Monthly Archives: October 2018

When God Weeps…

WE SHOULD.

Valerie Cullers

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This weekend another eleven innocent lives were taken at a Jewish Synagogue in Pittsburgh. We feel shocked and saddened by another act of senseless violence committed by a person filled with hatred. We seek for answers and we find none. We want to blame someone and so we lash out at whoever we feel is responsible for this terrible crime.

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Regardless of who we think is responsible, or what laws we think have allowed this tragedy to happen, we all must look deep inside of our own hearts. If we want the hatred and division to stop in our society, we must take an inventory of ourselves and start there.

Haters hate because they want to. They don’t need any help hating, they just need someone to hate. They will find an outlet for their hate and it will…

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Kaleidoscopic

GREAT POEM! BRAVO!

Wanderer

Sometimes I am a mess,

Too complicated to express,

Unable to decompress,

At such times my love! I want you there,

To untangle myself.

Everyone can read the lips,

I want you to read my eyes.

See when I am holding back my tears,

And trying to stay strong.

I want you to understand that I’m a puzzle,

And to differentiate my smiles.

So, that when everyone is fooled,

You won’t be among them.

I have a fear of attachment,

A fear powerful and true.

For holding on tightly to ashes,

Is something I would do?

At such times my love! I want you to remind me,

I won’t regret holding onto you.

Sometimes I’m too suffocated,

That it gets hard for me to breathe.

Thinking about all my mind holds dear,

Stressing all night long.

I am a tough individual,

I know how to handle things on my own.

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these vagabond days

BACK TO WRITING POETRY—WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!

The Lonely Author

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these vagabond days

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look at me

I am a vagrant

forever drunk on your words

an aimless wanderer

with no need of a compass

since mine only points to you

I am a gypsy

humming a song

as I loiter on your poetry

dreaming of a home

in the sanctuary

of your arms

sadly

these vagabond days

lead to lonely nights

of me

longing to be with you

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It’s good to be back.  My vagabond days are over (for now).

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A Dream Fragment

ANGST FOR SURE!

Michael Seidel, writer

A canopy of dark green branches shielded me from sight and sun when I stopped. 

My head was wet. Breathing fast, I wiped water from my face with both hands and blinked my vision clear.

I was standing in running water. I was in it, but I don’t know how high it was, just that it was somewhere below my waist. To my right, the water ran in a hard and noisy rush, spilling over rocks with chaotic splashes. To my left was a calm pool.

Something white was in the calm pool. Wiping my face and blinking water out of my eyes, I squinted at the thing. I realized the white thing were words floating on the water’s surface. I leaned forward but I couldn’t make them out. Worried about displacing them, I waded toward them.

The words stayed in place. I moved forward until I was upon them…

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The More The Scarier!

THIS KIND OF HALLOWEEN—I CAN (SORT OF) HANDLE!

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Wouldn’t you like tosee something strange?
Come with me and you will see.
This, our blog party of Halloween!
Share it once, share it twice.
Take a chance and roll the dice.
Ride with the moon in the dead of night.
Everybody scream, everybody scream!

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In this blog party (share your links to your or others blog posts, books, social media, whatever!) of Halloween (or not)!

The more the scarier!!! #TheMoreTheScarier

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  • Memories shape our lives and we cling to them as a witch clings to her flying broom (or vacuum). Some memories are comforting, others haunting. Do you remember the first time you heard: One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater? How about Monster Mash? Thriller? Dead Man’s Party…https://yadadarcyyada.com/2018/10/26/haunted-halloween-blog-party/Sympathy for the Devil, Time Warp, (Don’t Fear) The Reaper, Devil Went Down To Georgia…https://yadadarcyyada.com/2018/10/26/haunted-halloween-blog-party/Dragula, Welcome to my Nightmare, This Is Halloween…Who…

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