Countdown to Halloween – Day 13

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 13

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Poem # 13

LOST IN A CORN MAZE

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Corn husks rustle, left and right…

Forsaken on this cold, dark night…

Alone…

All alone…

I realize they hypnotize…

Throwing magic into my eyes…

Alone…

All alone…

Is synchronicity a possibility?

Is this accidental, or just incidental?

Alone…

All alone…

I must take action, cause a distraction;

I need interaction; I feel I’m in traction…

Alone…

All alone…

I must use my senses, to break down defenses,

and break free from this agony…

Alone…

All alone…

This test will only make me stronger,

And from this mess, I’ll be lost here no longer…

Alone…

All alone…

Oh, I’m just a scarecrow, who’s biding my time…

Trying to find reason, out of the rhyme…

Alone…

All alone…

So lost in a corn maze,

So lost in my mind…

So lost in a corn maze,

So lost to my kind…

Alone…

All alone…

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© 2018 BS

Just Silly – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Precious

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Just Silly – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Precious

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 13/18

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “precious.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

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Linda has given us the prompt word, ‘precious’ to write about today. Thanks, Linda!

I encourage everyone to join in this weekly writing fest…we can be a serious or as silly as we want to. It’s fun to write and fun to read what other people write. Click the above link to find out details.

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What’s to say about the word precious? I don’t know. It’s a word I pretty much never say for anything. Guess it’s just too precious for words.

We used to live near a person who had a dog named Precious. We didn’t know her, or the dog. Can’t say I ever even saw the dog, but we could hear her calling loud and clear quite often, “Precious! Precious!” It always made us laugh.

Let’s see what other little words I can make out of precious:

sip, price, sup, pus, rice, spice, our, crop, pious, pose, pore, sop, ice, spire, cipro,

yeah, that’s all…

the pus in our pore was cleared up with cipro and ice, so we struck a pious pose, and paid the price to sup on a crop of rice. We sopped it up, that spice of life, and sipped some nice rice wine then climbed to the top of the church spire.

And…that is probably the silliest thing I’ve ever wrote! haha

So, farewell until next time on this stream of consciousness playground.

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Have a fun weekend!

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© 2018 BS

 

Flower of the Day – Sunflowers & Candy

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Flower of the Day – Sunflowers & Candy

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Do you need something bright and sunny today? I do, because it’s been gray, rainy, and gloomy the past few days.

I see a lot of times they fix up a little bouquet made up of candies! They’re not flowers, but they are pretty cute.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – October 13, 2018 – Bearded Iris

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©2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 63

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 63

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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The next morning, people were packing up…some leaving, some going sight-seeing. Steve decided to try fishing again. As he was getting his fishing pole ready, Ghost was writing in his journal, and taking pictures of the lake and Steve. A couple of nearby campers came over.

“Mornin’,” they said.

Ghost smiled, and offered them some coffee they’d made on the little gas stove. Steve walked over to see what was up.

“We heard your singing and playing last night…it was great.” they said. “Did you say you were playing in town tonight?”

“We’re gonna try to. Maybe y’all can come,” said Ghost.

Steve came up behind Ghost, then. “Hey, Steve, these are some people who liked our songs. Oh, this here’s Steve…he plays the guitar.”

They all nodded and said, “Hey.”

“Well, we’re going to be in town, so we’ll look you up, then,” said one. They all walked off. Steve didn’t say much, but he had a wary look, as he went back to his fishing pole.

“Don’t start nothin’,” Ghost muttered to himself, but Steve heard him, anyway.

“What was that, Ghost?”

“Nothin’,” Ghost said, as he went back to his writing.

Steve did catch a few fish, and showed Ghost, who took a picture. “You ready to eat fish for breakfast?” Steve asked.

Ghost looked appalled, but said, “Sure, Steve…not really.”

“Well, which one is it then?” Steve asked, baffled at Ghost.

“Uh, they’re real nice fish, but…but…I’m not hungry…okay?”

“Fine then, I’ll eat them all. First I have to…”

Ghost started running away, up the embankment, and all the way to the car. Steve shook his head, but continued preparing the fish for the pan. After cooking them, he was enjoying fresh, fried fish, when Ghost came slinking back to the campsite. His eyes were dark, and Steve knew he was upset.

“These sure are good…want some?” Steve held out his plate, knowing it would creep Ghost out, but couldn’t resist doing it anyway.

“No…how can you do that, Steve? How can you catch a nice, innocent fish, and then just kill it…and then just eat it like nothing just happened?”

“Easy…I was hungry.” Steve licked his fingers.

Ghost just looked sad.

“Listen, dude, ya gotta get over things like this. Somebody caught the ones in the grocery store, and you eat those just fine. This just eliminates the middle man,” Steve explained. “What’d ya do, go sing a dirge to the fishies?” he snickered.

“Maybe I did,” said Ghost.

“I know you did…I heard ya,” said Steve.

“Whatever,” said Ghost as he looked for something else to eat.

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They drove into town to inquire about performing. The bar said sure, and put them on the line-up of acts. Then having the rest of the day to themselves, they went over to the coffee shop, and asked about their chances of playing there the next night. They got the go-ahead there, too.

Next, they figured they’d better do some laundry, so they gathered up their dirty clothes, and found the laundromat. As they sat there waiting for their clothes to get washed and dried, they didn’t notice groups of townspeople passing by on the sidewalk, and peering in the window at them. Word was spreading around the small town, that some drifters were going to be appearing at the local bar and coffee shop.

The campers had been talking to shopkeepers, that they’d heard them sing last night, and that they were good.

Ghost and Steve, – or rather Steve – considered what he should wear that night. He didn’t feel he should wear his all out rocker get up, so had to think of something that wouldn’t be so in their face, so to speak. Settling on  his jeans, black t-shirt, and boots, in other words, his everyday clothes, he was done. Ghost never worried about what he’d wear, just grabbing whatever he happened to see first.

Looked like today, it was worn out, faded jeans, with holes in the knees, and a soft blue and white striped hoodie, his striped knee socks, and tennis shoes that he’d written all over. Steve thought he was cute, no matter what he wore…or didn’t.

They decided to sing and play a few older songs, and maybe a new one mixed in. They only had a little while on their turn to play. They didn’t expect such a big crowd, though, when they arrived. It looked like it was a packed house. This place was similar to the Sacred Yew…bar, game room, dance floor, and stage.

They were the last on the list of performers, so they got to hear someone else’s music. They were mostly covers of country bands, some bluegrass, a pop tune or two, and one guy did a rap, and he got booed off the stage. Since Ghost and Steve’s main genre was southern rock, they figured they’d do okay in this crowd.

There were some teens, some college kids from the nearby big town down the road, a few older folks, but they didn’t see any kids dressed in goth clothes, like at home. They were up next, just the two of them…Steve with his acoustic guitar, and no background tape, but they were ready. Ghost felt a tingle of excitement, as usual, as they took the stage.

The announcer, a local DJ, introduced them. “Everyone please welcome a band form the east coast of this great state…”Lost Souls?”

Ghost took hold of the mic and nodded to Steve, and they began their first song, a cover of the Eagles, *Take it to the Limit”.  They figured everyone had heard this one, and it’d get them off to a good start…and it did. People were singing along, and the dance floor filled up. They continued their short play-list, putting in a couple of their own songs.

Most everyone was having a good time, however there was a group of guys who were just drinking at the bar, and hollering rude comments. Steve figured it just came with the territory – gotta be someone who wasn’t happy. They closed with “World”, which most of the audience didn’t understand at all, but seemed to like anyway.

Afterward, Ghost went back stage before Steve, who was packing up his guitar, and accepting a beer from a guy who’d liked their show.

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*Take it to the Limit” by the Eagles, Randy Meisner, Don Henley, Glenn Frey, released November 15, 1975, label – Asylum

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Next part coming soon!

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© 2018 BS

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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 license is taken in including them in this story.

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

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Feline Friday – Sister Cat

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Feline Friday – Sister Cat

https://comedy-plus.com/2018/10/12/feline-friday-64/

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This is Sister Cat. She’s a sweetie, and lets us pet her. She is one of Mama Cat’s (now across the rainbow bridge), and she looks just like her Mama Cat. Her and Mr. Big Man are good buddies.

 

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© 2018 BS

Countdown to Halloween – Day 12

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 12

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Sorry, this one looks messy, but really…how do you paint fog on a rock? 🙂

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Poem # 12

LOST SOUL

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I could bury your lost soul in fog,

The mists of time mysterious…

Seeping through my brain’s lament,

You make me most delirious.

I will not bury you now,

To let you rot away…

You are the beating of my heart,

And there you’ll always stay.

As I release you out of my mind,

I see you in my dream…

A ghost upon my psyche…

So present, yet still unseen.

I cried when you were finished, then…

But never were you diminished…

A breath of life I gave to you,

And now you are replenished.

I write your story on my soul,

To bring you back to life…

A supernatural being, now

free of pain and strife.

Your cryptic ghostly wanderings,

Your still alive remains…

I write your story on my soul,

And sing your sad refrains.

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~this is an elegy poem~

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© 2018 BS

Countdown to Halloween – Day 11

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 11

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Poem # 11

A BALLAD FOR JACK

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Out in the garden, way in the back,

A tangle of vines did grow.

There was a secret, hidden away,

For only me to know.

I watered and tended this special vine,

And, day by day it grew.

Soon, it revealed an orange orb…

I was the only one who knew.

I was so happy, I talked to it…

In fact, I named him Jack.

He grew up big and strong, that gourd…

I think he liked me back.

Then as the days grew cooler yet,

And, the sun was feeling dim,

I wanted Jack to stay with me,

But, it was time to part from him.

And, so it came, that sad, sad day…

Jack said it would be fine…

I took my knife and severed him…

I cut him from the vine.

I cried a river, but through my tears,

Jack looked at me and smiled…

He said to carve a great big grin,

For every little child.

And, so I did, I carved a face

For Jack’s big orange head.

Now, every Halloween night that comes,

Jack’s eyes shine bright, instead.

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© 2018 BS

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Playing With Color

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Playing With Color CFFC

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Things People Play With

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Cameras & Crafts

Cards & Dice

Jokes & Spiky Ball

Colors & Sports

With your cohorts

Fun & games for all

Make up your face and

Phone a friend

Just remember to always play nice.

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