NanoPoblano 2016 – Day Twelve – Storm Brewing

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NanoPoblano  2016 – Day Twelve – Storm Brewing

#NaBloPoMo – Day Twelve of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge

also for Photo Fiction #63 – Can you tell a story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.

Storm Brewing

It was one of those days when you wonder what the day holds.

The weather was stirring up a storm, the wind was thrashing the old building from every direction.

I turn over in my bed thinking it would be a good day to stay in bed, but I had to go to work.

I had been watching the sky through the rattling window when I saw an unusual shape in the sky moving very fast towards the building, wondering what it was, there was a loud noise, I froze, in that minute it hit the building with an almighty thump sent me flying across the room.

I don’t really know what happen after that as I roused in the corner of the room covered with sand, half opening my eyes painfully, viewing what was in front of me, sand piled all around me doors were open and the sand had slivered into all the rooms, doors were open I could see a clearing in the distance, that looked like the passage from the floor above, what was going on?

Then I heard the alarm, was someone coming to help me get out of all this mess, afraid to move in case I fell further into the deep sand,  but the alarm didn’t stop no one was coming, wiping my eyes again and looking up, I was looking at my bedroom roof, it was my alarm clock going off, what a nightmare, so glad it wasn’t actually happening, there was no sand around me, must have fallen asleep while waiting for the alarm to go off. Oh! that dream felt so true.

NanoPoblano 2016 – Day Nine – Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 18 – Beauty & Seasons

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NanoPoblano  2016 – Day Nine – Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 18 – Beauty & Seasons

#NaBloPoMo – Day nine of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.

Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 18 – Beauty & Seasons

#NaBloPoMo – I’m taking part in the National Blog Posting Month in November – these Tanka Challenges will be part of some of my posts.

Simple Guidelines.

Take the two words “beauty & seasons” and write a Tanka Poem.

English tanka poetry consists of five units, usually with the following pattern of    5-7-5-7-7 which is syllables.

What is a syllable?

  1. a unit of pronunciation having one vowel sound, with or without surrounding consonants, forming the whole or a part of a word; for example, there are two syllables in water and three in inferno.
  2. You can use the picture above or your own or no picture at all.

Copy and paste the link of your finished Tanka to the comments below, I will acknowledge them the following week also share on Social Networks.

My Tanka Poem

seasons never die

there is beauty everywhere

even in winter

open your heart let it flow

it is in the viewers eyes

Bloggers that entered “Weekly Tanka Challenge – Week 17 –  “Chapel & Autumn”. Thank you.

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/neelwritespoemtanka15autumnchapel02112016/

https://swritings.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/tanka-challenge-solace/

https://jacforsyth.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-17-chapel-autumn/

https://helenevaillant.com/2016/11/03/tanka-chapelautumn/

https://gregwolford.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/chapel-and-autumn-tanka/

https://stuttersteppingheart.wordpress.com/2016/11/06/autumn-chapel/

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NanoPoblano 2016 – Day Eight – Quote from – Marianne Williamson

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NanoPoblano  2016 – Day Eight – Quote from Marianne Williamson

#NaBloPoMo – Day Eight of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.

I wrote a Tanka poem at seven am this morning for “November notes” so I have been writing.

I haven’t had the chance to write for “NanoPoblano” today, had an appointment with the lawyer, traveled some 100 km’s, after returning I didn’t feel like writing so I look up a verse that appealed to me it’s from Marianne Williamson, I think is beautiful hope you like it also.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frighten us.

We ask ourselves: Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.

You are playing small doesn’t serve the world.

There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us; it’s for everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Marianne Williamson

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NanoPoblano​ 2016 – Day Seven – Life Seventy Years Ago

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NanoPoblano  2016 – Day Seven – Life Seventy Years Ago

#NaBloPoMo – Day Seven  of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.

Today I’m writing a story by a photo again as I’m still struggling to come up with something interesting for my readers. I’m writing from my memories as a child living in a tin shack under the mountain.

The winter months were the hardest living right by Mount Egmont/Taranaki reserve, snow would fall for days sometimes, everything would be covered with snow, water pipelines no longer worked as they were frozen up,they would be frozen for days.

No washing was done in the copper as we couldn’t get enough frozen ice water into the bowl, so it could be lit up to heat the water, so washing was being done by hand by melting ice in a pot on the coal range which was being kept going by the dry wood in the shed which had been saved in the summer months.

I often wonder how my mother managed in those days with five children and cloth nappies to wash and dry.

There were no such things as fridges in those days, there were outside safes which were always on the south side of the house, where the sun never shone to keep the meat and milk as cool as possible.

Have you ever wondered why there were outhouses (called long drops)?

There were no such things as flushing toilets I remembered hating it in the semi dark before we went to bed walking down the long path to the outside loo, the smell would make me feel quiet sick, no spray in those days other than the smell of Jeyes fluid it was everywhere in those days as it sterilized the place especially the seat which you couldn’t avoid sitting on and as for toilet paper, we used newspaper, who thinks they are hard done-by these days?

What I think was even worse was using the china potty if you need to go through the night, we had one in every bedroom, I can still see my mother collecting them everyday and empty them some where outside not sure where and wasn’t very interested to know anyhow.

When the snow had melted enough we would go outside and play dressed in warm homemade sweaters and longs, but one thing I remember was those hand knitted gloves, playing in the icy snow, those wet gloves would stick to our fingers, sometimes we ended up having very frost bitten fingers so sore we couldn’t put them near the fire to warm up because they were too painful. We soon learnt not to get our glove wet when play in the snow.

Well thats a little about “what everybody calls the good old days”, I would love you to comment about those days, see what other memories we can come up with.

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NanoPoblano 2016 – Day Six – Feeling lost Today

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#NaBloPoMo – Day six of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.

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I have been so on top of everything for a few months now, writing a post every day, plus keeping up with a busy life with shifting, having the farm on the market, which wasn’t sold, it is now being leased.

I think the hardest part was selling the animals, getting them off to the market, now we don’t own any animals. That was very tuff on the body, like losing your best friend.

Now I have the feeling of being completely burnt out, it is taking all of me to keep writing, but I must do it for peace of mind and body.

I have been browsing the internet looking for a nice photo to post for this very hard to write a post, my mind and thoughts are blocked, so hopefully I can continue writing a piece of rubbish using this photo as a prompt.

Was there a Murder?

Walking along the path of a particularly thickly clad bush lane where there seemed to be no life, the birds were non-existent, wondering how the sun managed to sneak through those tall trees, as I rounded the corner with my mind completely lost in thought, I took no notice of what looked like someone walking along the track, not keeping very alert I kept walking, then all of a sudden there was a piercing scream which woke me up from my dream.

I noticed a bench in front of me, my first move was panic my mind froze, I didn’t know what was going on, but for sure it wasn’t a place for an old lady to be taking a walk, not looking to see where the scream came from, I turned around and start running back in the direction I had come from, knowing I had entered this track from the clearing, I made it without mishap.

Being rather shaken I keep walking back to my shack where my friend was sitting by the door reading a book, I told her about the scream, she said best to forget it and not go back there as we were leaving the next morning, hoping whatever that scream was that someone else had sorted it out as it wasn’t a place for me to be.

That night I had a nightmare – Those tall trees were sheltering monsters and they were all jumping down in front of me and dancing around shouting traitor, traitor, and poking at my face with their spidery fingers, now I knew why there was no life in that forest who would want to live there, was a thought, but what was I going to do to escape this, one grabbed my hand I screamed, next thing I knew, my friend was holding me in her arms trying to comfort me.

Finally, I settled down and managed a few more hours of sleep.

Next morning we were out of that place very early, I read in the paper that there had been a death on that walkway, I still don’t know if it was accidental or a murder, but I’m sure the coroner will find out, but I never read or heard what the result was.

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#NaBloPoMo – Day Five – Growing Older – Keeping Active

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#NaBloPoMo – Day Five – Growing Older – Keeping Active

Day Five of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.

When do you know you are old?

Well for me it was this morning when my husband showed me a death notice of one of my first cousins.

She had passed away at the age of 90, when I read her age that was my first feeling of being old as I used to play with her as a child.

Later I thought about this death and realize of all my first cousins (I had many), I could count the ones still alive on my fingers, then I had another panic attack, that’s when it hit home to me, I was old in age, maybe not in the mind and body.

So what’s the secret to a long life?

Well, I suppose it is just keep breathing, what else can I say, well if we were not breathing we would not be reading this.

So I would go with this Quote for today

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. Emily Dickinson

So I will go on like the picture at the top is telling us, multitasking, writing for my blog, reading and commenting on all my follower websites, plus running a home for my family and never give age another thought.

Here’s something to think about if you can get your mind around it.

There was an important job to be done, everybody was sure somebody would do it, but nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was everybody’s job, anybody could have done it, but nobody realized that everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that everybody blamed somebody when actually nobody asked anybody.

Blessings to all my readers may you have a wonderful weekend.

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#NaBloPoMo – Day Four – Taranaki New Zealand

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#NaBloPoMo – Day Four – Taranaki New Zealand

Day Four of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.

Taranaki has been named by Lonely Planet as the second best region in the world to travel in 2017

A little about Taranaki New Zealand – My hometown.

Taranaki has a population of 116,600 as of Statistics New Zealand’s June 2016

Taranaki Icon for me is Mount Egmont/Taranaki a very beautiful mountain, that soars from the heart of Taranaki in the North Island.

With 208 km’s of walkway tracks, you can pick a short or long stroll of 30 – 90 mins strolling through groves of twisted and stunted Kamahi trees, and enjoy the bird life of tuis, bellbirds, fantails with the sounds of tumbling waterfalls and glistening rivers.

Then there are the pleasant strolls on well-formed tracks for the serious tramper, which winds down through the unique mountain bush for about 2 and 1/2 hours to re-emerge on to Egmont Road with breathtaking views, of the lush forest of rimu, rata, kama hi, and mountain totaras.

On a clear day, you can see Mount Ruapehu with Mount Tongariro and Mount Ngauruhoe glowing white with snow clad slopes in the east of the center of the North Island.

The magnificent view of Mount Egmont / Taranaki, height 2510 meters, the peak can be seen from several spots along the walks, with the waterfalls mixing into the streams of pure clean water, so breathtaking, the views like no other in the world, (to me anyhow).

To be treasured and enjoyed.

The photo at the top is across New Plymouth to Mt Taranaki in the background which is only a thirty-minute drive from the sea to the mountain.

There are many places in Taranaki of beauty as NaBloPoMo continues in November I will write about them.

Here are Lonely Planet’s Top Ten Regions

1. Choquequirao, Peru

2. Taranaki New Zealand

3.The Azores, Portugal

4. North Wales UK

5. South Australia

6. Aysen, Chile

7. The Tuamotus, French Polynesia

8. Coastal Georgia, USA

9. Perak, Malaysia

10. The Skellig Ring, Ireland

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#NaBloPoMo – Day Two – Creepy Halloween Garden Party

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Creepy Halloween Garden Party

Everything was set up, the lanterns and candles were going making the trees glow, all waiting in anticipation, of the coming invasion of bodies dressed in costumes, the bats, and creepy crawlies are waiting to caress and charm the first body that came within reach, or leans against their trunk.

In the semi darkness you can see the creepy cloth all moving in the gentle breeze, the bats are grinning showing their teeth wondering which body to aim for first.

The spooky skeleton bones are shaking and ready to make the first move, as shadows appear around the corner.

To one side of the garden a special restrooms have been set up, to save entering the house where children would be sleeping over, under the supervision of a caregiver, so the parents could enjoy that wonderful creepy garden party altogether, without fear of their children suffering the frights of all the haunting scary ghostly creatures, and activities frightening the children to death.

The restroom has it’s Skeleton Restroom Door Cover in the front, and the toilet seat has it’s special cover on, hopefully no one will be afraid to use it, if so there’s always indoors, where anyone too scared to enter can make an excuse that they need to check and make sure the children are okay and use the indoor toilet, but maybe they are not all clear of those spooks either.

The music, which will be playing hauntingly softly in the gentle breeze around the garden with the frightfully essential Halloween sounds, such as howling wolves, moaning ghosts, snarling monsters, screaming victims, spiders webs, and other creepy things, who’s to know what’s hanging around the next corner waiting.

The marquee is set with all the haunt props gently swinging, and making groaning noises as the masked guests walk past with their glasses of bloody mary, eating those ghoulish goodies set around the seating, amongst the graveyard and tombstones that have set up amongst the flickering candle sets that run on long-lasting batteries, and creepy black cloth, with hanging bats and collection of spooky skeleton bones, spread across the haunted house graveyard, ghosts, hanging in dark corners waiting to slither past the next shadow that enters the marquee, with that smell creeping through the garden, what is it the smell of death, is it coming from those skeleton bones.

Then that blood-curdling scream, all is quiet. What was that?

Well, that’s real scary fun I wonder what’s around the corner?

Maybe you will have to wait until next years Halloween for the story to continue.

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Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 17 – Chapel & Autumn

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Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 17 – Chapel & Autumn

#NaBloPoMo – I’m taking part in the National Blog Posting Month in November – these Tanka Challenges will be part of some of my posts.

Simple Guidelines.

Take the two words “chapel & autumn” and write a Tanka Poem.

English tanka poetry consists of five units, usually with the following pattern of    5-7-5-7-7 which is syllables.

What is a syllable?

  1. a unit of pronunciation having one vowel sound, with or without surrounding consonants, forming the whole or a part of a word; for example, there are two syllables in water and three in inferno.
  2. You can use the picture above or your own or no picture at all.

Copy and paste the link of your finished Tanka to the comments below.

My Tanka Poem

a little chapel

hiding in autumn woodlands

brings on a vision

makes you think of carefree days

when nothing really mattered

Bloggers that entered “Weekly Tanka Challenge – Week 16 –  “decorations & pumpkins”. Thank you.

Magarisa

Shellie

S.Writings

Helene Vaillant

Wee Ditty

Jac Forsyth

Sammi Cox