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Monthly Archives: July 2012

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Back in the day, a lot of fireworks were legal
to buy and to have for one’s own use at home. 
A group of boys would gather especially on
the 4th, 
bring their personal stash of fireworks…
particularly rockets.  And then, they’d lite them
and shoot them at each other.  One Fourth of
July as they were shooting rockets at each other,
one landed in the stash of one of the teenage boys.
They all ran,
took cover, knowing that soon
the fireworks
would all ignite at the same time
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together the flames would be spectacular.
A magnificent sight  to see indeed.

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This is a writing prompt. Bet you can’t do it!
Take the 10 random words below
and crush writer’s block by creating a cohesive,
creative short story!
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Blubber  Stride  Pitch  Filter  Sound   Perhaps 
Crop
 
Cheap  Frame   Roll
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Did you see the guy with the tall lanky frame
and and rolls of blubber around his waist.
Perhaps the cheap cropped jeans affected
his stride and caused the high pitched voice that
needed to be filtered down to a decent and
tolerable sound.
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He thought perhaps his frame was sleek,
that no one could see th
erollsof blubber
the girls could see sneaking out from under
the bottom of  his cheap cropped t-shirt.

His stride was purposeful as he walked
the beach, filtering out the sounds of laughter
rolling on the waves.
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I looked out the second story window of a gallery in Town Hill Maine, and saw this tree that had during some severe  weather event, split and fallen, but was still alive.

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It is a tribute to the tree that it was left to grow in its altered state and not chopped immediately for firewood. I love trees and love to paint them…I will find a place in a painting to memorialize this tree..

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Joining with

“On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”

Sunday Trees – 37

 

by becca givens

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Forget-me-not now
forget-me not ever more
remember our vows
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Remember truly
we shared forever lifetime
Forget-me-not, love.
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Forget-me-not blooms
our signature of passion
til again we meet
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I laugh at middle
age.  Fifty is half of one
hundred. Sounds fishy.
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I passed middle age
before I knew I was there
Don’t know when it was
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Puzzled, I think ’bout
it.  We don’t know we’ve been there
’til end.  Middle? when?

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Sensational Haiku Wednesday

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Writing Prompts –

Creative Copy Challenge # 260
This is a writing prompt.

Bet you can’t do it!
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Take the 10 random words below and crush writer’s block
by creating a cohesive, creative short story!
Pain // Hook// Save //Pretty// Sweet//
Home
// Lady //Tonight //Thrill //Ramble
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Tonight it pained me
to see the sweet prettylady
needing to be saved  after
falling into the rambling roses
while walking
to her home sweethome
after a thrilling night at
the theater.
She tried to escape them
by hook, or by crook.
It was painful,
falling into the rambling roses
but she was helped up
by a sweet man
who then walked her home.
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The young lady had been
taking her sweet time
tonight rambling home
getting a thrill out of the night sky
and the pretty stars above…
the hook of the big dipper
had caught her eye.
The pain of saving money,
walking the long way
home was eased by the
pretty views of night.

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Passion required
life’s work needs zeal, excitement
wake to joy each day
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Intensity excites
each day passion rules outcome
love expands, win, win
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Passion creates zest
for living, acts of kindness,
spirit enhances life

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Passion required
life’s work needs zeal, excitement
wake to joy each day

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Ida works with people with Alzheimer’s … it is her passion to help them enjoy life to the fullest. She has a special place called Robert and Mary’s, a day care for people with Alzheimer’s disease. .

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Intensity excites
each day passion rules outcome
love expands, win, win
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Joan has devoted her life to teaching 3, 4, 5 year olds, for over fifty years.  First with her own

pre-school called Sunshine Nursery School and then for the YMCA.  She recently retired, but

has agreed to teach her special art class to the next year students.  She has a passion for that

age group and they develop a passion for learning from her enthusiasm.

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Passion creates zest
for living, acts of kindness,
spirit enhances life

Steve has a passion for music…a musician and host of home concerts with wonderful musicians.  He also has a passion for

playing the drums.  He supports Ida in her quest to raise money for her new Robert and Mary’s Place.

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. Bruce has a passion for jazz and photography.  Here he is taking photos of jazz musicians at a House Concert hosted by Steve.

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.Bruce has a passion for playing jazz as often as he can.

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six word fridays: found

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I saw on the local news that a fund raiser lemonade stand would open again the next day and found them busily selling lemonade and a treat for a donation. In this photo, Jocelyn and Alex Boudreau.

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In front of Heartstrings on Main Street in Ellsworth, Maine, I met some wonderful people with a super lemonade stand raising money for a youngster with Leukemia.  In this photo are Jocelyn and Alex Boudreau.

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Eye catching sigh for the lemonade stand. It is well done…I can see the hard work that went into it.

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The attractive stand with the card on the window to sign and leave a message for the family. Jocelyn looking at customers heading  for the stand.

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Fabulous Home baked goodies made and donated by friends.

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This is a mini whoopie pie…a Maine creation…and an excellent reason to stop for some lemonade and a treat. Made and donated by Rachael Hayden for the stand.

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A photo collage  of Camden and his Mom, Sheri Burns Bryant.

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The card with well wishes signed by visitors to the lemonade stand.

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Jocelyn Boudreau, 9,  is raising money for a
favorite teacher, Mrs. Bryant, whose
toddler son, Camden, is being treated for
recently diagnosed leukemia.  At the stand
I met Jocelyn, her brother, Alex, and Abbie
all taking care of customers.
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When I stopped at the lemonade stand
on my way home from an appointment,
I found an enthusiastic group ready to
share with me how special and loving
Mrs. Bryant is.  Jocelyn’s mother, Becky,
told me how important it was for her
children to raise money to help a special
teacher that enriched their lives.
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The owner of Heartstrings, the store the
lemonade stand is in front of,  I did not
get to meet, but I understand that she
is donating 20 percent of the days sales
to the Bryant family.  Daisy White, the
store owner, also had Mrs Bryant teach
one of her children.
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A local campground had some kids go
around collecting donations for the fund.

It was so wonderful to hear Mrs. Boudreau
tell about how meaningful it was to know
that other children had contributed this way.
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I am so happy I stopped and met the
great children, their mother and grandmother,
during their turning lemons to lemonade
and raising money for a good cause.
It was a warm, breezy, sunny summer day
…just perfect to stop for lemonade and a treat.
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Wishing a full recovery for Camden,  knowing
the community will be there to support the
entire family during this difficult time. 

Peace, and Love to all who participated in this
community event and to Camden and his
family, too.
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July 20/2o12 update:

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Just the donations at the lemonade stand

totaled $1643.67. They thank every one who donated.

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six word fridays: found

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Amazing Lemonade Stand for Little Camden
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My friend Trisha has a collection of the nicest sounding wind chimes on her back deck.

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night silence broken
soft melodic sounds waken
soft breeze stirs wind chimes
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wind chimes stir lost words
spoken in nights quiet world
memory brings sighs
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sighs remember past
when night brought loving moments
wind chimes stir feelings
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for:  Chèvrefeuille’s haiku-blog

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The prompt is part of the opening line of Walter de la Mare’s poem

The Listeners :     Is there anybody there?

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My heart beats fast,

I can feel it pounding,
my breathing quickens.
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What is the feeling in the room ?
There seems to be someone here,
in this room, right NOW.
I feel chilly, shiver.
I look.  I see no one.
I feel something, someone.
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Is anybody there?
I didn’t believe in ghosts
back in 1971.
The windows rattle.
The wind isn’t blowing.
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Is anybody there ?
I think it, but don’t say it.
Then I hear footsteps,
I’m alone in the house.
Or so I thought.
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Is anybody there ?
WHY are you here.
And who ARE you ?
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This is autobiographical and will
continue as inspiration strikes.
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Originally Shared with Carry on Tuesday #160…. Is there anybody there?