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Poetry : My Adored Love

Poetry : My Adored Love

  MY LOVE, sweet is the moment when I think of you, Glorious is the day and the sky so blue; The brightness of the Sun, the lightness of the breeze, The perfumed flowers – this is your kiss. The cool, soft touch of the falling rain, The gentle caress of your loving hand. The music of the brooks – oh so dear, The sound of your voice, whispering in my ear. Dearest, these things I love because of you,…

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BonBon The Kitten

BonBon The Kitten

Here’s BonBon, aka Cocktail! This tiny orange furball of endless energy is BonBon, also known as Cocktail. She was a stray kitten, someone threw her away. My sister, bless her heart, found her and took her home. She’s ours now, and our home is a brighter place because of her. You know, sometimes even animals can help you realize how good you have it, in terms of having a home and family. Things we take for granted until we meet…

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Maleficent 2: Mistress Of Evil Review

Maleficent 2: Mistress Of Evil Review

Definitely contains spoilers, so proceed at your own risk. Maleficent Spoilers-filled Review So I watched Maleficent 2: Mistress of Evil. I’ll review it a bit. First of all, as anyone invested in this movie has already known by now, let’s make it clear that the delectable Brenton Thwaites is no longer playing the part of Prince Philip. Harris Dickinson is. I’ve never heard of Harris Dickinson before and I’m not sure if I have his name right. I personally still…

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Poetry : My Friend

Poetry : My Friend

“Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light. Helen Keller” Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/helen_keller_384608?src=t_friendship Years ago, I wrote a poem on Friendship. This is one of my earlier efforts, and one of my favorites. My Friend  You are my friend, you make me smile;  You are my friend, you make me cry. You’re honest, but kind, You’re direct, but gentle; You teach me with respect, You lead me with clarity; You do not indulge…

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Poetry : Sticks And Stones

Poetry : Sticks And Stones

STICKS AND STONES “STICKS AND STONES may break my bones, But words will never hurt me.” So they say, but I know is untrue, Because words can hurt just as much too. It’s not just the sticks you use to hit, That makes me recoil with terror; It’s the words you hurl, when they bit It hurts me much, much more. The glare you throw in my direction, It makes my hair stands on end; ‘cause I see the hatred,…

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Hidden Things

Hidden Things

Hidden No More Mark 4:22 KJV “For there is nothing hid, which shall not be manifested; neither was any thing kept secret, but that it should come abroad.” I remember an incident which involved myself when I was in school. A classmate accused me of cheating during a Math test. She was jealous because I received a higher mark than hers. I mean, sure Math wasn’t my strongest subject; I was an average student when it came to numbers. Even…

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Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Author’s Note : This poem was inspired by advises from the elderly, what we here called Old Man’s Wisdom. Old Man’s Wisdom Mine not to lead, but mine to follow, Mine not to weep, but mine to keep aglow; No rights have I to be your elder, Neither rights have I to be your teacher. But friend, true am I in sharing these words, My needs that you keep on the right road; As a friend so true, these words I…

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Novel : Peter, A Love Story (Final Chapter)

Novel : Peter, A Love Story (Final Chapter)

(The novel Nysa’s Mirror concludes, and just who is Peter?…)   “Stop fidgeting!” My dearest friend and adopted sister, Susana, is exasperated with me, and I can’t really blame her. I have an important date, one a long time coming, and she is helping me get ready. I am nervous, twitchy and excited all at once, and that combination of emotional maelstrom make for one fidgety Nysa, ha! “You know, I always knew this day is coming,” she continues. I raise an eyebrow at her, as best I can while she is pulling and brushing and crimping my hair into shape. “Yep, ever since you came in here and talked incessantly about him. You never talk about any man like that, before! Not for as long as I’ve known you anyway.” She says somewhat smugly. “Oh, c’mon, Su, I did not talk about Peter all that much!” I protest. She raises her eyebrow at me. I falter, “I didn’t, did I?” “Oh my dear, it is all you ever talked about for a while! It is Peter this, Peter that, so much so that for a while there Brennan and I were making bets on when you guys were going out. Err, that is I mean…” “Wait, back up….what did you say?” I turn to look at Su. Su put her hands on my shoulders and tries to turn me around. “Well, I mean, let’s get your hair done…” “Nu-uh! Hold up!…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 24)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 24)

His relatives all agreed that he was still young and that he could start fresh somewhere where the rest of his family still lived. He was going to get all the love and support he needed with them. I suppose I couldn’t argue with that logic. It didn’t make it any easier to handle the news. I remembered standing there in my room looking at him and trembling in grief, asking, “What about me then? What am I?” So what if I was being selfish and crying a little bit? Alright, I was crying a lot. Emotional teenager plus heartbreak, you get the watershed. Dominic was crying too, and looking torn. He said, “Nysa, it’s my granmama, my only close family left. She wants to move back,…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 23)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 23)

About three years of being not only ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ but also ‘best friends’, the relationship turned heart-breakingly sad for both of us. Dominic had just turned  sixteen when his mom died after a long battle with cancer. Understandably, Dominic grieved. His family was very close-knit and loved each other deeply. I tried to help and to comfort him as best as I could, but sometimes I felt overwhelmingly inadequate. What would you say to someone who had just lost the most important woman in his life? How would you make it okay? I was just fifteen going  on sixteen and still inexperienced when it came to tragedies and griefs, but I tried to be a strong person for Dominic. But Dominic, bless him, understood and accepted my comfort as well as he could, and eventually we both thought things would be okay. Except, Dominic’s father never got over his wife’s death. Even after being by her side for many years, supporting her in battling the disease and knowing she could die any day, he never gave up. And when she did die, his heart broke. Dominic once told me that before his beloved mom died, she talked about love and death, and the likelihood that at that one particular time in your life,…

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