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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

140 characters for Christmas!



Grandpa says angels make too much noise.
Donkeys make more
And wise men snore in tents on plains
Where dangers roar
While shepherds seek a king.


Wednesday, October 30, 2013

140 characters for Halloween



Darkly shadowed
Starkly drawn
Partly hallowed
Harken, dawn is
storming winter’s
Broken thorn of
Mourning
Shorn of
Sleeping
Keeping
Secrets
Shadowed
Torn

Monday, October 14, 2013

Salute

Torn and tattered
Worn and battered
Broken shattered
Dreams of thee

Once defending
Those whose bending
Knees were wending
Paths to thee

Once so certain
This bright curtain
Couldn’t hurt them
Once so free

Now betrayed
That freedom slayed
The price of braver-y
Shall be

Torn and tattered
Worn and battered
Broken shattered
Dreams of thee.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Did you tweet?

Shout in an empty
Room and a tree
Falls in a forest
No one to see it.
Nobody hears
Papermill dreams
Silently screamed
So fearfully laid
On the page.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

If you tweet

Nobody’s looking. Nobody’s there.
Nobody’s watching. Nobody cares.
Nobody’s commenting. Nobody shares.
Facebook forgotten, tweet empty despair.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Can you tweet?



Written in response to http://writing.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474981957642 but only half the required length (250 words instead of 500) 'cause I used the other half trying to log onto Gather.

Shortly after we moved to the States, someone asked if I used alcohol. Wondering briefly why they cared about my cleaning products I answered, “I’m not sure what’s in this brand.” But I do drink wine and my questioner took offense at my misunderstanding.
Using Twitter may be a similarly incomprehensible source of unutterable confusion. I search for hashtags (#5minutes, for example, when advertising 5-minute stories, or #’random-string-of-letters’ when supporting a random-string-named tweet group). I hover my mouse over a resulting miniscule splurge of pre-shrunken information, then click on the little blue “retweet” that appears. It’s almost magic, but I’m still not sure if it’s “using,” “abusing,” or merely failing to use the song of the birds.
Hashtags let people search for something—like #5minutes—and get a filtered list of random results. If you want your message to go to someone you don’t know, they’re worth a try. Retweets mean the message gets sent out again, so more people searching might find it, maybe, if the haystack’s aligned with the right side of twitterdom. And tweet groups mean a group of friends, or e-friends, agree to retweet each other’s messages, thus expanding the amount of e-verbiage in the e-universe.
My Mum once asked what I was doing on Twitter, and why the text on the page made nothing vaguely resembling sense. “Oh, I’m just tweeting,” said I.
“Birds tweet.”
“I’m using Twitter.”
“Little old ladies twitter.”
“I’m marketing.”
She wasn’t convinced, so we both “used” another glass of wine.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Howl

The wind howls but it has no strength and cannot tumble me.
The wind howls and it might be wolves. They will not come for me.
The wind howls and the branches bend but they will not break or fall.
The wind howls and the ages send their answer. Hear their call.
The future howls, and past unseated all.

Friday, September 27, 2013

The Tail of a Chess Player

When the chess board’s gray on gray
And the pieces fade away
And the sky is night and the night is day
And the kids are refusing to play,
Numbers turn into words;
Queen to d 4 is heard
And the gasp--what occurred?--
Sweetly furred, ‘twas the cat
For she’s gray as the stormcloud
And faster than mouse
At chess-pass. Then the child
Sets the board up with smiles
And says, “Hold her Mom now
While we play.”

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Fathers

I’ve set the time. Just bring one thing back, just one iota of proof. That’s all I need.
I’ve set the place, just needs a little refinement.
I’ve set the carrier wave to bring me home.
I open the box.
“Mom, where’s Daddy gone?” says Sam. Didn’t it work?
“I don’t know. That’s strange.” Can’t they see?
“I’m here,” I try to shout with my silent voice, plastic face all frozen and still. I’m here beside the manger with ragged robes and a box in my hand—a cross between a shepherd and a king. And there’s no going back.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

The Mother

Peter’s so possessive about his stuff. He’s got this box he brought home from work and no-one’s allowed to touch it. But Sam hid it in his pocket before church. He’s pulling off the ribbons now, face so intent. I lean over his shoulder—just to peak. It’s empty.
Church is going overboard on incense these days. It stinks. Then I hear an animal noise, see a camel, and look up into the face of a king. What’s going on here?
Choir’s still singing. I hear Peter’s voice, “I thought I told you…” and I’m beside him in church again.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

The Child

Daddy said “Don’t open the box,” but it’s Christmas. Who doesn’t open stuff at Christmas-time? When Dad’s not looking I pull on the ribbon and climb inside my spaceship, rattling, shaking its way to the stars. But I don’t know why it lands me on a freezing cold hillside.
Sheep bleat miserably and Christmas tree fairies sing carols out of tune. A boy tugs my arm, shouting, “Hurry! Come and see.”
Then my Dad takes the box away from me. “I thought I told you…” I open my eyes to Sunday’s choir and church. But how?
What’s in the box?

Monday, July 8, 2013

red, white, blue, orange, gray and brown

In flowerbeds the flags wave bright
red blue and white, while orange flies
to label cables, lines and wires
amid the arid gray of scorching clay
and all around
the grass is turning brown.

Will you still celebrate tonight
or wonder why our freedoms take such fright?

Thursday, July 4, 2013

In Dependence

I depend on my spouse for my home;
He depends on me to keep the hearth aglow.
I depend on my kids for youth; they on me for growth.
I depend on my government to keep it all afloat
and more and most
I depend on God.

Maybe independence is the freedom to know
True dependence is rights and responsibilities both.

Find another Five-Minute Bible Story spotlighted at the Virtual EBook Fair again this weekend

Sunday, June 23, 2013

The dance lingers on

We danced by the moonlight and sang by the stars.
We wandered the universe far
Far away from our home.

We whispered sweet nothings and emptied our hearts.
We warmed up tomorrow with sparks
Of our lingering love.

We danced in the evening when bodies were stilled
And aging had taken its fill.
We were never alone.

For the music's still playing, the dance carries on
And the future will never be gone.
It's our hearth and our home.

I don't know if the music's still playing at the ebook fair, but you'll find a five minute Bible story sample at http://sheiladeethstudies.blogspot.com and more sample reading at the virtual ebook fair. Just go through the gate: http://samplesaturday.blogspot.co.uk/

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Mirror mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?
Who can answer, who can see
Who can tell without deceit?
Who can listen, who can hear
When the truth is whispered near?
Mirror mirror silence please
'Cause I don't want to know.

Want some great reading samples? Want to find some good ebooks to take on vacation? Then head on over to the virtual ebook fair. It's happening every Saturday, but the doors stay open after the music's stopped and the pages still turn. Just go through the gateway at http://samplesaturday.blogspot.co.uk/ and see. And don't miss my booth at http://sheiladeethstudies.blogspot.com

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Fair's Fair

"Fair's fair," said he.
"But I'm dark," said she.
"Fair's hair," said her sister.
"You're blonde."

"Fair shares," said he.
"Share with me," said she.
"Shares are mine," said her sister
and took him in her arms so now they're gone.

Meanwhile the virtual ebook fair's meeting at http://samplesaturday.blogspot.co.uk/--just go through the gate. And don't forget to visit my booth at http://sheiladeethstudies.blogspot.com

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Are you going to the Fair?

Prancing ponies fall asleep
Dancing lightning doesn't keep
Music's silent, wheels stand still
Strangers look down from the hill
Packing dreams and stalls away
Nothing lingers, nothing stays
Chancing children's promise gone
Day the passing fair moves on.

But you can still enjoy the Virtual Ebook Fair--the sample pages keep turning even after the music stops. Just wander to Facebook and see: https://www.facebook.com/events/381254251993089/ or read a five-minute story from my Five Minute Bible Story Series (TM) at http://sheiladeethstudies.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/so-here-i-am-at-fair-again.html

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Memorial Day Fairground




Are you going to the fair?
I lost my little brother there;
I know not how. I know not where
He’s gone to be a soldier.

In the twisted mirror’s glare
Painted ponies stop and stare.
Generations watching; they’re
All gone as well for soldiers.

Time and tide, the fair is there.
Ponies ride and soldier’s bear
Our burdens. Blessings show we care.
Give thanks today to soldiers.

And on a completely different note, the virtual ebook fair may be over but the pages are still turning at https://www.facebook.com/events/614229538588751/, or http://sheiladeethstudies.blogspot.com/2013/05/so-here-i-am-at-fair-again.html. See you there!