoned.

“Yeah, but, it wasn’t me.”

“Don’t worry about it, then. You just eat what we catch, I’ll do the rest. Let’s check out the thrift shop down the road. Bet they’ll have some fishing stuff.” Steve started the car and they went to find fishing gear.

Ghost was still a bit hesitant about the whole idea, so he let Steve find equipment, while he just looked around.

“Hey, Steve, this stuff is what you wanted to buy. What’s mine?”

Steve shrugged and plopped an old fisherman’s hat onto Ghost’s head, saying, “Here ya go, this is what you want, right? See, it has fish hooks on it and everything!”

“Yeah, sure, Steve,” Ghost said as they paid and left the store. Steve went on and on about how the fishing trip would go. Ghost was hardly listening. He laid his head on the door frame, blond hair hanging out the open window, feet in Steve’s lap. He closed his eyes and drowsed to Steve’s words.

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~This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some¬†backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and¬†original elements¬†of this story¬†are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 5

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(Fifth Installment)

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They walked over to the bar where Kinsey was pretending to work. Ghost then did something totally unexpected. He broke free from Steve, came to Kinsey and said softly…

“I know Steve told you everything. It’s ok. I’m glad you know. You’ve been here for both of us all this time and, and…thank you.”

Coming closer, he brushed a feather light kiss on Kinsey’s lips and smiled as he looked up at Kinsey through strands of blond hair. Kinsey was astonished at all he’d witnessed, and at the crazy emotions that had been brought out that afternoon.

He cleared his throat and said huskily, “Aw, Ghost, you know I love you guys. I’ll have your back any time.”

Ghost grinned mischievously and said in a happy voice, “Kin I buy somethin’ for me at the store?”

This made Steve and Kinsey both laugh, as the tension was broken and things felt normal again.

“Sure, Ghost, you and Steve can get something for yourselves, just try to¬†hurry back,” said Kinsey, as he handed Steve his credit card and the list of things he needed.

Steve pushed Ghost out the door toward the car, while looking back, rolling his eyes and crossing his fingers. Kinsey shrugged and mouthed the word, “Hurry!”

Steve slid into the driver’s seat and started the old T-Bird. “Hope we have enough gas,” he thought. Ghost was already humming a song and hanging his head out the window.

“You remember what songs we’re doing tonight?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I think so, but you can remind me if I forget,” said Ghost.

They rode in silence for awhile on the long drive to Raleigh. Steve was tired already, and he wondered if Ghost was feeling well enough to sing for two hours tonight. “Maybe we should just cancel the gig,” he was thinking.

“We can’t do that. I’ll be fine and you won’t be tired when you start playing,” Ghost muttered. “Besides, Kinsey is counting on us, and the kids are excited to see us.”

Steve looked over at Ghost and knew he’d just had his mind read again. Such a weird feeling to know that Ghost could do that…even when he sometimes had thoughts he’d rather Ghost not hear.

As they arrived at the store, Steve lectured Ghost about not getting distracted, and that they needed to hurry. Of course Ghost agreed, but knew it was impossible. So did Steve. As they entered the store, Steve headed for the shopping carts, while Ghost stood transfixed by the array of goods, colors, and lights.¬†The smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls from the bakery department bombarded his senses. He knew he wanted to obey Steve and not get distracted, but he was helpless not to notice things like this. He couldn’t even take a step forward, because he knew for a fact he would be¬†off and running from one display to another.

So, he just closed his eyes and tried to ignore his ADD. At least he tried. He held out his arms in front of him, hoping Steve would notice his effort and come lead him around like a blind person. He could feel other customers passing by him and staring.

He could hear their thoughts and whispered comments, “Damn hippie”, “I think he’s blind”,¬†“Who let that weirdo in here?”,”Somebody should call the manager.” But Ghost didn’t care if he was attracting attention.

He hoped Steve would come rescue him soon. Steve thought Ghost was following him into the store’s aisles, so when he looked around and didn’t see him, he growled under his breath, “Shit, here we go.” Then he got worried. Ghost could be anywhere. He started backtracking to the front of the store again.

“What the hell?” he said when he saw Ghost standing there still, with his eyes closed and his arms stretched out in front of him. “Why me?” he thought. “I’ve gotta go over there and get him,” he sighed.

People were still milling around making wisecracks, and Steve could see a manager type heading in their direction.He walked over as quickly as he could, head down, hoping to not cause any more of a scene. As he reached Ghost, he grabbed his wrist and jerked him toward him. Ghost squeaked in surprise.

“Get over here right now. You look like a damn zombie. What the hell are you doing?” Steve¬†pulled Ghost along with him.

“I was trying to not get distracted like you asked. It worked so far.”¬†Ghost seemed proud of himself.¬†

Steve rolled his eyes and put Ghost’s hands on the cart handle. “Now just hold on to this and follow me. Don’t let go. Can you do that, huh?” Steve asked.

Ghost nodded and whispered, “Yeah.”

The rest of the shopping went on with any major incidents. They packed up the T-Bird, then walked down the sidewalk to a fast food place. On the way, Ghost wondered aloud what they could get for themselves.

“Hey, Steve, what’cha gonna get?” Steve shrugged as¬†Ghost went on about possibilities. “We could get a video game, or new clothes, or I could get some new markers.¬†Mine are almost empty…oh, hey Steve, we could get a tattoo! We could get the same one that says Lost Souls? How ’bout that?” His eyes were shining with the thought, even though he wasn’t sure he’d even be brave enough to go through with it. He’d never seriously considered it before. Steve just gave him a look that dismissed the idea.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some¬†backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and¬†original elements¬†of this story¬†are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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SHARE YOUR WORLD 2016 – WEEK 20

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Time once more for the Share Your World weekly questions from Cee and answers from me! ūüôā

Find out how this fun challenge works, join in anytime, and see more entries by clicking below:

Share Your World – 2016 Week 20

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Q1 – When do you feel most connected to others?

When do I feel most connected to others?

It’s when typing and talking to my online¬†sisters and brothers…

When we share this and that, in friendly chats,

We find things in common,

Like poetry and cats.

Q2 – What daily habit would you like to introduce to your life?

A new daily habit that I think would be cool,

Is if I’d follow this one little rule…

Finish a project, before moving on..

Stick to a topic, like a dog with a bone.

Q3 – What one mini-little adventure would you like to have in the coming week?

To have an adventure sounds nice on paper,

But, I’d have to go out to do such a caper.

I’d rather have my set routine –

Just little surprises are more my thing.

Q4 – List a few things or events that changed your life.

Can’t think of a time that changed my life,

Except the big ones, having kids, and becoming a wife.

Traveling around from place to place,

I’ve found it important to have a home base,

And, to not be afraid to say what I think…

Because life is short – it goes by in a blink.

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© 2016 BS

 

DISTANCE – HUGH’S WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – WEEK 26

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Time for another photo challenge, brought to you by Hugh! Find out how to join in the fun, and see more entries by clicking below:

Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 26 – Distance

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Here’s my photos! ūüôā

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A castle in Germany

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Diamond Head viewed from Honolulu’s Waikiki Beach

 

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River view, flying into Columbia, MO

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© 2016 BS

WHAT IS IT? – CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE

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We have a fun challenge this time from Cee. We were to take a photo of something, and you have to guess what it is. ūüôā

To see other fun entries, and to find out how you can join in, just click below:

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: “What’s This”

Now…What are these? Try to guess, then let me know what you think it is in the comments. ūüôā

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I’ll post the whole pictures soon! ūüôā

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Here’s the full pictures of the ‘what is it’ photos! ūüôā Thanks for playing and guessing! It was fun! ūüôā

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My ironing board (the dots are where the cats claws poked holes)

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My favorite perfume “Angel” (set on a towel)

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My mosaic art project (did this when I was a kid, from a kit)

 

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© 2016 BS

SWAY AWAY the DAY

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SWAY AWAY the DAY

Green is the place I want to be

Way up high in a shady tree

To sit and sway the day away

To watch the squirrels at fanciful play

I’d feed the birdies little bits of bread

Rejoicing at nature swirling ’round my head

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© 2016 BS

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For dVerse Poets – Quadrille (a 44 word poem, using the word ‘green’)¬† https://dversepoets.com/2016/05/16/quadrille-9/

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