Monday, June 29, 2020

…On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (God)




            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 “God”.

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            If he comes to you in a dream, will you recognize him? He may not speak to you in words you are familiar with, and you may not hear him utter a single word. However, you will hear him through your eyes and feel him through your heart; and know that upon awakening the next day, you will have been richly blessed. Through the most magical visions and the most vibrant images…through his divine light and strong spirit…you will have found your answers to life’s many abstract questions.

                                                                            GOD

He came to me in a dream,
     and showed me fragments of my life
From birth to adulthood
     I remained in awe on this glorious night
     …He never spoke a word to me
But I listened with my eyes
     For my ears could not hear a sound
          yet my heart doubled in size

We had a conversation on favor and might
     through wordless beauty, to my delight
Just sensations and huge questions
     Emotions with valued answers
Impressions with rich visions
     Lessons with clear images

He was not at all human
     Yet he was handsome and kind
I never saw his face
     But I studied his soul with my fingers 
          as if I was blind

He taught me about life
     He taught me about death
He taught me about compassion
     I learned about love,
     I learned about hate
He conveyed to me
     that it was never too late

I felt the pain of loneliness
     and the madness of anger
…the twinge of sorrow
Yet still - the joys of tomorrow

He guided me to green pastures,
     and an angels’ choir
And there I sat amongst the company of loved ones
    - My heart was full; it was set on fire

It was magical, it was heavenly
     as I reunited with those I had lost
We talked, we smiled – but at what cost?
This was a short-lived blessing
     of what may come to be
Yet I had to leave, but now I see

For then I awakened; I was a bit sad…
     but through a renewed understanding
          I was bitter-sweetly glad

Now I had some answers
     to the most abstract questions
I learned immeasurable lessons
     from the greatest preacher;
          the most powerful, surreal, omnipotent teacher
Yes! God had visited me through a dream
He touched my soul with his spiritual gleam

…He spoke in ways no human could
…He spoke in ways I knew he would

Yes it was him! I recognized his way
    -His divine light had blessed my day
    -His kind spirit opened my eyes
    -His truth be told from “the one” so Wise…




Saturday, June 6, 2020

...Come Meet "Ramona" the Ragdoll ("Lives Unbalanced" on Amazon) by Phyllis P. Colucci (aka FictionTarot)

 

https://www.amazon.com/Phyllis-P.-Colucci/e/B00VMU8B44

http://spillwords.com/author/phyllispcolucci/    

 


 


https://www.amazon.com/Lives-Unbalanced-Phyllis-P-Colucci-ebook/dp/B07LC4ZLJ5

          Good Day...Come! Meet "Ramona" the ragdoll who turns the bizarre into reality and vice versa. FREE on Amazon Sunday June 7, 2020 thru Thursday June 11, 2020. Just CLICK THE LINK ABOVE and take this journey along with Susan and "Ramona". 

                          
                                ("LIVES UNBALANCED") by Phyllis P. Colucci aka FictionTarot

            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 its 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.

A NOTE TO READERS FROM THE AUTHOR:
AN AMAZON RATING AND REVIEW WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED, ONCE YOU HAVE READ THE BOOK.

MEET RAMONA



Monday, June 1, 2020

...on Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Fantasy)


 
 

 

                                                                                                                      
            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 “Fantasy”.

                                                           
                                                                    FANTASY

            “Fantasy” accompanies me on many of life’s journeys. She is my very best friend and trusted companion. She never allows me to walk alone. We share experiences that are only possible through dreams. We find our own utopia through images and hallucinations, which we design through emotion and heart - and we contemplate on what could be.

            We’ve seen the greatest love stories past the shadows of reality. We lived those love stories in a world of imagination. We felt those love stories through our flesh and blood; then we shared the most intimate secrets of those experiences. We’ve listened to the most beautiful melodies from voices of angels. We sang along, and swayed from side to side amongst the choir of the Gods. We flew through the heavens past cotton-ball clouds and landed safely on illuminated rainbows. There we sat for hours, just two close friends – chatting, giggling and sometimes crying about the chaotic world below us. The world we call home. The world we will return to, once again.

            I do cherish spending time and special moments with “Fantasy”, and she loves spending time and special moments with me. Ours is a relationship of unconditional loyalty; one of hope, honesty, peace, joy, comfort, love, respect, and deep desire. There is never any judgement or criticism between us - just warm smiles and total acceptance. I met “Fantasy” one magical day, when I stared into my mirror looking for answers. She stared back at me. I was mesmerized. We looked so much alike. Once our eyes locked, the wondrous journeys began.         

                                                                   
FANTASY

When you’re searching for answers
Look no further than the mirror in your room
“Fantasy” will greet you there
A magical friendship will be in bloom

Your destination - “Utopia”
Emotions running high
Images are boundless
Where logic can’t deny

Past the shadows of reality
You will find your greatest loves
You will hear the voices of the angels
Echoed by gentle turtle doves

You will join the choir of the mighty Gods
Singing melodies in perfect tune
Shouting rhythmic notes of triumph
To the sky, the stars, the moon

You will travel through the heavens
Ducking past cotton clouds of fluff
Sitting on illuminated rainbows
Chatting and giggling about life and stuff

Just you and “Fantasy” arm in arm
A friendship so pure and good
Shared secrets, cherished moments
A loyal bond – Existing as it should

Tears of love, tears of sadness
Journeying home through shadows of reality
Back home to the mirror in your room
To the place you will return quite soon
Where “Fantasy” resides…as she waits for you
Until you meet again, as close friends do!