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To celebrate the ‘almost’ end of this very successful year which saw Pink Panther go through changes and return like a phoenix here are the last set of features for the year.
Anna and I chose them together, so it’s her fault for choosing another one of mine. LOL I chose all the great writing features. There will be a writing challenge in the new year, so keep your writing hats on!
In the middle of Winter what can you do but long for Spring…? I always do. LOL
Thinking Of Spring by © Art Of Ella Brown
Thinking of Spring,
Melting snow,
dream drops patter down from the icicle swords
winter and its fairytale magic.
Under sleeping flowers bent over sadly sleeps,
little hay covered fairies slumbering deep down in the leafy nest.
Crocus sparks under dark soil and begins to spiral out,
colours of a new spring unseen now but there and about.
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
And here’s the perfect image to go with it:
How often have you sat like that and thought these very thoughts?
Culture Shock by © lovelyrita
I will never be like you
With your beer bottle in hand
Your hair a parachute, land
on the floor, big feet small shoes.
You wave your Budweiser high
in the air where all can see.
You’re buzzed and you’re a beauty
still – your hands reach for the sky
And I watch you raise the roof
From my lonely letter seat
Wearing shoes to match my feet
I’ll look for lingering proof
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
... and another perfect match:
Break Open. by © bjeliMis
I am just a stumbling dandelion gone to seed
The wind blowing me away little by little
And all my wishes sealed in my downy seeds
There’s a lot to believe in nowadays
And I don’t know what’s right exactly
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
...and yet another image to perfectly work with the poetry… there’s is definitely some sort of synchronicity going on between all of us. :-)
Definition of thyself! by © lisameryl
I’m a fragrance
buried in bloom
longing for release
My soul is wailing
unclothed before thee
yearning for cleanse
I’m an onion
to be peeled
layer by layer
My fruits are ripe
taste thyself
beckoning its thirst
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
These words felt so familiar that the next image just had to follow. Under the skin we’re all just sisters.
but sometimes things go wrong…
Rape by © ShadowDancer
A smile appears on your face
as you pillage her body and
discard her soul;
as if you told a timid joke
that she could hear
but not understand.
Pain gushes inside of her,
rushing forth like blood
from a morbid wound;
it’s a knife that twists her heart
into a tangled pile of hate.
She is now
but a small scar on the world.
She would rather enter the throne of Hades
than relive that fate-less moment,
for it has reduced her to a painful fear
that she is unable to ignore;
a fear that causes
her to live in a frozen world,
one where she watches
others moving forward
yet she herself no longer knows
how to move on.
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
Such a powerful poem and part of what this group is all about. Here’s a powerful image to go with it.
And finally a story which hopefully makes you smile,too, and a tongue-in-cheek image to let go of the old year with a grin…
this is why we’ll never be grown-ups by © Selkie
This weekend, i had the Crimson Wave.
I think i’ve explained before what this means.
One of the things it means is that i writhe around in agony, darting up in bed gasping and clutching my stomach & scaring the living Hell out of Inuk.
I will digress here a moment (and if that bothers you, then you are reading the wrong blog); one way to judge a member of the Male Tribe is how he deals with the Crimson Wave. If he freaks out at the sight of your menstrual blood and gets mad at you for bleeding on his sheets (accidentally – i’m not a total animal), or can’t handle going with you to the store to get tampons, then he’s probably a Dick and not worth your time.
Grown-ups can deal with such natural occurrences as a woman’s period.
But what if you are Inuk and me?
Here is an example of a typical day when i am riding the Crimson Wave;
Most of the weekend, as is my habit, i just lolled around like a cheap tart in his bed, reading a Madison Smart Bell book, high off my ass on muscle-relaxers. But there were some highlights.
[...] Read the rest by clicking on the title – it’s well worth it!
Have a brilliant New Year – may it be successful and happy and all you hope for. Thank you for all your support and for making this group as varied and interesting a place it is.
Anna and I chose them together, so it’s her fault for choosing another one of mine. LOL I chose all the great writing features. There will be a writing challenge in the new year, so keep your writing hats on!
In the middle of Winter what can you do but long for Spring…? I always do. LOL
Thinking Of Spring by © Art Of Ella Brown
Thinking of Spring,
Melting snow,
dream drops patter down from the icicle swords
winter and its fairytale magic.
Under sleeping flowers bent over sadly sleeps,
little hay covered fairies slumbering deep down in the leafy nest.
Crocus sparks under dark soil and begins to spiral out,
colours of a new spring unseen now but there and about.
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
And here’s the perfect image to go with it:
How often have you sat like that and thought these very thoughts?
Culture Shock by © lovelyrita
I will never be like you
With your beer bottle in hand
Your hair a parachute, land
on the floor, big feet small shoes.
You wave your Budweiser high
in the air where all can see.
You’re buzzed and you’re a beauty
still – your hands reach for the sky
And I watch you raise the roof
From my lonely letter seat
Wearing shoes to match my feet
I’ll look for lingering proof
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
... and another perfect match:
Break Open. by © bjeliMis
I am just a stumbling dandelion gone to seed
The wind blowing me away little by little
And all my wishes sealed in my downy seeds
There’s a lot to believe in nowadays
And I don’t know what’s right exactly
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
...and yet another image to perfectly work with the poetry… there’s is definitely some sort of synchronicity going on between all of us. :-)
Woven… by © Susan Ringler
I’m a fragrance
buried in bloom
longing for release
My soul is wailing
unclothed before thee
yearning for cleanse
I’m an onion
to be peeled
layer by layer
My fruits are ripe
taste thyself
beckoning its thirst
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
These words felt so familiar that the next image just had to follow. Under the skin we’re all just sisters.
Sisters at heart by © salena
but sometimes things go wrong…
Rape by © ShadowDancer
A smile appears on your face
as you pillage her body and
discard her soul;
as if you told a timid joke
that she could hear
but not understand.
Pain gushes inside of her,
rushing forth like blood
from a morbid wound;
it’s a knife that twists her heart
into a tangled pile of hate.
She is now
but a small scar on the world.
She would rather enter the throne of Hades
than relive that fate-less moment,
for it has reduced her to a painful fear
that she is unable to ignore;
a fear that causes
her to live in a frozen world,
one where she watches
others moving forward
yet she herself no longer knows
how to move on.
[...] Read the rest of the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
Such a powerful poem and part of what this group is all about. Here’s a powerful image to go with it.
And finally a story which hopefully makes you smile,too, and a tongue-in-cheek image to let go of the old year with a grin…
this is why we’ll never be grown-ups by © Selkie
This weekend, i had the Crimson Wave.
I think i’ve explained before what this means.
One of the things it means is that i writhe around in agony, darting up in bed gasping and clutching my stomach & scaring the living Hell out of Inuk.
I will digress here a moment (and if that bothers you, then you are reading the wrong blog); one way to judge a member of the Male Tribe is how he deals with the Crimson Wave. If he freaks out at the sight of your menstrual blood and gets mad at you for bleeding on his sheets (accidentally – i’m not a total animal), or can’t handle going with you to the store to get tampons, then he’s probably a Dick and not worth your time.
Grown-ups can deal with such natural occurrences as a woman’s period.
But what if you are Inuk and me?
Here is an example of a typical day when i am riding the Crimson Wave;
Most of the weekend, as is my habit, i just lolled around like a cheap tart in his bed, reading a Madison Smart Bell book, high off my ass on muscle-relaxers. But there were some highlights.
[...] Read the rest by clicking on the title – it’s well worth it!
Have a brilliant New Year – may it be successful and happy and all you hope for. Thank you for all your support and for making this group as varied and interesting a place it is.
