...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Gardens)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Gardens”.

                                                            GARDENS

           

            I heard the flowers in the gardens whisper and giggle as I skipped past them in animated fashion. I saw the roses on the rosebush perk up and stare at me as I skipped farther along the path. I felt the grass sweep past my ankles as the summer breeze gently pushed it to and fro. The birds stopped by, as well, to cool off in the stone bird bath that stood erect in the center of the gardens; beneath the early morning sun. As I reached the end of the long winding path, there I found an herb and vegetable garden that filled the air with its aromatic scents. Such beauty, such innocence, such tranquility, in the gardens that grow nature’s best.

            If you listen and watch very closely, you’ll hear the gardens speak of love and life; of birth and death; of rebirth and reincarnation; and lastly, they will tell the story of a resurrection. The gardens are magical, spiritual and quite supernatural. They call out to us, and invite us into their exterior and adventurous home - just to look, listen and observe. They encourage us to appreciate their power of life, death and rebirth, as only the ever-changing seasons will allow.

           

           

GARDENS

On nature’s walk

The path is long

On nature’s walk

The path is winding

If you listen closely

You will hear the gardens speak

There will be whispers and giggles

From exotic colored flowers

Who watch as we skip past their home

There will be looks and stares

From majestic rosebushes

Whose secrets will come into view

There will be tickles and touches

From swaying blades of grass

As gentle breezes push them to dance

You’ll see birds on the bird bath

Herbs and vegetables galore

You’ll inhale the aromatic scents of the Gods

The gardens are alive

With beauty and innocence

So tranquil, so lovely, so bright

And they speak to us of love

Of life, birth and death

Reincarnation - and proof of a resurrection

The gardens are magical

The gardens are spiritual

Abundant in supernatural powers

They call out to us, and invite us in

To nurture, to look and to listen

They beg us to stay and observe them by day

As we continue down this wondrous path

…There will be many miracles to witness and see

…As only the ever-changing seasons will allow

"Lives Unbalanced" (Fiction/Mystery/Psychological Suspense) - Novel Published on Amazon Thursday 12/13/18

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                                           (RAMONA THE RAGDOLL)

PROLOGUE

            This novel is a work of fiction that tells the story of a young woman who survives life, and finds strength in the most endearing yet unconventional ways.

            Susan was an introvert, who lost her parents at a young age. Her brother Marty was the only family she had left.  Marty was married and lived in Florida with his wife Sara and daughter Lisa, while Susan continued to live up North, in Brooklyn, New York. When word from Florida about Marty’s sudden death reached Susan, her world came crumbling down.

            Susan’s loneliness and inability to make friends and enter into relationships easily made for a very difficult and personal struggle for her, until she met Jim. Jim became the love of her life.  However, danger and madness soon found their way into Susan and Jim’s lives through the wrath of the deranged Joe. It was now up to Susan to protect Jim, herself, her sister-in-law Sara and her niece Lisa. It was now up to Susan to also find a way to avenge her brother Marty’s death.

            Susan’s abnormal and dysfunctional connection to her beloved ragdoll “Ramona” became her only salvation. As bizarre as it seemed, Ramona became Susan’s closest friend and trusted confidant over the years to whom she relied upon for advice and guidance. Together they found companionship and a special bond that would keep them connected in a way that protected and saved Susan from the harsh realities of life, and the dangers as well. What may have seemed like insanity to some, Susan’s relationship with Ramona proved to be the opposite. As we all find ways to survive life and loneliness, Susan found Ramona.

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Doll)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Doll”.

                                                                     DOLL

           

            Suzette kept her in a secret room, because “Rita” was her most treasured doll who became her most trusted friend. No one knew about Rita, except Suzette. They laughed, they talked and they cried together; and Suzette always looked to Rita for guidance. Rita always had the answers to the unknown and to the mysteries of life – Suzette’s life. Rita had the most unique sparkling rhinestone eyes that Suzette had ever seen. These were magical eyes that were alive, intriguing and mesmerizing; eyes which spoke to Suzette through a simple stare. They always shared deep conversations through Rita’s bewitching eyes. Suzette was captivated by this enchanting doll. Their souls united and their hearts soared each time Suzette visited Rita in her secret room. Rita knew Suzette well and Suzette knew Rita well – they were never at a loss for words. Rita existed in Suzette’s world and Suzette existed in Rita’s world. Once their worlds met, it was at those moments that Suzette discovered there was a very thin line between reality and make-believe; between natural and supernatural. They continued to cross that line in order to share a lifelong friendship like no other.

           

DOLL

A secret Doll in a secret room

“Rita” was her name

She spoke through sparkling rhinestone eyes

Suzette was never the same

- Bewitching eyes so mystifying

- Omnipotent and gratifying

…She solved all mysteries of the unknown

And found answers to Suzette’s strife…

But no one ever knew of her

She dwelled within the afterlife

Her intriguing eyes were so alive

One destined goal – to mesmerize

A treasured Doll with special powers

Quite attentive for myriads of hours

Precisely wise in her own right

Cleverly sharp be it day or night

Messages received with tender care

Through the magic of a loving stare

Exchanged conversations through supernatural influence

…A kindred spirit of consecrated affluence

Suzette embosomed all she could

From “Rita” of another sphere

Who lived in a universe so far away

Yet Suzette miraculously kept her near

…A transcendental alliance - devoid of any fear

Her world of charm and mysticism

Was where the paranormal reigned

This secret Doll from a secret room

Was specially chosen to be ordained

…Linked endlessly to Suzette’s world

A natural world of reality…

Where a very thin line shall always be crossed

As they remained joined in totality

- -Two phenomenal lives forever entwined

through a friendship of blessed immortality

"Lost Yuletide Glow" (12 Days of Christmas) (Spillwords Press) - Poem

        "Lost Yuletide Glow" finds its way to Christmas. Once lost, now found, it becomes part of Heaven's Christmas show. We can all relate. If you are lost, make yourself found - and be sure to find YOUR "Yuletide Glow" along the way, during the Christmas Season...Let it shine! - Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! God Bless! 

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LOST YULETIDE GLOW

“Lost Yuletide Glow” hides within Winter’s song

Again not knowing when to sing along

Just waiting on Old Father Time

December winds and nature’s rhyme

Echoes of laughter on every street

Bustling shoppers who meet and greet

Storefront decor from days of old

Where mechanical carolers brave the cold

Noel! Noel! can be heard afar

Across the sky, from star to star

The Universe speaks of coming days

Of cheerful hearts and gentle ways

Sparkling snow sets streets aglow

Where Christmas wreaths and trees all grow

Some magic happens in the air

As “Lost Yuletide Glow” remains aware

Yet silent in its quiet place

So full of love - So full of grace

Still unable to come around

Yearning to be Christmas-bound

When suddenly a Spirit speaks

Of holiday joy and wondrous feats

Vast melodies play in even flow

And Angels welcome “Lost Yuletide Glow”

It soon opens its eyes to holiday bliss

Ne’er to feel its soul amiss

So proudly it shines, this “Yuletide Glow”

Becoming part of Heaven’s Christmas show

...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away - (Silence)

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SILENCE - Yes, it is golden! Yes, it is magical! It is wordless and it is speechless; yet it speaks to us in ways our talking world cannot...

One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Silence”.

                                                           SILENCE

“Silence” speaks to us at moments when our world is mute. It may not come in words or sentences, but it will come in spirit and you will hear its voice. You will know its message through its speechless tales of comfort and woe. It may grace you with a memory you’ll be happy to recall, or taunt you with a memory too sad to ever think about. No matter what, “Silence” will visit you often. It will remain by your side for as long as you are listening. Take it by the hand, and welcome it into your life. It will speak to you in ways that a noisy and chaotic world never could. Chaos is terribly loud and quite annoying, while “Silence” is wonderfully placid, soothing, golden - and honest. Let it live in your world! Let it speak to your heart!


                       SILENCE

If “Silence” stops by to speak with you
     Will you ever know?
Will you hear its quiet voice
     Within the fallen snow?
Will you see its shadow watching
     In the sunlit morning glow?
Will you hear its placid whisper
     While the darkened night’s in tow?

Silence speaks of seasons
     Through nature’s changing face
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
     Await your kind embrace
They say “Silence” is truly golden
     As its words are never heard
Yet soundless endless banter
     Is as sweet as it is absurd

You must listen as it echoes
     In your ever-eager ears
From the sounds of gentle murmurs
     To the sounds of voiceless cheers
The speechless tales of comfort
     And the speechless tales of woe
Will always speak of moments
     From the highest to the low

Moments worthy of a memory
     Moments sadder to recall
Yet moments of a full life
     From the climb to the sudden fall
The enormous valiant victories
     And the Decorated smile
Revealed through sounds of silence
     Delivered in humble style

Allow this golden silence
     To calm you as you sleep
To cuddle you in wordless love
     And cause your soul to weep
To weep from your elated heart
     One that showers you with bliss
So you may know that silence speaks
     When your talking world’s amiss

"HALLOWEEN HORROR" (13 Days of Halloween - 2018) (Spillwords Press) - Poem

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Below is a Poem I wrote and submitted to Spillwords Press (Spillwords.com) for their "13 Days of Halloween" Presentation (2018)...So embrace the holiday...Accept the tricks as well as the treats, and you'll do just fine...Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo!

HALLOWEEN HORROR

From my humble abode -

From “My window on the world”

I can see them as clear as the day!

I know them quite well

And I fear them for sure

For their venom will spill today!

They’re the Ghosts and the Goblins

The Witches and Warlocks

The Spiders that weave wretched webs

The Skeletons, the Bats – and all that is bad

The broken, the violent, the terribly sad

…The aura, the mark of the macabre…

Riding in on the souls who pave their way

They’re alive in the shadows

Of this outlandish night

They appear in October when the time is right

They frolic about with strength and might

Hissing aloud to their own delight

Their silhouettes dance behind shades of gray

So oddly happy and strangely gay

Their windows are adorned with iron bars

Like insane asylums and killer jails

They gaze out into darkness and grin with ease

Such sinister laughter, such cold wicked wails

Their house is quite evil as wooden shutters flap loudly

To a choir of maligned beings who sing harmony, proudly

They cast spells from a Witch’s kettle

They take turns stirring the brew

I have but one question

- Will their next victim be you?

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Shadow)

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One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Shadow”.

                                                            SHADOW

            “Shadow” will walk with you on a bright sunny day and play hide and seek with you while the clouds settle in. You’ll be tempted to chase it, but unable to catch it. It will make you happy and it will make you sad. Sometimes you may play the fool, as you fall in love with its elusive spirit. You may run with it – skip, dance and hop along with it; but you will never enjoy its company if the mighty sun fades away. Perhaps it will join you once again so it can tease you, love you, leave you then embrace you - all on its own terms. It will always have the upper hand. You may follow the shadow as far as it will allow, but you will never capture it for the long-term. It can never be controlled with such an independent nature. It will come and it will go – but you will always be there; happy in the sunlight or suddenly lost in a cloud. What will you do? Your only choice will be to say good-bye and walk away until the next time. Isn’t that what life is all about?

SHADOW

I lost it quickly through a cloud

But yearned to make it mine

It came and went so gallantly

I prayed the sun would shine

“Shadow” lived in nature’s light

It danced and played to her song

I finally thought it came back to me

So I danced and played along

Unfortunately it slipped away

So callous and so cool

Through darkness and a raging rain

Again I played the fool

Its elusive spirit so selfish and cruel

Pretended to be so kind

I fell for its antics again and again

While it continued to torment my mind

It made me quite happy

And it made me quite sad

But most of all

It made me quite mad

So I made a decision

To say good-bye

I walked away from its truth

And I walked away from its lie

This “roller-coaster ride”

With my shadow of choice

Enlightened my soul

And gave me my voice

...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Books)

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One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Books”.

                                                                     BOOKS

            What are books? To some they are inanimate objects that sit upon shelves and collect dust. To others they are spirited beings who come alive when someone picks them from the shelves, wipes away the dust from their covers, and allows them to speak with each turn of a page. They speak about romance, mystery, suspense, humor, families, friendship, adventures, science, history, foods and more. They take us on journeys to faraway lands. They teach us about life, the world, and everything in it. They speak through colorful words and sentences that form magnificent imagery in the minds of all readers. Then they find a way to politely say good-bye once the last page is turned. It is then that those books are returned to their shelves, until someone picks them up again and invites them to speak.

BOOKS

Like soldiers at attention

The books stood on their shelves

So tall, so brave, so silent

While dust fell upon themselves

The people came and chose them

Then invited them to speak

They came alive with the turn of a page

Each word allowed a “peek”

The books told tales of romance

Intrigue and mystery too

They led us forth to foreign lands

Where we freely wandered through

We read aloud

We laughed and cried

We danced and pranced

And sometimes sighed

We learned about others

As we marveled around

We tasted new foods

Through words and through sound

They taught us great lessons

in science and history

Each spirited page revealed

quite a mystery

When the last page was turned

and they said their “Good-bye”

We were left with huge images

and answers to “Why?”

…We knew it was time

to put them to rest

On their dusty old bookshelves

with the Best of the Best

"Lives Unbalanced" - A Work in Progress (Ebook # 5) - Phyllis P. Colucci (FictionTarot)

"Lives Unbalanced" is a work in progress. It's a novel about human nature, people's lives, love, loss, danger, loneliness  - and the bizarre consequences. (Amazon/Goodreads)

...He said, “I heard enough about Ramona. If that doll comes out of my closet, I’ll shoot her right between the eyes.” Susan whispered to Joe that he’d better keep his voice down because if Ramona heard what he just said, she’d be very upset and that would be a dangerous thing for him. 

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...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Dreams)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Dreams”.

                                                            DREAMS   

            

            As you fall asleep at night, pay attention to the “little writers” in your head who wake up to create the most magical stories for you; stories filled with supernatural powers and never ending possibilities.

            You will be taken on journeys to the most fascinating places, where it rains flowers and snows fairy dust. You will be transported from place to place on the golden wings of smiling angels. There will be music in the air sung by a choir of exotic birds, with wings the colors of the rainbow and beaks as bright as the sun. You will fly across regal blue skies, land on cotton-ball clouds, and enjoy one fabulous view of a fantasy world below.

            Your angels will vividly narrate these divine stories and weave them into breathtaking dreams, as you visit many faraway places enchanted by the little writers in your head. These unique writers will continue to entertain you through their kaleidoscope of words, until the time comes when they must close their eyes and rest. At that moment you will wake up in your own bed, back to your own reality, and ever so grateful to have visited a euphoric world beyond your wildest imagination.

  DREAMS

A kaleidoscope of words

From “little writers” in your head

Who tell enchanting stories

From a world beyond your bed

Where angels lead you

on golden wing

To faraway places

Where exotic birds sing

Where raindrops are flowers

And Snowflakes are fairy dust

Where soft clouds are seat cushions

and sky views - a must

Where fantasy worlds

Exist just below

For only you to see,

To embrace, and to know

Where great stories are woven

into the magic of dreams

where the supernatural lives

and euphoria beams

Where make-believe is real

And imagination runs wild

Illusions grow stronger

Through eyes of a child

Where castles are built

On wide candied streets

And edible trees

Are filled with sweet treats

What a wonderful world

Made word by word

Which serves you great stories

…the silly, the absurd

Exuding with laughter

pure love and joy

Entertaining the adults

Spoiling each girl and boy

Until such time comes

When “little writers” must sleep

As WE wake from our dreams

With fine memories to keep