D-WORDSLAYER: June 2016

Just thinking out loud...

Pessimism - We all have choices everyday. We get to decide if, in the midst of all the challenges, negativity, violence and depressing news online and in the news - if we can see a silver lining, or something positive. The world is made up of different perspectives and points of views, very freely expressed online. Sometimes there are the voices of skepticism, anger, hate, resentment, bigotry, intolerance,racism and just about every other 'ism' which can be found. Today, they are still there, every pessimistic point of view... it made me smile as I realize, something positive is happening for all those in a pessimistic whirl - freedom to express... and freedom to share. Find the things which can make you smile today. Many years ago the freedom to express publicly was not as possible as it is today, so that is definitely a positive breakthrough.... just sharing out loud.

Have a wonderful day. Be blessed and encouraged

DWordslayer

© Donna-Luisa Eversley and D-WORDSLAYER, 2016. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Donna-Luisa Eversley and D-WORDSLAYER with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Alice Goes To The Moon

Hello dear friend it's Alice again

With Saint Bear at my side

Tonight we must sleep, quietly keep

After taking a ride

My pillow, gives me thoughts to think

About all I wish for us to see

My tired eyes keep closing

Finally it’s time for dreams

Tonight my hope is to see the moon

With Saint bear at my side

The sort of dream that takes us far

On a galactic ride

Saint Bear refuses to sleep

I think he is afraid

It’s good I brought my headset for him

He can use it until he’s brave

Take us to the moon, and back

Let me touch the stars just this once

Who knows what mysteries lies ahead

Its an adventure for me and Saint Bear

I can see the heavens and the earth beneath

Oops, there goes something else I know

It’s the pretty flip flops my granny sent

Finding its way back home

How great it is these nights of dreams

When all daylight has passed

I wish for night to always be

My present and forever last

Maybe my days will be just as great

As I grow older, and learn to create

A day like night,

With dreams for all,

A joy to be awake

Hello it’s me, I’m Alice

With Saint bear my closest friend

The time has come to say goodnight

I’m back at home my friend.

(Written for the 'Illustration challenge' by Dean Owen...The Illustrator is his beautiful wife Lei Lei )

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Alice Walks The Plank

Everyone like to have fun, even children. Taking chances and pushing to the brink of whats allowed can be considered creative or rebellious. Through the eyes of a child a happy day can have consequences. Alice pushes the boundaries in this tale!

Today I really did have fun

But think my happiness will be undone

As momma tucked me in she asked,

“Alice how was your day when you went out to play?”

I did try to tell the truth

And hoped she would not find my loot

As Princess Alice I walked the plank

My ship it really sank

The treasures still there on board

Are possessions my momma had stored

From my bedroom and the house

I collected all I had

If she only looked through the back window

She would know that I was a wee bit bad!

Saint Bear, O he did cringe,

Sometimes he sure is Mr Grinch

Willow sat on a stomp to see

As I walked blind- folded on the tree,

The one daddy painted just for me

On my ship I placed my dress,

the new one from momma’s treasure chest

I even let momma’s birdie out,

because she wanted to walk about

Momma’s Tulip I carried outside

And poured a glass of her wine, I forgot to hide

Saint Bear was just no fun, he kept saying

“Alice you will fall from the tree”

Poor thing I should not scare him

He is my very best friend

But must he always caution me

I added the big lollipop from the pantry

Another thing to make me happy

Oh what a sight to see

I was the happiest I could be

Momma asked how my day was, and I really did have fun

I later heard her call out my name, “Alice what have you done?”

I love my momma dearly and do wish that she would understand

It’s not easy to be Alice, the best girl in the land!

(Written for the 'Illustration challenge' by Dean Owen ...The Illustrator is his beautiful wife Lei Lei )

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Alice & Saint Bear

These stories about Alice are tales through my inner childhood eyes. The illustrations by Lei Lei are the inspiration for Alice and her Stuffed Whale Micah, Willow her pet cat, and Saint Bear her teddy-bear friend. When we sleep our dreams are powerful, so to are those of our children. Sharing stories of friendship , love hope and adventure, can inspire great moments for any child. This is my third story of Alice

Its night time now and time for sleep

I can’t close my eyes, because they weep

Today momma took me out with my Saint Bear

Saint Bear and I went everywhere...

Tonight momma opens the door and peeks inside

Alice looks up through very wet eyes

“Alice, please don’t cry daddy will find him soon”

Alice responds, “Saint Bear was lost since noon”

Momma comes in and holds Alice tight

“Go to sleep my dear, he will be home by daylight”.

She stays until Alice falls asleep

Places Micah at her side, and Willow at her feet

Away in her slumber Alice did dream

Saint Bear at a lightpole alone on the street

He was next to the flowers she bought to bring home

He was sitting there waiting, forgotten and alone

Saint Bear wonders if Alice dreams of him on this night

He hopes she will see him under the light

He lifts up a prayer, to be found in a her dreams

Then looks at the tall man across the street

A warm big hand lifts him and the flowers at his side

Then into the car, towards home he did ride

Momma took him, cleaned, then hugged him a bit

Carried him to Alice, and placed her arm around him

Alice awoke in the morning, to tell her momma her dream

Saw Saint Bear on her bed and started to scream

So happy was Alice, with her friends at her side

Micah the whale, Willow the cat and Saint Bear, she did smile

“I love you forever “she shouted with glee

"Thank you daddy we are all back together "

Alice’s family!

(Written for the 'Illustration challenge' by Dean Owen ...The Illustrator is his beautiful wife Lei Lei )

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Alice & The Tulip

Alice closed her eyes to wait for a dream

If I can think hard, I can make it be

As she drifts off her thoughts of summer are here

Lots of pretty flowers growing everywhere

She sees the red tulip, and it must be real

Summer is here, no snow to be seen

There is the table on the grass

Two chairs chairs to be found

Alice climbs the table, without making a sound

There on top is momma's coffee mug

With a red tulip inside

Why bother to leave, no need to hide

“Willow do come up” , she calls out to her cat

But he is trying to get up, wondering if he’s too fat

It won't hurt if I sit on the table

To see this flower up close

There will be no harm if it comes near to my nose.

The tulip tilts over ...then she hears the bee within

Won't be very happy if I end tonight

with an angry bee sting

Alice releases the tulip and she loses the dream

She awakes to the morning

Thinking, it seemed so real

As she goes to her window

Looking out on the lawn

There is momma’s mug on the table and

a red tulip on the ground

She stares in amazement

Wondering if it was real

Can I have been on that table

I do hope it was a dream!

As she mutters to herself, Willow rubs his tail on her clothes

O dear, there is mud on my ten little toes!

(Written for the 'Illustration challenge' by Dean Owen ...The Illustrator is his beautiful wife Lei Lei )

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Alice & The Stormy Dream

Her name was AliceAnd she was eight
Her room was her palace
Her dreams different place
Willow was her black cat
A tabby of course
Micah was her pet stuffed whale
With him she was never lost

One night as she lay asleepA thunderstorm crept into her dreams
She squeezed onto her stuffed Micah with willow at her heel
The bed seemed filled with water
The storm was raging fierce
All she could see was the horizon
As water covered her bed!

Micah sprung up to actionHe had to save his friend
He understood the water
And from where it all began
T’was Alice eating ice cream
She had hidden in her room
Willow was happy sharing
Even licking the spoon

He could hear her tummy roaringAs he told her to hold on
So he sped across the water
With Willow holding on tightly - hoping not to drown
As he got to their destination
Alice awoke with a thud
She gazed around at her room
And wondered about the flood

Alice looked at Micah and WillowAll three on the ground
Thankfully it was just a bad dream
No water to be found
“No more ice cream for me before bedtime “ Alice whispered
To her friends
It is good that Micah saved the day she thought
Best friends until the end...

(Written for the 'Illustration challenge' by Dean Owen ...The Illustrator is his beautiful wife Lei Lei )

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Donna-Luisa Eversley and D-WORDSLAYER, 2016. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Donna-Luisa Eversley and D-WORDSLAYER with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Bees and me ...in real life!

Beekeeping & Stings

This is the first of my reflections from experiences with bees...enjoy!

Bee Keeping is not for the faint-hearted. In fact when you get that first sting, if you are like me, then fifty shades of red will be color of your cheeks. I can still remember the sharp stab by that bee which followed me around as I flung my arms to and fro waving at it. The little bee probably thought I was engaging in a ritual war dance before attacking, and checked his Sun Tzu script. He was quiet, lulling me into a false sense of security, waiting for the unguarded moment to strike. For a brief moment I could not see him, I thought I was safe and suddenly … zap #%*# he got me!

The first sting hurts the most. I screamed, and swore the relationship with my then boyfriend – who ended up being the father of my children - was over! Alas the pain from that sting only made me stronger and wiser for the next one. I thought I was prepared and ...zap #%*# it happened again the following day. Thus I learnt about bees and hives, the smoker, the headgear and coveralls, and beekeeping in general.

I spent a lot of time with my Beekeeper boyfriend extracting the honey from the honeycomb and bottling the honey for sale. The commercial aspect of beekeeping to this day I find very appealing. Bees are feisty little creatures with a mind and function operating with full precision at all times. The golden honey produced is like a golden wrap, soft and sweet!

Beekeeping & Business

A beekeeping operation unlike a business does not require much supervision and maintenance. This operation relies on the Queen Bee aka leader setting up shop and all the workers assuming their position. Everyone who starts working understands there can only be one queen at a time. A successor is always there in waiting – they are tiny larvae which are supplied with nutrients from some worker bees. We can liken those worker bees who attend to the Queen Bee as the human resource department of a company. Their role is simply to ensure procreation by the Queen Bee takes place! A human resource department has a major core function – ensuring the company is well suitably staffed.

When the honey is removed from the hive starter wax trays are immediately inserted in frames to replace the ones removed. As in any operation, sometimes there are casualties in the change process. For many bees, they lose their lives as they try to fight to stay guarding the honeycomb. A good beekeeper tries to minimize the loss of lives, similar to a good leader in the organization. The beekeeper will use his smoker to protect himself and also to keep the bees calm, as the smoke soothes them. In the organization, the leader will try to soothe any worry and concerns arising from changes taking place in the organization.

Sometimes, there would be bees trapped in the coveralls and even in the honeycomb. It was important to be careful when handling everything after the beekeeper returned from the hive. Sometimes I would be stung by a sneaky bee, who knew death was imminent and chose to go out with a bang or rather a sting!

My experiences with bees spanned a five year period, during which time I grew to respect the organization skills and culture of their colonies. It is quite fascinating to be a bee, a blogging one after such a long time. The reproduction of culture and organization is quite interesting from my point of view.

beBee-ing Social

Just as bees are introduced into different territories and countries worldwide- so too has beBee.com - this Spanish Affinity branded network! Simply genius using this natural organisation bee structure as a professional/social template. The world's second widely used language combined with the first. Guess this makes beBee both number 1 &2 in languages!

Bees are needed worldwide to ensure pollination takes place. beBee honey producers are needed worldwide to ensure this quality honey is well replicated and reproduced. I’m keeping my honey social, and looking forward to the growth of beBee!

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DWordslayer

Artwork: Artistree -andrew.innocent@hotmail.com

Have a Happy Daddy Day!

His Death

My friends and bloggers, I could not let this day pass without sharing. In the past six weeks I have had the 'life challenges and triumphs' which I will share as I resume writing. Today, I thought to share my thoughts on being a DAD v Father, from my own life experiences...

My father died on 13^th June, 2013 of throat cancer.My birthday is 14th June, and his was 15th June. He died as he lived, secretly not wanting any of his children (all daughters) scattered around the world to know. He died with his wife of thirty years (not my mom) and their daughter (my sister by his seed) close to him. He died afraid, trying to keep his secrets yet knowing they would all come out. He was a man, who was influenced by material things, status and the facade of ‘living a good life.’

A fantasy & rejection

Growing up I loved the man I thought my father was. It is difficult for a child of five years old to understand divorce and life, when it changes from a happy place to anger. My earliest memory of my father is of shouting and a fight between him and my mom. When they separated, my reality and fantasy world meshed, and I saw my father as a hero and my mom as a stand-in parent. For many years I listened to hateful words and disparaging comments about my father, and his lack of love for us, his four daughters. It would be many years before I realized, my mom was not the villain, or a default parent – she was the rock, the heart and loving soul of parenthood.

When my father left us, my mother had a mental breakdown, the first of a few major ones. We were placed in the local orphanage run by the Catholic Church for six months, because she was a teacher at the catholic school. My father came to visit us there, on two occasions but never returned, because (as I would later discover) his new adventure and life ‘in London’ was now beginning.

My mother struggled with us financially, emotionally and yet she found the capacity to care for us, and raise us to be young women. My father was quite cunning and did eventually earn his fortunes, becoming quite wealthy. He never sent maintenance as agreed by the court of thirty pounds per month, and my mother loved him too much to make the practical decision to force his hand. He was a master at manipulation and deception and played on her emotions whenever she wrote to him.

Creating memories

In the last decade, I was able to visit my father at his home in London on my business trips, and tried to establish a relationship with him. He assumed if anyone knew of his wealth we would make a claim to it, and this was not so. Sadly all his daughters around the world (six on my last discovery) wanted was his love, and he died without having the capacity to give what he did not have.

It was a privilege to spend the times I did with him and his family after us. His wife was warm and kind as was my sister, before he died. Finally my fantasy father became real, dispelling a childhood creation, a false representation of the real person. I also saw quite briefly on a few occasions a look of remorse, quickly hidden by his bravado and sarcastic humor.

Reality hurts and relieves

There are a lot of negative emotions a child learns when rejected by a parent. However, there is a lot we learn about love from rejection, and the value of it. There is a lot to learn from dysfunctional relationships and the lack of core relationships, the biggest lesson being –not to dwell and reside in negative sadness!

I did not know my father, the man who for a short while loved my mother, married her, and then left us all. Father’s day reminds me of the hurt I felt when he died, because the opportunity and hope for a ‘dad’ died. I did grieve, cry and pray for him. We do not get to choose who our parents are, we come forth from a coupling and hopefully there is love. Can I love the man who did not know how to love us? Can I love the father who chose to pursue his dreams at any cost? Can I love someone who did not understand the value and responsibility of life? The answer to these questions is yes. I can love him because he was a part of my life’s journey. He was my father, but he failed to become my dad. He died without finding the most precious wealth of all on earth – the love of his daughters. He died quite poor.

Happy Father’s day, and to the Dad’s - Happy Daddy’s Day. It’s about being more than a father graduate and become a dad. Be the best dad!

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DWordslayer

Artwork: Artistree -andrew.innocent@hotmail.com

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Just thinking out loud...

Alice Goes To The Moon

Alice Walks The Plank

Alice & Saint Bear

Alice & The Tulip

Alice & The Stormy Dream

Bees and me ...in real life!

Beekeeping & Stings

Beekeeping & Business

beBee-ing Social

Have a Happy Daddy Day!

His Death

A fantasy & rejection

Creating memories

Reality hurts and relieves

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