Saturday, November 29, 2008

Naked Snow Angels

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Snowflakes swirling in the air
snow angels made without a care.
Doing it naked on a double dare
while people stop by to giggle and stare.

Eventually the body goes numb,
I begin to think this challenge was dumb
so now I wish that sun would just come
I'm dreaming of heat, gotta get me some.

I'm tossed a blanket, so fuzzy and warm.
Kindness from strangers, not always the norm.
I feel the heat inside begin to swarm
away goes the blanket as I resume to perform.
©MDO


Special mention to those that provided the blanket of words ~~ Lady "Cheryl" Death, Mrs. K & Karen-Tales.

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Friday, November 28, 2008

Life's Journey


Week 39 Topic: Can I Have a Do Over

bonus points
(hard, 2 points): quote a Comedian
(easy, 1 point): reference an 80s TV sitcom
Final day to post: Dec. 1st, midnight GMT.



The road to success is always under construction
so you can never give in to failure's seduction.
Can I have a do over may be your favorite question
but you learn from your past so use your discretion.

The facts of life are that it is what you make it
you can't hide in plain sight, you have to commit.
Live each day to its fullest cause time passes fast,
make it your mission to have low times surpassed.

Eyes should be wide open no more blind man's bluff
and be willing to change no matter how tough.
Don't hunt and peck for the keys to success
just experience life and try not to digress.
©MDO


Remember the 80's saying "Where's the beef?", well if the writers at
were beef, they'd be Angus beef... they're that good
The first line, "The road to success is always under construction", is a quote from Lily Tomlin.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Fairy Tale Dreams

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Dreaming on the tips of a fairy tale star

wondering why you had to go so far.

You feel my tears drifting down from the sky

so you come for a visit, what a great guy.


Kissing each tear until they're all dry

moments like this are in such short supply.

On this hot and steamy moonlit night

everything just seems so right.


From mango passion to cherries delight

soaring on passion till we lose sight.

This fairy tale love springs to real life

suddenly we feel like husband and wife.


No more pain that cuts like a knife

no longer have feelings of anger and strife.

We blow out the last star and all goes dark

tomorrow it's a new life that we will embark.

©MDO

My fellow fairy tale sprites ~~ LadySeda, Wizard of Awwwwws, Katie, Lady "Cheryl" Death, Expressions, Margie & Spirit Wild.


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Friday, November 21, 2008

Daily Masquerade


Week 38 Topic: Need not apply

bonus points
(hard, 2 points): include breaking a mirror
(easy, 1 point): mention an opera

Final day to post: Nov. 24th, midnight GMT.


Looking at the image staring back at me
behind this smile lies pain that others just can't see.
If eyes are truly the window to a person's soul
the eyelids are the blinds and hiding is their goal.

The mirror has its way of pointing out your flaws
using everything you hold inside against you just because.
If and when you realize it's not so cut and dry
you break the mirror's hold on you and kiss the view goodbye.

With the image shattered you go about your day
joining in life's masquerade watching people play.
The immortal hour creeps up on you faster than you know
and in these times, if you do sleep, those images just flow.

No shrink can really help you so they need not apply
your issues are your issues and that you can't deny.
A wash and rinse won't rid you of what dwells within
only you can cure what ails you once you're ready to begin.
©MDO

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The Immortal Hour is the most famous opera by English composer Rutland Boughton. Boughton adapted his own libretto from the works of Fiona MacLeod, a pseudonym of writer William Sharp.

The Immortal Hour is a fairy tale or fairy opera, with a mood and theme similar to Dvořák's Rusalka and Mozart's The Magic Flute. Magic and nature spirits play important roles in the storyline. The Faery people are not mischievous, childlike sprites, but are proud and powerful: immortal demigods who are feared by mortals and who can (and do) interfere with the lives of men and women. The story of Eochaidh is typical of myths (like that of Icarus) where humans seek the divine and are destroyed by it. Alternatively, the progression of Etain into the mortal realm and her pursuit and redemption by Midir has similarities with the legend of Orpheus and Eurydice.


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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Remember With A Smile

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Always kept emotions cloaked
expect for anger when provoked.

Silent, stoic, laid back and calm
yet haunted by the ghosts of Nam.

Wiser than all of us kids knew,
we learned a lot about life from you.

We joked that you had the gift of sight,
we couldn't hide anything try as we might.

Sarcastic humor is what you did best
we got that from you and for that we are blessed.

There were good times and there were bad
but we always remember you with a smile dad.
©MDO

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Galactic Fantasy

Week 37 Topic: There is a Faster Way
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): incorporate a poem you wrote
(easy, 1 point): mention an embarrassing habit you personally have

Final day to post: Nov. 17th, midnight GMT.



Starlight, star bright

catch a falling star in flight.

While I gaze into the night,

the shinning stars seem to ignite.


I was star struck by a rock star

from a galaxy afar.

He flashed a smile and gave me a wink

I have to admit, I was blushing pink.


Moon Zappa is my rocker's name

but he's not the one of the earthly fame.

No relation to Dweezil or Soleil Moon Frye.

He's a Milky Way Zappa, the pride of the sky.


I could wait to watch him play

but there is a faster way

to see him rock that bass guitar

before he becomes a fading star.


It's on a shooting star I'll travel

with no worries about any space gravel.

I'll shoot right past the big moon rock

and to the galaxy of stars I'll flock.


While others wish upon a star

I'll be moshing with them, how bizarre.
Our love will come on like a cyclone

and he'll propose with a rare moonstone.


I'll be so nervous that I'll just laugh,

it's an embarrassing habit on my behalf,

but he'll see past it and we'll be engaged

preparing a wedding that won't be upstaged.
©MDO



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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Recasting My Heart

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Mourn a love once lost
but never close yourself down.
Cast your heart out
don't worry it won't drown.

The heart is repairable
when you allow it to mend.
If you put yourself out there
you may just find a new friend.
©MDO

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Inner Crazy

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Things go in and spin around
sometimes making my head pound.
Necessary info can't be found
because it ends up in a big mound.

The inner files are a big mess.
I hate to file I must confess.
When info is needed I just guess
and jump in the piles like leaves at recess.

I figured my inner voice could assist
so I quickly thought up a task list
but the inner voice just booed and hissed
and when I threatened showed me its fist.

Nowhere fast, that's where I got,
left in this discombobulated spot.
My inner voice didn't give a squat,
so it devised its own devious plot.

Now a days my memory is hazy
my inner voice has just driven me crazy.
It's either that or I'm just plain lazy.
Damn inner voice, should be writing for Scorsese!
©MDO

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Open to Love

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What's locked up

in that head of yours?

Let me through

to your secret doors.

I'll walk through

and I won't look back.

Let me know

when so I can pack.


Does it lead

to your heart and soul?

Finding love

is the long term goal.

Can you share

your hopes and your dreams?

Do you hear

how my heart just screams?

My love grows

stronger everyday.

If you leave

I'll still find my way.


Choice is yours,

it's left up to you.

Keep in mind

That my love is true.

©MDO

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Invisible

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My screams must be silent,
cuz no one seems to hear them.

Yet my throat is raw and my voice
is hoarse so it's not for lack of trying.

My tears must be clear,
cuz no one seems to see them.

But my eyes are red and my cheeks sting
from the salty trails they leave behind.

My pain must be hidden,
cuz no one seems to feel it.

They stare right through me as they walk by,
like I don't exist among the living.

My soul is reaching out for help
and no one is answering the call.

The pain just continues to fester
but I won't let it take away hope.

One day my path will cross
with the one person who will see me.

They will hear the screams, see the tears
and not only feel my pain but help me through it.

©MDO


Monday, November 3, 2008

Dr. Mel


Week 36 Topic: Tell Me Your Story
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): use the word precocious
(easy, 1 point): mention a roller coaster
Final day to post: Nov. 10th, midnight GMT.


I'm not exactly sure what it is but there is something about me that says "Tell me your story" to those that I know and even to those that I don't know sometimes. I am the shy and quiet type so maybe it's the fact that I don't talk much that makes people think I'd be a good listener. I often joke that I'm in the wrong line of business.



I'm not sure how those in the field deal with it all cause it can be quite the emotional roller coaster. I am all for being a people observer but I tend to avoid chaos and drama whenever possible, unless it is of the television show variety that is. Lord knows I got enough of that in my family while growing up but I guess it allowed for me to be sort of a precocious child. As an adult I'm laid back, open minded, I try very hard not to be judge mental and I'm usually trying to be the peace keeper in a group. I much rather everyone gets along, life is just too short for people to fight and argue and it just makes me uncomfortable. It's also a waste for people to judge others for the choices they make in life because who ever really knows that they wouldn't make the same, if not worse, decisions when put in the same positions. Yeah, maybe it's because I keep all that in mind on a daily basis that I seem to have a year round pass to the emotional roller coaster of life.


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The problem sometimes becomes that I go from being a listener to trying to be a problem solver for those that are really close to me. For the most part I try not to do that because I figure most people really just want someone to listen. Regardless it becomes a little stressful and then I just want to hop off the ride and hide out for a while. It would be great if I could just get my wanna be hypnotist on and say "Look into my eyes" and that would be that, problem solved... but I don't really want to be a hypnotist LOL!

The weird thing is that I don't really talk to anyone about my own issues. It's like I'm experiencing technical difficulties when it comes to sharing. Sometimes I just feel like my issues kind of petty compared to other people's problems. Instead I use other venues to get through it; like writing, watching Tv, listening to music, going to movies or being entranced by the internet (to which I sometimes need to say "step away from the computer!"). I can get a little stir crazy at times but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger… or strangerJ

I have to admit that it has provided me with insight in life. I've come to realize that life and poeple are not black and white, there are all sorts of shades of grey and the shade just depends on the person. No one view is the only view, you can learn a little something from all views whether you yourself agree with it or not. I could go on and on with lessons learned but I'll just say that it all makes me appreciate life for what it is and helps me focus on the positive rather than the negative. It makes a big difference in your emotional state let me tell ya... that and laughter, you can never have too much laughter in life!





Technicolor Dreams

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The day's events fresh in my mind

while I sleep, to my dreams I am blind.

Blind in memory but not in sight

for when my eyes open, things are bright.

I must not have nightmares in my sleep

since dark images are not what I keep.

It could be in Technicolor that I dream

because swirls of color are what I gleam.


Pink and yellow, orange and green

twirling and forming shapes never seen.


Just quick flashes appear in my view

during those moments things seem askew.

In those moments its happiness I feel,

sleeping takes on a whole new appeal.

I think of my happy childhood days,

running in the sun, soaking in the rays.


Always with huge swirly suckers in hand,

thinking they were my key to Neverland.

The time goes fast and the colors fade,

real life quickly begins to invade.


This I accept so I can move on

living my day before it is gone.


The path to dreamland is always inviting

as long as the Sandman keeps up the lighting.

©MDO

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Zombie Love

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Fire crackling nice and warm
as kindling ashes begin to swarm.
Wearing nothing but a lacy thong
I dance around to Bang the Gong.

The time is now; I can feel it in the air,
to make you mine with a strand of your hair.
I've loved a zombie for far too long
this human making potion can't go wrong.

Captured by a spell that you wove so well
I was in your grasp and traveled straight to hell.
Your desire to stay was much too strong
but I just knew that I didn't belong.

The demons of hell were after my soul
and I wasn't ready to give up control.
Singing "wippy kai ehhh" and ringing a bell
I was ejected from the depths of hell.

With fairy dust and the feather of a quail
my potion will be ready and it can not fail.
On your next visit you'll sit in this chair
you'll drink the potion and your love you'll declare.

After you drink you'll think I'm really cute
I'll pretend not to care as you're in pursuit.
In a blink of an eye you'll begin to transform
then here with me you'll stay as you reform.
©MDO

Special thanks to my fellow potion makers; Lady "Cheryl" Death, Lady Oregon, Insatiable Jewel, maryclara, max, the falcon, Colleen, LadySeda & sheila A.

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