Category: Reblog

Year of the Tiger

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“If we’re going to burn this year
let’s burn brightly”

Very well said, by Bartholomew Barker. This is a delightful poem. Please swing by Bart’s little neck of the blogosphere and check it out.

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Year of the Tiger

That Cheshire cat grin
of the slim crescent
setting in the twilight
is the smirk of a tiger

Will we catch it by the tail
or will the fire in its eyes
ignite the tinder as we saunter
into the flames

If we’re going to burn this year
let’s burn brightly

Happy Lunar New Year! This poem written to the prompts Tiger and Saunter and, of course, shamelessly stolen lines from Blake.

 

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Misery

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don’t spread your wings stay a while don’t fly away i love your smile i’ll writhe and scream if you take that flight if you leave, i won’t write gone you go, but it won’t be long soon i’ll hear your comeback song no matter how far you go, you’ll feel my wrath you plus […]

Misery

I’m so glad she’s back. Do yourself a solid and visit Kelley’s blog. This piece is one I believe many people can relate or did relate to at some point. Misery will creep in and overstay and overstep in any way she can, don’t let her rule your life.

Your Poem From Me

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For some of you who may not have seen this . . . the first gift poem posts tomorrow. This is my way of giving back, and most times, the only way I can do that is through words.

Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.

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The Giving Cause

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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Carl Sandburg via BrainyQuote

I feel moved . . . compelled to do this. I have had this idea dancing about in my mind for a few weeks now, and with the world still spinning away from where we need it to be, the timing feels right. Poetry has always been my way of communicating when I did not know how to say what needed to be said. It is a way of me being able to connect with this community and other writing communities–an expression of everything I can emote, but has trouble leaving my lips and making its way into the ether. I know I am not alone when I share this–writers, especially those of us more akin and in tune to poetry, rely on our words to heal, help…

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Throwbacks

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Thanks to The Drabble for accepting another drabble of mine. I do love microfiction and brevity in writing, and I am honored to see another one of my creations hosted here.

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By Tremaine L. Loadholt (Tre)

I perused the gently used and previously owned items of every aisle. Old toys re-gifted to a store ready to house their contents — books decades-old, thumbed by the ancestors of the world. One could get lost in a sea of G.I. Joe figurines and Luke Skywalker life-sized dolls … not dolls. My heart jumped ten feet ahead of me when I spotted vinyl stacked so high, it resembled a tower. Could I scale it? Would I scale it?

Imagining the songbirds of the past and their accompanying suitors in sound sent shivers up my spine. I would have them — all of them. But first, I must purchase a record player.

I search for one in this — the land of throwbacks. I find it.

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“I am more than breath & bones. I am nectar in waiting.” – the writer

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12 Plays of Christmas: When The Snow Fell

12 Plays of Christmas: When The Snow Fell

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I don’t recall how I happened upon his blog recently, but I’m so glad I did. If you’re looking for a wondrous storyteller who leaves you wanting more after each story, you NEED to be reading Rhyan, aka MADD FICTIONAL. Seriously.

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When the snow fell, a man and woman became lost and wandered into the village where I was born. They were aware of just how fragile the planet was with too many people packed too close together. Human beings were hurting Earth and this village was one of those tiny and oh so very poor places in the world unknown to cartographers that was struggling with overpopulation.

The couple had been on an excursion to find their souls and instead found a half-frozen little orphan girl whom no one could afford to take in, and that day I found a family because even though the man and woman hadn’t planned on having children themselves, they believed in their hearts that it was the right thing to do.

They’d both been bitten by the wanderlust bug at early ages, so when I became old enough to truly appreciate presents, my adoptive…

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