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

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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 “Wings”.

 

                                                                    WINGS

            We all have a pair of wings at our disposal. Whether we choose to use those wings to soar towards something wonderful, to fly away from something ugly, or to lift ourselves or someone else up in order to move on - the desire and opportunity will always be there. Welcome those wings, acknowledge those wings, embrace those wings - and spread those wings and fly.

      

             WINGS

Spread your wings so broad and proud

     Fly high in the sky,

          flap them often

               flap them loud

 

Allow them to carry you far and wide

     To the depths of glory; to the house of pride

Soar quickly when the burdens are near

     As a bird in flight with ne’er a fear

 

Dip down to the ground,

     to the ones in need

Lift them up with precision,

     with power and speed

 

Guide them to a place of peace

     Where you’ve flown so many a time

Where they may rest, for a moment or two

     Until strong enough to shine

 

Hide them well from the woes of life;

     from the double-edged pain

          that cuts like a knife

May they seek refuge,

      within the shadows of your wings

Led by blissful gliding

     where their heart and soul sings

 

When the time has come to set them free

     Let them go with calm, and soar with glee

Now be on your way; fly high and proud

     Spread those regal wings

          flap them e’er so loud!

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

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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 “Hell”.

                                                           

                                   "HELL" - Written by Phyllis P. Colucci aka "FictionTarot"

                                                                         HELL

            What is hell? Is it a person, is it a place or is it a thing? Is it all three happening at the same time, or is it possibly just your state of mind? Hell can be the most evil, hateful and vicious PERSON you can ever encounter; hell can be that PLACE where you will burn for eternity, as promised by your religious upbringing, if you are “bad”; or hell can just be that THING that hovers over you like a dark cloud, on a daily basis, to simply remind you of the bad and the ugly. …Well, wake up! Hell is a nightmare created in your own psyche. Hell exists in your own mind. It is only there that you will burn for eternity. Hell is a choice. It’s your choice. Now shout it out! Say it! “Get the ‘HELL’ out of here!” Say it again! You see, if you say it loud enough and you actually mean it - IT will go away. Watch it dissipate before your eyes, while you walk back into your life as the warrior that you are. Then go find that PERSON, PLACE or THING that makes you the happiest. Your STATE OF MIND will be waiting patiently there for you.

HELL

Vicious, evil, hateful, cold

A malignant, sinful, virulent mold

Hell is the fire in your soul

that burns from within

It’s raw; it’s bold

Hell is the PERSON who lurks about

Who shatters your heart and casts all doubt

Hell is the PLACE which tears you apart;

Limb from limb; an injured start

It’s the THING that torments you

night and day

It’s your STATE OF MIND

as you lose your way

Hell is a demon and your worst nightmare

It controls your mind as you lay unaware

Hell performs the devil’s work,

and acts with no remorse

It takes you down a frightful path –

An eerie Shaitan’s course

Hell’s venom runs throughout your veins

It marks your soul with lethal stains

There’s nowhere to run; There’s nowhere to hide

Hell is cunning, vulgar; and filled with pride

You are powerless over this entity

When all you need do is to set “Hell” free

Wake up! Be quick! Open your eyes!

Turn away from Hell’s stare

and its nefarious lies

Hell is a choice you don’t have to make

Be the warrior that you are

Choose well – you’re awake!

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

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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 “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…

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                                ("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

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

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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 “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!

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

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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 “Diamonds”.

                                                           

                                                                    DIAMONDS

            People are like diamonds; eventually all cut to perfection. Some shine brilliantly, others glow softly. We come in various shapes, sizes and colors - all worth our weight in precious gems and gold. We are so individually intricate and unique in every way. Some of us are nearly perfect, some mediocre, while others still a work in progress. It is true we may be measured by our beauty, yet we are each adored greatly as one of the many jewels in the world’s multifaceted population. Once we take our rightful place in society, we then strive to become that perfectly-graded Diamond.

  DIAMONDS

Cut, clarity, color and carat

Multifaceted

Light of the Gods

Naturally Brilliant

Reflective of excellence

Sparkling glory

Blue or icy white

Matchless rarity

Worth its weight in treasure

A rare Gem of nature

Or a Diamond in the rough

Like the peoples of the world

Each cut to its worth

Poor, Middle or Rich Class

Simply measured by quantity

Greatly cherished by quality