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Random Prompt: Do you lie to yourself?
 
I try not to but I am sure I do. I have enough difficulty accepting me without decieving myself. I am certainly guilty of being surrounded by a self created mask and sometimes put too much faith in that. I am sure there isn't a person breathing who knows the me I hide from the world, I am not even sure I know who that person is either. Is that lying to myself... probably!
 
Quote of the Day
 
In mathematics you don't understand things. You just get used to them. --- Johann von Neumann

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Hail the Holly King

 

The waxing year brings stories of the Holly King
crimson berries his blood upon the snow.
Yuletide songs greeting the golden Oak King
around the fireside just as long ago.

The winter cold has the Earth in it’s trance
in honour of the fallen Holly King
 and the Oak King begins his age old dance
and once more our voices in glory sing.

The year is waning in the summer sun
the Oak King’s blood shall lie upon the ground
Victory of the handsome Holly King begun
as the year’s wheel journey’s round.

A Blessed Yuletide and may the peace of the Goddess be ever with you

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Creative Journal: 5th December 2008

Life without love is like a tree without blossom or fruit --- Khalil Glibran

Phrase - worry not about love, for it cares only for you

Random - shadow Daniel Boon by Benet

Title - Forbidden Dreams

First line - I have fallen, so you can lift me up

Poetic line - How the old mountains drip with sunset - Emily Dickinson

Projective Identity - on of a pair of contact lenses

Wordbank - British, video games, candy, plane, pig

Theme - sensual scene involving food

AWAD - hornswoggle (HORN-swog-uhl) v. to cheat, hoax or decieve.

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Creative Journal: 4th December 2008

Art by Luis Royo

Quote - It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. --- Henry David Thoreau

Wordbank: fear, scream, blue, ocean, scream.

Phrase: Time makes my body weak, but my love stronger.

Title: My First Grey Hair

First line: No one has given him/her/me this much before.

A Word a Day: flummadiddle (flum-uh-DID-l) n. nonsense, something worthless.


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Where There's a Quill

Where there‘s a quill and ink there lies a way,
To write poems with skill and flare, in peace.
Embrace the Pen within your hand, I say,
And let battles of words forever cease.
The verse that comes from white feathers today,
That talent is free but always on lease
So come rain or shine ink on paper lay,
With this treaty word command will increase.
A pen is a mighty warrior’s steel sword
Against the aggression of the blank page
To a poet as vital as the word
If used with the wisdom of Legend’s sage
Even if the flow is subtly absurd
And release your mind from the writer’s cage.

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On Love's Wings

Without it, life is a drag
a dishrag of existence.
Care of you, love, just for me,
so that we last the distance.

I know our path lies beyond,
ever bonded, for all time.
Still I want the here and now
in love’s bough, is that a crime?

I have no magic potion,
just emotion, to hold you.
Without you, I am nothing,
on love’s wing, we’ll see it through.

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Journey to Art

They say she was born with it,
as colours fit on the boards.
The practice of many years,
hiding tears, with no rewards.

So many leave empty quills,
to pay the bills - forget art.
And those brave few who remain
face disdain, ’til they depart.

Brushes and pens leave their tracks
chalk and wax, subtle effects.
All these skills need to be learned,
talent earned, still with defects.

Picture that hangs on the wall,
she gave her all to create.
Glory at last she can claim,
speak her name in art’s debate.

Behind each success hides years,
endless fears, no peace of mind.
Her legacy is her art,
from the heart, she left behind.


Quote: Every artist was first an amateur

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Iambic Feet

The rhyme is in iambic feet,
It’s left my pen alone in defeat.
As words that come and go today
I’m practising to write this way
Then write some more to ease my pain
Then edit it and write again
The guys I read from long ago
The pulse of words, some fast, some slow,
Thus poems flow with rhythmic beat
With rhymes that form iambic feet


I sit with pen in hand, but have no ink
No time or space to dream as pictures sink
Beyond the art my eyes no longer see
As words entwine in random form for me
Arrange in lines to build a structured verse
Poetic joys I often find a curse
But words like rivers have to ebb and flow
And dance in thoughts and dreams with cosmic glow
A new art form to learn as I turn grey
The Painting Poet’s here to write her way.

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Ernie, the other half a bee

Half of me, co-incidentally,
As has been said, Eric be,
This half of bee must surely be,
acutely, the half bee that is me.

They forgot me, can you not see,
That Eric Bee was half of me,
They said this Bee was not a bee
And blamed it on an injury!

Sing it...

ABCDEFG
Ernie the half a bee
One, two, three... la dee dee
Ernie the half a bee

It's that cursed semi-bee
No chance he recalls me
As he dozes upon your knee
Damn that Eric, the half-a-bee

Ho, ho, ho, and he he he
Ernie the half a bee
Twiddly dum, fiddler's three
Ernie the half a bee

I loved the hive, 'til he broke free
Split in two, bi-sexually
That summer's day when he loved me
Wholly carnally.

He loved me carnally
I was his lady bee
The End


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Creative Journal: 3rd December 2008

Quote - There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds --- Gilbert K. Chesterton

Title - Drink from my Poison Cup

A Word a Day - Discombobulate (dis-kuhm-BOB-yuh-layt) v. to disconcert or confuse

Theme - Hands

Wordbank - rewind, damaged, blood, kinky, beauty

Phrase - I'll turn your tears to roses.
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Creative Journal: 2nd December 2008

Quote

Deep into the darkness peering, long i stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared dream before.

Edgar Allan Poe

AWAD

skidaddle (ski-DAD-l)

verb; to leave hurriedly.

Title:

The Rose of Love

Word bank

love, poison, time, romance, curses.

Phrases

dormant tree; flowers fold; new-built city

Poetic Form:

Terxa Rima Sonnet

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