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

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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 “Circle”.        

               There are many Circles to our lives. Each one unique in its own right. Some we possess, some we dream about, some we yearn for, some we love, some we dislike. Regardless, we must embrace each circle that comes our way, since we cannot stop them, as they go on forever. Protect your circles, keep them whole, try not to break them - and allow no one from the outside to enter your life and break your circles.Yes, Circles can be broken by outside forces; yet they were never meant to be broken. When you find your circles throughout your life -love them, nurture them, respect them; because they were meant to go on forever. They were meant to be a part of you. A circle is never ending, and is a gift of life. If we can surround ourselves with many circles, we will be blessed for eternity. Our circles are part of who we are as individuals - Combined, they define the "human spirit".      

                                                              

 CIRCLE            

 

The endless Circle of Life

  ‘Twas meant to go on forever

Within that huge grand Circle

  Are many rings; quite clever

 

                 

                                                                  

There is the Circle of Love

  The Circle of Truth

The Circle of Friendship

  The Circle of Youth

There is the Band of Gold;

  The Wedding Ring

There is the Circle of Old;

  Where Wise Men sing

There is the Ring of Fire

  ‘Round the Circle of Time

Where hearts come to life

  Some sad, some sublime

 

It all comes ‘round like the Carousel

  Where secrets rise and secrets dwell

There is the Circle of Evil

  And the Circle of God

Where Heaven is even

  And Hell is quite odd

 

The Circle of Children teaches of innocence

  Adults strive to spread its peace and benevolence

Cherish your Circles

  The good and the bad

For life promises nothing

  Except “Happy” and “Sad”

 

We all have our Circles

  As different as they are

Embrace each one of them

  Hold them close, never far

They will bring you comfort

  They will bring you joy

Even dark Circles

  are meant to enjoy

It’s all about the journey -

  Engage, don’t be coy

 

From the day we are born

  Until the end of our time

One Circle after another

  All perfect, all divine

 

 

 

"DARK SHADOWS" (From Brooklyn to Collinwood - 1966)

 

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"DARK SHADOWS" (From Brooklyn to Collinwood  - 1966)

(Written by: Phyllis P. Colucci aka “Fictiontarot”)

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School was out in Brooklyn, New York

The same hour each and every day

It was time to get over to Collinwood

We must surely find a way

Do we travel there by foot, by bus, by train

- Perhaps by carriage, may I say?

– Or simply watching from our living rooms

in front of television sets, would be okay

Only black and white in that early time

Soon color enhanced the journey – ‘Twas so sublime!

 

Must be there by 3:30 pm my friends…C’mon, Let’s go!

Must travel from our mundane lives

Into the world of the Original “Dark Shadows” of 1966, you know!

…Yes! Although we felt as if we were looking

into that room of “parallel time”,

which happened in the East Wing,

we knew it was soon to surely become yours, ours and mine

We could see and hear “them”, with ne’er a chance to touch

We were elated to be a part of it all, so very, very much

 

So we watched, we stared, we wondered, we cared…

We smiled to know “they” would always be there…

We saw Barnabas, Quentin, Dr. Hoffman, Angelique

Liz, Roger, Maggie, Carolyn … and so many others we seek

There was Barnabas’ bite, and Quentin’s theme –

So truly romantic and sensual it seemed

Dr. Hoffman, the Queen of facial expressions

Angelique – who carried out Curses and Spells sessions

Her beauty, her brains and her sinister smile

Cunning enough to deceive and beguile

 

…All the rest, unique in their own right

…All the rest, surely there to delight

All strutting past us, living their lives,

transcending time, while the old clock chimes

Then back to the present as we watched in awe

Mystery, mayhem, treats galore

Hauntings and séances evermore

 

With glee we welcomed this meet and greet

So very palatable, so very sweet

The Vampire! The Werewolf! We wanted more!

The Witch! The Ghosts! We did adore

We cherished each rendezvous with the occult

From human to zombie – the final result

…and those unaware; untouched by a “curse”

- for a short time only - as their fates may turn worse

 

We tried to wave at them and say hello

They seemed standoffish – but they didn’t know

How we’d gone unnoticed – Our tale of woe

Yet, we made our way to Collinwood

Faithfully, each and every day

Somehow they had to know we were there

We gazed in hopes they’d become aware

 

No need for an invitation

Or a curse to place us in their space

We wanted to stay; it was now our choice

And it soon became our place

So by the televisions in our living rooms

Our bright eyes and happy hearts, as well

We lived in Collinwood, under our own devoted spell

 

When “they” realized we were watching

They returned the affection tenfold

We were forever joined in this strange marriage

Oh Yes! To always have and to always hold

…So we slipped away for just a while

And made that daily “great escape”

Where we laughed, we cried; we happily sighed

With all of our mouths running agape!

 

Until the journey was over and done

Tomorrow, perhaps, a new day of fun

But we were back in our own “Brooklyn” world

Doing the talk and doing the walk

Amongst scattered school books, pencils and chalk

Yes! Collinwood was our second home

Our home away from home

In the world of lovely “Dark Shadows”

…where even today, so many years later,

It all very much matters…

 

From generation to generation

We take this journey e’er so gladly

To Collinwood…Yes, to Collinwood

We embrace its essence, so madly

With our children and grandchildren all at our side

We share this story – this journey – with pride

Call it an obsession, or maybe possession???

Call it what you may

I call it magic from a time that once was

A time that will ne’er fade away…