Read it and weep tears of joy as the author had his daughter Hannah take the writing wheel for a bit. And check out the dad’s new book mentioned, The Kirkwood Scott Chronicles – Skelly’s Square. Cheers.
Come all, come one. Can you write the most terrible poem to the theme?
Welcome to The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! This is our 34th time of offending the internet and I hope we continue to disappoint.
As those who’ve entered before know, writing terrible poetry is an art form. To truly offend one’s sensibilities; a bad poet needs to nearly fit a meter, almost follow a rhythmic pattern, or get so close to a beautiful description his audience starts picturing EXIT signs instead of snow falling gently in a springtime field. I explain the process a bit here.
Besides that, here are this week’s specifics:
- Topic: Animals and their pregnancy.
Did you know the African Bush Elephant carries …well, an elephant for 22 months? That a male seahorse carries the babies (up to 1,500!)? Or that female Komodo Dragons can impregnate themselves without a male through a process called parthenogenesis?
Did you know you’re going to write a poem about it?
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Check out Chelsea’s other blog, Arcians, all about the adventures of raising tiny humans and navigating that thing called motherhood. Cheers. ☺️🍼
Sitting in the kitchen,
Wond’ring at the food;
Knowing I should eat some
But I’m just not in the mood.
Later, in the bathroom,
Staring at my mien;
Looking for The Pregnant Glow
But only seeing sheen.
Somehow I daily make it,
Through a nause’us haze
Knowing that it’s not that bad
And there’re only 182 more days…
©2019 Chelsea Owens
One of my favorite entries I’ve received so far for my Creative Contests. I’m posting prompts biweekly now. If you’d care to join in, post your take on your blog or write it privately in a notebook. It’s up to you.
I really love when you guys take these writing prompts and fly with them. The imagination is an endless place to explore and it’s a beautiful thing. Keep on writing!
He galloped to the lighthouse keeper and instructed him to light the beacon. Turning he heard a whoosh and doubled over as the arrow pierced his stomach. He spun his horse and galloped away as another arrow drove into his back. He took the spiraling cliff path down to the beach and sent the summons. He knew there should be more words, but the agony was intense, clouding his brain, and the remaining words would not come. The horse stumbled pitching him onto the white sand of the beach. He lay in a stupor trying to fight through the pain…
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Check it out, Arcians and consider supporting a fellow author. I realized after reading Devil in the Wind’s blurb that 1.) It sounds very interesting and 2.) I know next to nothing about Australia. Thus I need to read and learn about these bush fires of 2009.
I pre-ordered my copy. Check out the links for more information. I’m adding this eagerly to my summer reading stack. ☺️📚📚📚
Hi, Folks! It’s #ShareAReviewDay Tuesday again, and our guest this morning is Frank Prem. Frank is sharing a review from his poetic anthology, Devil in the Wind. After reading this, I’m sold. I’ve pre-ordered this one to add to my collection of poetry anthologies, and I suspect many of you will as well. Thanks for checking it out today, and for sharing far and wide, as well.
Mick rated Devil In The Wind5.0 out of 5 stars on Goodreads
Like Frank’s previous book, Small Town Kid, this collection of poems tells a story of rural and small town Australia. But the similarities between the two books end there.
Whereas the previous collection was a celebration of boyhood in Frank’s hometown, this is an account of the dreadful bushfires of February 2009 that swept through parts of Southern Australia, the area that is home to the author…
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Help Fractured Faith get the 10k subscribers. Check out their blog to see if you’re interested, Arcians. Cheers!
We are less than 70 followers now off the BIG 10K at Fractured Faith. It would be great if we could reach this milestone by 21 May which is the blog’s second birthday. So, while we normally seek to give as opposed to take, it would be much appreciated if as many of you as possible could hit us with a reblog in order to help us over the finishing line. We are always grateful for the love and support we receive from our WordPress tribe.
A profound read.
I hear the dead
in the colours
of the burning night
even my shadow
are the stranger days
with ghost silhouettes
this killing ground
is the shade
of dying fire
and I am
I am alive
and what if I
to drain and dry
from my toes
what if the sound
of the wind
in my throat
the only proof
of a lie
everywhere I go
there is no sound
that is not
the wind blows
and the creaking
of each rope
is a separate song
of each soul
is a sigh
I have to turn
lest these images invade me
in my sleeping
I may have known…
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A beautiful, timely reminder is included in this blog by Steve and Muffin.
Sunday’s sunny skies…suddenly disappear beneath the gray clouds. Many more birds are arriving from the south but unfortunately are staying just out of range for any good photos. But I keep trying. Like in all things, it’s necessary to keep trying even if not successful at first. Don’t give up because of minor, or what might even seem to be a major, setback. Keep pushing ahead until the goal is reached. Many people give up too soon, just another little try might be all that is needed for that success.
One of my female squirrels. I’m going to need to name these critters.
There really is a lot of birds around this afternoon. I keep stopping my writing to go out and get some pictures only to come back in with nothing. Just one of those days. Perhaps tomorrow that perfect picture will be right there in front of me. …
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Witness the grand mystery of the most powerful, perfect love that is.
Thousands of years ago, a man went into a garden to pray with his disciples. This man was Jesus, who was both a man and God’s son. He went to the garden to pray that God would change his fate, that he would not have to go through agonizing pain and a gruesome death. He prayed so hard and so fervently that he began to sweat droplets of blood.
However, because of God’s love for us and because of our own sin nature, Jesus willingly accepted his Father’s will and when the Pharisees came to take him away, he went with them without a fight. When his disciples fled, Jesus was left alone. He was taken before several courts and tried unfairly for crimes he did not commit.
In fact, one of the judge’s, a man named Pilate, knew that Jesus was innocent. However, swayed by the crowd’s demands, he…
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Let’s take a trip back to the early 1st century. It’s a few days before Passover and the Jews are heading to Jerusalem for the Feast. As they travel, they sing the songs of ascent like they do every year. On this particular year, though, there’s an extra level of excitement. A man named Yeshua […]