tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035004036559953342024-03-13T14:13:24.766-07:00Sketchesit's fine to use pencil...Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-90567503003123366072014-03-28T06:36:00.003-07:002014-03-28T06:36:44.506-07:00What Does the Fox Say?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He's lost his cunning<br />
Emaciated folly<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He dangled against a dull sky,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sprawled neatly, as light as a sigh--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Laborious weaving, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">for the catching of one careless fly </span>Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-59431518999247680772011-11-29T05:04:00.000-08:002011-11-29T05:04:39.589-08:00Hollow, Misery, Shallow<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPzFgF6pao4/TtTVmn60q3I/AAAAAAAAJIg/M-80uvMV_JM/s1600/Nevada+october+2011+%252854%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPzFgF6pao4/TtTVmn60q3I/AAAAAAAAJIg/M-80uvMV_JM/s320/Nevada+october+2011+%252854%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a>I shall go to the hollow.<br />
It's nothing to hallow--<br />
just a place where some tombstones<br />
sit crookedly shallow,<br />
where, fearful and flattened, they hid from the foe--in misery minding their mortars below<br />
until all the others had safely retreated.<br />
They held through the firestorm that suddenly heated the rocks where they huddled:<br />
hopeless, heroic<br />
No sign of their sacrifice<br />
Tombstones are stoic.<br />
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Naked trees, smashed homes<br />
Jumble of glass, iron, mud, blood <br />
"We'll rebuild", he grins.Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-51471257976068530122011-03-09T12:21:00.000-08:002011-03-14T12:04:09.118-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQ5PhiTT9Q/TXfhPhCSciI/AAAAAAAAEWE/eXI6Q9tJKl0/s1600/100_4928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQ5PhiTT9Q/TXfhPhCSciI/AAAAAAAAEWE/eXI6Q9tJKl0/s200/100_4928.JPG" width="138" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They said, "It's too dainty a tune</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to be played on a contrabassoon."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But the thought tantalized him,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And so he surprised them</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">With a haunting rendition of bass <i>Clair de Lune.</i></span><br />
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Did I mention the fate of the fearless first mate<br />
who dove into the deep with the best of intentions?<br />
Well, sadly, along with his fidgety nature, <br />
he'd a curious affinity for explosive inventions <br />
and, mingled, this duo of inherited traits<br />
created a splash of unequaled dimensions.<br />
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and I can't come up with anything for the Three Word Wednesday prompt,<br />
not even a juicy bit of gossip to share. My mind is blank.<br />
I figure it's just the stress of having a couple of full time jobs.<br />
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and surveyin' the ground<br />
for interesting barrows and hills,<br />
I chanced on a sign<br />
as it hung on a line<br />
of old barbed wire. (kind of gave me the chills).<br />
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<i>No huntin'</i> it said<br />
Then, painted in red,<br />
<i>This land has already been leased</i><br />
I looked to my right<br />
And there in full sight<br />
Hung a hapless, but trespassin' beast<br />
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And wouldn't you know,<br />
There hung a whole row<br />
Of varmints caught chasin' the cattle<br />
And sort of alone<br />
On a post of his own<br />
A porcupine caught in the battle<br />
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I looked for a gun,<br />
and didn't see one,<br />
but I stayed in my car just the same <br />
A calf might start bawlin',<br />
that farmer come callin'<br />
And see an occasion for blame<br />
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I didn't want to quit<br />
taking pictures a bit,<br />
but this time I knew that I must<br />
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The warm western skies<br />
Shone bright in my eyes <br />
And I blinked as I drove just ahead of the dust<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Occasion;</b></span> noun: a particular time, especially as marked by certain circumstances or occurrences.<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>But the dreams that I dream, I don't do</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Lost caverns are deep</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>High mountains are steep</b></span><br />
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Spin it left? Spin it right? Must I choose?<br />
If I stick with the facts,<br />
Will they give me the axe<br />
For a colorless lack of political hues?<br />
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A handful of hair,<br />
It's no great loss after all.<br />
I shouldn't have been so abrasive.<br />
No great loss <br />
Just a handful of hair<br />
I shouldn't have angered him.<br />
Hair grows back.<br />
It's really no great loss.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">But no one would scooch down a bit</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Since her temper was janky</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;">She became rather cranky</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;">And tossed a conniption fit.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>conniption:</b></span> noun: a bad tantrum. One has a conniption or conniption fit.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;">janky:</span></b> adjective: broken or functioning poorly or improperly; messed up.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;">scooch:</span></b> verb: to move over, or to scoot. <b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b>Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-68619664804482337282011-01-19T19:08:00.000-08:002011-01-20T13:53:59.143-08:00Descent<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ne_i5EK3vS8/TTelbRlz_TI/AAAAAAAAEJA/Rqzb8EZ8Tvg/s1600/superload.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ne_i5EK3vS8/TTelbRlz_TI/AAAAAAAAEJA/Rqzb8EZ8Tvg/s400/superload.jpg" width="400" /></a> <br />
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Slow, surreal, spirals<br />
They slide in a long descent<br />
Toward the killing fields<br />
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Toward the killing fields<br />
In a long descent they slide<br />
Spirals: slow, surreal<br />
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<em>He’s harmless</em>, the owner assured me, <em>just a young puppy, really, that wants to play.</em><br />
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I smiled at the yelping mass of spotted fur and tried to get over my irrational fears.<br />
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<em>Nice puppy</em>, I crooned in a soft, sweet voice, <em>Nice little Saint Bernard that’s as big as a spotted Jersey heifer</em>. His jowls were slobbery moist but his tail thumped in welcome, and his dark eyes were playful. <br />
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<em>You’re a sweet, little doggie.</em> I smiled bravely, and reached out to pat the top of his huge head. In a flash, jaws snapped upward and I realized that he had bitten my wrist. <br />
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<em>Stop, Samson! Drop it!</em> yelled someone standing on the edge of shock-blurred reality.<br />
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The hulking brute quickly released my bleeding, tooth-marked arm and looked expectantly at his master, who gave him a doggie treat and said: <em>Look how well he obeys orders!</em><br />
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“<em>Smart Puppy</em>.”<br />
“<em>Good Dog</em>.”Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-13534113151430966542011-01-09T06:25:00.000-08:002011-01-09T06:25:33.682-08:00Mount Huashan Hiking TrailThe scenario quickly turned dark,<br />
And his chance of survival was stark<br />
But he only would say,<br />
Concerning that day,<br />
"Well, it wasn't a walk in the park!"<br />
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She goes to a fancy, dress ball?<br />
And the plot? Well what in tarnation? <br />
T'aint likely or plausible at all!<br />
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willingly, taint, plausibleLilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-84338935978441067982010-12-29T06:01:00.000-08:002010-12-29T06:01:09.459-08:00buckle, evade, wedgeThe more he evaded the truth,<br />
the tighter his testimony<br />
became wedged between the incredulous and the ludicrous.<br />
Finally, it buckled--right there in the witness stand.<br />
And he was left entangled in the wreckage of his own deceit.<br />
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and I have seen it--crooked little saplings forced to cower.<br />
They wrench their twisted limbs and drop their flying seeds haphazardly to scavenge midst hard roots. Their boughs are educated to bend low and make no answer.<br />
Yet I have heard them shriek--an awkward, unbecoming, and completely futile objection to certain fierce storms--before they droop to seethe in distorted silence. <br />
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<b>Dabbles in a regicide</b><br />
<b>Unutterable!</b>Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-54637960765123707082010-12-07T17:23:00.000-08:002010-12-07T17:25:42.160-08:00Sky and TreesPolychrome backdrop<br />
Bronze silhouettes <br />
A splendid morning<br />
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It's warm right now, but a North wind is blowing.<br />
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They say the storm will strike us all tonight, so I had to capture this last fire before the ice.<br />
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A thousand of the dirty things were screaming through my mind, <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ne_i5EK3vS8/TOh5jZHNppI/AAAAAAAAD-A/k1n-Xn2KbtY/s1600/demoniac.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ne_i5EK3vS8/TOh5jZHNppI/AAAAAAAAD-A/k1n-Xn2KbtY/s1600/demoniac.jpg" /></a><br />
and, when I counted echoes in the caves, I heard a million.<br />
They compelled me.<br />
They controlled me.<br />
They consumed me.<br />
Until I--like a tortured breath of smoke--quivered, crying while they stormed, broke chains, snapped locks, and raged.<br />
I was a mad, mad man in a world of shrouded, swine-smelling darkness.<br />
Until the morning--the morning after that big storm.<br />
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It had raged all night.<br />
They had too, dragging me along for the frenzy.<br />
I was so tired at dawn's approach,<br />
so collapsed and curled-up in the cave,<br />
that I almost missed the sound of His light footsteps.<br />
a foreign flame that kindled my last longing... <br />
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Could my little smoke escape them?<br />
Could I run blazing through that pandemonium palisade,<br />
a spewed chunk of tinder trembling through the sky in a feeble arc of fire?<br />
No pause before I sprang; no time for second guessing,<br />
just a savage leaping toward the man ascending from the dock.<br />
I charged, shaking and I ran straight to him...<br />
Then I crumpled at his feet--<br />
for they had caught me.<br />
All awake and stomping, they were roaring in my throat.<br />
I couldn't talk. I couldn't beg. The nasty things were crowding, stifling the scream of my so-desperate soul with their incessant, endless babbling, leaving me no voice...no voice at all.<br />
Then, merciful Heaven above! The things were leaving!<br />
I felt the pain of thunderous clawing as they trampled in their haste to slam the door.<br />
In the faint and far off distance I could hear them--squealing, snorting--<br />
as they dove off jagged cliffs that lined the shore. <br />
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Quiet.<br />
The most beautiful nothing I'd ever felt.<br />
Quiet.<br />
They brought me clothes. I ate some bread.<br />
And then we talked. No noisy interruptions.<br />
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My whole voice was mine again.<br />
So I offered it to follow Him. <br />
And I told my story...like I'm telling it now,<br />
over and over in my own still voice.<br />
What a difference a day made!Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-46397619086261113332010-10-25T04:32:00.000-07:002010-10-25T04:43:02.585-07:00The Tin Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ne_i5EK3vS8/TMVoGRlqQBI/AAAAAAAAD6g/-MLN_2o7qwI/s1600/HeartSilver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ne_i5EK3vS8/TMVoGRlqQBI/AAAAAAAAD6g/-MLN_2o7qwI/s1600/HeartSilver.jpg" /></a></div>So today I journey on, <br />
each step a pinch of pain.<br />
Dust rising from the road<br />
stresses my tin-stiff skin.<br />
"Oil!," I cry, "Oh Oil!,"<br />
but my eyes stay dry,<br />
stoic and unbended,<br />
as I keep creaking<br />
up the long road, <br />
wanting tears<br />
with all my<br />
wretched,<br />
heart.<br />
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Written for "We Write Poems." The Prompt was "Wizard of Oz". <br />
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This sky greeted us when we stepped out of church last Sunday evening. I went running to get my camera and met Claye, my daughter, who had already anticipated that action and was bringing it...snapping pictures all the way. At first, the color was more of a tangerine but it soon gave way to this. Within a few minutes, it was gone to gray. This lavish beauty splashed out randomly in the sky overwhelms me some times. What an artist!Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503500403655995334.post-57146162801959170542010-09-27T14:15:00.000-07:002010-09-27T17:51:28.543-07:00Limerick--The Obscure WomanA woman who yearned for great fame<br />Had a long, unpronounceable name.<br />When asked, <span style="font-style: italic;">Are you ma</span>d?<br />She said, <span style="font-style: italic;">Not at my dad,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It's really my mother I blame.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He wanted to christen me Jane.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She said, Oh my dear, that's too plain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let's call her Ophelia</span>,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lorraine, or Amelia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">or Opheliaamelialorraine!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I could change it to Jean or Marie</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And be famous in no time,</span> said she,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I'd come back to town</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As a woman of renown</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And no one would know it was me!</span>Lilibethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031218249072893776noreply@blogger.com4