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Here are some pictures that just tugged at me to create while walking through my entry.  They are twelve-inch natural stone tiles.   I never noticed the (featured photo) before, but once the face popped out at me…at least three faces in fact…I knew they were perfect for Cee’s Odd Ball Photo challenge.     The eye just seems to adjust for the scene.

These shots remind me of mountain and desert terrain, the color scheme of the Southwest.      What wonders do YOU see here, boys and girls?   I’d love to hear….

(all photos © Sometimes, 2017)

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A Tuesday Tetractus

Day Three: a Tetractus

owl
to wit
say Who? Who?

open ended minds
make clear the path…leading ever forward
never look back.

A straight trail
leads home
Wise!

© Sometimes 2017

 

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/tetractys.html

1 one-syllable word

2   syllables

3   syllabels

4  syllables

10 syllables

Try it everybody!   It’s fun.    Perk up the poetry!

 

 

dreams of day

Days go by in dreams…
more complicated, it seems,
day-dreams pass away…
are replaced by dreams of day.

Not intended to be obtuse,
or in any way clever, or to abuse,
by flippant tries to make a verse,
or to neglect decorum in place of subterfuge.

Dream places are often familiar,
if not in actual points of reference,
at least recurrent and commonplace
locales to retreat for reassurance.

© Sometimes, 2016

A Re-blog of “EU Mission to Mars; no thanks” by Calers. With commentary from a space-nut.

Here is an interesting post by Calers, one of my favorite bloggers…who always manages to stretch my imagination. Like Kermit the Frog, I subscribe to the like of Dreamers and Lovers and all of the many songs about rainbows and the sheer joy of speculation and imagination that is an innate part of our Human Intelligence. Or as my late husband once suggested: maybe I am just “nuts.”

 

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The EU has many urgent needs. A mission to Mars is not one of them. Greece may need another bailout. The EU is trying to form an army. There is massive illegal immigration. Many EU states have terrifyingly large deficits. The PIGS (Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain) still suffer from massive unemployment. Among the young this is beyond massive. We need to turn to green energy.

The USA already has missions to Mars. It is wasteful for the United States too. There is no need for the EU to copy such profligacy. It is part of the EU’s small man syndrome. The European Union often tries and fails to rival the United States.

The EU is better than the USA in terms of dealing with poverty and providing healthcare. We have a far lower murder rate and a better human rights situation. Why do EU fanatics feel impelled to take…

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Tributary (Reblogged from Behind the White Coat)

This post is about a topic that I think about often….namely, friends in our circle of virtual friendship.   I did not know the subject of this, but in fact…popular as he was, he is thus gaining even more interest.

 

Behind the White Coat

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There are exceptional people you can come across in life if you are lucky, people who make you feel like a better version of you. Smarter. Prettier. Kinder. More patient.

Not empty flattery. No. They have a knack for finding the gem of you and making you sparkle and shine.

I have been blessed to find a few of these people in my lifetime. Paul Curran was one of those. I looked forward to his comments for that very selfish reason. He made me feel better about me.

I realize that he was a virtual friend, someone I never met, but what I feel now is a very real sense of grief and sadness. Strangely that is made worse by the fact that I can find no obituary, no mark of his passing except for the deafening silence that exists now on my blog and on many others.

I want…

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pointless…

somewhere deep within
phantoms are known by their echoes
impossibility looms in self-righteousness
daunting and daring self confidence
insist to disdain idle thoughts
pretending vague truthfulness
where none  may exist..

in the far reaches of solitude,
there exists a sombulent wave of fear…
or something quite like it… but not quite terror
or panic among the calm insanity
that lives within the caves of reality
and tempts a lonely,  fickle heart
dreading sudden freedom.

a loose and undisciplined dream
ricochets from wall to wall
and up the night draft that captures a laugh
that hides helplessly within the gasping
lungs, awaiting a chance to escape
into the realm of what-might-have-been
opposing the dawn of maybe-tomorrow

somewhere a poet dutifully records
a thought that has no connection at all
to any that came before…or awaits its turn
to intrude into the closed tunnels
bursting to gain permission by insinuation
or threat of making it into the light of the mind.
Or stay trapped in the bindings of the soul.

©Sometimes, 2016

 

The Void (Re-blogged from writersdream9)

One of my favorite poets…Carol Campbell (writers dream9) never disappoints. A gifted writer indeed!

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I search for the bright light of truth.

Seeking for those places of green.

Through the years, starting in my youth.

So many spaces in between.

~

When I feel shrouded in darkness.

When all is covered and unseen.

Rise, in answer to the brightness.

So many spaces in between.

~

I’m like the flower through the boards.

Bloom with just a drop of serene.

Away from the masses and hoards.

So many spaces in between.

~~~

© Carol Campbell

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“The Void”

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My Favorite Novels

The Name of the Rose, Humberto Eco.    (I love this book, have read it at least three times, its about a monastery library in the 12th Century.)

Snow Treasure, Marie McSwigan (All-time favorite.   My third grade Christmas present.  About some Norwegian kids and German soldiers.)

The Last Juror, Robert Grisham  (I like Grisham, this is my favorite novel of his.)

Wake of the Red Witch, Robert Rourk (My late husband’s favorite, he read it I don’t know how many times…I read it once, and it is the kind of novel that I didn’t want to end.)

Bad Spell in Yurt, C. Dale Brittain (series)   (I love her fantasy tales, I’ve read the series except for the last couple.)

The Queen’s Fool, Phillipa Gregory   (I enjoy this because although its fiction about Henry the VIII and his carryings-on, there is enough historical fact to justify reading romance fiction so avidly 🙂

Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy  (I love this book, intriguing and romantic.)

The Sahir, Paulo Coelho  (Coehlo…anything he writes is wonderful.)

Mistress  of the Morning Star, Elizabeth Lane  (The plot is the very first account of the Aztec empire, Hernan Cortes, and his lady La Malinche.   This is fiction…but it is also my top influence for choosing Latin American Studies as my field.  I tried to use it for a reference once, but that was not well-received by my mentor 🙂

Fahrenheit 911, Ray Bradbury    (All the things I like: firemen, the future, books, crooked governments, and Science Fiction at its best.)

The First Eagle, Tony Hillerman (I have all of Hillerman’s books, and I want to read them again.   I like Navajos, indigenous people in general, Arizona, the Desert, and cops.)

She Who Remembers, Linda Lay Shuler.  (Historical romance again…about native society and a female head-of-state…and Kokopelli! )

These titles are all novels that I have read at least once, have some kind of personal attachment, and plan to read again.

Echo of Chardonnay WORDLE Special Edition “SOUND”

Sound Wordle

Sounds remain in memory banks to fill a silent void.
As the blind hear what they cannot see,
the Deafened have memories of sounds
in silence echo sonorous nocturnal interludes…
a rustle of taffeta nearby…
the gurgle of the newly uncorked vessel,
with its cheery “pop!” of releasing Chardonnay.

Somewhere a whistle escapes a kettle’s steam
with a strident “woosh!” a steam engine slows.
The crackle of a welcoming  fire,  a heat current conveys
with soft vibrations, the percussive beat of distant drums;
the buzz of a harmless insect seeking aimlessly,
bare tree branches scratching at a window pane…
a thready sigh escapes a whisper of Death.

©Sometimes,2016

 

Seven Sometimes, a poem

Sometimes I feel like crying
but all the tear drops are dry.

Sometimes I feel like singing
but have forgotten the words.

Sometimes I feel like flying
away from everyday.

Sometimes I feel like dancing,
but my feet refuse to move.

Sometimes I feel like laughing
but I just don’t get the joke.

Sometimes I feel like writing
and hope my Muse will concur.

Sometimes I feel like dying
but there’s lots of living still!

©Sometimes, 2016

Soundtrack of my Life…

If there were a movie about my life, there would be a certain song or instrumental for each segment.
Childhood: Itty Bitty Fishie in the Itty Bitty Pool
Mares Eat Oats and Does Eat Oats, and Little Lambs Eat Ivy

Teen: Vaughan Monroe, Ghost Riders in the Sky
Mabelline
Bill Haley and the Comets, Thirteen Women…on the flip side of Rock Around the Clock.
Third Man Theme
Peg O’My Heart

Work Era: Bizet, Carmen
Mario Lanza, Song Angels Sing
Be My Love
David Carroll’s band, In a Persian Market
Scherezade
I Love Paris
Song of India

CCR, Heard it on the Grapevine
CCR, Bad Moon Rising
CCR, Green River

Stevie Nicks, Edge of 17
Knights in White Satin long version

Roberta Flack, Sometimes…all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you

I Think I love you

Juke Box Hero

Nal Diamond, Holly Holy

Im Saving my money to Buy You a rainbow

Johnny Horton, Battle of New Orleans

Beatles Yellow Submarine, Eleanor Rigsby

Rock Music…come by that obsession honestly, the Beatles hit the stage in 19whatever along with Elvis Presley. Then the kids came along and when they were teenagers (in the 1970s and 1980s the house and car were filled with pop music of those years.

Sing, Sing, sing (Jimmy Dorsey, I think)

Drumsville

These are some of the songs and intrumentals that I love. Some, like Grapevine and Knights in White Satin, the long instrumentals that I would sit in the car listening in rapture until the song ended. That was in the days when the car radio was the only portable music maker we had, and unless we had the music on a record (45 rpm, or 33 rpm) at home, and a phonograph, that was about it.

That list dates me, I suppose. But this is my list of favorite music.

Warm Quilt. Wordle #257, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie prompt

 

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Gentle shock of sudden wit
masks the outraged frown
that spice and twinkle belie

Clear choice—laugh or weep
warm quilt of song-bird design
feathered patterns lift doldrums

©Sometimes, 2016