tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65494064422407100112012-02-10T16:11:03.993-08:00Patsy's Words of Wisdom.Sharing poems and stories and the occasional wise word!Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.comBlogger486125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-38634747921858205402012-01-24T19:15:00.000-08:002012-01-24T19:15:38.740-08:002012-01-24T19:15:38.740-08:00Sometimes I Wish Upon All the Stars...<span style="font-size: large;"> " Poets wish to profit or to please. "&nbsp;</span><div><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp; &nbsp;- Horace</span><div><br /> </div><div>* * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostics Only-</a> Acrostic Haiku</div><div><br /> </div><div>Due</div><div><br /> </div><div>days of love are past</div><div>un-done jeans cradle new life</div><div>eager babe labors</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-24-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div>* * * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuZVb_cyxLQ/Tx9jMLjkrCI/AAAAAAAAGCo/4JDc3EmmGBg/s1600/198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuZVb_cyxLQ/Tx9jMLjkrCI/AAAAAAAAGCo/4JDc3EmmGBg/s400/198.JPG" width="303" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/category/limerick-haiku-seeds/">Mad Kane's Limerick ~ Offs</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>A Gated Limerick</div><div><br /> </div><div>a gal with a very full plate</div><div>decided to leave love to fate</div><div>she had a ten year plan</div><div>and a sexy pool-man</div><div>at her house on the hill upstate</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-23-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><a href="http://grandmas-goulash.info/">Succinctly Yours Week 44</a></div><div><br /> </div>Succinctly Yours offers a weekly photo and word as inspiration for your&nbsp;micro-fiction. How low can you go? Choose the 140 character or 140 word option.&nbsp;This weeks word is Bluster...<div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyz7pM7RplA/Tx9m5MLkY0I/AAAAAAAAGCw/dNaqANuVf6k/s1600/SY_Jan23-254x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyz7pM7RplA/Tx9m5MLkY0I/AAAAAAAAGCw/dNaqANuVf6k/s320/SY_Jan23-254x300.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div><br /> </div></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><div>Always more bluster than bully,&nbsp;</div><div>Jack stood&nbsp;quietly while his&nbsp;</div><div>saddle was adjusted.</div><div>It was his sister, Jenny,&nbsp;</div><div>that was an ass.</div></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>{126 Characters }</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/">3 Word Wednesday- </a>&nbsp;downhill/ freak/ sliver</div><div><br /> </div><div>The Faintest Flicker</div><div><br /> </div><div>sitting across from you&nbsp;</div><div>I struggle to control the beast</div><div>inside of me..</div><div><br /> </div><div>I want to scream and yell</div><div>that this is not all that there is..</div><div><br /> </div><div>I want to lecture about freaks</div><div>and downhill spirals and blessings</div><div>that take ballet and learn to play the organ..</div><div><br /> </div><div>but for the life of me I can not choke</div><div>the joy that I see in your eyes..</div><div>and for just one second .. I too&nbsp;</div><div>caress&nbsp;a sliver of hope...</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-23-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/">Carry on Tuesday-</a> "Is that all there is?"</div><div><a href="http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/">Trifecta week #11</a>- Beast-&nbsp;something formidably difficult to control or deal with</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Thanks for stopping by tonight.. I welcome both comments and followers..</div><div>Have a great day!</div><div>Patsy</div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-3863474792185820540?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as57Tur0_V0tyO4oTfpeYedVyUc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as57Tur0_V0tyO4oTfpeYedVyUc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as57Tur0_V0tyO4oTfpeYedVyUc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as57Tur0_V0tyO4oTfpeYedVyUc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/g2lBjzo2nIE" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com12http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-i-wish-upon-all-stars.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-7886353801190736272012-01-23T21:18:00.000-08:002012-01-23T21:18:25.528-08:002012-01-23T21:18:25.528-08:00Yes I Heard a Drizzle..." And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow. "&nbsp;<div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;~ Gilbert K. Chesterton<br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365- </a>&nbsp;Week 3</div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu2KpWSSZT4/Tx4ijt1mEoI/AAAAAAAAGCI/ABkNvvADGMU/s1600/oldstuff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu2KpWSSZT4/Tx4ijt1mEoI/AAAAAAAAGCI/ABkNvvADGMU/s400/oldstuff.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Quotography- Sadness</div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XaFAwfdm6nk/Tx4l17E6kwI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Wu_N7rSGFvg/s1600/DSCN0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XaFAwfdm6nk/Tx4l17E6kwI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Wu_N7rSGFvg/s400/DSCN0181.JPG" width="336" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><br /> <br /> " They say it's better to bury <br /> your sadness in a graveyard or <br /> garden that waits for the spring <br /> to wake from its sleep and <br /> burst into green. " <br /> <br /> ~ Conor Oberst<div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">= = = = = =</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.freshmommyblog.com/">Sunday Citar ~</a> Right Now.. &nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwPS3YQfBl0/Tx4rJRAiVEI/AAAAAAAAGCY/epUdYlczDm4/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwPS3YQfBl0/Tx4rJRAiVEI/AAAAAAAAGCY/epUdYlczDm4/s400/010.JPG" width="281" /></a></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><span style="background-color: white; 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text-align: left;"><em style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><br /> </em></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><em style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><br /> </em></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><em style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><br /> </em></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><em style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><br /> </em></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><em style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><br /> </em></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><em style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><br /> </em></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;">" With the past, I have nothing to do;</span></div>nor with the future. I live now."<br /> - Ralph Waldo Emerson<div><br /> </div><div>= = = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales 101</a></div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGRDFYzRC28/Tx4txm_AatI/AAAAAAAAGCg/2mPSxGiB3uY/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGRDFYzRC28/Tx4txm_AatI/AAAAAAAAGCg/2mPSxGiB3uY/s320/image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>Duties</div><div><br /> </div><div>carefully folded</div><div>she scrubs floors&nbsp;with tattered rags ~</div><div>sandalwood&nbsp;smolders</div><div><br /> </div><div>slave to his passions ~&nbsp;</div><div>beneath her silken sari</div><div>burning hatred grows</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-23-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/">Haiku My Heart-</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>Faith</div><div><br /> </div><div>tiptoe through the rain</div><div>arms flung wide open .. &nbsp;eyes smile</div><div>all things possible</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-23-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith #325- open</a></div><div><a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights #103 Tiptoe</a></div><div><a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribblings #303- Possible</a></div><div><a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">One Single Impression #204- smile</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome both comments and followers...&nbsp;</div><div>Have a great day!</div><div>Patsy</div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-788635380119073627?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mZ1OxJJ3jZJHW2jj_Z7QX8qveQw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mZ1OxJJ3jZJHW2jj_Z7QX8qveQw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mZ1OxJJ3jZJHW2jj_Z7QX8qveQw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mZ1OxJJ3jZJHW2jj_Z7QX8qveQw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/eaETwlYeqrg" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com10http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2012/01/yes-i-heard-drizzle.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-12878376464415641862012-01-16T19:30:00.000-08:002012-01-16T19:30:50.716-08:002012-01-16T19:30:50.716-08:00A Late Supper..." Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase. "<br /> ~ Martin Luther King Jr.<div><br /> </div><div>* * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://livinglifeinpa.blogspot.com/">Quotography- &nbsp;</a></div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nht_TNOL25U/TxTeXYiBSaI/AAAAAAAAF_A/8Glrn4s83iQ/s1600/metal+trees+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nht_TNOL25U/TxTeXYiBSaI/AAAAAAAAF_A/8Glrn4s83iQ/s400/metal+trees+004.JPG" width="286" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div>" The pine stays green in winter...&nbsp;<div>&nbsp; &nbsp; wisdom in hardship. "&nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;~ Norman Douglas</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.freshmommyblog.com/">Sunday Citar-&nbsp;</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>* * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/">Haiku My Heart</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>Hibernation</div><div><br /> </div><div>swirling snow welcomes&nbsp;</div><div>twenty ninth day of Winter~</div><div>I cover my head</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-16-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div>* * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365- a Photo Every day!</a></div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOIHN4_zx4I/TxTiZv__M3I/AAAAAAAAF_I/coGOpDPCF3I/s1600/mosaicade657f522f1f32f9b1f4962f2a8595ef84a4c0d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOIHN4_zx4I/TxTiZv__M3I/AAAAAAAAF_I/coGOpDPCF3I/s400/mosaicade657f522f1f32f9b1f4962f2a8595ef84a4c0d.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZweD6LsNdY8/TxTic4WKvEI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/eR_xh3uioQQ/s1600/photo+strip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZweD6LsNdY8/TxTic4WKvEI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/eR_xh3uioQQ/s400/photo+strip.jpg" width="101" /></a><br /> <div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>* * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales-</a></div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hxGtmZ4adQ/TxTjnMUfbsI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/dhp0-qtWw50/s1600/taylor%252C+jason+decaires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hxGtmZ4adQ/TxTjnMUfbsI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/dhp0-qtWw50/s400/taylor%252C+jason+decaires.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>Beach Babe-</div><div><br /> </div><div>standing on the sand</div><div>she lifts her face to the sun</div><div>silverfish darts by</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-16-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Thanks for stopping by today.. I welcome both comments and followers..&nbsp;</div><div>Have a great day!</div><div>Patsy</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-1287837646441564186?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ELAGs8XqmvPB1u7PQOiZokwIPxM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ELAGs8XqmvPB1u7PQOiZokwIPxM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ELAGs8XqmvPB1u7PQOiZokwIPxM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ELAGs8XqmvPB1u7PQOiZokwIPxM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/yuSbVXpF8U4" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com8http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2012/01/late-supper.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-36898902930095414522012-01-09T22:15:00.000-08:002012-01-09T22:15:51.557-08:002012-01-09T22:15:51.557-08:00A New Year.. New Adventures..." Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul; the blueprints of your ultimate achievements. " ~ Napoleon Hill<div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365- Week #1</a></div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsCVheLpZxo/TwvNC7dPo0I/AAAAAAAAF4w/_usKOAnpuZA/s1600/mosaica3dbc1293d74174b4aa47e48fbe8181afb198820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsCVheLpZxo/TwvNC7dPo0I/AAAAAAAAF4w/_usKOAnpuZA/s400/mosaica3dbc1293d74174b4aa47e48fbe8181afb198820.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/">Haiku My Heart-&nbsp;</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>Warmth</div><div><br /> </div><div>gibbous moon waxing</div><div>winter's wind a lonesome groan~</div><div>hot embers beckon</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>1-9-2012</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Thanks for stopping by my world today.. I welcome both comments and followers..</div><div>Have a great day!</div><div>Patsy</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-3689890293009541452?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ul9wpheXCIShYpshw2iN4yqE6A0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ul9wpheXCIShYpshw2iN4yqE6A0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ul9wpheXCIShYpshw2iN4yqE6A0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ul9wpheXCIShYpshw2iN4yqE6A0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/QYHdREWNyaU" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com5http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-adventures.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-30508005817658968942011-12-12T17:57:00.000-08:002011-12-12T17:57:26.802-08:002011-12-12T17:57:26.802-08:00It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?"<br /> - John Steinbeck<br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365 - a Photo a Day!</a><br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQO58s8Pwnw/TuasG0ruP5I/AAAAAAAAFuk/GgWDel1pwXg/s1600/041.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQO58s8Pwnw/TuasG0ruP5I/AAAAAAAAFuk/GgWDel1pwXg/s640/041.JPG" /></a><br /> <br /> = = = = = =</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A Woman's Scorn</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sweet temper rises</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">goosebumps in December wind</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">slapped cheek reddens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">12-12-2011</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">= = = = =</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Familiar Gossip</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="clear: both;"><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">trusted confidant<br /> wiggles digits<br /> <br /> my sins<br /> a heavy burden<br /> <br /> for a speechless man<br /> to bear</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9-7-2011</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">= = = = =</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Skinny Dipping</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">foolish man's folly</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">boxers are flag pole hoisted</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">photographs follow</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8-17-2011</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">= = = = =</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yen</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tavern windows glow</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">golden against winter drifts</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fried pies scent the night</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</span></div><div class="content richp" role="main"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8-18-2011</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">= = = = =</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thanks for stopping by.. I hope you enjoyed your visit.. I welcome both comments</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and followers.. Have a great day!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Patsy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> <br /> <br /> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-3050800581765896894?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MAw-2NcdtXXb13egnDsIPGfwacM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MAw-2NcdtXXb13egnDsIPGfwacM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MAw-2NcdtXXb13egnDsIPGfwacM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MAw-2NcdtXXb13egnDsIPGfwacM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/PirdeGECGUY" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com0http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-1269435555006292692011-11-29T19:35:00.000-08:002011-11-29T19:35:10.357-08:002011-11-29T19:35:10.357-08:00A Nasty Dreary Day for My Birthday!" No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader."<br /> - Robert Frost<div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365- A Photo Every Day...</a></div><div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnmGWRctWxU/TtWev3MTCII/AAAAAAAAFss/k-TrVW7jJIc/s1600/DSCN7001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnmGWRctWxU/TtWev3MTCII/AAAAAAAAFss/k-TrVW7jJIc/s400/DSCN7001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales-</a></div></div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJUTwnxVkv4/TtWg6aJaCZI/AAAAAAAAFs0/jWO5PxhQxio/s1600/sofa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJUTwnxVkv4/TtWg6aJaCZI/AAAAAAAAFs0/jWO5PxhQxio/s400/sofa.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>Treasure</div><div><br /> </div><div>dirty red divan</div><div>what secrets could you disclose~</div><div>grizzly hobo snores</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>11-29-59</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Vacation</div><div><br /> </div><div>creation restores</div><div>the weary out-of-towners ~</div><div>cheerful locals bank</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By:&nbsp;Patricia&nbsp;Sawyer</div><div>11-27-2011</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>I Write</div><div><br /> </div><div>weary old night owl</div><div>slumbering the day away</div><div>lonely missus pens</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>11-28-2011</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Bonfire</div><div><br /> </div><div>trees almost naked</div><div>shudder in November wind</div><div>sacred smoke rings rise</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By:&nbsp;Patricia&nbsp;Sawyer</div><div>11-24-2011</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = = =</div><div>Thanks for stopping by .. I welcome both comments and followers..&nbsp;</div><div>Have a&nbsp;wonderful&nbsp;day..&nbsp;</div><div>Patsy</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-126943555500629269?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5w4vB7gmDxfJRDG5s1mpIbISjc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5w4vB7gmDxfJRDG5s1mpIbISjc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5w4vB7gmDxfJRDG5s1mpIbISjc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5w4vB7gmDxfJRDG5s1mpIbISjc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/yoSwRgIkG34" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com8http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/nasty-dreary-day-for-my-birthday.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-60154918679160646222011-11-16T20:38:00.000-08:002011-11-16T20:38:37.064-08:002011-11-16T20:38:37.064-08:00The Lightening Show was Awesome..." Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!" <br /> - Omar Khayyám<br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1100940135">Project</a><a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"> 365-</a> a Photo a Day!<br /> <br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODhqgvpWY8Y/TsR6OUnOmLI/AAAAAAAAFp0/uM-MPRD8ucE/s1600/%257B05C88F56-9CC8-4F5C-B62B-4C0BCA24CB61%257D-IM000891.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODhqgvpWY8Y/TsR6OUnOmLI/AAAAAAAAFp0/uM-MPRD8ucE/s400/%257B05C88F56-9CC8-4F5C-B62B-4C0BCA24CB61%257D-IM000891.JPG" /></a><br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Haiku Wednesday</a>- meditate<br /> <br /> <br /> Tempest<br /> <br /> quiet meditation<br /> motionless self harmony<br /> cleansing teardrops fall<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-16-2011<br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostics Only</a><br /> <br /> Preach<br /> <br /> Praises <br /> Raised<br /> Enthusiastically<br /> All <br /> Commandments<br /> Hollered!<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-16-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8-8tvwSYLU/TsSKQl_nrzI/AAAAAAAAFp8/srIgd27pxwI/s1600/30.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8-8tvwSYLU/TsSKQl_nrzI/AAAAAAAAFp8/srIgd27pxwI/s320/30.jpg" /></a><br /> <br /> <a href="http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2011/11/13/wordle-30/">The Sunday Whirl-</a> Wordle #30<br /> <a href="http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2011/11/16/prompt-80-its-post-your-poems-day/">We Write Poems -</a> Prompt #80<br /> <br /> Pamela Sayers asked us to gather a minimum of twelve words, then write little snapshots in response to each word. Each small “poemlet” could stand on its’ own or perhaps have some relationship to the rest... as usual I have combined a few meme's to write what my heart and soul believed in.. <br /> <br /> <br /> A Dozen Thoughts<br /> <br /> what impetus moves the bees<br /> diligently.. sweetly<br /> <br /> justifiable vindication..declared <br /> my middle finger stands..<br /> <br /> eloquent words sputtered<br /> the Holy Book pounding the podium<br /> <br /> no solace for the sinners<br /> no cuddles for me<br /> <br /> friendship swivels<br /> on a tightrope with no balance<br /> <br /> motionless I stand<br /> but the chirping birds pass me by<br /> <br /> pretty pink coral smoothed<br /> deep in my blue jean pocket<br /> <br /> rapidly the world spins on<br /> no worries no worries man<br /> <br /> point at your brother<br /> homeless needy despairing<br /> <br /> stand tall Samaritan<br /> your strength is in the weary<br /> <br /> the cleaning lady giggles<br /> effortlessly attracting consideration<br /> <br /> Ahhh... Another lunch hour has escaped me<br /> while I was giving my life some thought<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-16-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/">3 Word Wednesday-</a>&nbsp;impetus&nbsp;/ solace / vindication<div><a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith-</a> Lunch<br /> <br /> = = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome both comments and followers..&nbsp;</div><div>Have a great day!</div><div>Patsy<br /> <br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-6015491867916064622?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XJGzKC6y9yvneraP7tPGYeUKKPE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XJGzKC6y9yvneraP7tPGYeUKKPE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XJGzKC6y9yvneraP7tPGYeUKKPE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XJGzKC6y9yvneraP7tPGYeUKKPE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/TPgaOgoOPaI" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com6http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/lightening-show-was-awesome.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-48666081432157978202011-11-15T17:42:00.000-08:002011-11-15T17:42:32.034-08:002011-11-15T17:42:32.034-08:00Cooking on a New Stove?" Wisdom too often never comes, and so one ought not to reject it merely because it comes late. "&nbsp;<div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ~ Felix Frankfurter<br /> <br /> = = = = = <br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365- </a> a Photo a Day..!.. <br /> <br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHRow5h-xNA/TsKgIaWuWDI/AAAAAAAAFoc/F8FT17gxuH0/s1600/DSCN6625.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHRow5h-xNA/TsKgIaWuWDI/AAAAAAAAFoc/F8FT17gxuH0/s400/DSCN6625.JPG" /></a><br /> <br /> Woodpecker's Smorgasbord <br /> <br /> = = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostics Only</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>Lollipop</div><div><br /> </div><div>little</div><div>ones</div><div>love&nbsp;</div><div>lollies</div><div>I</div><div>prefer</div><div>orange</div><div>please!</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>11-15-2011</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>* * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div>Leg</div><div><br /> </div><div>leap linger or lead</div><div>exercise, escort or edge</div><div>grunt or gasp... just GO..</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>11-15-2011</div><div><br /> </div><div>* * * * *</div><div><br /> </div><div>Hello</div><div><br /> </div><div>his woman called out a hello</div><div>entering back doors she would go</div><div>led along by her man</div><div>life was one foolish plan</div><div>only fights each night in jello</div><div><br /> </div><div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div>11-15-2011</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://grandmas-goulash.info/">Succinctly Yours </a>- serene<br /> <br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMcRPPVNHv0/TsKhxrnHnrI/AAAAAAAAFok/NP978VLAvN4/s1600/SY_Nov14.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMcRPPVNHv0/TsKhxrnHnrI/AAAAAAAAFok/NP978VLAvN4/s400/SY_Nov14.jpg" /></a><br /> <br /> The Dud<br /> <br /> He lived in a blue house and owned a blue boat.&nbsp;</div><div>He did yoga for God's sake. She expected life to be serene.&nbsp;</div><div>No more speed dating for her. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(138)</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Thanks for stopping by my world today.. I pray you enjoyed your visit here..&nbsp;</div><div>I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a great day!</div><div>Patsy</div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-4866608143215797820?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6FpQMkd1UGp1gcyfb2X7qDkZY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6FpQMkd1UGp1gcyfb2X7qDkZY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6FpQMkd1UGp1gcyfb2X7qDkZY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6FpQMkd1UGp1gcyfb2X7qDkZY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/QINeDcWH6IQ" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com1http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/cooking-on-new-stove.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-51035053356371239242011-11-14T19:59:00.000-08:002011-11-14T19:59:49.826-08:002011-11-14T19:59:49.826-08:00Monday.. a Good Day.." Worrying is less work than doing something to fix the worry. Everyone wants to save the earth, nobody wants to help mom with the dishes. " - P. J. O'Rourke<br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365-</a><br /> <br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPoulB3Smxg/TsHcsT8OVqI/AAAAAAAAFoM/huCwwC8JNd8/s1600/DSCN6746.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPoulB3Smxg/TsHcsT8OVqI/AAAAAAAAFoM/huCwwC8JNd8/s400/DSCN6746.JPG" /></a><br /> <br /> Dave wonders how much this big guy eats in a day.. I wonder if Dave will let me have one?<br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie on Monday</a><br /> <br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zC-WuB9xaaM/TsHfABlD53I/AAAAAAAAFoU/M7MaoLtlV1Y/s1600/CHAIRS.jpeg"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zC-WuB9xaaM/TsHfABlD53I/AAAAAAAAFoU/M7MaoLtlV1Y/s320/CHAIRS.jpeg" /></a><br /> <br /> <br /> Enduring<br /> <br /> sweet passions fleeting<br /> no seed of love to take hold<br /> hourglass obsessions<br /> <br /> life is good to me<br /> your dream is my command<br /> till all chairs empty<br /> <br /> hate quick to muster<br /> from the fountain I have drank<br /> unhitched from grace<br /> <br /> grains of sand timing<br /> desperate souls dance with joy<br /> sweet passions fleeting<br /> <br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-14-2011<br /> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1943804266"></a><br /> <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Haiku Wednesday-</a> fleeting<br /> <a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribbling #293</a> - life is good<br /> <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights #94- obsession</a><br /> <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">One Single Impression #194</a> - Hourglass<br /> <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/">3 Word Wednesday-</a> drank / hitch / muster<br /> <br /> = = = = =<div><br /> <br /> The Ride<div><br /> waking bruised and weary<br /> a nightmare on my mind<br /> I had peddled all night long<br /> as Grandma perched behind<br /> up and down the hills we flew<br /> to places far and near<br /> I’d just set down to ponder all<br /> when the Telephone bell I hear<br /> My Grandma had favor<br /> and asks me please please please<br /> to check my new banana seat<br /> for what had had skinned her knees..<br /> <br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-08-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> = = = = =</div><div><br /> Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome both comments and followers..<br /> Have a great day!<br /> Patsy<br /> <br /> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-5103505335637123924?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3964gJ90N2ydRTOTQVR7CV_hFa0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3964gJ90N2ydRTOTQVR7CV_hFa0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3964gJ90N2ydRTOTQVR7CV_hFa0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3964gJ90N2ydRTOTQVR7CV_hFa0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/LmvmY9unQz8" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com9http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday-good-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-4451741376271349342011-11-08T18:46:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:46:02.409-08:002011-11-08T18:46:02.409-08:00Tuesday.. As Good a Day as I have Seen.." In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged."<br /> - Hans Nouwens<br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365-</a> a Photo a Day<br /> <br /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4LAGp_J9_M/Trm6_JAG2KI/AAAAAAAAFjc/6hYyij5NJdQ/s1600/DSCN6346.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4LAGp_J9_M/Trm6_JAG2KI/AAAAAAAAFjc/6hYyij5NJdQ/s640/DSCN6346.JPG" /></a><br /> <br /> It's Christmas for the dogs at the Super-Center... <br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/category/limerick-haiku-seeds/">Made Kane's Limerick Offs</a><br /> <br /> <br /> <u>Oh Butler... Where are You?</u><br /> <br /> a fellow was famous worldwide<br /> until it was found that he lied<br /> his name was defaced<br /> his shame was showcased<br /> the butler made off with his bride<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-08-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/">Carry On Tuesday #130- </a>"Where Are You?"<br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://grandmas-goulash.info/">Succinctly Yours Week 33</a>- <br /> <br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pU7a_sBUOME/TrnfwIbgxMI/AAAAAAAAFjk/Lc3IAOvtkBI/s1600/SY_Nov7.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pU7a_sBUOME/TrnfwIbgxMI/AAAAAAAAFjk/Lc3IAOvtkBI/s320/SY_Nov7.jpg" /></a><br /> <br /> Though the sun was hot and the dresses repugnant.. dancing with Sarah was nothing new.. But Papa would die if he found out about the pole..<br /> <br /> = = = = =<div><br /> Thanks for stopping by today.. I welcome both comments and followers.. <br /> Have a great day!<br /> Patsy<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-445174137627134934?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wn16Ikne006r56w3Z4wZaRciFQM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wn16Ikne006r56w3Z4wZaRciFQM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wn16Ikne006r56w3Z4wZaRciFQM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wn16Ikne006r56w3Z4wZaRciFQM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/7T1Ph2BDsSw" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com3http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/tuesday-as-good-day-as-i-have-seen.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-60452178145676939942011-11-07T16:52:00.000-08:002011-11-07T16:52:53.058-08:002011-11-07T16:52:53.058-08:00Monday.. This New Time Makes Me Tired..!.." Secrecy, once accepted, becomes an addiction." - Edward Teller<br /> <br /> = = = = =<div><br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365</a>- a Photo Every day!<br /> <br /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxUe7KX8myE/Trhv7gJ1P-I/AAAAAAAAFiE/6er97t7Zd14/s1600/053.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxUe7KX8myE/Trhv7gJ1P-I/AAAAAAAAFiE/6er97t7Zd14/s400/053.JPG" /></a><br /> <br /> " Friends are the sunshine of life. "<br /> &nbsp; &nbsp;- John Hay</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.freshmommyblog.com/">Sunday Citar</a></div><div><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Six Word Saturday</a></div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a></div><div><br /> </div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htNsRGqwkYo/TragH_VZd0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/1wg8HRFJKNQ/s400/017a.jpg" /><br /> <br /> <br /> Death’s Catch<br /> <br /> mystery excels<br /> I dare not salute your grave<br /> you were but to fish<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-07-2011<div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-7#">2011 Chapbook Challenge Day 7</a>- what won't wait?&nbsp;</div><div><a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights #93-</a> mystery</div><div><a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesday</a>- excel</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-6#comment-96010">2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge- Day 6-</a> Addiction</div><div><br /> Beloved Thou Art Gone<br /> <br /> Hot tears break and burn<br /> thoughts of bitter things<br /> Solitude smothers<br /> empty broken vows</div><div>Is it love that I have known<br /> Lonesome nightingales sing<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-07-2011</div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-5#comment-96045">2011 November Chapbook Challenge Day 5-</a> Something Broken</div><div><br /> </div><div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Aftermath</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">&nbsp;</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">lace curtains flutter</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">pink garden tub tops the heap</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">cadaver dog climbs</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">&nbsp;</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">&nbsp;</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: small;">11-7-2011</div></div><div><br /> </div><div>= = = = =</div><div><br /> </div><div>Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome comments and followers..</div><div>Have a wonderful day!</div><div>Patsy</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-6045217814567693994?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nbU-Xm2AKZdgjyleqKfGH4DEBgY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nbU-Xm2AKZdgjyleqKfGH4DEBgY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nbU-Xm2AKZdgjyleqKfGH4DEBgY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nbU-Xm2AKZdgjyleqKfGH4DEBgY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/RpOpqn4MY9w" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com9http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday-this-new-time-makes-me-tired.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-62977879800857575992011-11-04T18:20:00.000-07:002011-11-04T18:21:19.165-07:002011-11-04T18:21:19.165-07:00Cooler.. But A Good Day!" T<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">he best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up." &nbsp;- Mark Twain</span></i><br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_813416932">Project 365</a><a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">-</a> A Photo a Day<br /> <br /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUfBm1zHs4s/TrRv0CuRpQI/AAAAAAAAFbk/5gsh6WLW3ok/s1600/DSCN2441.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUfBm1zHs4s/TrRv0CuRpQI/AAAAAAAAFbk/5gsh6WLW3ok/s400/DSCN2441.JPG" /></a><br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-3#comment-95044">2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge-</a> Day 3<br /> <br /> <u>Besotted</u><br /> <br /> It is sort of like fishing<br /> you gather bait.. set the hook<br /> Then you reel them in..<br /> wait where did I leave my pole?<br /> <br /> Pole cats.. Pole ax.. Pole vault too..<br /> that was my second career choice<br /> Ballet was my first.. but... <br /> Daddy said I needed to be a writer.<br /> <br /> Writers.. My brother Jimmy said..<br /> were.. every single one.. a liar!<br /> I was paid a few times for my lies..<br /> and I am proud to have given it a shot..<br /> <br /> A shot.. that's what I was about to do<br /> get a shot.. That flue shot is a nasty thing..<br /> but a tequila shot is another ballgame<br /> Now.. Bar tender... where did I put the lime?<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-04-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2011/11/01/a-lime-is-a-lime-or-is-it-tuesday-tryouts">Tuesday Try Outs -</a> Write a poem of four quatrains that contains no adjectives, no adverbs, no similes, and the word “lime”</span>... I am pretty sure that I didn't do this quiet right.. &nbsp;I have the four quatrains.. and the word Lime if that counts at all..?.. I did want to post though because I love the prompts offered here..<br /> <br /> <br /> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">= = = = =&nbsp;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://www.creativity-portal.com/prompts/365/pictures.html">365 Pictures Prompts at Creativity Portal</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTFyDQFzPL0/TrR_jkR91sI/AAAAAAAAFbs/NUqcLI7Bwss/s1600/4-saintmaux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTFyDQFzPL0/TrR_jkR91sI/AAAAAAAAFbs/NUqcLI7Bwss/s400/4-saintmaux.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Photo by :&nbsp;</span>Marie Claire Saint Maux</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://lilychildsfeardom.blogspot.com/">Lily's Friday Prediction</a>- Passport / rent / interrupt</div><div><br /> </div><div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Beloved</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Derek watched the beetle scuttle across the factory floor.. Desert sands had drifted through the busted walls filling much of the space.. Sarah had&nbsp;text-ed&nbsp;him earlier whining about the rent and how fat her passport picture made her look.. He had laughed at her promises to turn back time.. He didn't care if she got her girlish figure back or not .. He wasn't going home .. Smiling at the dainty tidbit spread before him.. He prayed that this time he wouldn't be interrupted.. Sliding two bullets into the revolver.. he shucked his fatigues.. and whispered "beloved" &nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">11-4-2011</span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_813416967"><br /> </a></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith</a>- factory</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">= = = = =&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;">2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge-</span>&nbsp;Day 4</a></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial;">Into the Woods</div><div style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial;">pine scent tickles my nose</div><div style="font-family: arial;">pressed into the straw</div><div style="font-family: arial;">heart and soul crying</div><div style="font-family: arial;">all along the hill top I &nbsp;searched</div><div style="font-family: arial;">for a place to hide and heal&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: arial;">slipping and sliding I &nbsp;landed here</div><div style="font-family: arial;">no boxes littered this little bowl</div><div style="font-family: arial;">I &nbsp;hear the sliders squeal&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: arial;">I &nbsp;hear his angry shouts</div><div style="font-family: arial;">face lowered to the earth</div><div style="font-family: arial;">I give thanks for the treasure</div><div style="font-family: arial;">I had overlooked so many times</div><div style="font-family: arial;">in my haste to be king of the hill</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">As freight trains shake</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">our make believe&nbsp;mountain</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">I fall asleep in my safe haven..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">11-04-2011</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">= = = = =</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/">Friday Fill Ins</a><br /> <br /> <br /> And...here we go! <br /> <br /> 1. In November, I most look forward to _our birthdays.. Dave's and Mine__.<br /> <br /> 2. __It is cold out there for dog fetching__...phew!<br /> <br /> 3. It's right there, in the __way.. where you left it_.<br /> <br /> 4. __It's hard to find_ peace of mind. <br /> <br /> 5. Water _boils and bubbles__.<br /> <br /> 6. _What's good for the goose_ is what my grandmother used to say!<br /> <br /> 7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _working on some writing projects__, tomorrow my plans include _treasure hunting and photographs__ and Sunday, I want to _go to Church__!<br /> <div><br /> </div>= = = = =<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial;">Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome comments and followers and really love to know who has visited me..&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: arial;">I hope you have a wonderful day!</div><div style="font-family: arial;">Patsy</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-6297787980085757599?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WNiP2nAHsmriKa5tewdYryM--VA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WNiP2nAHsmriKa5tewdYryM--VA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WNiP2nAHsmriKa5tewdYryM--VA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WNiP2nAHsmriKa5tewdYryM--VA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/HBzkrvffAs4" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com1http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/cooler-but-good-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-88237984440274512892011-11-02T12:51:00.000-07:002011-11-02T13:37:58.093-07:002011-11-02T13:37:58.093-07:00I Am Striding Towards 52...." I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money. " - Pablo Picasso<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"><strong>Project 365-</strong></a>&nbsp;A Photo A Day!<br /> <br /> <br /> <div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3UGjl8nlUI/TrF5VE_4beI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/7ZeyBfYJr5c/s1600/DSCN5672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3UGjl8nlUI/TrF5VE_4beI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/7ZeyBfYJr5c/s400/DSCN5672.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <br /> Marked down for Santa...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"><strong>Acrostics Only</strong></a><br /> <br /> <u>Phase</u><br /> <br /> Perhaps you are stuck in a phase<br /> Have life in a sad and blue haze<br /> Always paint on a smile<br /> Surely life is a trial<br /> Each have thorns in their own bouquets<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-30-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> <u>Ill</u><br /> <br /> Insides bubbling<br /> Legs shaking hand over mouth<br /> Lid lifted I bow<br /> <br /> Written By; Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-30-2011<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2011/11/01/prompt-78-its-post-your-poems-day"><strong>We&nbsp; Write Poems #78</strong></a><strong>-</strong> Trick or Treat<br /> <br /> <u>Trick or Treat-</u> (a shadorma)<br /> <br /> sweet carnage<br /> one quick jerk armed<br /> with a string<br /> small puncture<br /> unseen by the greedy eyed<br /> halfway home snatched<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-2-2011<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/"><strong>3 Word Wednesday-</strong></a> carnage / jerk / puncture<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-2">2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge</a>: Day 2<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/"><strong>Poetic Bloomings-</strong></a> In form poet-Shadorma<br /> This sextet (six-lined) poem is thought to have originated in Spain. It includes a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5. <br /> <br /> <u>Remember-</u> (a shadorma)<br /> <br /> " Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love. " ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson <br /> <br /> cabbage plants<br /> half grown still bundled<br /> forgotten<br /> my great fear<br /> a heaviness on my soul<br /> pray remember me<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11- 02-2011<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/category/limerick-haiku-seeds/"><strong>Mad Kane's Limerick Offs-</strong></a><br /> <br /> <u>Man Overboard</u><br /> <br /> a fellow had just let it slip<br /> his&nbsp;plans for an overnight trip<br /> with a gal twenty one<br /> they had way to much fun<br /> his rich wife now grieves aboard ship<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 11-01-2011<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by my world today.. I welcome both comments and followers..<br /> Have a great day!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-8823798444027451289?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NN0iiKN509GE0SilWubrHtb3BTo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NN0iiKN509GE0SilWubrHtb3BTo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NN0iiKN509GE0SilWubrHtb3BTo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NN0iiKN509GE0SilWubrHtb3BTo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/6cFlctSUYVE" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com4http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-striding-towards-52.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-31630244089762644612011-10-31T20:40:00.000-07:002011-10-31T20:49:46.830-07:002011-10-31T20:49:46.830-07:00Happy Halloween..<span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;">" We suffer primarily not from our vices or our weaknesses, but from our illusions. We are haunted, not by reality, but by those images we have put in their place. " - Daniel J. Boorstin</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">= = = = =</span><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365.. </a>&nbsp;A Photo a Day!</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUT_N3Wevqo/Tq8eyi4T-hI/AAAAAAAAFOc/FcuUNOIiWfo/s1600/DSCN6153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUT_N3Wevqo/Tq8eyi4T-hI/AAAAAAAAFOc/FcuUNOIiWfo/s400/DSCN6153.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></div><span style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="text-align: left;"><br /> </span><br /> <br /> Dave Sawyer- Tree Surgeon!<br /> <div style="text-align: left;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> = = = = =</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://lilychildsfeardom.blogspot.com/2011/10/lilys-friday-prediction_28.html#comments">Lily's Friday Prediction </a>- girdle/&nbsp;Spanish/ ruin</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><u><b>While The Bonfires Burn</b></u><br /> <br /> Baby Pumpkins coo<br /> ghost and goblins worry Mom<br /> sunset rises slow<br /> <br /> Photographs and boos<br /> Operation Halloween<br /> blackest ghouls rejoice<br /> <br /> Over and over<br /> vulnerable figments cry<br /> ogres dance with bones<br /> <br /> One eerie howling<br /> echoes the blood inclined<br /> Spanish ruins shudder<br /> <br /> Scarlet girdle falls<br /> frowns drip from ancestor's eyes<br /> wall tapestries creak<br /> <br /> Evil seeks a host<br /> resting with the innocent<br /> sweeping holy space<br /> <br /> chocolate clown smile<br /> vicious darkness swallows whole<br /> Pandora cries out<br /> <br /> the defiled feast<br /> disguised behind empty eyes<br /> nothing pure remains<br /> <br /> A tassel of hay<br /> gripped tight in her pale hand<br /> soulless eyes staring<br /> <br /> Daylight brings no joy<br /> virtuous one befouled<br /> with bonfires burning<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-31-2011<br /> <br /> <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">One Single Impression #192</a> - &nbsp;sunset<br /> <a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribbling #291</a>-operation<br /> <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights #92-</a> ghosts<br /> <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith #223</a>- worry<br /> <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/">3 Word Wednesday-</a> Figment/ inclined/&nbsp;vulnerable<br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> My Tricksters!<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7qmFfiJN1o/Tq9jfvC2LaI/AAAAAAAAFOk/h86w0TOdIXc/s1600/DSCN6164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7qmFfiJN1o/Tq9jfvC2LaI/AAAAAAAAFOk/h86w0TOdIXc/s400/DSCN6164.JPG" width="336" /></a></div>&nbsp;Phoebe and Dani<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDH_W3yQTF4/Tq9jr49S0qI/AAAAAAAAFOs/F-H9Z4pPNFo/s1600/DSCN6166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDH_W3yQTF4/Tq9jr49S0qI/AAAAAAAAFOs/F-H9Z4pPNFo/s400/DSCN6166.JPG" width="260" /></a></div>&nbsp;Grayson<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOeMSbl6asU/Tq9j28pug0I/AAAAAAAAFO0/6JFTW7ENKAs/s1600/DSCN6170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOeMSbl6asU/Tq9j28pug0I/AAAAAAAAFO0/6JFTW7ENKAs/s400/DSCN6170.JPG" width="301" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Althea&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBnk4oyZ7HI/Tq9kIwf-zuI/AAAAAAAAFO8/d3hR90KzPjg/s1600/DSCN6171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBnk4oyZ7HI/Tq9kIwf-zuI/AAAAAAAAFO8/d3hR90KzPjg/s400/DSCN6171.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Dorie<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---yYdBRRnx0/Tq9kQvL9moI/AAAAAAAAFPE/spRqbxo7ldw/s1600/DSCN6187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---yYdBRRnx0/Tq9kQvL9moI/AAAAAAAAFPE/spRqbxo7ldw/s400/DSCN6187.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>&nbsp;Emily, Kirstin'<br /> and Luke<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DZRgCF1mlc/Tq9ke1wcv-I/AAAAAAAAFPM/SbZxYgHJwCE/s1600/DSCN6188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DZRgCF1mlc/Tq9ke1wcv-I/AAAAAAAAFPM/SbZxYgHJwCE/s400/DSCN6188.JPG" width="302" /></a></div><br /> <br /> Caleb<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> I have always loved Halloween.. every person in my life.. who was younger than me..<br /> and might have had the misfortune to be close to me at&nbsp;Halloween&nbsp;knows that I will dress<br /> you as an old person.. a fat person.. a pirate.. or a clown.. or maybe even a wild combination&nbsp;of all of those things in a skinny minute and drag you out the door and then follow youfrom house to house until you have enough candy for both of us.. &nbsp;for years.. I love to decorate&nbsp;and have even been known to throw a wild Halloween party for both kids and adults..This year and for a few before.. I tried for a quiet night with just my very own tricksters..I love to see the kids come and love to make their photos.. I give each of them a load of candy&nbsp;as if they are going no where else and always have a little left over.. just in case a strange child&nbsp;shows up.. I thank you for stopping by tonight and for sharing the spooky night with me.. &nbsp;I can hear the&nbsp;coyotes&nbsp;howling across the fields and &nbsp;have had a few shivers at the lonesome sound.. I welcome both comments and followers.. I hope you have a Boo-tiful Night.. Happy Halloween!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-3163024408976264461?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v2_thoHAOuXUSYAkzAdeScqMOJ4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v2_thoHAOuXUSYAkzAdeScqMOJ4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v2_thoHAOuXUSYAkzAdeScqMOJ4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v2_thoHAOuXUSYAkzAdeScqMOJ4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/OxOSH7GdC74" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com5http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-61504648130225968492011-10-18T15:35:00.000-07:002011-10-18T15:35:35.607-07:002011-10-18T15:35:35.607-07:00Singing in the Rain...&nbsp;" People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news." <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - A. J. Liebling<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365-</a>&nbsp; a Photo Everyday!<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTVqCIglEtQ/Tp2WnMdyWiI/AAAAAAAAFKU/hpLCWZ5cmEI/s1600/DSCN5698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTVqCIglEtQ/Tp2WnMdyWiI/AAAAAAAAFKU/hpLCWZ5cmEI/s400/DSCN5698.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxsMHxDhH_s/Tp2nm80KyWI/AAAAAAAAFKk/ECr2megPnjQ/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxsMHxDhH_s/Tp2nm80KyWI/AAAAAAAAFKk/ECr2megPnjQ/s320/untitled.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://grandmas-goulash.info/">Succinctly Yours- Week 30-</a>&nbsp; Toil</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mt62yQ1YJc/Tp2nLE1VyHI/AAAAAAAAFKc/zI-e1GmlCHA/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mt62yQ1YJc/Tp2nLE1VyHI/AAAAAAAAFKc/zI-e1GmlCHA/s1600/untitled.png" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A Very Fine Tale...</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sarah and Bill <br /> sat on the hill<br /> a bucket in each of their hands<br /> they toiled in the sun <br /> and considered it fun<br /> till the waves invaded their lands</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">their moat overflowed<br /> the castle was bowed<br /> a crab ran away with a shell<br /> they stomped everything down <br /> in the sand castle town <br /> and ran home with a story to tell..</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10-18-2011</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <a href="http://lilychildsfeardom.blogspot.com/">Lily's Friday Prediction-</a><br /> <br /> The Climb<br /> <br /> It had not been love at first sight... she had just began to shrivel when he pounced on her from the lowest limbs of the old tree.. He was a rare form of ugly.. one that few had ever seen and&nbsp;none had admired.. fanning her with a newspaper he had offered her a piece of gum to chew.. as if they were nothing more than humans on a desert camping trip...<br /> <br /> "It's the only way to hide in plain view " He explained..<br /> <br /> Knowing that it was time.. she followed him deep into the caverns.. where their ascension began...<br /> <br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-18-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/">Carry On Tuesday #126-</a> " It was love at first sight"<br /> <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/">3 Word Wednesday-</a> admire/ follow/ piece<br /> <br /> <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith-</a> camping- pounce- tree- hide<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/">Mad Kane's Limerick Offs</a><br /> <br /> Marinated Limerick<br /> <br /> a fellow who'd taken a shot<br /> went home with a girl he thought hot<br /> she was colder than ice<br /> as she gave him the dice<br /> he bubbles and boils in her pot<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-18-2011<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesday-</a><br /> <br /> Rare<br /> <br /> Darwins fish in glass<br /> glitter in the blue moon light~<br /> giggle-less girls dance<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-13-2011<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by today.. I hope you enjoyed your visit here.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a great day!<br /> Patsy<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-6150464813022596849?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/erwU9wnESGBH50-dz9R_MpzizeA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/erwU9wnESGBH50-dz9R_MpzizeA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/erwU9wnESGBH50-dz9R_MpzizeA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/erwU9wnESGBH50-dz9R_MpzizeA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/xdzycABh9j8" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com6http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/10/singing-in-rain.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-75047369517551460882011-10-16T11:44:00.000-07:002011-10-16T11:44:22.652-07:002011-10-16T11:44:22.652-07:00Sometimes.. Words Fill More than One Page..." Constitutions have to be written on hearts, not just paper. " <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp; Margaret Thatcher<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365-</a> A Photo a Day<br /> <br /> <div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ndmLEfNq_Y/Tpsd00ym7zI/AAAAAAAAFIc/3kifuLpT5x4/s1600/DSCN5627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ndmLEfNq_Y/Tpsd00ym7zI/AAAAAAAAFIc/3kifuLpT5x4/s400/DSCN5627.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Six Word Saturday-</a><br /> <br /> <br /> Sidekicks kick it<br /> at the fall festival...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBn8zOxaGHI/TpsfNQlqWHI/AAAAAAAAFIk/rpXZF3zPABw/s1600/limerickoff.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBn8zOxaGHI/TpsfNQlqWHI/AAAAAAAAFIk/rpXZF3zPABw/s1600/limerickoff.bmp" /></a><br /> <a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/category/limerick-haiku-seeds/">Mad Kane's Limerick Offs-</a> <br /> ( Is Late better than Never?)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Case Closed<br /> <br /> A fellow at work on a case<br /> behind in the legal rat race<br /> was caught taking a bribe<br /> from the cities new "tribe"<br /> now inmates and bars fill his space... <br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-13-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights -</a> Vibrant<br /> <br /> Scattered<br /> <br /> <br /> vibrant autumn leaves<br /> spiral on the chilly wind<br /> laughing piles erupt<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-15-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">Sunday One Single Impression-</a>&nbsp;# 190&nbsp;Paper<br /> <br /> The Cranes<br /> <br /> colorful paper<br /> prayers carefully folded~<br /> laughing Doc accepts<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-16-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> and #189- River - ( yes I know it is late!)<br /> <br /> <br /> Escaped<br /> <br /> dancing refugee<br /> hear the call of the river<br /> railroad lamp beckons<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-12-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by my world today.. I welcome both comments and followers..<br /> Have a wonderful day!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-7504736951755146088?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kls1Fz9rSBtrheuAnxhb9vBr09s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kls1Fz9rSBtrheuAnxhb9vBr09s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kls1Fz9rSBtrheuAnxhb9vBr09s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kls1Fz9rSBtrheuAnxhb9vBr09s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/VTofP8MyOuY" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com10http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-words-fill-more-than-one-page.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-26822726171161231272011-10-16T10:42:00.000-07:002011-10-16T10:46:25.400-07:002011-10-16T10:46:25.400-07:00A Beautiful Day!<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">" When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I am grown up, they call</span></span><br /> <span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;me a writer. " - Isaac&nbsp; Bashevis Singer</span></span><br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.freshmommyblog.com/">Sunday Citar-</a><br /> <br /> <div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEeECxqwCxw/TpsQp-Ja8EI/AAAAAAAAFIU/-s4z4ORXOrY/s1600/DSCN5481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEeECxqwCxw/TpsQp-Ja8EI/AAAAAAAAFIU/-s4z4ORXOrY/s400/DSCN5481.JPG" width="387" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &nbsp;" A daughter reminds you of all the things you had forgotten about being young. <br /> Good and bad. "&nbsp; <b>- Maeve O'Reilly</b><br /> <br /> <strong>* * * * * </strong><br /> <br /> <a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribbling-&nbsp; #288</a> -The Call-<br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="post hentry"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="6760221788397599531"></a> <br /> <h3 class="post-title entry-title">The Phone Call </h3><div class="post-title entry-title"><br /> </div><div class="post-body entry-content">It was a chilly night in early spring.. &nbsp;I was doing my very best to get my supper dishes all washed up when&nbsp;my phone rang... I dried my hands and ran to the living room grabbed the phone and said "Hello!".. &nbsp; The response I got was "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Teeheehee</span>" then a buzz as they hung up... I checked the number. It was a number that seemed familiar and yet not one that I really knew... It was listed as unknown name on the caller ID.. &nbsp;but from the first three digits I knew it to be a cell phone..&nbsp;Honestly I thought it was either a child playing with a parents phone or just a prank caller since they were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">giggling</span> like crazy...<br /> <br /> I went back to the kitchen and again began cleaning up... No sooner than I got my hands good and wet again than I heard the ring ring of the phone once more... I stopped what I was doing and came again to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">phone</span> answering with an annoyed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hellooo</span>!.. This time I only got a half of a giggle and again the buzz... I looked on the box and it was the same number... Now I was really annoyed... I looked at the number again and looked in my own cell phone to see if it was someone I knew.. Nope. That number wasn't in my phone... I was standing there trying to think of who it could be when It rang again.. this time I was ready... &nbsp;I was standing beside the&nbsp;desk and I grabbed it on the first ring... "Do NOT hang up on me again!".. &nbsp;I yelled into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">receiver</span>... &nbsp;Silence.. Not a sound could I hear in return for my yell... "Now" I said taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down.. "Who is this?"<br /> "Oh I can't tell you that" she answered with a giggle following her words..<br /> "What number are you trying to call" I asked.... "Yours" she replied..<br /> <br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OK</span> I'm now ready to choke this person who I am relatively sure is female and not very old...and from the sound of things&nbsp; right then did.. she didn't&nbsp;appear very bright... But Being the kindly;.. ( Hack hack) Wonderful;.. &nbsp;( I'm choking myself here with these lies.) Grandmotherly.. ( <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OK</span> so I am a grandma!) type of person that I am... I decided to play along with her for a minute or two...<br /> <br /> "So now that you have me on the phone, Do you know my name?" I asked..<br /> "Yea!" She said.."Well then who am I? What is my name?" I asked...<br /> "You know your name! I know you know your own name!" She answered...<br /> Deciding to take a different tactic I said " And then do I know your Name?"<br /> "Yea" she said "I think you do but I can't tell you who I am right now."<br /> "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">OK</span>" says I, "But I was busy so I'm hanging up now since we don't even know who each other are." I had really had enough and still had dishes to wash.<br /> "No wait Miss Patsy" she said.. &nbsp;"I gotta ask you some stuff!"<br /> <br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">OK</span> Now we were getting somewhere. She does appear to know my name and since she's calling me Miss Patsy she is most likely a friend of one of my children... Or she is one of the children I kept in daycare... Or... &nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">OK</span>, She could still be anybody... But we have now established that she knows me...<br /> <br /> I was just about to ask her what stuff she needed to ask me when she suddenly blurted out... " Does Cooper love me,.. &nbsp;I called him before but he said I was too young to call him and Now my baby daddy is gone and I was wondering if you think He might love me now that I'm a woman... I have a cute baby boy. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Cept</span> he cries all the time."... &nbsp;I was floored... Cooper is my son.. &nbsp;But hadn't &nbsp;lived here in quiet a while... He had been on the other side of the country&nbsp;for months&nbsp;training for a new job there... And even though this young girl knew me... I was clueless as to who she was...My mind was reeling.. &nbsp;I was pretty sure that he wasn't the baby daddy.. &nbsp;as she called it.. &nbsp;so that was at least a worry off my mind.<br /> <br /> So we talked for a while this woman child and I... I assured her that I didn't want to hurt her feelings but that If a boy didn't like her It was nothing wrong with her it was just that sometimes people didn't match like that... And that if a young man told her she was too young to be calling him it was probably because he was actually too old to date her...<br /> "Oh" she said "so it don't mean I'm ugly or nothing like that? Cause I ain't fat since I had the baby."<br /> "And how old are you?" I asked still trying to gather a clue as to who she was. "And have you ever been to my House?"<br /> "I'm fourteen, and No Mam I ain't never been to your house but I know where you stay because I used to love your son... But he said I was too young to call him so I called somebody else and now I have this baby.., &nbsp;he's cute and I love him,.. &nbsp; But&nbsp; He.. " .. and as if the child knew she was talking about him.. began to cry in the background...<br /> <br /> I listened as she went to get her baby and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">cooed</span> to him telling him she loved him and I sat here and held my phone and almost cried... I wanted to weep for her.. &nbsp;fourteen and already a Mother... I wanted to weep for the baby.. &nbsp;I pray he will have everything he needs to grow up strong and wonderful Like my son who is not his Father... &nbsp;I am thankful that My son turned away this young woman who was not old enough to date him... I am thankful that he didn't take <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">advantage</span> of her youth and innocence.. And I am sad even for the young man who left her to deal with all these things alone because he will miss so much... Babies are very special gifts.<br /> <br /> Finally she returned to the phone and told me she had to hang up and feed her Boy... I asked her again to tell me her name and she refused... Saying that she was sorry to have bothered me... I asked her if there was anything I could do for her and she said That she had read my blog and that she had seen a poem I wrote for one of Cooper's friends&nbsp;..&nbsp;&nbsp;she wondered if I would write her one too... One that would let her know that she was important ... After I hung up from her I sobbed... I still didn't know who she was.. . I hoped that the next time she called she would tell me...<br /> <br /> &nbsp;I doubt that my son would know... Girls have been calling him since he was too young to even be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">interested</span> in them... I used to fuss and tell him girls weren't supposed to call little boys... I often heard him tell girls that he was dating someone when he wasn't or tell the youngest ones not to call him again... But he was always kind about it... Always gentle with the girls feelings. He used to say he hated to hurt anyone... I told her to call me if she needed anything and she said she would... She giggled and said she might just call to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">talk</span> and I told her she could... I did write her a poem... and I have included it here.. She called a few more times.. always just to ask some little question about the child or just to talk a minute..Several years have gone by since she last called and I think of her often.. She never would share her name with me and for the life of me I could never guess.. I hope that life has been kind to her and her son.. and that Motherhood has been her greatest journey!</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /> <br /> Young Mother<br /> <br /> Oh Young Mother<br /> You have barely learned<br /> to live yourself and yet<br /> I hear the great love<br /> in your voice as you<br /> calm your tiny son's fears.<br /> You are his everything.<br /> Love him freely and he will<br /> return your wonderful love.<br /> You are important to him as<br /> he is to you. The love you share<br /> will grow as the two of you grow.<br /> Let your Love be your guide.<br /> For Motherhood does not come<br /> with age. Motherhood Comes with<br /> the love we hold for a child!</div><div class="post-body entry-content"></div><div class="post-body entry-content">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div class="post-body entry-content">3-17-2008</div><div class="post-body entry-content"></div><div class="post-body entry-content">* * * * * </div><div class="post-body entry-content"></div><div class="post-body entry-content">Thanks for stopping by.. I had a lot of thins to share today and have broken them all up into two posts instead of just one long one.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a wonderful day!</div><div class="post-body entry-content">Patsy</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-2682272617116123127?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxOgBx1UsLKqM9JS8-Fw1MvcC1s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxOgBx1UsLKqM9JS8-Fw1MvcC1s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxOgBx1UsLKqM9JS8-Fw1MvcC1s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxOgBx1UsLKqM9JS8-Fw1MvcC1s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/hGn7R_zu4Jo" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com1http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/10/beautiful-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-90861011010485153692011-10-12T19:28:00.000-07:002011-10-12T19:28:53.732-07:002011-10-12T19:28:53.732-07:00Wednesday.. Cool.. But Still a Wonderful Day!&nbsp;" Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you. " - unknown<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; <br /> <br /> Project 365- a photo a day<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKn2NhvLNyY/TpZLsRo138I/AAAAAAAAFHE/mjI6K9OTuYA/s1600/DSCN5385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKn2NhvLNyY/TpZLsRo138I/AAAAAAAAFHE/mjI6K9OTuYA/s400/DSCN5385.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> Spooky Night<br /> <br /> Oh me Oh My a ghost<br /> no ship but I see coming a pirate<br /> their breath the scent of candy<br /> away they scramble with frightening cries<br /> look! across the moon flies a witch<br /> and dangled from it's web a spider!<br /> <br /> <br /> a huge black and spotted spider<br /> watch as it wiggles towards the ghost<br /> swatted now by the broom of the littlest witch<br /> gobbled down by the skinny pirate<br /> way down in the swamp an animal cries<br /> here all the cries are for candy<br /> <br /> <br /> bowls and cauldrons filled with candy<br /> webs hanging low wove by a fat plastic spider.<br /> oh No a pink clad princess cries<br /> to a hangman and a green ghost<br /> Run away screams the pirate<br /> as from the darkness flies a blond witch<br /> <br /> <br /> She's skinny for a witch<br /> we should stuff her with candy<br /> we could sell her to the pirate<br /> or feed her to the spider<br /> give her to me moans the ghost<br /> we laugh at her cries<br /> <br /> we cackle at the echo of her cries<br /> we admire the warted nose of the witch<br /> what a pitiful ghost<br /> begging for more candy<br /> trembling before the huge spider<br /> holding tight to the hand of his sister pirate<br /> <br /> <br /> Pirate after treasure- less Pirate<br /> all afraid of the haunting cries<br /> squatting low under the web tangled spider<br /> keeping their eye on the witch<br /> clutching their sacks and buckets of candy<br /> daringly unafraid of the ghost<br /> <br /> This years best was a Pirate, the scariest was a witch.<br /> Our ears ached with the cries for more and more candy<br /> Till the only spooks beneath the spider on our porch, was our own little ghost.<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-12-2008<br /> <br /> &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; <br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by.. I welcome both comments and followers.. <br /> Have a great day!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-9086101101048515369?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ILlsByKzsA7kvWEoneiR5efabY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ILlsByKzsA7kvWEoneiR5efabY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ILlsByKzsA7kvWEoneiR5efabY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ILlsByKzsA7kvWEoneiR5efabY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/1aggBY6McKc" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com2http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/10/wednesday-cool-but-still-wonderful-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-82113618457911144692011-10-03T19:02:00.000-07:002011-10-03T19:02:01.882-07:002011-10-03T19:02:01.882-07:00An Autumn Chill Was in the Air...<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;" Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.</span></span> " ~ George Eliot<br /> <br /> # # # # #<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365 - A photo a day</a><br /> <br /> <div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsgXtmA8Wu4/TopgnsBWEDI/AAAAAAAAFD0/ZcHjTqsnbJc/s1600/DSCN5266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsgXtmA8Wu4/TopgnsBWEDI/AAAAAAAAFD0/ZcHjTqsnbJc/s400/DSCN5266.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Football<br /> <br /> pompom shaking cheers<br /> french fries on the autumn breeze<br /> fiercely guarded flags<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-3-2011<br /> <br /> # # # # #<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/category/limerick-haiku-seeds/">Mad Kanes Limerick -Offs</a><br /> <br /> Once Bitten<br /> <br /> a gal in the mood for a bite<br /> came out of her coffin last night<br /> stood alone in the dark <br /> near the dog walking park<br /> flaming in the first morning light<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 10-3-2011<br /> <br /> # # # # #<br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome both comments and followers..<br /> have a great day!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-8211361845791114469?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lx0sw8tsc01mp37Mf-mCHnOfjh4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lx0sw8tsc01mp37Mf-mCHnOfjh4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lx0sw8tsc01mp37Mf-mCHnOfjh4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lx0sw8tsc01mp37Mf-mCHnOfjh4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/hX-VrNhy3nE" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com4http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-chill-was-in-air.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-79701044590097773542011-09-21T16:11:00.000-07:002011-09-21T16:19:25.315-07:002011-09-21T16:19:25.315-07:00Half a Week to go...&nbsp;" Gold is tried by fire, brave men by adversity. "<br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Lucius Annaeus Seneca<br /> <br /> = = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365</a>&nbsp; - a Photo Everyday<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2fR9YGbsRM/TnpHQ6RbPCI/AAAAAAAAFC0/HUetWukqrTg/s1600/mosaice5e01b4fc3b64b322ba17ba6b9d4a859f21fcada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2fR9YGbsRM/TnpHQ6RbPCI/AAAAAAAAFC0/HUetWukqrTg/s400/mosaice5e01b4fc3b64b322ba17ba6b9d4a859f21fcada.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Trinity<br /> <br /> <br /> Jumping<br /> with<br /> Joy...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">ABC Wednesday</a>... J is for... <br /> <br /> Joyless Jumpers<br /> <br /> Joyful Jumping Juveniles.. <br /> Just the Job for Jack..<br /> Jealous Jokers Joined right in.. <br /> with Japanese Jelly black..<br /> <br /> Just then a Jaunty Judge Jumped in<br /> Judgemental Jargon Jeered<br /> Joe Jerked a Jar and ran away<br /> Jamming Joylessly I feared... <br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-21-2011<br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ <br /> <br /> <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Haiku Wednesday-</a>&nbsp; anticipation<br /> <br /> The Note<br /> <br /> loves sweet scent unfolds<br /> anticipation my muse<br /> his bulls eye desire<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-21-2011<br /> <br /> <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights #80</a> - bulls eye<br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ <br /> <br /> <a href="http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2011/09/21/in-forms-poet-pun-ku/">Poetic Bloomings-</a> PUN-KU<br /> <br /> Every week they offer us new ideas in poetry form.. this week&nbsp; we are introduced to&nbsp;a new poetic form, which&nbsp;is called the PUN-KU. Here are the requirements for writing one.<br /> <br /> (1) Unlike the haiku that allows for a less than strict adherence to the 17-syllable rule, the pun-ku must be exactly 17 syllables long.<br /> (2) It contains only four (4) lines arranged syllabically as follows:<br /> Line 1: 4 syllables Line 2: 5 syllables Line 3: 4 syllables Line 4: 4 syllables<br /> (3) As for the end-rhyme pattern, Lines 1 and 2 do not rhyme. Lines 3 and 4 do.<br /> (4) The pun-ku must contain a pun on one or more of the words used in the poem. The subject matter deals with human nature, is light, humorous, or witty.<br /> (5) The title of the pun-ku can only be one- or two-words long (or short).<br /> <br /> My Pun-ku follows... <br /> <br /> Inked<br /> <br /> webmasters union<br /> tossed me out<br /> spider tattoo<br /> they said taboo<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-21-2011<br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br /> <br /> Match Makers<br /> <br /> shortage of men<br /> the ladies undress<br /> wrap them in scarves<br /> call for the dwarves<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-21-2011<br /> <br /> these might sound easy.. it's rather hard to work a pun into a limited word poem.. or maybe It will get easier as I write more.. I definitely plan to write more.. in fact I have&nbsp;a page full.. &nbsp;that well to say the least.. &nbsp;they aren't that good.. but they are a start.. <br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HWef1DT_n4/Tnpt9U30tuI/AAAAAAAAFC4/dtAsZPThVA8/s1600/today+093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HWef1DT_n4/Tnpt9U30tuI/AAAAAAAAFC4/dtAsZPThVA8/s320/today+093.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/">3 Word Wednesday-</a>&nbsp; dull/ race/ yawn<br /> <br /> Thoroughbred<br /> <br /> titled racer stomps<br /> sixteen hands of dullest brown<br /> seasoned mare yawns<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-21-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ <br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by my world today.. I have enjoyed trying a new form of poetry and of course I am always happy to share haiku.. I welcome visitors.. comments.. and followers.. I hope you have a wonderful day!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-7970104459009777354?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XcGVfY2P44NAxehwj4CKn0SwW7k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XcGVfY2P44NAxehwj4CKn0SwW7k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XcGVfY2P44NAxehwj4CKn0SwW7k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XcGVfY2P44NAxehwj4CKn0SwW7k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/1uOjLnMwOTE" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com16http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/09/half-week-to-go.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-22936030002773310662011-09-20T16:06:00.000-07:002011-09-20T16:06:53.422-07:002011-09-20T16:06:53.422-07:00Ah!! The Sound Of Pounding Rain...." The facts of life are that a child who has seen war cannot be compared with a child who doesn't know what war is except from television. "&nbsp;&nbsp; ~&nbsp; <i>Sophia Loren</i><br /> <br /> = = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365-</a> a Photo a Day!<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HcritU3mhs/TnkG_ZPdCFI/AAAAAAAAFCU/St2AxC_fXVA/s1600/DSCN4666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HcritU3mhs/TnkG_ZPdCFI/AAAAAAAAFCU/St2AxC_fXVA/s400/DSCN4666.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> this bird was watching me<br /> at the ATM... very<br /> early in the morning..<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> = = = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/category/limerick-haiku-seeds/">Mad Kanes Limerick~Offs</a><br /> <br /> one by her first line.. &nbsp;as always and a second "freestyle" <br /> that she is testing over at her place... she welcomes visitors too... <br /> <br /> <br /> Defeat.?.<br /> <br /> a gal&nbsp;who was fast on her feet<br /> bragged on herself with conceit<br /> a take down was planned<br /> dare she race my sedan<br /> madly she tore out down the street<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-20-2011<br /> <br /> <div style="clear: both;">= = = = = =</div><br /> <br /> <div style="clear: both;">Joyfully</div><br /> <div style="clear: both;">I&nbsp;once knew&nbsp;a girl they call Joy</div>played all the guys like a toy<br /> till the night she met Bart<br /> easy love fills her heart<br /> before long.. joy's joy is a boy..<br /> <br /> <div style="clear: both;"> </div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-20-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> = = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights #79-</a>&nbsp; Bubbles<br /> <br /> <div style="clear: both;"> </div><br /> <div style="clear: both;">My BFF&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;&nbsp; (Senryu)</div><br /> <div style="clear: both;">betrayal bubbles</div>too late for backward glances<br /> I plot sweet revenge<br /> <br /> <div style="clear: both;"> </div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-20-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">Sunday Single Impression-</a>&nbsp;#186 -&nbsp;betrayal<br /> <br /> = = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/">Carry On Tuesday-</a><br /> <br /> <br /> Surprise -<br /> <br /> <div style="clear: both;">I should have seen it coming.. bold lies of omission I could read in his eyes.. his sudden un-ease every time he saw me&nbsp;answer the phone.. the truth is never simple.. the death of no relationship easy..</div>my heart cried out for what might have been.. No second chances asked and none given .. we had.. <br /> at last.. agreed.. I watched him walk away and prayed that he&nbsp;dare not.. &nbsp;look backward..<br /> <br /> <div style="clear: both;"> </div>Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-20-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/">3 Word Wednesday -</a> omission / ease / backward<br /> <a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribblings</a> #285 - Easy<br /> <a href="http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/">Poetic Bloomings</a>&nbsp; #21- surprise<br /> <br /> = = = = = = =<br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by my world of words today.. I write what I feel and understand if some days you aren't feeling the same way I am.. we are each a person of our own.. and entitled to have our own thoughts and dreams.. I hope you have enjoyed your visit here.. I welcome visitors.. comments.. and followers.. I hope you have a grand day!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-2293603000277331066?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0DYgIfUVFqFXzgd_uZEnl5ybbgE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0DYgIfUVFqFXzgd_uZEnl5ybbgE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0DYgIfUVFqFXzgd_uZEnl5ybbgE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0DYgIfUVFqFXzgd_uZEnl5ybbgE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/oxO-ngEvaJs" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com8http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/09/ah-sound-of-pounding-rain.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-43404223410717007782011-09-19T18:35:00.000-07:002011-09-19T18:35:22.154-07:002011-09-19T18:35:22.154-07:00Sometimes I Dance in the Moonlight...." Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. "&nbsp; ~&nbsp; Berthold Auerbach <br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365- </a><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yK6OxIYUXi8/TnfJnnG5kmI/AAAAAAAAFBo/mlhpSOMH__0/s1600/DSCN4933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yK6OxIYUXi8/TnfJnnG5kmI/AAAAAAAAFBo/mlhpSOMH__0/s400/DSCN4933.JPG" width="328" /></a></div><br /> <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> found barely alive.. <br /> but after a few&nbsp;sips of <br /> sugar water.. &nbsp;was soon <br /> fluttering his wings... <br /> <br /> after one night and an almost day <br /> he was released <br /> and soon after spotted with an <br /> adult bird at his own feeder<br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> " A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies. " - &nbsp;John Banister Tabb <br /> &nbsp; <br /> <a href="http://www.freshmommyblog.com/">Sunday Citar</a> <br /> <br /> = = = = =<br /> &nbsp; <br /> <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights-</a> #78 - Feather <br /> &nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> <u>September&nbsp;Harvest</u><br /> &nbsp; <br /> old hens run squawking <br /> papa dreams on feather bed <br /> chicken soup simmers <br /> &nbsp; <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer <br /> 9-19-2011 <br /> &nbsp; <br /> = = = = = <br /> &nbsp; <br /> <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales #83</a> <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-um6ZQaxJg8Y/Tnfil3wbSPI/AAAAAAAAFBw/2DYdCeElE9g/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-um6ZQaxJg8Y/Tnfil3wbSPI/AAAAAAAAFBw/2DYdCeElE9g/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp; <br /> &nbsp; <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><u>&nbsp;M<span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">esmerized</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">beguiling rattle</div><div style="text-align: center;">slithers towards wisdom tree</div><div style="text-align: center;">woman chooses sin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div style="text-align: center;">9-19-2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> <em>The Snake Charmer</em>, Henri Rousseau, 1907</div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">= = = = = =</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://creativewriting.ie/writing-exercises/">Creative Writing September 19th</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_ytPZLCrA4/TnfpEBsTzoI/AAAAAAAAFB0/jwKndO7COOA/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_ytPZLCrA4/TnfpEBsTzoI/AAAAAAAAFB0/jwKndO7COOA/s320/untitled.bmp" width="216" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><u>Midnight Patrons</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">sweet sighs of darkness</div><div style="text-align: left;">ravens behold great cities</div><div style="text-align: left;">dream angels sustain</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div style="text-align: left;">9-19-2011</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">=============== </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks to all who have visited me here today.. I hope you enjoyed at least some tiny part</div><div style="text-align: left;">of your stay.. I welcome visitors.. comments.. and followers.. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Have a great day!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Patsy</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-4340422341071700778?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E-GfaJ3n3I7UxRqoZPzlmNSApPM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E-GfaJ3n3I7UxRqoZPzlmNSApPM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E-GfaJ3n3I7UxRqoZPzlmNSApPM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E-GfaJ3n3I7UxRqoZPzlmNSApPM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/0Q5YZqXTfE0" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com17http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-dance-in-moonlight.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-88825988147759607622011-09-16T15:59:00.000-07:002011-09-16T15:59:42.157-07:002011-09-16T15:59:42.157-07:00Cool with a Threat of Drizzle..." Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp; walk thus. " ~&nbsp; Alfred Victor Vigny<br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365- </a><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXRC4CXMp3A/TnOtV2iFb9I/AAAAAAAAFAw/MOpGUa7sgTc/s1600/DSCN4879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXRC4CXMp3A/TnOtV2iFb9I/AAAAAAAAFAw/MOpGUa7sgTc/s400/DSCN4879.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <br /> My BFF Sheri <br /> and our nephew&nbsp;Chase.. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br /> <a href="http://lilychildsfeardom.blogspot.com/?zx=e0bda132c7929974">Lily's Friday Prediction-</a><br /> <br /> Fibre- wretch- sip<br /> <br /> <u>Ransomed</u><br /> <br /> The empty hummingbird feeder&nbsp; in the basement's darkest corner..&nbsp; annoyed her.. The ancient Chinese checker board with only seven marbles..&nbsp; was even worse.. It lay on the table as if it's players had just this minute vanished.. and would shortly return to challenge her to a game.. Though every fibre of her being screamed escape..&nbsp; She could only sip water and stare at the silly marbles.. She&nbsp; knew&nbsp;she&nbsp; looked a wretch.. deciding to draft&nbsp;a list.. she searched for a pen and paper..&nbsp; If she was to be ransomed&nbsp;she would have&nbsp; a comb and all of her marbles..<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-16-2011<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.flashfictionfriday.com/">Flash Fiction Friday</a> - "bored games"<br /> <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith</a> - Hummingbird<br /> <br /> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br /> <br /> <a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/">Friday Fill -Ins</a><br /> <br /> And...here we go! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> 1. Why do I _<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">give a rats naked pattoottee</span></em></strong>_.<br /> <br /> 2. ___<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The chickens and I are here</span></em></strong>__ to stay.<br /> <br /> 3. By far the most important __<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">thing is drama___.</span></strong></em><br /> <br /> 4. __<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Not___</span></strong></em> American&nbsp; __<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Made!___ </span></strong></em><br /> <br /> 5. But when __<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">did we stop protecting the earth?___.</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> 6. __<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">I didn't eat pizza___</span></em></strong> for the longest time.<br /> <br /> 7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">hitting the sack early</span></strong></em>__, tomorrow my plans include __<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">yard sales or the flea&nbsp;market</span></em></strong> ___ <em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">and Sunday, I want to cook</span></strong></em> <em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">something on the grill</span></strong></em>___! <br /> &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by today.. I have been trying to teach myself to write flash fiction.. the shortest of short stories.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a great day!<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-8882598814775960762?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5u4B1y38ef8NlBCtlhYiepyB1k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5u4B1y38ef8NlBCtlhYiepyB1k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5u4B1y38ef8NlBCtlhYiepyB1k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5u4B1y38ef8NlBCtlhYiepyB1k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/Gp91aFm5zVQ" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com1http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/09/cool-with-threat-of-drizzle.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-27053650142755265332011-09-14T19:27:00.000-07:002011-09-14T19:27:03.107-07:002011-09-14T19:27:03.107-07:00Just a Tiny Bit Cooler..." There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrated to some stroke of the imagination. "<br /> <br /> &nbsp; - Laurence Durrell<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365-</a> A Photo a Day-<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xi2ZLRCWevc/TnFaFL1HAxI/AAAAAAAAFAM/3_L-PdnUpuA/s1600/29_25A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xi2ZLRCWevc/TnFaFL1HAxI/AAAAAAAAFAM/3_L-PdnUpuA/s400/29_25A.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Playing "Musical Squares" &nbsp;at a family gathering.. it is down to the last two..<br /> Only one square left.. I think Reuben is cheating.... What Fun!!!<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">Haiku Heights #72- </a><br /> <br /> Elixir<br /> <br /> Daddy's hands digging<br /> rusty red sassafras roots<br /> Grandma's kettle screams<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-14-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * * <br /> <br /> <a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribblings #284-</a>&nbsp;sensation<br /> <br /> <br /> The Lane<br /> <br /> magical moonlight<br /> casting sweetest sensations<br /> spotlights douse passions<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-11-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * * <br /> <br /> <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesday</a>&nbsp;- freestyle<br /> <br /> Obsession<br /> <br /> each betrayal chafes<br /> eroding the heart and soul<br /> loveless eyes observe<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-11-2011<br /> <br /> * * * * *<br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by my blog today... I hope that some of my words made you smile... &nbsp;laugh..<br /> or even just ponder.. I welcome both comments and&nbsp; followers.. Have a grand day...<br /> Patsy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549406442240710011-2705365014275526533?l=patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/spvGuQVcWibQYiya1rojl350wHM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/spvGuQVcWibQYiya1rojl350wHM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/spvGuQVcWibQYiya1rojl350wHM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/spvGuQVcWibQYiya1rojl350wHM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PatsysWordsOfWisdom/~4/hPNKtC-1NgY" height="1" width="1"/>Pblacksawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959380392842211295noreply@blogger.com3http://patsyblacksawyer.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-tiny-bit-cooler.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549406442240710011.post-75274346214917442612011-09-09T16:45:00.000-07:002011-09-09T16:58:06.382-07:002011-09-09T16:58:06.382-07:00Can We Ever Forget that Moment in Time..?" We live in a world of guns, bombs and terror. To conquer hate seems a nigh-impossible task. "<br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ~ Theodore Bikel <br /> <br /> = = = = = = <br /> <br /> <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Project 365 -</a> a Photo Every Day... <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndIkoR6ZIyk/TmqLuI7HNII/AAAAAAAAE_E/QgVQU7PWn-0/s1600/DSCN4476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndIkoR6ZIyk/TmqLuI7HNII/AAAAAAAAE_E/QgVQU7PWn-0/s400/DSCN4476.JPG" width="310" /></strong></a><strong><u>Terror</u></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> <br /> A sudden call to duty</div><div style="text-align: left;">Towers of power fall</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Victims and victors screaming</div><div style="text-align: left;">A nation stands appalled</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Scratching at flea collars</div><div style="text-align: left;">Both wrist and ankles bound</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Children used as sacrifice </div><div style="text-align: left;">Continues to astound</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">He hates the word deployment</div><div style="text-align: left;">He wants to hold his girl</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">The agony pours from his eyes</div><div style="text-align: left;">Behind the sandstorm swirl</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Thinking of&nbsp;his Mama&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">His heart begins to race&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="http://grandmas-goulash.info/">Writers Weekend Retreat #36</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">How many years.. how many lives&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;">Before he leaves this place?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Written By: Patricia Sawyer</div><div style="text-align: left;">9-9-2011</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">= = = = = = = = = = </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostics Only-</a> Children's Corner- </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div>Boogeyman<br /> <br /> <br /> Be gone you<br /> One eyed fiend !<br /> Out scary shadow !<br /> Goblins and witches <br /> Evacuate ! No more<br /> Yellow bellied bumps !<br /> Mama ordered them<br /> All be gone ! <br /> Now we sleep...<br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer<br /> 9-9-2011 <br /> <br /> = = = = = = = =<br /> <br /> <a href="http://talesthursday.blogspot.com/">Thursday Tales</a>&nbsp;&nbsp; {<a href="http://www.starlingphotography.net/gallery/Black+and+White+Photography/Railroad+Frog+Two+Black+and+White+Photography.jpg.html/">photo by Starling Photography</a>}<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osMHA5zrGyY/Tmqm53S5-hI/AAAAAAAAE_M/gLmULG4qDZc/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osMHA5zrGyY/Tmqm53S5-hI/AAAAAAAAE_M/gLmULG4qDZc/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u><br /> </u></div><u>Duty Calls</u><br /> <div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;">Logan bowed his head as the tolling began.. The withered priest tugged the ropes.. ringing the mission bell over and over.. echoing despair across the valley.. They had found her along the tracks.. another soul devoured.. Records would show her to be the seventy seventh victim but he knew the number was much higher.. </div><br /> Sliding his treasure box back into the hearth's secret and replacing the bricks.. he picked up his badge and holstered his revolver.. He would have liked a nap.. but patting his belly.. he headed for the door.. Sometimes you had to make sacrifices when duty called.. <br /> <br /> Written By: Patricia Sawyer <br /> 9-9-2011<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://lilychildsfeardom.blogspot.com/">Lily's Friday Prediction</a>- Valley-&nbsp; Mission- Record<br /> <br /> <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith-</a> Hearth<br /> <br /> = = = = = = = = = =<br /> <br /> Thanks for stopping by my world today.. 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