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I was a fire
With kindling for heart;
A match was struck,
A flame was start
It burned to the core
With coals and smoke;
Quenched by water,
The fire was choked
The blazes were seething
With smoldering coals;
In the passing of time,
The fire grew cold
I Was a Fire
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Wanderings
My wandering thoughts tiptoed through the hall
Where a clock struck the second breaking the silence after all.
My wandering voice echoes over the mountain
Where a bird flits a feather mocking my call again and again.
It isn't silence after all - the noise is asleep, but for those who resist the slumber suffer the magnifying thoughts in the soundless night.
For My Friend
A poem with no edits that I wrote today in a moment of deeply heart-felt inspiration.
~ For My Friend ~
A little tear in my heart
For the hurting of a friend
The salty tears in my eyes
For the heart of him who cries
A desperate need and yearning
For a heart that is opened
A heavy burden on his shoulders
Do you see the painful life?
The suffering written in his face
I wish that I could erase
None to help him carry this
So he struggles with the strife
Liebster Award
The Liebster Award. Thankyou to +Clare Farrelly yet again for nominating me for one of these, and because of the definition of that word you gave, I now no longer need to look it up! :D But, for the sake of others, I shall post a definition anyway. ;)
'Liebster', being German, is pronounced 'l EE b s t uu r', which is the only pronunciation I could find on Google, and I hope is somewhat helpful. It means, as Clare specified on her blog, pretty much all the synonyms you can think of for 'nice'. :D
There are rules for the award this time, and I place them here:
Lost Returned
I wasn't exactly sure of what I should call this poem. It's a little odd, but it makes sense to me. :)
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On the edge of my mind where dreams roam free;
Around the corner of my eyesight there is but a taste of vision.
A stumbling leap in a skeptic's decision.
Thoughts
A thought is deliberate meditation and application of mental attention towards a concept, opinion, or an idea.* Thoughts are what occupy our minds throughout the day and play an important role in our lives; for what you think, you will end up becoming.
"For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he." - Proverbs 23:7**
A thought flits across the vast expanse of your mind for a split second, and is gone - unless you hold onto it; and when you do, it captures your attention so that your mind feeds itself off of that thought. As this thought continues to swirl around in your mind, it starts to seep into your heart and dwell there. Once fixed inside, the contents of that thought start to reveal itself in your actions and speech. This then becomes a habit. ...
'Sunflower Award'
So apparently, there's this thing going around called 'The Sunflower Award', and thanks to +Clare Farrelly, I've been 'nominated' for it - I'm assuming that's a good thing. ;)
I have absolutely no idea why they decided to call it a sunflower award, but I'm honoured either way. XD
In answer to your questions, Clare. :) - ...
Lemon Chiffon Pie
Today I made this awesome dessert called Lemon Chiffon Pie! It tastes a lot like a cheesecake, except it doesn't contain condensed milk or cream cheese. The fluffy filling is addictive, and the base is simple, having just the essence to offset the lemony fill. ;)
I used dextrose instead of sugar in this recipe, simply replacing the amount of sugar with the same amount of dextrose, which is handy if you're on a sugar-free diet. Also, it doesn't contain any wheat - depending on what type of sweet biscuit you use, as I use shredded wheat biscuits - and is relatively quick to make.
I've included photos of different stages throughout the entire recipe. Most of them aren't good quality due to them being taken on a phone, but hopefully you'll get the gist. :D ...
He's There for You
You give a giggle to hide a pain,
Yet you smile, again and again;
The outside world,
You withdraw yourself;
Behind the mask,
You're on a shelf. ...
Sunrise
The bright morning sun awakens, peeking out from beneath its mountain blankets, and sits up in the world; yawning, stretching and rubbing the fog from its eyes, it spreads a dancing red aurora throughout golden rays, sky to sky, across a ladder of innocent clouds.
Greetings!
So... this is what a blog looks like! No prizes for guessing who the genius is behind it all. ;) Give a hand and many thanks to my dear sister, BushMaid, for taking several hours from her day as well as her busy schedule to set this up for me. I must say, she is incredible at what she does; this is exactly what I had wished for - absolutely perfect! B) ¡Muchas gracias! ...
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