Promote Yourself Monday, 2/17/20 and Roundup for 2/10/20

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

What a great week we had last week! WOW! The numbers: 202 comments, 169 views, and 36 likes. Most important, we had 25 posts shared with us, now is your chance to go back and take a look at these amazing writers and people… I know I have some catching up to do.  As always, stay a while, scroll around, and write, write, share, write! — Stephen

https://redcat.wordpress.com/2020/02/09/pansarbjorne-visitor/

Poetry – While We Lay Together

Fangs

https://eluminoracreations.wordpress.com/2020/02/08/friday-flashback-stolen-blood/

Eugi's Weekly Challenge – Love – February 10, 2020

Feeding My Soul – Weekend Writing Prompt

https://hisnamewaszach.wordpress.com/2020/01/20/it-builds-character/

The Playlist

What do you see # 16 February 10, 2020

https://liyonadancer100.wordpress.com/2020/02/09/poems-from-the-past-pt-1/

Love…

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Poems from the past pt. 7

The irony is that after everything
after all the happenstance and
haberdash,
I still see myself in the woods
In a peaceful cabin surrounded by
beautiful oak, maple and pine.
Picking strawberries from a field
and whistling to myself.
My hair is tied in a bun
with short strands flowing in the wind
as the breeze brushes by.
I am humming to myself a
tune created from my own
imagination.
I look up and gaze out across
the valley. The warm sun hitting
my face.
I smile to myself because this
place is marvelous,
such a gift.
I never thought it could be called
my home.
A slight rustle from behind,
I turn to catch you walking
through the forest.
A smile settles on my lips again as
I glimpse you through the
trees.
I know you’ll arrive soon.
Three more strawberries are added to my basket
and one berry for tasting.
I hear you call my name.
A soft spoken murmur that
casts a spell on me.
I turn smiling again
but just to myself.
For I say,
“Hello, How are you?”
“Picking Strawberries?” you surmise.
“Well tis the season”
“Eating strawberries season?”
You laugh and bend down to grab a strawberry.
Delicious and sweet
I taste one too.
The sweet crunch reminds me
of everything wonderful about
summer.
Everything wonderful about
you.
“Yummy!” I cry.
You laugh, chuckle at my
child-like response.
“You ready to go back home?”
“I think so”
“They’ll be more for tomorrow”
“I am sure of that”
You take my basket as I grab
my shoes from the field and
we head back home together.
“Can we sing a song?”
I ask randomly.
“About summer?” you respond.
“How did you know?”
” I heard you singing to yourself earlier”
I smile and blush all at once.
“That song was for the trees” I state.
“But it did sound lovely” you counter.
“Well thank you” I bow dramatically
“But you’ll sing a song for me, won’t you?”
You look up to the sky. Then with a toss of your head you sigh and smile all at once.
“I think I will” you grin.
Then I listen and wait.
At first, all I hear are our footsteps and my breath. But I know the
song is forming in your head
Then in a wonderful crecendo you start to hum
“Oh for the day the sun breathes
it makes me wonder!
Oh for the beauty of the green forest woods a sunder!
And I wish
and I see
That my one true love
is standing next to me.”
I blush and respond in the same tune,
“And I wish and I see that my one true love they are standing next to me.” You smile and giggle
and now that I am content.
I grab your hand, squeeze
tightly and sing,
“That my one true love
is standing next to me.”


I was inspired to go through my journal from about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! Photo by Sean Musil on Unsplash.

Poems from the past pt. 6

you believed in a wise man.

I thought that you knew

who you would call saviour.

where will in the world

will I find the truth?


I was inspired to go through my journal from about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash.

Poems from the past pt. 5

Do you think

that the road is long?

Do you know

If I’m singing this song?

Can I imagine

A place where you call my name?

Will we ever be the same?

Running around in the green

fields

all around in the light and

the dark

I’ll find you my love.


I was inspired to go through my journal from about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Matt Duncan on Unsplash.

Poems from the past pt. 4

There are many things that

I pray for

and ask for

forgetting a bigger

larger, firmer, wiser

hand.

Rushed under water

and blown by a

simple breeze, I

think all the answers

are in the cards

and all the solutions

can be found.

When in fact, the

wiser player only

wants me to listen

Good gracious

Listen.


I was inspired to go through my journal from about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Jonatan Pie on Unsplash.

Poems from the past pt. 3

Where there is light

at the end of the tunnel?

you wonder if you had

died to become part of heaven

you wonder how you got to

this place and you

wonder if you are

even human

.

When I close my eyes these things

become my reality,

and I wonder how I

have fallen into the abyss.


I was inspired to go through my journal from about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash.

Poems from the past pt. 2

Today I woke up to the sun

but my eyes craved one more

lasting blink

Can the stars turn back time for me

to rest?

Then later today,

I contemplated my life and where

I should go

and who I should

be

I feel so transient

sometimes

most times

it sinks into me

as water in the earth

slowly until I am

soaked with the notion

that I can do anything

or everything; maybe

But then I looked out over

the canyon and tried to

imagine myself back in time

jumping off the cliff

to fall into another world

the wind blew their memories

around my closed eyes

and I knew then

the stars had answered my prayer.


I was inspired to go through my journal from about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash.

Promote Yourself Monday, February 10, 2020

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Poems from the past pt. 1

Be lined the natural skies

the waking eyes of the eagle

soaring

roaring

over the waterfall

into the rocky abiss

a deep pool

that you pull yourself into

nothing more than

upward bound

maybe

I’m just sinking lower


I was inspired to go through my journal for about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Kea Mowat on Unsplash.

A Funny Thing

Life can be a funny thing

no?

When you’re sick in bed

that’s when you understand

life

liberty and

the pursuit of happiness

Some how

blowing your nose

ten million times

gives you the insight

into how the universe

ticks

.

I was pretty sick this past week, but had time to contemplate lifes existence. Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash.