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...on Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Time)

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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 “Time”.

                                                           

                                                                    TIME

            Time is something we do not have enough of, or we have too much of. Time passes by quickly, or much too slowly. We find ourselves chasing after it just to catch up, or sitting by idly waiting for it to catch up to us. Time is with us every second, every minute and every hour;  from morning until night - even while we dream. It is up to us to utilize time wisely so that we are in sync with life, never missing a moment of happiness or even a moment of grief. We must experience all of life’s pleasures, treasures and perils in order to move forward with time. We never want to be left behind, or too far ahead of time. We must walk through life with time always by our side. Through good times and in bad, time will be there. That is called life and living. The alternative would be death and dying -  the moment when time stops. So keep living, because one day time will no longer be by your side.

                                                                        TIME

Not enough time, too much time

Unaware of its subtle flow

Life happening fast and furious

Or perhaps just way too slow

Out of breath chasing after it

Sitting idly by just waiting for it

Minutes, hours ticking away

Whether at work, whether at play

From early light to darkest night

Watching over us with timeless might

Leading us through dreams

and nightmares

Teasing us with its rhythmic stares

It waits for us, we wait for it

It is our friend, it is our foe

We must embrace it, for it will come and go

…You’ll be left behind while time rushes past us

Or you’ll sit in wait as time moves at a snail’s pace

Good times passing, bad times lingering

So much time, so out of control

We must walk through life with time at our side

Moving narrowly or full and wide

We must travel always hand in hand

Each moment like a grain of sand

The hour glass, our life’s link

Our footsteps always move in sync

We must live each moment

As if it were our last

We must love and protect time

As it moves into our past

We must guard it and admire it

Like a work of art

And be most grateful for the memories

- until death do us part...

...on Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Heart)

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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 “Heart”.

                                                                    HEART

            Did you know your “heart” is an emotional bank? It is not rich in money, but rich in love. You control all of the deposits and withdrawals to your heart. You may incur penalties and humongous fees from many of those deposits and withdrawals, or you may prosper greatly from some great investments. Remember - You control your heart, you are your own account holder, your own wealthy advisor, and the sole beneficiary to your “emotional bank”.  When it comes to matters of the heart, choose wisely in order to ensure a great return on your investments.

HEART

A rich “heart”, a poor “heart”

An emotional bank of love

A strong “heart”, a weak “heart”

Trends climb and fall from above

No monetary claims allowed

Only pure emotions well-endowed

Emotions deposited,

Some withdrawn,

A love bank opened

From dusk ‘til dawn

Through day, through night

Through magical twilight

Huge fees of woe

Investments rise and grow

But you control your vibrant heart

And you select your counterpart

You are the keeper of

your bank

Show emotional smarts

Be strong, be swank

An account holder so proud and true

A wealthy advisor

 Tactful or taboo?

It’s your emotional bank

You’ll know what to do

And the sole beneficiary

Is none other than you

So when it comes to matters

of a loving heart

Stand tall and project your “strong” voice  - - -

  Gain solid returns

    With percentages high

     from investments of a “wise” choice

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

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                              Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Winter)      

 

 

 

 

                                                                                   

            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 “Winter”.

                                                                    WINTER

            Ol’ Man “Winter” loves to visit each year. He is such a frightful man, and enjoys carrying a heavy cane with him. He uses his cane to tap at our windows and bang on our doors, and always manages to get into our homes. He is quite large and wears a huge cape. His face is as grey as his long aging hair and his teeth are as rotten as devil’s decay. The stench he leaves behind with every step will stop you in your tracks. Just keep the home fires burning, your rooms cozy, and appreciate the magic of the white fallen snow outside. Winter is absolutely beautiful, yet Ol’ Man Winter expertly tries to make it ugly. He is smart and he is cunning, but we are just as sharp. So remember that once he gets into your home, flush him out with the happy glow of your fireplace. He will fall to his death from a large window in your home, and remain buried in the new fallen snow. Yes, he will awaken next Winter, but now we know what to do with him!

                                                                        WINTER

Ol’ Man Winter came knocking at my door

With cane in hand - he blew right in

tapping on my floor

His frigid fingers iced my home

The fireplace went out

He left snowy footprints all around

and flung his cape about

The echoes of his violent steps

left everyone in awe

His frightful aura

His violent strut

Shook us to the core

His wretched face and decayed teeth

made for an unwanted guest

With maligned smile and putrid scent

He put us to the test

His grey strands of aging hair

fell about the room

His unspoken words and hissing slurs

were dressed with doom and gloom

We let him trudge step by step

to our bedrooms up above

Unbeknownst to him

we relit the fireplace

and the swelter donned a shove

We smiled with glee

when we heard him leave

through the window in the walkway

Ol’ Man Winter fell to his death

Buried on this “Snow Day”

          Sometimes the seasons approach our lives so fiercely, that we personify them with characters of their own. We greet them, study them, embrace them - then finally learn how to accept them and what, exactly, we need to do with them the next time they stop by!!!

...And the Decorating Begins...(Christmas 2019)

Yes...That time of year again...and the decorating begins...I need to hurry up, because Christmas seems to be chasing us down this year, with Thanksgiving coming later in the month of November...Once it catches up to us - oh well - then the decorating/decorations come down again. It all happens so fast. We can almost miss it if we don't move as fast as time. 

So - happy decorating! Peace, love, joy and good health to everyone - and a Merry Christmas to All!

"Possessed by Christmas" (12 Days of Christmas Series 2019 / Spillwords Press) - POEM

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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL...MAY PEACE, LOVE AND JOY BE YOURS THROUGHOUT THIS HOLIDAY SEASON! xoxo

"Possessed by Christmas"

- by Phyllis P. Colucci
aka "FictionTarot"

Christmas carols, holly bells

     Angels’ breath and blissful spells

Pine cone wreaths and blue spruce trees

     Mistletoe and winter’s freeze

Spirit magic, St. Nick’s smile

     Chestnuts roasting in old-world style

The air is crisp, the snow is white

     Peace in its glory to all’s delight

Heaven whispers from its celestial abode

     Emotions heightened, hearts explode

Love rides in on a rolling cloud

     Skies open wide, stars twinkle proud

People nestled in fur-lined wear

     Strolling arm in arm with enchanted stare

The world possessed by Noel’s magic

     Children beaming, life less tragic

Horse-drawn carriages glide through the park

     Enchanted lovers snuggle after dark

The light of the moon ignites the snow

     Those lovers gleam with the Season’s glow

Morning arrives with sunlit grin

     Strangers suddenly become our kin

Delighted animals frolic about

     The backyard cat purrs with frozen snout

The snow, the ice the great big chill

     Christmas magic – what a thrill !

Deer peek out from behind a tree

     The earth is calm, the world is free

Tranquil moments through Christmas season

     Charmed hope has met with reason

Holiday lights, store windows aglow

     Shoppers bustling; kiddies in tow

Candles flicker in every home

     Snowmen are built, snowballs are thrown

Such wondrous joy has settled in

     Christmas arrives – an ethereal win!

Phyllis P. Colucci (Author Interview Q & A with Spillwords Press at Spillwords.com)

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  Interview Q&A with Phyllis P. Colucci

@FictionTarot

 

 

 We offer our first and exclusive Q&A Interview with Phyllis P. Colucci, a writer whose literary works have been featured on our Spillwords pages as well as being Author of the Month of October 2019.

Interview Q&A with Phyllis P. Colucci, a writer at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Interview Q&A with Phyllis P. Colucci, one of Spillwords Press writers and Author of the Month of October 2019.

Veteran's Day - Thank a Veteran! (November 11, 2019)

          Today is Veteran's Day (November 11, 2019). Don't forget to thank a Veteran. They are special people, doing special things. They are fearless, strong, giving and selfless. They are patriots fighting for a free world - and a free America. While we are home living our lives freely, on a daily basis, and knowing that by the end of each day we can rest happily and safely in the comfort of our own homes and our own beds, these amazing men and women are standing ground, fighting wars, and may never know where they will be sleeping at night. They have given up every comfort that we are allowed to enjoy, as they move forward in their goals of accomplishing special and dangerous missions in the name of Freedom. So be mindful of these wonderful souls, who were/are protecting your life and your freedoms. Just think about them, thank them whenever possible, and let them know that they are never and will never be forgotten.

          So, today, I thank every Veteran (family, friend, and all others), living and deceased, for their service; and a special thank you to that young, handsome gentleman in the photo up above, whom I call Dad. He was a proud brave soldier and trained Medic in the US Army during WWII. When he was laid to rest back in 2003, at the age of 80, he was memorialized at his Funeral with the American Flag draped over his coffin. That was my way of saying good-bye to this special man, special Dad and dedicated soldier. At the least, I had to do this one last thing for him in the name of love.

          Unfortunately, back in 2003, the US military was involved with all the chaos in the Middle East as we still are today. I was advised by the Funeral Director that because of our involvement in the Middle East at the time of Dad's wake/funeral, the United States was short on military personnel and it may be impossible for the military to send people down to give my Dad a proper burial with the military touch (as all deceased military are entitled to and have gotten in the past.) My immediate reaction was one of bitterness, tears and annoyance. I stressed to the Funeral Director that my Dad fought for this country, and he deserved to have a small military presence and service, performed by military personnel, at his funeral and burial. I was very upset when I added, "This is unacceptable!" This is no way to treat a veteran. I wanted my Mom to have the privilege of military personnel present, and performing a small service on the day of Dad's burial. I wanted her to have the opportunity of receiving that wonderful folded American flag in that special way only the military knew how to do. My Dad made sacrifices in fighting for this country, and now it was time for his country to give back to him, my Mom and our family in a small way with this requested gesture. The Funeral Director graciously said, "I'll see what I can do". As it turned out, two young military personnel, in dress uniforms, attended and performed a small ceremony at Dad's coffin, on the day of his funeral. Mom proudly accepted the folded flag from his coffin. I knew Dad was looking down and smiling because I fought for his rights and his freedom on this day.

          So always remember to "thank" a Veteran. They deserve that. Trust me, they all have a story of the good, the bad and the ugliness of war. Their families have suffered greatly when these men and women were taken from them to fight for our freedoms. Some made it back, some didn't. Regardless, they are all special people and must never be forgotten.  xoxoxoxoxo