She waits for him to choose

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Letting go …

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:

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To fall, let go,
To fold my wings and plummet,
To embrace the earth that rushes up,
To snatch life’s last spark and end it all.
Or follow the stars and fly,
Spread broad white wings,
Soft swansdown pinioned beauty,
Beat the air translucent blue,
Shot with gold in the morning sun,
To soar with hope and a raging joy.
Choose wisely, love, for you hold my heart
In your hesitant hands.

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New/Old Photo of Lotte Verbeek

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I follow Outlander on WordPress! I love the show and all the characters. Here’s a pic of Lotte Verbeek; I think it looks great. I like it when women look sexy, strong and smart all at the same time!

Originally posted on Outlander Online:

Here is a new/old photo of Lotte Verbeek from a photoshoot she did a while ago.

10958405_1624310304518033_1176820999_n Photoshoot with @irisbrosch for @theuntitledmagazine a while ago #highonacouch #couchkitten 😸 tnx for posting @lotteverbeekitalia 💐

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Hide and Seek

HAIKU is a traditional form of Japanese poetry, three lines, no rhyme, with five syllables, then seven syllables and lastly five more syllables. The first line goes with the second and the second line reads with the last. Simple indeed, so why haven’t I even tried it before? I don’t know that answer. I have a poetry collection on Amazon, self-published with many forms included, however, no Haiku. Fall is coming with grape harvests and celebrations for the people who plow, till and work the land. Haiku, pleasant and simple, like life should be.

                                                                                                                                                                   Hide and Seek

Clumped hands will grasp me

Release me from hidden view

Feel my cool bodies.

 

By Kim Troike

Haiku Challenge

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*I would write more and submit my poetry here for readers. However, I am composing a second poetry line for submission elsewhere and it must never have been seen for them to accept it.

Haiku challenge: Must & Bust

gardenlilie:

Haiku … I can spell it but never have tried it. Thanks Jane! The harvest seems like a whole nether world out there and our children appear so removed from it all. If I were to be in school today I’d think it boring. All the field trips of K-8 just stop and it’s all desk, sitting and eyeball work. Why do I think so much n why do I care? I think because it is time lost forever. I’m going to try a Haiku later this week.

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:

Apologies to Ronovan—I changed Bust to Burst. Just couldn’t see ‘bust’ in a poem somehow. As always, please visit Ronovan’s blog to read the other entries.

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Harvest

Grape must in the vats
summer’s harvest dropping sweet
sunburst of senses.

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Into the Vines

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Into the Vines

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Monteluce VineyardAs I begin another novel it is difficult to just set aside the beautiful, and moving story of Olivier and Brie with Daniela and her triumphs of heroism. Hawa and Francis running into the vines, exploring and catapulting into the next adventure.  But I must begin again and very soon. First, though, let me give you una mas time to see what I’m talking about.

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Do you know what a blue moon is? A blue moon is that rare occurrence meaning it doesn’t happen very often. It is the second full moon in a month or quarter. It happens this month on July 31st, read about it in this story.

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A family is formed on a vineyard by a pilot who performs rescue missions around the globe, saving those persons from disaster and extreme circumstances. Have you ever wondered how you might act when you come upon a terrible situation, and you are the only one there left to save those stranded by age and terror?

Into the Vines is a story about heroism and destinies. A young nurse named Daniela desires more in life but is unsure of what that entails. One night after work she doesn’t go home but takes a different route to go visit with friends at a local joint. This sets her on a path that changes her life evermore.

novel by Kim TroikeBrie is a woman who has been there, done that; she decides to celebrate a milestone birthday by going to the city of light! Paris! Why not? She’s from Savannah, Georgia and full of southern charm with looks we only dream of. What she doesn’t know, yet, is that her heart is her biggest treasure of all. Someone who has lost it all sees this before she does.

Olivier is the pilot performing these missions like tomorrow exists forever. In his mind he can’t think of another thing to do that would make him happier. Until one day at his sister-in-laws cooking school in the Loire Valley he meets an American girl named Daniela, and all he can do is think about being around her.

Back CoverHawa and Francis are the children in this story ready to capture your heart and take you to places in Africa. Why are they there? What do they find? And who do they rescue?

This is the beginning of this contemporary novel of fiction for teens, YA, and adults. Read and find out how they come together; what they do with their lives and the tragedies they encounter. This epic novel of 414 pages floats along like a butterfly with beautiful and potent emotions, meanwhile the pages speed by taking you through cities like Paris, Savannah, Cleveland and all the way over to the island of Maupiti in the South Seas.

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Want to Come to a Fantasy Sci-Fi Dystopian Steampunk Bargain Books Party? Then Read On – Meet the author – Nicola McDonagh

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All the best Nicola … this is from my friend Jane.

Originally posted on Nikki McDonagh - author and photographer:

Prior to the Facebook Extravaganza – Fantasy Sci-Fi Dystopian Steampunk Bargain Books Party I am spotlighting each author taking part. Today, the day of the event, I am spotlighting – Myself!

In June, my publishers closed down and I gained the publishing rights to my YA Dystopian/Sci-Fi series The Song of Forgetfulness. So I self-published the books with an addition of a Prequel, Whisper Gatherers.

So, this is me:

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Nicola McDonagh is an author, creative writing tutor, and photographer. She lives in Suffolk, UK, with her musician husband and a plethora of rescued/feral cats. She came to writing prose late in life and is trying to make up any lost time by dabbling in more than one genre.

Nicola won the Suffolk Book League’s Short Story Competition 2011 with her story, ‘Glimmer’. The anthology of short stories – Glimmer and other stories was given a Certificate of Excellence…

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Happy Bastille Day

Happy Bastille Day to France, its 101st since WWI. I know the Tour de France ends in Paris. Good luck to all the cyclists.

Here is a poem I wrote for my novel Bleu Moon titled, “Someday.”

Maybe you feel like this too. Have a read.

SOMEDAY

Someday, when I’m in Paris
Touring the Avenues, along the Seine;

My eyes will venture to the sky
Noting Gothic Notre Dame and Eiffel tower line.

My francs exchanged for euros to pay for Louvre Art,
Rich history, and beauty fill chambers in my heart.

But first a cafe and selected sinful fruit tart…

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“Qui, Qui. S’il vous plait,” I say.
“D’accord.” She hands me the baked sweet.
“Merci,” I add.
“De rein,” she replies.
“Donnez-moi, s’il vous plait un verre de vin.” I changed my mind.
“Oui.” She smiles.
“Merci, ou est the Louvre?” I ask.
“La tout droit.” She points.

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“Yes, yes please,” I say.
“Okay.” She hands me the delicious sweet.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Please give me a glass of wine.” I changed my mind.
“Yes.” She smiles.
“Thank you. Where is the Louvre?” I ask.
“There, straight ahead.” She points.

by Caroline Clemens~pen
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