This 24


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Valerie Cullers

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I have a friend who went through a pretty rough decade. She lost a son by suicide, her husband after twenty-five years and her godly father passed. I remember calling her when her father was failing and I asked her how she was doing. She said she was hanging on. Then she said two words that have stuck with me…this 24. She explained to me that she only had to live this 24 hours. She held on to her faith through everything she was going through one day at a time. When she was deep in the valleys, she held on to God’s hand moment by moment, hour by hour and day by day.

I took her advice to heart. When I walked through valleys, I reminded myself of her words…this 24. I then tried to push back the angst about tomorrow and…

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Falling Star


Burning 
brightly

Resplendent and 
beautiful  

Wings spread 

Flying 
among the celestial   

Caught up 
in a world 

Too fast

Quickly falling 
from grace  
from the heavens 

In a rush 
to grow 
to experience

This falling Star

Flaming briefly 
only to die out 

Extinguished 
all too soon

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

 

Kiss… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie


Please enjoy this Beautiful piece of poetry  ❤

Kiss My final chapter here at last Alas, I am no longer, I have passed. Let me tell you, the stories from above Are quite true. If you stick a pin in It will go right through My body left below you see No longer any use to me. I am […]

via Kiss… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie

A Long Time Dead – #OctPoWriMo


Bring me to the light.

I wish to bask in its warmth.

Darkness is much too cold.

Rejoice in life.

Savor the earth, the sky.

Awakening to the

joy of this world.

A miracle.

No promise of tomorrow

and we are

a long time dead.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

  This is part of a 31 day challenge.  October is Poetry Writing Month.  I’m gonna try for the 31 poems in 31 days.  We will see.  You can find out all about the challenge HERE.  Have fun! 🙂

I must give credit here to Michael for the inspiration for this poem.  The words “a long time dead” came from him and I knew I just had to do something with them.  Be sure to visit Michael’s blog.  You never know what you might find. 🙂

Thank you, Paul Lenzi… RIP dear friend — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos


My time on WordPress has been sporadic lately and I went looking for Paul’s blog because I had not seen him in a while. I just found out about his passing today. So incredibly sad and such a huge loss to all he came into contact with.  Paul was always very kind and supportive of me.  His poetry was unconventional, often thought-provoking and often quite moving.  He was an incredible talent.  His passing has affected me more deeply than I thought possible, considering the fact that he was someone I had never met in person.  He will be greatly missed.  

For all who have not heard, the poetry community lost an incredible man yesterday. His son writes, “It is with deep regret that I have to announce the sudden passing of my father Paul Lenzi. He was the cornerstone of our family and will be missed dearly. He began this blog as an a creative […]

via Thank you, Paul Lenzi… RIP dear friend — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

Companion


It was true.  She was still here.

There was a small woman seated on the ground.  Her shoulders slumped, and her head was bowed.  Her hair hung limply in her face.  She rocked slowly back and forth.  She was a thin shadow of the robust beauty she once was.  The grass where she sat was wet from the early morning dew.  If she noticed, she gave no indication.  She hummed softly as she rocked.  She had one outstretched hand placed gently on the mound of bare earth in front of her.  I tried to place the tune she hummed but couldn’t.  A lullaby perhaps.

Her rocking stopped as I came closer, so did her humming.

The air was still and heavy around me and a chill ran through me as she turned.  This was a face almost unrecognizable.  Her once sparkling blue eyes had turned a dull grey.  They were the color of today’s gloomy sky.  Replacing the vibrant woman of my childhood was now something else.

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#Writephoto – Tower


They say she waited forever.  From the top of the tower you can see the entire valley.  He said he would come back for her.  She believed.  So she waited.

Each day, she would climb the steps to the top of the tower.  They told her she was mad.  But she believed.  So she waited.

Back then, you could see her in the top window, searching, searching, for her beloved.   It was rumored that he died in battle.  She would have none of their lies.  She was told he would be back.  She believed.  So she waited.

The tower is empty now.  But on cold clear nights, if you sit quietly at the base of the tower and listen; sometimes you can hear her weeping.  She believed.  So she waited.

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson

 

Last Day on Baird


Russell blinked, once, twice but the message on his watch didn’t change. “The High Counsel has approved your request. Please report to Elimination Chamber #378 within the next 24 hours.”

A huge grin spread across Russell’s face and he turned & looked out the window at the green glow of the sky.  It was a beautiful summer day on the planet of Baird. It was a beautiful day to die.

The exodus from Earth to the planet Baird had been a huge blessing.  Earth was almost uninhabitable. Between the ravages of war and the constant rape of the planet’s resources, it’s surprising that there were any Earthlings left to rescue at all. The citizens of Baird welcomed the Earthlings with open arms.

The Earthlings were given viable roles in society in a relatively short period of time.  Life had been good for Russell and Marilyn since their arrival on Baird.

Marilyn was gone now.  She was carried into an Elimination Chamber more than four years ago, much to Russell and Marilyn’s relief.  The parting was bitter sweet.

It turned out that the atmosphere on Baird extended the lives of Earthlings by 100 years or more.  When this was discovered, at first it was celebrated.  But as the Earthlings started to age, they realized that even though their bodies were failing, they continued to live.

Russell wondered if the people of Earth would have been as anxious to come to Baird, had they known that extending their lives would be as disastrous as it ended up being.

The atmosphere did not stop the ravages of disease.  Russell’s once lovely wife Marilyn, ended up almost doubled over and could no longer walk.  Her vision was gone.  Her hair fell out and the cancer ate at her body a little at a time.

Russell was now 102 and the memories of Marilyn were becoming dim.

The only way to die on Baird, at less than 100 and some years old, was to either blow your brains out or be decapitated.   Which happened more and more often these days as the Earthlings became Seniors.

The Bairds’ put their best scientists to work on the problem, but there was nothing anyone could do to change the effects of the atmosphere on the Earthlings.  Returning to Earth was not an option. 

The High Counsel had many meetings once the incidents of suicide started to climb at an alarming rate. That’s when they built the Elimination Chambers. They would grant an Assisted Suicide if the Earthling was beyond 90 years old and could show justifiable cause.

The Elimination Chamber would simply scatter your atoms out into space.  A quick and painless end to life.  You would spend eternity among the stars, Russel lovingly told Marilyn.

The Earthlings stopped reproducing once they learned their fate. They were a dying species.

For those that could not wait for the approval of the High Counsel, they took their own lives in sometimes gruesome ways.  The Bairds’ loved showing the headless bodies of the earthlings on the evening news.  They would stand over them, pointing with their furry blue hands and shaking their large egg-shaped heads.

At first Russell couldn’t deal with the attitude of the people that welcomed death. But after Marilyn got really sick, he understood.

Russell was fortunate.  He still lived in the same house that he and Marilyn had shared for close to a century.  His friends were either dead or too crippled to visit.    

Russell and Marilyn had had 3 sons and Russell depended on them more and more these days.  2 of the 3 boys, although aged themselves, were still healthy enough to get around.

Connor, the oldest, couldn’t deal with the crippling effects his age had on his body.  Jarod, the baby, at 70 years old, found Connor one day with his brains splattered across the kitchen walls.

There were no tears for Jarod.  Russell’s family knew it was a blessing that Jarod was no longer suffering.

Russell was trying to decide who he should call with the good news first. There wasn’t much time. He had a million details to take care of and the boys would want to celebrate his last day on Baird.  

**  I’m going to enter this little story in a writing competition.  It’s different from anything else I’ve ever written.  It’s at 690 words and my limit is 700.  If you would leave me some feedback about it, I would greatly appreciate it!  Thank you!  Penny  

BE the Change?


Death

I don’t watch a lot of TV.  I find most of it to be just a waste of time.  I have to admit, I do tune in to the old classics.  The Dick Van Dyke Show or The Andy Griffith Show, etc.  I like a lot of the old classic movies too.  Give me a good James Stewart movie or an Alfred Hitchcock and I’m set!

I watch local news which gives me just enough of the international news that I don’t sound like I’ve got my head in the sand during conversations with friends.

What I see coming at me from the “boob tube” just makes my stomach turn.  How on earth can we continue with the amount of violence in our society and still survive?

I know every generation says that it’s worse than the generation before.  But the world confuses me now.  The cruelty and the hatred…

What’s the answer?  IS there an answer?

It’s not just the terrorists, or the wars.  It’s also the cruelty to animals, the cruelty to children!!

Some time back I wrote a post about being naïve.  Sometimes I get bitten, because I like to see the good in people.  Until a person proves otherwise, I like to think that we all possess some good in us.

That belief is getting harder and harder to maintain.

What, as a society, do we do to change it?

Arming ourselves to the teeth is not the answer.  I know we have to protect ourselves and our families.  But what about CHANGE?

I do my best to have a “do unto others” way of looking at people.  It’s not always easy when the media wants to shock and terrify us!

I have to quote a line from a Michael Jackson song.  “I’m starting with the man in the mirror.”  Or in this case, the woman in the mirror.

I KNOW this is how things change, just a person at a time.  But it just seems like a drop in the ocean.

This and prayer, I think, is the only way to make a CHANGE.