The Old Oak Tree

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The Cycle of Life

I sit and I wonder at the beauty I see

The flicker of the light through the old oak tree

Shimmering green against the pale blue sky

Watching the birds zoom through as they fly

The grass beneath is beginning to turn brown

Still you hold every leaf so it doesn’t fall down

As the air turns cooler for this time of year

I look for the colors changes we hold so dear

For many the oak is a symbol of great life

With its strength and resilience bypassing its strife 

She holds on to her leaves and sheds them last

A reminder to us all, this life goes too fast

We forget the truths of the stories we are told

That life is a cycle much purer than gold.

Anita Neal

With the understanding of life as we live through it paces, lets us never forget the stories of old that teach us the values that come from life, nature and God’s wonderful story of you. We are each His greatest creation because we reflect His love and His being. Like the old oak tree understanding the value of each leaf, God understand the value of each of us. Remember how precious you are to God and reflect His kindness wherever you go.

 

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Through the Eyes of Daisy

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My name is Daisy, looking at you, or Daisy Mae to be fully true.

You see my color of black is true, but tonight I feel the color of blue.

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Odd people were here, may one, no two, painting the walls, it’s smells phew

I bumped her leg, for something to do, she said no, what’s a dog to do?

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I pick up my bone and begin to chew, I found a great holder, her old yard shoe

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This was not fun, so left it askew, I stretch out long, yeah, I am looking at you.

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I am bored, just wanting something to do, she said no, what’s a dog to do.

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My name is Daisy, since I’ve nothing to do, I send out a hello especially for you.

Anita Neal

 

And as always remember to be kind to all kinds.

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Beauty in the Sky

Things that Fly

This is an awkward story, rather a poem of things that fly

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Of God’s creation on day five of things that fill the sky

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Big things and small things can zoom through the air

Other things just float or flutter with acrobatical  affair

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Heavy things and light things, so many types there be

One must pay attention to all the beauty you can see

It was day five that God created the many things that fly

To show us the beauty of Him that love us…way up high

Anita Neal

If you enjoy being outside, look around at all that there is to see. There is life and beauty everywhere, big and little, fast and slow. All with their unique purpose and task to complete.  And as always I remind you the beauty and important attribute of Kindness. In all that we do, we should always be kind.

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Tuesday Writing Challenge, Catch the Sun

 

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Path of Light

The sun is going to bed, but I don’t want it to leave

There still so much to see, to do and still believe

I reach out gently to hold it, trying to make it stay

But it looks back at me, smiling, it must be on its way

Its warmth begins to leave us, leaving us with a chill

As I watch its path carry it behind the darkened hill.

The darkness envelopes us, as the light is now gone

I find myself now tired and stifling a coming yawn.

I leave the darkness behind me in hope of a new morn

When the light returns again in a new day to be born.

Anita Neal

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

Today’s prompt: catch the sunlight

I remind you always of the value of kindness. It may be the one things that make a persons day.

 

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Trust The Quiet? Never

Don’t Trust the Quiet

You think I would remember, I have pictures to remind me so

To not trust the quiet, like from your children of long ago

The quiet peace of sleeping dogs and the task that I get to do

No stopping them from fighting or chewing on my shoe

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But here there is only one, asleep at peace you see

For the house is still quiet, where is the other to be

I head to the back of the house as she runs pass me in a dash

There is something in her mouth I must catch her in a flash

My sharp tone scares her making her drop what she has

I look down to the foam pieces of a pillow it was know as

The pillows where she sleeps are small and seem untouched

Maybe it’s from old pillows I thought and hoping for as much

But my horror  was confirmed with foam pieces scattered about

And her coming back in my room, a small piece still on her snout

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The room is now re-closed for she still can’t be trusted

For the puppy that still remains has now been totally busted

I know I needed a new pillow, as this one was hurting my neck

This is not the way to do this, but alas, what the heck.

 

 

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I remind you as always the value of kindness. Even the animal kingdom understand this concept. So be kind with all kinds and enjoy these fun pictures.

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More, SOCS

More Beauty to Be

More beauty to see, this is what I know,

Of sky so bright, clouds changing as they go.

Some say is just sky, but it’s so much more,

It’s part of creation, a thing we should adore.

There’s birds and flowers and bees to see

Big yellow moon shining through the tree.

More beauty to share, in what you may hear,

Trickles of water fill the streams for deer.

How about old owl up high in the tree

Calling out his song, with love soon to be.

 Of  buzzing bee moving from flower to flower

In hope of more honey for him to devourer.

More beauty again is the beauty to feel

As it touches your skin, and knowing its real.

It can be gentle or harsh, depending on touch

Let not is emotion become your new crutch.

Remember the breeze as it flows in your hair

Reminding you always of many who care.

More beauty in smell, mouth watering’s to tell

Of homemade goodies, that we know so well.

The smells of danger that warn us to run

That rob us of beauty and loss of much fun.

The smells of remembrance, those we love best,

Are memories we hang onto when life is a test.

And last but not least we taste the next treat

Of more wonderful memories that can’t be beat

With family all close and holding us near

Reminding us that life is nothing to fear.

We enjoy all these gifts of senses each day

More love for each one as we go on our way.

Anita Neal

In  response to Linda Hill’s SOCS. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more.” Start your post with the word “more.” Enjoy!

And as always I remind all of us of the value of kindness to all of creation.

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Tuesday Writing Prompt, July 28

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Cursive Writing

In an era of today’s technology, evolves neglect of writing by hand

And schools focus on futures of new projects they need to manned

We have no need of stationary, for everything goes by email

No remembrance or need of touch, to share our love through mail.

How very sad to become the robots we now have become

And forgetting the feel of love, in mail it once did come

Those of us who remember the beauty that writing can be

Can now use cursive writing as coded messages for others to see.

Anita Neal

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

 

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry around the words cursive, touch, and forget

So come join in on the fun and see what your creative juices can do. And as always…remember to be kind in all you do.

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Flying Ace, Diminishing Poetry

A New Flying Ace

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I came to the feeder but there was not even a trace

Between the bird and the chipmunks, it’s a hard race

Timing must be right, to win the fight, to be the new ace.

There’s no time for sitting in the soft lawn chair

Where you can sit, relax and grow long your hair

Time is wasted, food is gone, leaving you only air.

Donna Matthews of Go Dog Go Cafe has tossed out the challenge for diminishing poetry. Since I had never tried it before, I gave it a shot.

Today’s poetry form is called Diminishing Verse Poetry. From Brewer, “The main rule of diminishing verse poetry is to remove the first letter of end word in the previous line.”

Come join in on the fun to see what you can do. And as always in whatever you do, remember to be kind. Let others shine with you.

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Tuesday Writing Prompt, July 7

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Picture of my street

The Stillness of the Morn

In the stillness of the morning, before day has ere began

The fog fill the tress and hangs heavy across the land

The moisture covers thickly and drips heavy from the trees

No sounds of life among them, not even birds or bees

One dare not be the first, the break this eerie sound

In the stillness of morning, there is no sound around.

 

Anita Neal

Go Dog Go Cafe has this fun Tuesday writing prompt that I enjoy, I just like adding pictures to help inspire me. Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.

Today’s prompt: Write a poem or piece of prose around the words “in the stillness”.

As you read the many who play along, remember the stillness of the new day and try to always start with kindness. It will make your day be filled with imagination and love.

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Cycle of Life, FOTD

Cee’s fun Flower of the Day prompt challenges us all to see the beauty on nature. My post today takes this a step further in showing the cycle of life in a day lily. They are called day lilies as their bloom last only a day to a day in a half but the life cycle of that bloom is well over a week if not two.

The Life Cycle

The life cycle is not long for those like me

for we start very small as you can see.

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My siblings and I, we number at six

On the same long shoot that looks like a stick.

With each passing day we grow to our size

Stretching our pods with goals to maximize.

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The sun is so warm and helps us to grow

We all hope to open and put on a show.

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Some of us grow slow and some grow fast

But the life of our bloom is one that wont last.

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First bloom of the season

The life cycle is short, but shed not a tear

For behold we will come back year after year.

For those of us who so enjoy your flowers, it does get sad at the end of the season when they go to sleep or die. But we are renewed in hope knowing when spring returns they also will return.

Enjoy the beauty, love and peace of flowers and remember to share their beauty and kindness with others as they share theirs with you.

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