Sunday, August 30, 2009

Poetry Sunday~ Grace


Darkness seeps in like a creeping fog,

drawing my energy to the pit it came from.

Sweeping my essence off the floor trying

to carry my spirit below the surface of my soul.


I stand firm with my faith as my strength

desires to be pulled in an upward flow

from an unnamed force; beckoning me

to come and be one with the Holy Grace.


I see the light shining in the far off place

I outstretch my hand in hopes that someone

grabs hold and pulls me into the warmth so

I can be free once again right where I belong.


He never left my side the whole time, standing

where I last saw Him with bright eyes shining.

Singing to my soul with the voice of an Angel

His embrace is all I ever seek in the looming fog.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Quotation Saturday

It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again.
~Elizabeth Aston, The True Darcy Spirit, 2006

Let each man exercise the art he knows.
~Aristophanes (450 BC - 388 BC), Wasps, 422 B.C.

So you see, imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering.
~Brenda Ueland

Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers.
~Charles W. Eliot (1834 - 1926), The Happy Life, 1896

The only obligation to which in advance we may hold a novel, without incurring the accusation of being arbitrary, is that it be interesting.
~Henry James (1843 - 1916)

I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.
~Martha Washington(1732 - 1802)

The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.
~Euripides (484 BC - 406 BC)

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A Power to Writing?

Dissecting your writing?

Are you the kind of writer who dissects every word? Do you find yourself not enjoying writing because of the nit-picking that you’re doing?

I’ve seen people take a sentence and rip it apart until it is perfect to their eyes. There is a course called Masterful Sentences and I just can’t find myself taking that class. I mean is there really a MASTERFUL sentence? Do you think all of the Master writer’s before us took this course, you know to make sure their work was perfect?

I don’t think so. I think one can put too much time into mastering the perfect sentence all the way down to the point of not finding a natural rhythm and flow to their writing. Something is lost along the way when your eye keeps picking out the wrong adjective or adverb or lazy modifier.

As writer’s we are in a state of wanting to get the story out and on paper. Type, type, type,click click goes the keyboard sounding like rain on a tin roof. We get the story out in a storm of words then it’s time for revisions. Now is the time to dissect your words. BUT and this is a major but, do you want to pick the story apart, sentence for sentence word for word and make it as perfect as you can? Sure you do.

Are you going to dissect it at a workshop and have everyone point out your weak modifiers? Poor use of adverbs? Sloppy use of an adjective? Did you write your story with the reader in mind or the grammar queen in mind who is going to read and dissect instead of enjoying the story?

I write a story so everyone can enjoy the flow of the words that feel right to them. Sure grammar usage is important but I really don’t want to lose the flow or the natural rhythm that I have going. I love writing! I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t write. But to think of dissecting my writing making it so illegible that not even I can recognize it as my own makes me cringe at writing. It literally causes me NOT to write which kind of scares me because it is something I love doing.

I write a lot of poetry. Now hand it to the pro’s in a workshop they can find words that are too redundant, they can find words that sound too forced, or they can pick a pair of alliterative words and say they don’t work. Change any one of those words and the poem loses its rhythm. It loses the heart and soul which once again, scares me. I won’t write a poem to be dissected. If it doesn’t have the iambic meter that your looking for then don’t read my poetry.

Now if you’re going to read my words because they touch you or make you feel something deep inside, then my writing is for you. Continue reading my friend.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Poetry Sunday

To love all is the end all...

In a world of misconception
a deceitful nation endures.
To love all is the end all...
It’s the end all of the world.

We should be coming together
instead we’re drawing nigh.
To love all is the end all
it’s the end all of the pain.

Death and destruction arises
we’re scattered in our faith.
To love all is the end all
its the end all of our lives.

The Word is in your heart
The King of Kings declares
To love all is the end all,
it’s the end all of the world.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Quotation Saturday

Publishing a volume of poetry today is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
~Don Marquis

"Many people may listen, but few people actually hear."
~ Harvey Mackay

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.
~Joan Didion

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
~Cyril Connolly

There are three difficulties in authorship: to write anything worth publishing, to find honest men to publish it - and to get sensible men to read it.
~Charles Caleb Cotton

I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
~Edgar Allen Poe

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Poetry Sunday

Music Divine


Divine is the dancing pirouette of sound.

Bathing in the luminosity of space.
A bastion of baubles blazing boldly.
Rhythm masking in the ticker-tape of time.
Reverberating in reverent chime.
Compliant to the composer of conceit.
Fastidious to the feasible feast.
Notorious notes nourish in sync.
Melody meets a measure combine...
Divine is the dancing~~pirouette of sound!


Sunday, August 09, 2009

Poetry Sunday


In my ideal world
I isolate myself from the society
that has let me down.
I run through the fields of
golden streams.
I play in the solitude of bliss.
I long to hear the sounds
of rustling leaves.
No voices to distract me;
just peace and quiet.

Even the quiet carries a hum;
a rhythm of cascading nothingness
that takes me to a place in my mind
where I alone can talk to God;
and He can talk back.

I yearn to be left alone.
No cares or wares for me
to treasure; just the basic
needs of food and water.
I need to be alone for it is
where God cradles me and allows
me to cry in His arms.
My eyes unleash a river
as my world gets muddled;
He caresses me as His robe is
puddled my tears.

Am I home yet, Lord?

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Quotation Saturday

But virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed
And prey on garbage.
~William Shakespeare

On books:

"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book."
~ Groucho Marx

"There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate’s loot on Treasure Island... and best of all, you can enjoy these riches every day of your life."
~ Walt Disney

"Everything you need for your better future and success has already been written. And guess what? It's all available."
~ Jim Rohn

"The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the man who'll get me a book I ain't read."
~ Abraham Lincoln

On Writing:

If you read good books, when you write, good books will come out of you.
~ Natalie Goldberg

Writing a novel is like heading out over the open sea in a small boat. It helps, if you have a plan and a course laid out.
~ John Gardner

The ideal view for daily writing, hour for hour, is the blank brick wall of a cold-storage warehouse. Failing this, a stretch of sky will do, cloudless if possible.
~ Edna Ferber

I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite.
~ G. K. Chesterton

On Me:

There will never be another now -
I'll make the most of today.
There will never be another me -
I'll make the most of myself.
~ Helen Keller

Don't take life so serious. It ain't no-hows permanent.
~ Walt Kelly

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
~ Isaac Asimov

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Poetry Sunday

Temptations Garden
Slithering along the garden path,
evil lurks the ground.
Hunting for the perfect host.
the soul of woman found.

Placed upon her soft-toned breast,
sweet petals she adorns;
A scent of misconception,
the rose with all its thorns.

Perched on top her flowing hair,
she wears a crown of lure.
A man now present within her sight,
leads to thoughts impure.

Brazen with her nudity,
her taunt and tease begin.
Drawing the inner mind of man,
unleashing the first sin.

Evil bridles the stolen path,
relishing the prize.
The goal of lust and greed defined.
now sewn in human's eyes.

Guilt and shame are evident;
the garden sighs and weeps.
Humans bound to Lucifer,
the soul within them sleeps.

Rise up now you vacant souls,
a thundering of grief;
Rays of sun will shower down,
Offering relief.

Lay claim to all the light bestowed,
behold the skillful presence;
slay the dark with purity,
capturing true essence.

Do not let the garden die,
singe the weeds within.
Fight the gnashing of his teeth;
spurn the tempting sin.

Steadfast in the pursuit of love,
a measure of true beauty.
See it not as a burdened chore,
but humankind's real duty.

I share with you my wisdom's words;
against the evil harden.
Awaken now in the realms of heaven,
leave Satan to his garden.