‘You find a glimmer of happiness in this world,
there’s always someone who wants to destroy it.”
~J.M. Barrie, Neverland 

If darkness has rained on your parade, Click to view slideshow.
become a rainbow seeker.

For, when the light finally shines,
the brilliance of the colors you’ll find
will do more than simply dazzle the eye,
they’ll heal your soul then cleanse your mind.
Happy Easter <3

Reblogged from Words in verse.....:

Do not intrude,

Only to leave at will

Let me be, in my loneliness

Amidst dreams I cherish

I asked not of you a farthing

Yet you covered me in riches

Was it to lend to others, (at more interest?)

You took them back little by little, at will?

I have no use for temporary loans

Take back your barrelful…

Read more… 53 more words

Emanita01: When another pens words I couldn’t catch and shared emotions I’ve longed to express, I honor their works with no duress.

I am not a fashion victim. I am fashionable!

I’m at peace–
peaceful for the moment.
And in that moment
my mind’s eyes wishes
I could be in the skin
of a painter so I could
paint what’s being revealed
in this moment 

Tonight’s inspiration molded the above into the following:

I am at peace–
yes, peaceful for the moment. 
And being in that moment,
my mind’s eye wishes
I could be in the skin of a painter
so my hands could paint 
what my eye beholds
in this moment.

Submitted to the Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 65 

children aren’t happy with nothing to ignore.
And that’s what parents were created for.
( Ogden Nash, who else? )

The day he moved out was terrible
That evening she went through hell
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well…
Wendy Cope ( what a perfect name )

At 6 am in the morning, that’s not highly commendable…especially when it’s my day off!

But, as I said, I’d had a really good night’s sleep. So, irked but not quite angry, just in case there is a really good reason for someone to behave as such, I go to the window to see what the fuss is all about.

“OK, who’s…”

Lo and behold, my eyes fall upon 15 or so riot-garbed policemen!
Several signal to me to open the door. I rush to obey but am too late. The door’s  automatic timeout blocks me. I rush back to the window.

I motion to them to ring again. They frantically motion to me to open the door.

This cannot be happening, I must be still, asleep, dreaming. Yet, I lean out as far as I dare. 

“You have to buzz me again.” I whisper.

They signal to me, again, ordering me to open the door. This is becoming surreal.

I wave one of them to come closer. He slowly gets it then approaches rapidly. I hang even lower. Still, whispering, and wishing I’d never opened my window, I rapidly give instructions to the young officer.

“I cannot open the door unless you buzz me again. My name is…”

They begin to search, they find me…

I’m already at the interphone and spring into action at the first bzzzzz.

I go back to the window, just in case.

I see no one.

As I close my window it hits me: OMG, this is like some scene from a documentary or some latest breaking news scoop. Hmmmm, I wonder–

But there’s no need to pursue my pondering.

A sudden explosion on my landing, and a woman’s surprised protestation that closely follows, tells me where they’ve gone. I move to the center of my apartment, just in case. 

Bad move, I should have headed to the bathroom. I’m getting nauseous.

Sorry to have left my blogs in abandon.

I’ve been a bit busy lately, gathering more fodder for writing & for thought!

My muses & I will share poems and the like forthcoming, but until then, as a picture is worth so many words, here are two to set the words a flowing ;-D

On January 21st, I won a special mention as a candidate for Miss Ronde France 2012.

I was named right after the 1st runner up and just before the actual Miss was crowned!

Now, how’s that for a place of honor

Gown courtesy of  May’s Ange.

Teenager: But I already did the dishes once today!

Mother: Your job’s to wash the dishes after I’ve cooked.  Teenager: Yeah, right!

Mother:  And how many times a day do you eat?

Teenager (Grumbles): But I’m not doin’ the dishes EVERY time we eat! Once a day’s enough!

Mother: That’s cool!

Teenager: What’s cool?

Mother: …Preparing only one meal a day!
By the way, just so I’ll know, what’ll it be: breakfast, lunch or dinner?

http://fodder4thinking.wordpress.com/2012/02/03/quick-calculation-revisited/

To share for the Merry Christmas Special: Poetry Potluck Week 51: Free Linking