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Bright Blue Sky

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Snow bright White

Pines dark Green

Sky bright Blue

 

Such a pretty but cold day here in New England.

It is January 5 TH and with a foot plus of snow still in the yard I suppose it is how it is supposed to be.

I will bite my tongue as Tuesday it will be FORTY!

Hoping the snow I did not get off the roof will run like a faucet then.  I am just now moving around without horrible pain.

 

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Last thing I want to do is SHOVEL a Roof again OUCH

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Strong Surf

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We got there the other day and when we saw the waves and this heavy stone thrown up on the beach it was more than he could stand.  It was too rough to wade into  so we went up the road two beach areas away where he found THE  Newest Piece of BLING :) and tons of money, coins but money is money isn’t it.

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I Am Still Afraid(Acrostic Poem)

I see a light beam

At the horizon

May be it is an omen

Saying to me

To have some faith

In the decision I have made

Leave behind my fears

Leave aside my anxiety

And aim at

Fulfilling what I desire

Rise towards the sky

And have some faith

In me and my

Decision for my life.


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The Blitz Poem

Beautiful sky

Beautiful love

Love so fair

Love so sly

Sly is who I am

Sly is the world

World so dreary

World is a dream

Dream in the night

Dream of the day

Day quite warm

Day with a charm

Charm act outward

Charm so fake

Fake is who I am

Fake is this world

World freedom

World enlightens

Enlightens the path

Enlightens my soul

Soul concept of life

Soul concept of death

Death for me and you

Death so inevitable

Inevitable circumstance

Inevitable depression

Depression kills

Depression controls mind

Mind your own business

Mind so lame

Lame is who I am

Lame is the world

World so sultry

World where I live

Live in the shadow

Live in the oblivion

Oblivion choices

Oblivion sky

Sky so high

Sky so blue

Blue waters

Blue cheese

Cheese of cow

Cheese I love

Love is who I am

Love is the world

World is yours

World is mine

Mine

Yours…

Well, I hope you are not angry for reading this poem(yes it is a poem) which is full of meaningless phrases and words.

But I loved writing it and I hope you are also going to love it.

Blitz is a 50-line poem, completely made up of small phrases. Rules-

1. Line 1 should be one short phrase or image.

2. Line 2 should be one short phrase or image, using the same first word as the first words of Line 1.

3. Line 3 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 2.

4. Line 4 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 2.

5. Line 5 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 4.

6. Line 6 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 4.

7. Line 7 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 6.

8. Line 8 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 6.

9. Keep on repeating the routine till Line 48.

10. Line 49 is the last word(only) of Line 48.

11. Line 50 is the last word(only) of Line 47.

If you have any questions, do ask them. And try it- I know it is a little time consuming and a little confusing as well, but it is quite entertaining when we write it.


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Trying Villanelle Poetry

The wind blows fiercely in the open sky

The wind blows fiercely,

the birds chatter by,

in the open sky.

The clothes hanging in the open

tend to go for a nice fly when

the wind blows fiercely.

The voices become distant and weak

but the whispers of the nature

in the open sky.

The apples drop down the massive tree

residing in front of my house when

the wind blows fiercely.

The leaves and the twigs flying by

unperturbed, aimlessly

in the open sky.

The power of the nature can be seen,

its might can be experienced when

the wind blows fiercely

in the open sky.

Rules-

1. Five tercets and a quatrain with 8-10 syllables in every line.

2. The first and third lines are refrains and are to be repeated as follows-

A(1)

b

A(2)

a

b

A(1)

a

b

A(2)

a

b

A(1)

a

b

A(2)

a

b

A(1)

A(2)

*I haven’t paid any attention to the number of syllables, since I was trying this form of poetry for the first time.


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A sweet vehement desire

A sweet vehement desire

to reach the sky so high

and kiss those stars,

play with the moon-ball,

just fly care free away away and away.

I hope I was that kid again,

the desire of whom I now speak of.

How time changes, how realities become

more important than fantasies, ending

all such sweet vehement desires.


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Write my LOVE Across the Sky

Write my love across the sky,

when you see tears of joy fall  from my eye.

With pens of joy, hope and light write my love for all to see.

My love is imperfect,

but the image it was made in is not.

Love is not if it is hidden within the heart.

Why must we hold divine truth within ourselves

due to pride, ego and “propriety”.

I will not hide Love within my heart,

though foolish I may seem,

so write my love across the sky for all to see.

GelGems (I love them) on train.

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)


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Campfires

Campfires can be fun.

This one had something more.

We lit it as darkness had begun.

They bought the powder from the store.

 

The colors were amazing.

Smiles all around.

We sat around it stargazing.

Evenings like this , make me glad I stuck around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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20 Lines A Day July 4th contest

Have a Happy and Safe 4th!

We were in the mountains of NH last 4th of July.  , We were camping and did not want to have the dog right under the firework displays so I checked out where I could take Mia, to celebrate America’s Birthday Party.

We went up the road to where NH and VT met and with a happy girl and a sad border collie we ohhed  and ahhed  all  through the show.

Here are a few of my shots from very far away, with no tripod.(sorry)

Maybe I should have just done a video, lol

 

 

My Four for the FOURTH!

 

 

 

Have a wonderful day celebrating OUR COUNTRY

 

 


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Rain

Green gray

this day

warm icy wind

tickles my skin

goose bumps live

under the rain drops

solemn moods

and soaking cries

illicit friends

burning sky

birds no more

intrude

the sun snoozes

behind gray clouds

as if to never speak aloud

again to light

rejoice

rebound

night-time moon

crescent crown.

© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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Insomnia

My heart is racing, tap

tap, tapping on the moon

this night is a bore

the quiet stillness

I abhor

forget the blinds

up in the sky, pull

pull them down

around, around

silly night, you cannot serenade me

seducing me into your spell

I fell, I fell into my mind

to forget to sleep in time, not mine.

Forever – ’til the end

only this silliness

to contend

around, around

forever and more

the quiet stillness

I abhor.

© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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Rain Coming?

I was sure of it!

I  still grabbed the leash.

JT sat in front of me, she loves  this new thing

WALK.

We take off, even though the skies are looking crazy bad here in the mountains.

I put the phone and camera in a bag, I was certain we would be caught in a downpour.

We were not.

We reached the top of an enormous hill and it was still.

I could hear my heart beating from the steep climb

JT was having a blast chasing her stick.

I was having fun capturing some pretty shots of the sky and flowers, that waited for us at the top.

Life is GOOD, the trek back is all DOWNHILL!

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