A Struggle

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With darkness looming in my mind, my thoughts are spineless bits of shredded time. Such confusion and sadness don’t become me. Surely, these feelings can not overcome me. A long life behind me, but never so bleak. A long life ahead of me, happiness I shall seek.

Let the light from day spill into night; a slivered sun ray please come my way.

As the day begins to darken, is there a message I should harken? I must be cautious of my perspective; take a stand not to be reflective, and resign myself from my mind. My glass half full, my glass half empty, darkness cannot tempt me.

Let the light from night spill into day; a silvered moonbeam please come my way.

Again, sensing doom I am swallowed by gloom. I can only cry and with no reason to try. I must be bold, I am told! It is not wrong to be strong. I must bring light into my sights; making wrongs into rights.

Let the light from the day spill into the night; let the light from the night spill into the day.

You may laugh, but I will settle for half. The peacefulness of dusk or the loveliness of dawn; neither night nor day. Perhaps a little gray?  At last, we have met halfway, at least for today.

Whether a slivered sun ray or a silvered moonbeam; please come my way and make my day.  Please let it be, I need to be me.

Cheers!

C25

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Tuesday Chatter 21

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Today is Weed Appreciation Day! I receive a variety of email, probably because my hubby and I are on the internet 24/7, and this email popped into my inbox a couple of weeks ago. I was ready to delete it or spam it but the content caught my eye. It offers a different tidbit of silly stuff each day, which I find amusing.

I decided to do some research on the weed day topic and found a website dedicated to Weed Appreciation Day. The weeds being discussed are not Marijuana, just in case you were thinking in that direction. While I am not going to dedicate my post to weeds, I found this information useful.

  • Dandelions are weeds, and they probably came to the United States with the pilgrims on the Mayflower.
  • Dandelions have huge amounts of vitamin A and vitamin C. You can also make wine out of them by boiling the blossoms and combining the leftover water with sugar and yeast.

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Hey, I’m all for making wine – how exciting! I could name it Dandewine! What do you think?

I’ll check with Jackie at acookingpotandtwistedtales and Lynne at lynzrealcooking and see if they want to offer their expertise on wine making. Maybe we can make it a joint effort! Ha! 😃😎 So, let’s move along and don’t forget to hug a weed today.

 

It is truly a beautiful day, with chirping birds, lots of sunshine and signs of spring everywhere you look. I am being beckoned by the tree that graces our back porch to enjoy my coffee outside. You know, I really like the idea of making wine from dandelions! I could be sipping my Dandewine while enjoying mother nature as she showcases her Easter colors.

While I am thinking of wine, that brings me to my featured bloggers. I just connected with this wonderful blog about wine 6 days ago. What a great find! Please visit because if you enjoy wine, this site is for you. http://rminto.com/ Poor Robert’s (Wine) Almanac – Fun Stuff and Facts about Wine. I love this blog because it offers oodles of information about wine, wine regions, wine terminology and more.

My next featured blogger is a very special lady, with an incredible talent for putting her words to good use. donnaluisawordslayer

She combines artfully crafted pieces that will tug at your heart strings; and skillfully written works that will give your mind something to seriously think about. Donna-Luis and I are connected via LinkedIn and beBee, and I am delighted to be one of her connections.

My poem today is a seedy ode?

A weed can be a good friend,

Indeed!

Perhaps add a little wackiness195618-Some-See-A-Weed-I-See-A-Wish

to your day?

Perhaps add a little happiness

to your happy hour

Perhaps add a little color

to your lawn

Perhaps add a little more work

to your gardening

Perhaps they are obnoxious

as described by Merriam-Webster

Perhaps you don’t who they are

Here’s a slew

just to name a few

C’mon yarrow, crabgrass, and cocklebur

C’mon prickly lettuce and carpetweed

Seedy weeds indeed!

Perhaps they have a special day

but if I have my say

it won’t be long

til they’re gone

This is Tuesday Chatter, a weekly event where you can leave the link to your blog, giving others a chance to appreciate your talents. Here’s the link for the how-tos. Tuesday Chatter

So long for now and enjoy your week!

Cheers! 

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An Egg and Cliches

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Cliches and writing!? Do you find cliches boring and overused? Cliches aren’t new and perhaps, as old as the hills? My question is why do we hear them? Why do we see them? Where did they originate? Do you have any use for them? Perhaps, you find them useful in order to express your thoughts?

As I was researching information relating to cliches, I said to myself…

“Dang, I use some of these when I speak and when I write. Am I trying to walk the talk? Dress to impress? Is this a major whoops?”

Well today, I felt like writing a post about Easter eggs and bunnies and all that stuff. Again, I had a discussion with myself.

“Nah, why not just say Happy Easter and let it go at that?”

Those of you that read my blogs know I enjoy writing poems. I like my poetry to tell a story, in the least amount of words. I also like poems that list a little bit, like a ship – you know what I mean?

Here I am, attempting to create a post and these cliches keep creeping into my mind. Maybe my coffee hasn’t taken effect yet. Maybe I am going through a phase? So I decided to write a poem, combining something about Easter and cliches. Yeah, I know, but just go with it. It could be worse.

An Egg is an Egg

No song and dance

no walk the talk

no dog and egg show

not a leg to stand on?

Just an egg

Not every egg has it day

can’t take the egg by the tail

can’t think out of the box

sly as a fox?

Only an egg

Not even your friend, or

your worst enemy

not dead as a door nail

avoid it like the plague?

A single egg

If only eggs could talk

the egg calls the kettle black

oh no! not from the frying pan into the fire

life is unfair?

A happy egg

Not thick as thieves

no hands make light work

only time will tell

plenty of eggs in the sea?

A lonely egg

Not as bright as the sun

not as light as a feather

not as cool as a cucumber

as old as the hills?

A sole egg

Not when you have lemons

not every cloud has a silver lining

you can’t lead an egg to water

what goes around comes around?

A fragile egg

Not like an egg in a candy store

not a fire station burning down

not haste makes waste

opposites attract?

The final egg

Overused expressions?

can’t teach an old dog new tricks

go break a leg!

or go crack an egg?

What are your thoughts on cliches? Do your find yourself using them or avoiding them?

Do you cringe when they are present in what you are reading, or even in conversation?

Or do you just take them in your stride, not even giving their use any thought?

Cheers!

C25

 

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Rewind or Fast Forward

I am enjoying the outside while sitting on the back porch. The trees are laden with buds giving off soft hues of spring colors. The landscapers are mowing the grass, which I love the smell of freshly mowed grass. Of course, my coffee cup is filled to the brim, laced with cinnamon, giving me a kick start to the day. Pondering the quote, by Mark Twain, brings back memories of twenty years ago, which I believe the quote to have a lot of truth to it. I see now there are things I could have accomplished; and yes, I am disappointed that some things didn’t materialize. As far as what I accomplished in life, I can’t say I am disappointed.

But there is still time to do some of these so-called undone things, however, my priorities have changed. Some of those things that I wanted to do twenty years ago do not matter now. And the same is applicable for some of the things that I did. So be it, and for the most part, no regrets.

Even though, I believe as we get older and our time on earth gets shorter, we feel we have to accomplish certain things in order to reflect back and say our life was fulfilling. So, my advice to myself is to do those things now because there may not be a – twenty years from now.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things you didn’t do than by the things you did do.”
Mark Twain

Wow, here is an old song by Zager & Evans that just relocated itself in the attic!

Zager & Evans – In The Year 2525 Lyrics

Artist: Zager & Evans

Album: Miscellaneous

In the year 2525, if man is still alive
If woman can survive, they may find
In the year 3535

Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year 4545
You ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes
You won’t find a thing to chew
Nobody’s gonna look at you

In the year 5555
Your arms hangin’ limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin’ to do
Some machine’s doin’ that for you

In the year 6565
You won’t need no husband, won’t need no wife
You’ll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube

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In the year 7510
If God’s a-coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He’ll look around Himself and say
“Guess it’s time for the Judgement Day”

In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He’ll either say, “I’m pleased where man has been”
Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595
I’m kinda wonderin’ if man is gonna be alive
He’s taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain’t put back nothing

Now it’s been ten thousand years, man has cried a billion tears
For what, he never knew, now man’s reign is through
But through eternal night, the twinkling of starlight
So very far away, maybe it’s only yesterday

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Cheers!

C25

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Tuesday Chatter 20

Happy Spring! We have a lot going on in Tuesday Chatter this week. Maybe I will take a thermos of coffee out to the porch and put together some thought provoking chatter. It’s 54º, which is perfect for me. My brew is going to be clear as mud, as I need a real kicker to get myself in gear.

Let’s get started with a chat about this past week’s highlights. Yesterday, March 1, was the first day of spring. Hallelujah!! I am so sorry that some parts of the world are not yet experiencing springy weather. Those of you that are suffering may want to have a discussion with mother nature about her attitude.

March 19th and 20th was Jackie’s Brunch Party. She sure knows how to throw a shindig, and everyone that was anyone was there. What a bash! And what a great way to meet and mingle! The party is over but you may want to stop by and see if there are any leftovers or just say hello. acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/2016/03/19/brunch-party.

St. Patrick’s Day has come and gone. You may want to visit my blog celebrating this special day, which includes a few pics of a quaint mountain town St. Patrick’s Day parade. amanpan.com/2016/03/18/happy-st-patricks-day/.

There is still time for the March babies to be included in my Happy Birthday wishes. Just let me know and I will add you to the list. amanpan.com/2016/03/06/join-the-party/.

Hey, if you’re in the mood for a cold brew 🍺, stop by the Irish pub and enjoy a frosty one. I took are some interesting pics of this eclectic Irish pub, and added a bit of chatter about its charm. amanpan.com/2016/03/16/the-irish-pub/.

So, what else is going on? Wow, I almost forgot!! I am taking another WordPress course – Commenters Bootcamp. I love these courses, as you learn so much and what a great way to meet people! Since I am a regular commenter on LinkedIn, I want to improve my commenting skills. I have included a link to my LinkedIn post about commenting: www.linkedin.com/pulse/my-life-linkedin-commenter-franci-hoffman?trk=mp-reader-card

Hey, let’s watch what we say

If you’re going to comment

Make it a compliment

 Oh, I see

It’s okay to disagree

but, please be kind

Because you will find

opinions vary

so best be weary

I respect what you say

even if it means,

keeping feelings at bay

I expect the same

So no one’s to blame

And, I promise the last tidbit about me, myself and me – I joined another social networking site known as beBee. I found many of my LinkedIn friends are migrating to beBee, which is another platform for bloggers, writers, and lots of other stuff. I am in the early stages of navigating my way around, and so far I find it quite amusing. https://www.bebee.com/

This brings me to my weekly featured bloggers, which I just pick at random. It gives everyone a chance to meet and mingle. Let me introduce Maddy at Home. Maddy shares useful and cool tidbits about anything and everything. I love her beach combing lead in idea, which you can experience this yourself by visiting her site. You can find Maddy at maddyathome.com/retired/beach-combing-16/.

My next featured blogger is pollymermaid.wordpress.com/. Peter has titled his blog Meritings, which his work definitely deserves merit. His blog revolves around music, nostalgia, philosophy and wildlife. This blog is a lovely experience that you won’t want to miss.

This is Tuesday Chatter, a weekly event where you can leave the link to your blog, giving others a chance to appreciate your talents. Here’s the link for the how-tos Tuesday Chatter

Please stop in and visit my new blog ThusNSuch, dedicated to poetry and quotes ThusNSuch

I’m Eugenia and it’s time to put a wrap on this chat. So long from this week’s Tuesday Chatter and have a great week!

Cheers! 

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The Show Must Go On

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The swaying trees are an amazing spectacle

Joined by nature’s voices, most majestical

Throngs of songbirds and buzzing bees

Rhythmically skipping upon the leaves

Prancing and dancing in the sunlight

Enhanced vividity adorning our sight

A theatrical performance, a concert to behold

A glimpse at life that should be told

Memories are begotten but not verboten

Life faintly fading but not gone

Let us sing, let us dance; the show must go on

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Cheers! 🍵 ☕️

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Let’s Get Together For Brunch…You Are Invited.

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Oh this is fun

And I want a bun

It’s time for lunch

Or better still let’s have a brunch

A kettle of Cardamon tea

And a slice of vanilla cake

A sip of rich coffee

And that bite of apple pie

There might be a carafe of table wine

With lots of grapes so divine

I think I spy some Easter bunnies

Please do hand me the honey

A medley of this and that

It will be a lively chat.

This is an invitation to a Pre-EASTER Brunch, taking place this weekend in this abode from Saturday 19th to Sunday 20th.

Come let’s dance into Spring with a spring in our steps.

Do keep a date and you’ll be glad you came.

I set a day reminder at the top corner of the right bar.

It will be good to have you here.

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day

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A Toast to St. Patrick

Saint Patrick, the holy and tutelar man;
His beard down his bosom like Aaron’s ran.
Some from Scotland, some from Wales,
will declare that’s from where he came,
But I care not, now he’s risen to fame.
The pride of the world and his enemies scorning,
I will drink to St Patrick, today, in the morning!

May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.

Health and a long life to you.
Land without rent to you.
A child every year to you.
And if you can’t go to heaven,
May you at least die in Ireland.

 May the leprechauns be near you,
To spread luck along your way.
And may all the Irish angels,
Smile upon you St Patrick’s Day.

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A quaint mountain town with a St. Patrick’s Day parade. Blue Ridge. Ga, located in Fannin County, population 1,290, as of the 2010 census.

The leaders of the parade were Blue Ridge’s finest, meaning those that keep law and order. The rain held off and the parade was a success. A good time was had by all!

Cheers! 

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I See no Reason to Grow Up

 

The back porch has taken on a new look, much like a picture out of a book. Perhaps, a photo on a postcard will do, just from me and just for you. The tree was once fragile and frail, it’s limbs thin as a rail. But now it’s happy as a lark, so showy it belongs in a park. Its buds are blushing a lovely pink hue, just for me and just for you. Sipping iced coffee, laced with mint, I noticed the tree seemed to say “I’m beautiful, can’t you see?”, reaching out just for you and just for me.

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“Another belief of mine:
that everyone else my age is an adult,
whereas I am in disguise.”-Margaret Atwood

Dear Margaret Atwood,

I am just like you

my years of being young were too few

I see no reason to grow up

double up the java in my cup

See, my gait has an added zing

I feel like a sweet young thing

I find life similar to a dance

the feeling of youth becomes enhanced

My performance on the stage

will never reveal my age

For me to be me

I must conceal my identity

Chronologically, I may be old

but let the truth be told

I see no reason to grow up

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Cheers! 

C25

 

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The Irish Pub

I am continuing my story about our trip, so here is where I left it…

Well, it is time to take a breather from driving and we can’t wait to stop and sit a spell at our favorite Irish bar. The Boro Inn Irish Pub, which I have written about before, is our favorite bar in Blue Ridge. This cozy little place just oozes charm and personality. The  owner is always adding to and making improvements so we can’t wait to see what surprises are in store for us.

As we walked in, I felt I was experiencing a different time and place in life. The room is pleasantly dark and cozy, a perfect atmosphere for an Irish pub.  We were greeted by the owner, Brendan Doyle, which he is a retired Catholic Priest and hails from Ireland- I just love his accent. There was a sprinkling of patrons at the bar which gave us a welcoming nod and smile.

We seated ourselves at the bar, a gorgeous bar if I may say so myself. It is rich brown in color and made of a heavy wood. The bar stools and tables and chairs are also made of heavy beautiful wood, giving the pub a rustic feel. Glowing eclectic lamps are scattered about providing soft and subdued lighting.

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I scanned the room looking for anything new and different, which brought me to a nice long chat with Brendan. He said the pub is always a work in progress, which I believe this is what keeps him going. Constantly thinking, doing, working, and more. I don’t know how he accomplishes so much, but he does.

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There were several additions and enhancements that added, even more, charm to the pub. I wandered about attempting to capture the beauty and feel of the relics and antiques with my phone camera, however, more patrons were coming in and our peacefulness became a thing of the past.

 

 

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Hmmm, a bell and a spooky picture – must be a story to go along with these pieces?! So, let me give you a brief history on these two items. The bell is a cow bell that belonged to my husband’s father. We gave the bell and the picture to Brendan last year, about this same time. The spooky picture was in a store front window, which when you look at it with a keen eye, the image changes to a woman’s face. The camera doesn’t catch the likeness of the two faces.

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Every nook and cranny have its own personality and I’m sure there must be a tall tale behind each piece that is carefully placed into each grouping. There is not an interior decorator that creates this magical place folks, it is Brendan Doyle and his family – what a talented group!

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So many lovely people and not a shy one in the bunch. Some of the patrons are local and others hail from anywhere and everywhere. The pub has really become the spot to have fun in the last couple of years. The Inn is the “in” place to go. A place for good spirits and great conversation. Everyone was hyped up about the parade – oh, did I say parade?

Signing off for now and to be continued…

Cheers!

C25

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