This is in response to “The Numbers Game“. Each Monday a new number will be posted. Participants put the number in the search bar of their media file and post graphics/photos that correspond to the number. Share what you find in a new post. This week’s number is 135.
This is the graphic I found with #135. I found another graphic with $$ and wrote a new quatern poem.
Your consciousness comprehends your destiny
Your awareness envisions your fate
Your cognizance perceives your course of events
It knows what’s on your plate
Your every intention is an open book
Your mind knows how the ball will bounce
It is the function of your tiny brain
What is written there to announce
The second I joined WordPress
I felt so very new
Overwhelmed and dumbfounded
I didn’t know what to do
Petrified and mystified
Perplexed through and through
Befuddled and bewildered
I simply had no clue
Stunned and astounded
I first started to cry boohoo
Then read WordPress tutorials
And at last I knew how to
I found all I wanted
About things I never knew
A wealth of information
Is waiting for you too
Up to date and first rate
My fears I did subdue
I check the tutorials often
And find something new
I’ll never be an expert
But no longer sit and stew
For the articles are well written
By the WordPress crew
Three Things Challenge First Second Last
The Unicorn Challenge: Write something inspired by the photo prompt in 250 words or less. It looks like nighttime to me. That’s when I get inspired to say my prayers.
I pray to unicorns each night
Before I go to sleep
For a blessing that’s airtight
And for my daily keep
Unicorns pull my heartstrings
And I hear it has been said
They keep me safe from scary things
That live beneath my bed
Hush little lady say your prayer
Unicorns for you will care
Hush little lady say your prayer
Unicorns will keep you safe we swear
Hush little lady oh so fair
For tomorrow you must prepare
Wake little lady comb your hair
You have a visitor ceayr
The shadow of your smile
When you are gone
Will follow all my dreams
And light the dawn
Look into my eyes my love and see
All the lovely things you are to me
Our wistful little star
Went far too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so did I
Now when I remember spring
All the joys that love can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
I cannot find a thing to write
I’ve struggled nearly all the night
The future’s looking dim not bright
I guess I’ll go to bed
I toss and turn and have bad dreams
I do not know what all this means
I’ll never be a poet it seems
My pillow’s wet with tears
I get up now for it is dawn
I stretch and give a little yawn
And run to turn my ‘puter on
And write an Ovi tragedy
Each and every morning I peruse my reader first and enjoy what others have to offer. Many times I find something that helps me write a little something. This morning I found my inspiration. The Elephant’s Trunk Mad World: An Ovi. I had never heard of an ovi before and a tragedy was averted! I found something to write about.
She tried to make him understand
She had the ticket all was planned
Across the ocean she must sail
That they must part ’twas just as well
I cannot do what you demand
She tried to make him understand
Another love he’d have to find
Yet to her words he now was blind
Though you have been a faithful friend
Our love and fondness now must end
She tried to make him understand
Time spent with you it has been grand
But I must go where I belong
For you I sing a parting song
And gently now she held his hand
She tried to make him understand
The Unicorn Challenge: Write something inspired by the photo prompt in 250 words or less.
A rush of love a warm embrace
hearts beating at a fast pace
Our bodies press and I feel
your gentle sweet soft caress
Emotions ebb our course in place
as our fingers now enlace
I am your dear sweet conquest
and with you I feel so blessed
Our bodies surging face to face
and it is not a disgrace
Released now is all the stress
and with you I am obsessed
This is in response to “The Numbers Game“. Each Monday a new number will be posted. Participants put the number in the search bar of their media file and post graphics/photos that correspond to the number. Share what you find in a new post. This week’s number is 133.
This little insect was the only graphic I had for #133. I’m a bit partial to butterflies but even they go through stages that are not so pretty until they reach adulthood.
Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly a rare and gentle thing
I’d like to make your golden dream
come true dear
If I only had my way
A paradise this world would seem
to you dear
If I only had my way
If I had my way dear
the time we’d never change
Each and every time piece
we’d never rearrange
Spring Forward Fall Back
you’d never have to do
I’d do it for you
just for you just for you
If I had my way
each clock we’d throw away
You’d never have another birthday
We would live forever
change the time no never
If I had my way
ladysighs 
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