Three Lines Tale: Everything will be fine

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Three Lines Tale: Sparks


Come on, let the sparks fly

Let it light up the night

So it can spread far and wide.

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Three Lines Tale: Lighthouse

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Three Lines Tale: Is This a Dream?


It seems like yesterday when I walked down the aisles dressed in white. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Is This a Dream?”

Three Lines Tale: Her Type…


Battered tattooed hands with an ingenuous attitude,

He’s someone who can stand the pain

And that’s exactly her type of man. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Her Type…”

Three Lines Tale: Lightning


She loves everything about thunder and lightning. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Lightning”

Three Lines Tale: Surprise


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Three Lines Tale: Fire


He is a dare devil and fire is his muse.  Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Fire”

Three Lines Tale: The Race

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Poetry: Mother’s Day

Since it’s Mother’s Day, I’ve decided to re-post this from last Mother’s Day, May 10, 2015. It’s an old poem I wrote. Hope everyone’s enjoying their Sunday and Mother’s Day.


Sometimes, when I’m working and I’m bored, random thoughts would invade. Yesterday afternoon, the random thought of Mother’s Day brought me to search my archived files. Years ago, I dabbled in poetry and songs (I wanted to be a singer back then).

Of course, I wasn’t very good at it. Anyway, upon searching my poem collection, I came across this little something-something about mothers. I have no idea what the heck it was that inspired me to write this. Reading it, I kept giggling, thinking it’s so cheesy.

Since it’s Mother’s Day, I’m throwing it out there. I’m sure it’s not as good as some of you poets out there. It’s supposed to be a song. Please no judging.

You gave me life
You watched me grow
You let me live my life
Like it was meant to be
You never ask much from me
You just want me to be okay
Now I’m standing here
With my arms wide open
I want you to know
That I’m here for you
And this is for you
So let me give thanks
For all that you taught me
To help me survive
To help me grow
And helped me find my dreams
I am standing here
With my arms wide open
And I want you to know
That I’ll be there for you
When you need help
Because this is for you
You helped me go through
Tough times, happy times and sad times
I just want you to know that
I’ll standing here
With my arms wide wide open
And want you to know
That I’ll be there for you
When you’re down, when you’re sad
And when you need my help
Because this is for you
This song is for you

Three Lines Tale: Spring

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Three Lines Tale: I Spy


Through this arrow-shape window, I play I spy,

I spy with my little eyes a bird, no wait, a golden harp

Can a golden-eggs-laying goose be hiding in plain sights? 

This is a response for Sonya’s challenge, 3 Lines Tale, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.

The harp and the golden-eggs-laying goose are references to the story, Jack and the Bean Stalk. 

Three Lines Tale: Rainbow

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Three Lines Tale: Bittersweet Revenge


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Three Lines Tale: One More Step


Left right, left right, just one more minute, one more step

Please don’t let me have a mishap

For I might fall off this rickety bridge and never come back. 😀

Well, that wasn’t too hard, I thought it’d be harder. Anyway, I’m taking part in Sonya’s newest challenge, 3 Lines Tale, where we write 3 lines about the picture above. Hope you’ve enjoyed a little humor and poetry. 

Friday Fictioneers: Autumn Thoughts

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

It has been so long since I have last walked this road. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Autumn Thoughts”

Writing Prompt #121: Careless

kenopsiaNote: Before you read this, just be warn, I usually write stories, not poems. I’m not a poetry kind of person and this might probably be one of the worst poems you’ve ever read, not that I’m putting myself down, but seriously, I don’t write poetry but I’m actually feeling too lazy to write an actually story today. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Continue reading “Writing Prompt #121: Careless”

Friday Fictioneers: Message in a Bottle

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

There is a shelf in my father’s office. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Message in a Bottle”

Reflection: Broken Strands

It’s Saturday once again and you know what that means, Continue reading “Reflection: Broken Strands”


Happy Saturday, everyone! Continue reading “Change”