oneword.com prompt: trailer
vines spread their fingers
through the grass
up the blistered post..
blossoms deepest red
trumpet the dawn
more as sun grows higher
trailer tendrils spring open
stretch finding only air
for now
Author Archives: Dee
Whispered Grace
prompt – gentle 15 word limit
I thought to
hear miracles trumpeted.
Oh grace for
quiet whispers,
your hand,
my life.
Irresistable
OneWord : Iron
bits and pieces drawn to patterns
ferrous detritus making us the pile
the splinters the shivers
the magnetic quivers at the poles
north and south it doesn’t matter
push me pull you
by forces and tides
it’s in the walls
no one can hide just ride
it out slide down to the lower floors
run through the doors
flung wide outside the
moon is calling
to blood and iron
Easter
Watching the clouds
from my back porch
sailing across the steel sky.
I wonder where could they be going?
A nightbird is singing goodnight
to the morning and the honeysuckle
lays heavy on the air.
I realize that spring is not coming.
I have been watching and waiting
and she has been on her way
and yet
here she is and
she is not spring at all
she is summer.
Like those racing clouds
all in a constant state
of movement
even when I cannot see.
I wonder if the changing seasons
are God’s way of trying to teach me
this lesson over and over,
That the only constant
besides Him, is change.
He is always creating.
I say goodbye to winter
as spring moves in
and the glory of summer.
Crucifixion comes before
resurrection
the season whispers.
Lonely Little Blog
This poor little blog has been a bit quiet. We had most of the family here last weekend. Dale’s birthday was Friday and his baby sister’s birthday was Saturday so we had a family celebration. Friday night planetarium, Saturday all day on the square downtown for “April in Paris” art walk with dulcimer music and hit every antique store on the square. Lunch at Paris bakery, cooked on the grill that night with some more family. All but his oldest sister and her husband went home Sunday morning and we went to Gladewater for more antiquing and lunch. The neighbor backed into my car which was parked on the street (go figure with seven cars and a pop-up camper in the front yard) but at least the police didn’t descend – we aren’t exactly a wild and crazy bunch. It was a wonderful weekend.
I’ve been blogging a little at ebookocracy which is a new forum starting up and started a blog for the Paris Poets Society (which meets tonight at 7 P.M. at Vital Beet on the square – come join us!) and peering into the last of the school year – almost seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
I have two random students coming to the lab at odd moments to write and talk about writing. Neither are seniors so maybe next year I can get a little group interested in nanowrimo. Even if nano doesn’t happen I discovered a little contest on the UIL site that one of them is going to try for – I am excited for her and for the interest in writing.
We dodged the storm bullet – they came through near us but nothing hit us to speak of though Dale’s sister and brother left here for Hot Springs with their camper and may have gotten wet!
Spring has sprung and the fever has hit. I have a bad case of it myself. Back to writing soon.
It’s All Abstract
we all push the envelope
push the line
whine and dine and wine
and see just how much closer
to the edge throw hedges
up around us when retreat
is called for treat ourselves
much better and much worse
that others curse the darkness
while we bitch about the
light bill climb the hill
just to see what’s on the other side
the ride is worth it we tell
ourselves our hearts on shelves
protected so we say but then
we may or may not lay it out
lay it down play it close to the vest
fail the test what is the answer
fly by the seat of our pants
or plan it out to each and every
little detail wail when all
goes wrong we are not strong
and yet we are it’s all just small
stuff but we sweat it and we let it
twist us up and round
the sound of all the cries the lies the
blame is cast the past
it shapes us takes us down
a beaten path we are so lost
so lost but still we get up
one more time put one more
dime in the machine
take one more chance
at one more dance and hope
that this time
this time
this
Little Pieces
these I leave you
these tiny notebooks
filled with pieces
of my heart my mind
my memories, my life
these are mine alone
a more selfish indulgence
than anything I have done
these I share
I sing from a place
that cannot be
but is
I sing from a place
I keep for me
I leave you with
this one piece of advice
keep a place
for yourself
always
the world will take things
and leave things
you never wanted
your dreams will fade
or change
because what we
see inside
is never what it is
but in this place
you keep
dreams can live
you can sing
and you will remember
that I told you this
that I left these pieces
these words for you
I laid it down here
because I couldn’t
hold it in
anymore
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Short Video – Worth The Time
Space Between
weeks pass by
with no moments in them
colors running together
as though they were left
out in the rain
moments can come
holding lifetimes
where stars are born
and weeks eclipsed
Fenced In
AP prompt – White Picket Fences
iron padlocks on
white washed fences
keep dirty laundry in
dreams impaled
on splintered points
rusty hinges creak
their dissatisfaction
Need
there is a place
inside
that wants to say
what can’t be articulated
to make beautiful
what can’t even be seen
and the frustration
of the attempt
undermines me
and leaves me gasping
hungry for finer food
Weeds
in grown up yards
they have no place
marring the green carpet
suburban blight
plucked and thrown on
a burn heap
but they always return
but as a child…
rubbed on chins
“do you love butter?”
pick a bouquet for mama
tied in chains
to wear on tangled
sun-bleached
fly-away hair
just a weed
carrying the beauty
of sun of summer
of butter and sun-bleached
barefoot brown legs
in cotton shorts
thrown on a trash heap
remembered as a crown
finest jewels
My Brain Is Too Tired To Write (Warning – whining inside…)
okay this was my day…
I arrived, went to the 2nd floor where the lab is, turned on my computer, opened the blinds, locked up my purse, went to the other end of the building to put my lunch in the refrigerator, went back to the other end of the building, downstairs to ask the secretary if she had any compressed air, checked on what my part needed to be in another lab where some testing was to take place, went to said lab where things were already in progress. went upstairs to the other end of the building for morning tutorials, went downstairs back to testing lab, things were okay so I went back to the other end of the building (after fixing a printer paper jam) to the office and got the ladder stopping off in another office to get a can of compressed air, took the ladder upstairs checked on my lab, went to the other end of the building and entered 8 classrooms (one at a time of course) setting up the ladder, removing the filter from the data projector on the ceiling and using said can of compressed air to clean the filter, re-installed the filter, moved on to the next one. Took the ladder back to my lab (at the other end of the building) and checked email, created spreadsheet to keep track of data projector maintenance and entered data from jobs completed, sent email asking for list of audio/visual issues for a meeting on Friday, (somewhere in there I went with the tech guy to install a video card and cables for a computer in a room that just got a data projector, also discussed getting external speakers (researched and sent link to tech director) created spreadsheet for the audio/visual issue emails, checked on a teacher station that for some reason was not seeing network drives (put in a work order on it)
Ate lunch.
Went back upstairs, got ladder and can of compressed air, took it downstairs to other end of the building and did maintenance on 6 more projectors. Checked email, added issues to audio/visual spreadsheet, entered completed jobs into maintenance spreadsheet. Filled out timesheet (getting paid is kind of important), took a restroom break, got a PO, ran to walmart for some supplies (including more compressed air), came back to school, turned in receipt, took ladder back downstairs to supply closet, slid a printer that had arrived at the office into the conference room for the night (will need to get it set up in the classroom in the morning.
Now I am home. Supper, a glass of wine, a shower and bed.
Sheesh.
Waiting For Words
words run away
like wishes leaping off a bridge
I would leap too if you
told me to
I would do it all
dare and doubledare
bet I would
if I could
though I know
I shouldn’t
thoughts slip through
sticky fingers
steal away tomorrow
just on the edge of dawn
I’m safe here
maybe that’s the problem
too much comfort
not enough chance
I try to catch them
off in the nether fields
of green waiting for rain
waiting for sun
for a mind that is calm
for a settled heart
for hands that catch
but not cling
for words that rest easy
on paper that doesn’t
accuse
as though I committed
a crime that sits
heavy on shoulders
that would carry more
I wait
Always Time For A Commercial Break
AllPoetry prompt: Convince Me
have I got a deal for you
a steal the wheel will spin
and you can win and breast
enhancement penis
implants whiter teeth
fresher breath will all be yours
for just a song a shamwow
cleans and disinfects and wait
there’s more the steak knives
change lives grow some
hair where you have none
make it leave those unwanted
spaces the places we won’t mention
hey did I tell you
here to sell you glory genius
perfect abs no anal leakage
plumbing seepage shake
the flakes I got what
it takes and it can be yours
and if you hurry scurry
curry favor with the credit
card folks just dial the number
for deeper slumber
husband a slob?
no prob say goodbye
to rags and mops and
arches that drop just look at me
I’m sixty three and not a wrinkle
no drippy tinkle live forever
decay never you’ll be broke
but you’ll look good
in that prepaid coffin
they cart you off in
March Night
five cent moon
in a million star sky
astronomers eyes
ages past
mapping out heaven
as though it could
be quantified
qualified to describe
a universe hung with
more care than the icicles
on mama’s Christmas tree
“you can’t just stand there
and throw them
just because you like
the sparkle”
she said.
there’s beauty in order
and caring shows
I hear sirens in the distance
and feel the weight of
dark matter pressing down
the souls marching through
time and space
those I loved and lost
all who came before
whisper breeze of nightbird
wings in passing
lifts weight
and stars become stars
once again
chaotic dancing
as I watch them sparkle
TedTalks
I hope I am able to embed this video. If you are unfamiliar with TedTalks, it is TED (Technology, Entertainment, Design) is a U.S private nonprofit foundation best known for its conferences, now held in Europe and Asia as well as the U.S., devoted to what it calls “ideas worth spreading”. …
I was familiar with a little of the genetic “engineering” that goes on, but not to this extent. Mr. Wolpe suggests that we take a close look at our ethical responsibility regarding what we are already able to do, and what we will be able to do in the future.
“Paul Root Wolpe examines the ethical implications of new science — genetic modification, neuroscience and other breakthroughs that stretch our current philosophy to the breaking point. He’s the chief bioethicist at NASA, among other appointments.
Paul Root Wolpe directs the Center for Ethics at Emory University, where he works on the biggest issues most of us face in our life-long ethical journey: death and dying, new reproductive technologies, and new medical and scientific breakthroughs that are not covered in our traditional ethics (what would the Bible say about growing a human ear on a mouse?).
He’s also the chief bioethicist at NASA, where he advises on the medical experiments that happen during space travel.”
In case it does not embed I have provided a link to the video.
Fake Social Network Projects For Students
Web Writing Projects
Fake iPhone Text
http://www.fakeiphonetext.com/
Click Create and fakeiphonetext.com will generate a picture that resembles actual text on an iphone.

My Fake Wall
create a fake facebook page about a historical or literary character.†‬You can include people your character would have been friends with,†‬geographical information,†‬educational background,†‬groups they would have joined,†‬family members.
Here is a Word Template if you prefer
You may have heard of twitter which is a social networking site.â€Â ‬You can post short blocks of text called tweets.â€Â ‬You are limited to†‬140†‬characters per tweet.
Result without customization:
A few more fun things:
http://vozme.com/index.php?lang=enâ€Â ‬type or paste in a block of text,†‬click choose male or female voice,†‬click create mp3
You know those URLs that are two miles long and by the time the student has typed it in,†‬found their spelling error and gotten to the correct site,†‬the class period is nearly up and both of you are frustrated and tiredâ€?? ‬No moreâ€!!
Go to either of these sites and type or paste in your long URL one time.â€Â ‬A cute,†‬short,†‬tiny little address will be created that you can give your students and they will be rocking along on that website in no timeâ€!
http://bit.ly/
http://tiny.cc/
I hope you have fun with this – I did!