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Light Shadows Out of chaos born with a bang, into chaos remit with a swirl, Ever fighting the ongoing battle…

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Bad Day at the Office

Bad Day at the Office

By Reedhawk (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Home visits can be fun, informative, and usually nothing more than a little unsettling when you’re reaching out to help those in need.  I’d just signed on as a mental health worker for a company that had everything I could dream of – a road to advancement, a steady paycheck, and fellow…

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Love - The Different Kinds

Love – The Different Kinds

Love, you can bruise it so easy Caring and sharing, that’s where it starts The different types of love, The brotherly love – that’s you to me No constraints, no ties to bind You give what you want, nothing more is demanded

Love, it can tear with such force Rending an individual blind The familial love, that’s the hardest to leave Gone bad at the start, but that’s easy to see It gives with a…

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Here there be Ghosts

Here there be Ghosts

Writing challenge from Your Next Favorite Author’s blog:

  Tell a ghost story in no more than three lines: (Must be original)

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Is it always dark when the ghosts come out To sing and dance, scream and shout Don’t be scared, they’re not real… or are they?

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Going Green: Attracting the Pukah

Going Green: Attracting the Pukah

By charlie vinz from chicago (portable fish farm) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

A week ago the rains fell, and fell, and fell, and fell.  I seriously thought that they would never quit falling.  I was committed to a market stall at our local farmer’s market, and with all the rain, I had nothing to take out.

Oh, sure, I had seedlings I hadn’t put…

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Conroe

Going through some old files, and came across one of my first attempts at poetry.  It’s actually not bad, even compared to what I write today.  Which I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, or a frightening thing, as this was written back many, many moons ago in the third grade.

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Conroe

Bum…

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Day to Night

Golden glory wake Call pink to your side To call cousin blue Whose cousin is gree With relative yellow They, with yourself show the black world A light bringing grays, flowing to color. Riding high, like the sun, You rise above the rim of your sleep

Growing greens, rejoice A new day has broken, the sun now rides high. In splendor above you, it gives out new life Dispelling the cool, grey dew of…

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I am Moving Through the Shadows

I am Moving Through the Shadows

Before me I see light, but what light do I see? Is it the light of accomplishment, or a light of defeat? I walk through the hills, through the highs and the lows To a place where I feel that nobody else knows This place that I find – it is quiet, serene A place where I stand silent, by myself, all alone

The light in the distance, it twinkles and glitters A lure to move on, to strive, stretch and…

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