I want to stay in the game
even if I must play hurt
I plan to stay all the same.
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The poetry of mine
I am not a poet.
I think I have been quite clear on the matter. When it comes to writing poetry I am a “learn as I go” and “fake it” kind of girl. My style (if you could call it that) is rhyming verse. That’s it. That’s what I call it because it rhymes. But I really couldn’t explain one type of poem from another. In my playbook, it really comes down to rhyming and non-rhyming. And for me, rhyming poems are easier to read and remember.
But yet, I share a poem once a week.
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It should be 8 syllable beats.
At least, that is what they do say
whoever is the unknown they.
Continue readingDealing with Jerks
I was discussing the rude behavior of a certain individual with a friend. My friend, positive this person was aware of his actions, made the assumption that he would cower under a perceived authority figure. “Surely,” she surmised, “he’d act different toward this person’s wife.” I thought about it. “Only if he thinks he is doing something wrong. But let’s face it, he probably isn’t aware of how everyone is viewing his actions.”
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William’s Adventure
V. Home
When the hood was finally taken off William’s face he noticed he was in yet another new place. Although he had never seen such furniture that was in this room he could tell wherever he now stood was probably a pretty fancy place. The room seemed to scream royalty or well-to-do. Palace seemed to fit the description.
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William’s Adventure
IV. Nevele’s Territory
When William opened his eyes again he knew two things. One, he was not in another dark closet. Far from it. He saw vibrant colors everywhere. Many he never knew existed. And two, he definitely was not home again. Not his home anyway. He sighed as he realized he was in Nevele’s territory. Now what?
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William’s Adventure
III. Carter and Parker Join the Adventure
The next thing William remembered was hearing a soft voice. Like the sound of a small bird, cooing. At first, he thought it was his sister’s voice and he became a little angry. She should not be in his bedroom! But when he opened his eyes he didn’t recognize his surroundings. Mainly because it was too dark to tell where he was at. He opened his mouth and started to yell but a paw quickly covered it.
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