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The games of ghosts and scares of the night Are never the ones I wanted to see. The howls of the wolves Or the cooing of the owls The stories in the dark With my sister holding the light Are haunted house visions that give me a fright.   The haunting music that signals a scare And the scary stories at bedtime were never my thing. My sister, however, was much braver than me Eagerly waiting for those shows on TV. She’d keep me up at all hours of the night, Enjoying my squirming, and always sudden flight.   Secretly though, I would happily give My big sister’s longing for moral support. She was always the happiest the scarier the tale. Yet with every review, I would find a way to bail. The haunted houses and stories are just not my thing But I love my big sister, so I stayed with my eyes closed – listening!   27/10/2021   Please share your thoughts, comments, emojis with me! There are no easy buttons but life sure works ...

Sometimes it’s hard to decide What treat it’s safe to eat. The chocolates And cheesecake slices Ice cream delights And biscuits Are ready and waiting for me. Yet, I pause a lot Because the calories I’m counting And gratification comes at a cost. Will my diet go haywire Will my discipline be derailed I’m still thinking what choice I will make.   However, in my mind I know it will be A frozen yogurt Of any flavor  I will choose. After the first bite And that delicious creamy taste It is the obvious decision on my plate. I don’t ever feel guilty Because with this treat My cravings are satisfied to the max. It’s the afterglow I get When my urges are met Thus, I’m sated, and elated Without wrath.   18/10/2021   Please share your thoughts, comments, emojis with me! There are no easy buttons but life sure works well with options! 😃😎😊😍👍😣🤦‍♀️   Eugi’sCauserie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem. ...

The memories connect the past and the present. Its an entire story, each life. Sometimes the paragraphs are years ongoing, and suddenly the last words are written. Time and life can seem long but there is a connector between the beginning and end. The connector joins each year seamlessly together, and therein lies our memories.   Let me Connect the years…   When I was six, my world seemed vast The swing was how I travelled fast. At ten and twelve I was ready to live my dreams Believing that my life would be all I wanted it to be. Then when sixteen came around, I left home in a rush My time here on earth was a card game holding a straight flush. Well soon enough came eighteen, with a baby on the way Life had many challenges I was preparing to slay. At twenty had two sons, and wishful dreams of ever after, Five years later those dreams were a disaster! The struggle was real, then I turned twenty-eight, My daughter was brewing, a beautiful baby on ...

  I love flowers. They are such a frivolous loving gesture with no practical thought of what could be done with the money; and the few times I have received them it has been one of the best feelings being on the receiving end. Yes, flowers can get me going -smile- and I remember gazing at bouquets delivered to the ladies at work with envy, happiness and sadness. Well, I did get some flowers, and you can read about it below-  Give me flowers!   “Flowers look nice They looked great on the table next to my own Wished there was a bunch to take home They did not belong to me                                                                                    Yet I enjoyed them immensely One single bouquet for me to gaze upon Given by my colleagues, with ...

                                      The past is never what it appears to be Weighing pros and cons from my reverie. The things gone by are a lesson for life, Moving on with a future, uncertain of luck or strife. As I reflect upon the things, I did in my past These reflections are deep Sometimes showing up for contrast.   Though I try to keep them from coming forward It’s a struggle to not think of how things can have power This journey I walk is always alone For this very reason, ensured I have a home. Reflecting on things I have not managed yet to do Is a reminder that regrets sometimes - do follow you.   I’ve always wanted to be the best mother I could be Not sure if you asked my kids, if they would agree. There is never a day when I’ve forgotten my role As a mother is forever, all over the world. They are older, and no longer holding onto ...

Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Jiawei Qian   A Canopy of Faith Which I profess My life is a story Of the times, I’ve been blessed. A childhood of joy, mirrored with some pain and sadness But there is always my hope My life in this world.   There are very few times My faith has not been tested Indeed, but for my beloved Jesus My heart would not have rested. This canopy of hope has resulted from my faith The lessons from life Proved my God is great.   I’m covered by a canopy Which keeps me safe at night Giving me protection Cloaking with its light. As my destiny unfolds Let me share this with you Jesus Christ is a canopy; for me and for you. 02/04/2021 Thank you for stopping by. Please share your thoughts with a word or a few - emojis are easy when they're coming from you 😃 ...👍👎😊😐💓🙋😎🌺👊 Eugi's Causerie weekly prompt is inspiration for this poem. Copyright ©2021 Dwordslayer & Donna-Luisa Eversley. All Rights Reserved. ...

  Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Marek Okon You got me stumped, Now I must think. How can I even contemplate, the idea of swirling? Its either an ice-cream being swirled in a mix, Or maybe it’s some plasticine, Made from rows of colored sticks? I’m not sure if I got this one, And I’m not sure if I can see, If anything around can swirl into my brain, Just to make sense of this word ‘swirl’ for me.   At first I thought maybe its dancing, With my skirt swirling around my knees, But suddenly realized I’d fall flat on my face If some swirling really took place! Considering next a few splashes of paint Thrown on a paper to create a design, Suddenly that swirl made a lot of sense Understanding right before my eyes. So okay Eugenia, think I’ve got a writing plan And a way to take swirl ‘mainstream’. Kindly make it a little easier, for me to think again Cause this one, is hodgepodge on my screen!   26/03/2021 Thank You for stopping ...

  Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Hedi Benyounes Raced up the hill to look outside To see the rainbow colors which cannot hide The grass was wet And down I rolled Beyond my house Far down the narrow road. The birds looked on Chirping in delight The dogs stepped aside To see my disaster flight. The sun shifted past the clouds Exclaiming with glee Come out and let’s play And bring your family! As I landed at the bottom of the hill, Lay on my back, For a moment very still. Gazing up at the sky,  It was simply wonderful to see The rainbow was looking right down at me. What a beautiful sight As the birds made their songs, The puppy and the frogs All jumped up and down. Contentment and joy Descended from above, Softly whispering to me, Here is the rainbow you love! 20/03/2021   Thank you for stopping by. Share your thoughts with a word or few, emojis are easy when its coming from you 👍💓👎😊😎😐🙋👊 Stay awesome. Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem. ...

  Dream Catcher and the Prince Standing above I look at my prince fast asleep. He’s one of my favorites His dreams are memories. The moments he misses With mist filled eyes. A million little kisses From his mom when alive. Dreamcatcher, I am Holder of dreams Happiness and danger And other things that are unseen. I stretch my hand to guide The light towards my charge It’s a wonder he’s even sleeping His happiness is a mirage. Subconsciously my prince knows Sun comes out after rain Hidden deep in his heart He dreams of his mother again. Digging deep into his sleep And my Dreamcatcher’s nest I’m searching for memories To help him find rest. The Dreamcatchers goal Is to help happiness unfold Taking him to God For his mother to hold. His memories feel sadly real And this night will require a disguise I’m hoping his memory mother will visit To hold him till it’s time to arise. I send my silver net Filled with his tears and dreams She whispers to him Telling wonderful stories. As I look a...

Photo Credits: Unsplash.com/Thomas Shellberg  Design by Author A Moon Wolf’s Tale Adventure lurks In the still of the night Hidden beneath that silver moon light The cry of the animals Wild and the tame Awaiting the return of Moon wolf for his game. He has lived his life Protecting the others In the still of the night He is unlike his brothers His story as told Was a change in his ways A Moon wolf never hated Hidden in night’s maze.   The birds did whisper About that fateful night When the creatures all shuddered From a terrible fight The men came with guns and pistols for war Chasing the woman and a little baby boy. As they cornered her and the lad Near the caves by the tree With nowhere to run No hope to flee Our jumped a moon wolf With his eyes on some prey The woman and the child he never did slay. Running quite afraid, they dropped guns and did flee Leaving the two souls At the caves by the tree.   The legend of the night And the lives that were saved Changed the hea...

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So here is the deal my friends. Today is the start of another year and I thought a story was in order. I'm not sure how long it will take to get to the end, or what the end will be, but it is loosely based on a real story. I'm not sure if it is a love story though it seems to have started that way. What I can say is, this story is about relationships. Let's jump in and get started. Prologue: The Water The water splashed making a sound as a head went under. The waves rose around indicating there was no more silence. Looking up their eyes met and connected, the laughter rose between them as they shared a stolen moment across the watery divide. Dolphins mate like humans. They can show emotion through the senses, like a man and a woman feeling an immediate attraction. The mating game can start with sounds or noises which resonate between the pair of dolphins as they smell the scent of lust. Then words spoken are clicks laced with gestures and flirting, dancing like...

To"beBee" or To beBee  that is the question? Well friends, I'm sure by now you may have heard about a new social media platform called beBee.    This social media site originates from Spain and has buzzed its way to the Top of my social media listing. In fact, when you like something a lot you want to see it grow. Like an adopted child I've embraced this website and its 'affinity style' of being social. The owners have made it their business to be around, and they are quite good at being present.   This beBee affinity social media network embraces its followers, and bloggers. To grow they've been letting the people who are using the site promote the site - and have appointed Ambassadors over the months from their international blogging community. Yes, we love this so much we are helping folks we have only met online grow this community - so this is international integration and affinity!    As the world continues to build international ...

A small thought can lead to the profound… This morning  while sharing some thoughts on my childhood with two of my children, I looked at myself in the mirror. I have a pair of glasses which I consider ‘googlers’. These spectacles are not my favorite, but they have the most features. I could not find my sunshades and resorted to their photo-grade feature of darkening with the sun. Thus began this whimsical conversation as I asked, “How did Google decide on the name google,  I wonder if they were thinking of googlers?” My son and daughter looked at me mystified and wary of how I would respond to this rhetorical question? I have this strange habit when I’m thinking to ask and answer questions all at once. Then of course a historical moment of reminiscing, brought forth the following; “When I was at school we called some spectacles ‘googlers’. Googlers were the type of frames and lenses which brill...

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 da...