Category: fun

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

They’re creepy and they’re kooky
Mysterious and spooky
They’re all together ooky
The Addams family
Their house is a museum
When people come to see ’em
They really are a screaming
The Addams family
Neat
Sweet
Petite
So, put a witch’s shawl on
A broomstick you can crawl on
We’re gonna play a call on
The Addams family
They’re creepy and they’re kooky
Mysterious and spooky
They’re all together ooky
The Addams family
Strange
Deranged
The Addams family

My 2 cents –

Continuing the theme …Fun & Spooky. And I have to admit ending on a high note imho.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

The Lore of me

By

Patricia Harris

I tried to write
the lore of me,
telling the world the truth
of my forgotten reality.

Perhaps it was written
in script too dark to read…
or maybe I wrote it carelessly
because no one sees me
honestly.


Drawtober day 27

Announced changes

I am going to be doing two separate Poem a Day challenges and I am going to be doing the Fae 50k. I am going to be going for a daily habit more than the word count. The fun thing is that you don’t have to do 50k to win the Fae 50k you merely have to write daily. I am going to be trying to get as much word count as I can each day.

I Think I am going to just leave my Monday as a single poetry post for the remainder of October and figure out what I want to replace Publishing Demystified with in December.

Drawtober day 26

Drawtober day 25

Drawtober day 24 a little bit late

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - emotional description

I love what I do. I love the results of my work. I just have had a lot more on my plate lately than I expected. I had a friend recently reach out and ask how I was doing…and it caught me off guard. I was touched by the idea that she would even ask. I think I forget that I might matter sometimes.

Drawtober day 23

Wednesday whisper

Poetry

Under my head

By

Serena Mossgraves

the stones are poking
so painful today,
the box is broken
under my head.

I was laid down
and told to rest
in place filled with
glass from my memory
grounded.

perhaps it was supposed to be
soft silt for me to lie,
but due to the chaos of my broken life
shards of stone and hatred
are poking painfully
under my head.