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Addition to He Was a Poet

noreply@blogger.com (MsRose) — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:49:00 +0000

Ok, I've been told my short story is TOO short..so, I've gotta tie in something to make it longer-Here is the Intro of a woman in to the story...Check it out..and let me know:) I'm still not able to get internet yet-so,I'm in a cafe temp. Miss you all.....

Wearing a sun dress, she walked down the stairs toward Bethesda. The folds of white and yellow cascading around her hips and legs like a gentle tide dancing along the sand bank. A look of bewilderment on her face, she almost missed the last step, but caught herself gracefully. Carter smiled to himself. He’d never seen her before. ‘She must be a tourist.’ he thought. Just like many tourists, she pulled out a camera and began to snap shots.
She walked all around the fountain. Fixated for some time on the detail in stone, she then turned sideways. Her eyebrows raised when she saw a man (Carter) leaned back against a tree. His pen in hand, scribbling. ‘Odd,’ she thought. He’s not even looking at the page. He was looking in the direction of some canoe’s on the river. She took a picture of him, imagining how it would look in Black and White. The man looked up at her. ‘Busted,’ she thought as her face turned several shades of pink and red like wild rouge used in the 80’s.
He began to gather his things. Carter got up and walked over to a concession stand. He bought two bottles of water, walked over to the woman and handed her one without a word. He was entranced by her. She uttered a thank you and began to apologize when he put his finger to her lips. She backed up a little, unsure and startled. He stuck out his hand and finally spoke,” Hello, I’m Carter.” His face was flushed.

“H H Hello. My name is (insert character name).” she said in a whisper that sent chills through Carter like the first winter wind…

Poem: Hello/Goodbye

noreply@blogger.com (MsRose) — Fri, 23 May 2008 12:18:00 +0000

Another day
People come and go
Each leaving
Their mark

Observations touch
Keeping someone
Coming back
Every day

Hello today
Goodbye yesterday
Writing on and on
To be seen some way

Urging;believing
Observers enjoy
Increasingly engaged
In reading

Aching
To be heard
Readers begin
Writing excitedly

Hello/Goodbye effect:) hehehe

Humor and Joy

noreply@blogger.com (MsRose) — Wed, 21 May 2008 14:37:00 +0000

Cascading letters

Form in to words

Each sentence fill

In paragraphs

I with a smile

Write voraciously

Relief overwhelms

As each letter is written

Thoughts roll

With each word

Faith guides

Each sentence

Laughter and joy

With every paragraph

Writing can releasing tensions! Sometimes, dwelling on writing negatively, can continue negative thoughts and only enhance tensions. When you begin to write positive expressions, it's like a snowball effect!

You can't stop! Page after page writing happily. Share these joys! Share the moments! Your writings could help and/or guide others to stay positive :)

Poem: Morning Rush

noreply@blogger.com (MsRose) — Tue, 20 May 2008 11:43:00 +0000

I woke up late! late! late!

Gotta go !

RUN

Bumped in to the wall,

Smacked forehead on sink

Brushin' my teeth

I could have been on time.

Head throbbing.

Driving and muttering.

Car puffs and sputters

BANG

There went my tires

And still oh so tired

Stops

What's wrong with me?

Morning rush? PFFFT

I'm Takin' the day off!

This poem is about someone who is never late for work. They're like OCD with 'time'.. However, in a time like that, which is rare, the person has an option. Go to work distracted and distracting others over your morning, being frustrated and even angry, risking a blow up at work, etc. Now, I know plenty of people who could have a morning like this and you'd never know it! They are quiet individuals and either know how to compose themselves well, or really have got the whole-"leave personal at the door" rule down.

NAH! Everyone brings a little personal to work. It's inevitable and bound to happen eventually.

So, if you had a morning like this, would you go to work?

HUMAN RIGHTS ACT: THE DAY THE WORLD WILL CRY

noreply@blogger.com (MsRose) — Thu, 15 May 2008 01:38:00 +0000

HUMAN RIGHTS: BLOGGERS UNITE !

THE DAY THE WORLD WILL CRY

When all tears have been shed

When the last shout rings out

The final echo is heard

A shot blast; at last light of day

Words become no more

Feeling and emotion controlled

All like-minded

With a number, not a name

The very thought of

Dream, hope, love, God

Erased and forgotten

Non-existant; lack of choice

Not one smile left

No step out of line

A child's laughter tinkles

Another Bang in the night

The line grows longer

All aching for living

Like wild horses

Grazing and playing

That life gone

Free will and thought

Free speech and movement

Disappeared in a blink

Longing for what could be

No help came in uniform

No whirs of engines in the sky

No plea to "Leave no man behind"

Stripped of self dignity; angered

Each began to softly

Pass along a message

To stand together

One revolt

One impact by all

Valiant Shouts!

Victory in hearts

Shots rang out

Like bombs dropping

Automatic weapons used

Grenades splatter skin

ALL SILENCED

Not a soul left

As the over takers cheered

Covered in skin and blood

They looked at the bodies

The earth around them

The Day the World Cried

Whom had remained

A mighty strike came upon them

They too, were too late

Tears turned them pale

Their bodies became frail

One by one

Taken

By the Overseer

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Imagine families separated. Millions standing in constant moving lines. Stepping over bodies, bones, and blood. Their own flesh, thin, weathered, scarred , broken and bruised. Famished , so hungry they’d devour their own excrement. Like robots, they do what they are told. Until one day, they finally understand they can fight for life. They are killed. Then, the over takers are killed by the overseer.

This is not an exaggerated story. There are lands being take over. Genocide! In my poem, I’ve left it up to the reader’s interpretation in the ending. Why? The overseer could be God ridding the land of all mankind. OR, could be a dictator seeing the job he wanted, finished. Then, he kills those that did the killing, so he can start anew. Again, Left to imagination.

noreply@blogger.com (MsRose) — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 17:38:00 +0000

Reality vs Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (MsRose) — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 14:43:00 +0000

REALITY VS DREAMS

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