Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
never allow frowns only smiles
Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
never allow frowns only smiles
I looked in a child’s eyes today
what I saw took my breath away
fantasy worlds the size of a dime
held in a hand that measured time
a smile that spread the horizon and more
sweet filled goodness a spirit that soared
I looked in the heart of a child today
nothing too precious at his feet to lay
Yesterday we had a yard sale and one of the family’s that came by had a boy 6 and a girl 8. The little boy had big round glasses that made his eyes looked like globes full of wonder. The Lord saw children as precious with an ability to see Heaven. I’ve often why we need to see Heaven and God as children maybe it is because children are guileless. They would see Heaven for its beauty rather than for what “they can get” from God. I never want to stop marveling at a golden sunsets, giggle when I see squirrels chase each other up and down oak trees, or tease the waves with my toes.
“At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked,”Who, then, is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And He said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
Matthew 18:2 & 3
“Therefor, whoever takes the lowliest position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”
Matthew 18:4
“Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”
Luke 18:17
I looked for a simple spoon to stir the milk into my tea
I’m not sure what happened but I guess I lost my temper
The barista (I learned later) is a wizard’s apprentice
My life is now forever upside down…
A spoon to stir tea
I’m caught in a reflection
magician’s rules
The haiku prompt at TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge is Tea (including anything related to tea).
Okay so I took some creative license here but the above photo of a human size spoon was too good to pass up. Yes, that is me caught in the spoon’s reflection 🙂
Do you have any pictures where you are caught in a reflection?
I was a golden key
fashioned just after time was turned
and I knew I had a purpose
but forgot all I had learned.
I placed myself in large hands
of those who perchance might serve
but one after another
got what they deserved.
And so I hung despondent
on a cold and lifeless tree
hoping for an answer
and one that would set me free.
I heard someone so cheerful
but she was so very young.
“What can a child do
when the others failed all and one.”
The sun hit just right
and she reached and stretched her hand.
She and I both surprised
for her height seemed to expand.
“I heard a story once,”
her voice so sweet and low.
“Yes,grandmother knew it well.
A key with a golden glow.
I dont remember all
but let me linger now.
We will go back and see
what if time had cast a spell.”
So the girl and I sat
for a long and timeless while
but I really did not mind
she had such a winsome smile.
“Yes, I remember”
she patted me in her palm.
“You open up a place
by singing a forgotten song.”
She hummed and sang the songs
all the ones she had been told
and as I watched before me
this small child got very old.
She held me and it warmed me
and I began to glow.
A gnarled and weary door
in the tree began to show.
“There it is in the middle”
a keyhole she did find
and I was oh so happy
to at last meet my own kind.
We passed through the door together
she transformed into herself
so fairy like her beauty
and I a greenish elf.
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Today’s Daily Post writing challenge asks the question:
You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?
I did not submit the following story today as it was an archived short story that I created as a continuation from an old Grimm’s Fairy Tale – The Golden Key was it’s title.
Other’s who have also written about the Key:
If I could write an epic tale
wrapped in dragon lore and knights
on a long and misty trail
reserved for battles and long fights
the words that I would pen
over each I’d linger long
all my strength I’d gladly spend
to sing for you a song
If I could live an epic tale
a sojourn in the trees
long and lingering my bath
my only covering the leaves
If I could write an epic tale
replace it with a kiss
I’ve saved myself so long
you are my sweetest wish
If only I could stop an epic tale
where you are carried out to war
I sit long in my prayers
for a knight on distant shores
If I could write an epic tale
it would carry in a storm
knock over trees in its path
end in arms, yours so warm
If I could write an epic tale
you would be in every scene
faithful to hold me as I failed
your dying fairy queen
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I am finalizing a manuscript that is fantasy and knights, kings, castles. Everything I am writing seems to ooze fantasy.
Does that happen to you or can you separate out genres in your writing?
I am privileged to know some remarkable and talented writers. Joseph Pinto is no exception. When I met Joe I was living on the Dark Side of the Moon which reflected in my darker than normal poetry. I had admired his writing as well as the work written by what I consider a Horror Guild called Pen of The Damned. I don’t know what other writers ponder (when their pen is resting) but I remember wishing that some day I could write to the caliber as these engaging horror writers each with a chilling style all their own. When Joe asked me to join PEN, I was dumbfounded but gladly said “yes.”
I know that writing with experienced writers helps to improve one’s own style. I will never arrive at the level of the horror writing that Blaze McRob, Nina D’Archangela, Thomas Brown, Craig McGray, Magenta Nero, Tyr Kieran, Zack Kullis, Jon Olson, Hunter Shea, and Joseph Pinto have achieved, but I believe my horror has intensified because of their patience and influence.
I am pleased to feature such a fine and intense writer as Joseph and urge you to dig deeper into the core of the world he paints on the page.
My inspiration for writing horror comes from a variety of places. Most of the time, I’ll glimpse at an image in my mind; it’s almost like a still frame from a movie. Using that image, a story will slowly develop and ferment like fine wine. Music, believe it or not, inspires me tremendously as well. I’ll take the emotion a particular song will churn up within me and use that when writing. Every day life is definitely a contributing factor, whether in my own cosmos or things I’ll read in the news. As far as I know, I don’t have bad dreams; none that I can remember, at least. lol
I started Pen of the Damned along with Nina D’Arcangela a little more than two years ago. It rose from a very simple concept: developing a platform that will promote and market both writer and guild alike. So we decided upon a strict limit of only ten writers employing varying writing voices. Each Tuesday, a new writer takes the spotlight, so to speak, and shares their work. The material is always free for readers and of course consists of horror fiction or dark, angst-ridden prose or poetry. We keep a strict maximum of 2,500 words per post. This ensures a brief but impactful read for all to enjoy during the course of their day.
We’re delighted that we’ve gained so many fans and are gaining more as each week passes. Our original goal has definitely been met. Nina and I have many dastardly intentions for Pen of the Damned – it’s just a matter of cultivating it to fruition.
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Which I know from experience takes alot of work and is appreciated by each of the Damned members ~Leslie
My most recently published book is Dusk and Summer with Sirens Call Publications and is actually a contemporary fantasy story. I wrote and self-published it a little more than six years ago when my father passed away after a fifteen month battle with pancreatic cancer. Grief stricken and unable to process my loss, I came to the realization that I had to do something to make sense of it all. I sat to write what I’d initially believed to be a vessel for my emotions, but it unexpectedly transformed into a fantasy tale. Inspired by my father’s passion for the sea, Dusk and Summer was born.
It’s a book of love and loss; a bittersweet tribute to my father. It’s also a book of hope, of dreams made real, and of a fantasy world beneath the waves that is my gift to my father. My book will not only help anyone who has suffered the loss of a loved one, but will sweep readers away with its unexpected story arc.
The Sirens Call Publications team did an amazing job guiding me through the revision of Dusk and Summer nearly seven years later. They kept it as true to the heart now as it was then. I couldn’t be more pleased with the caring and compassionate manner in which they handled this very delicate subject matter and the professional acumen they displayed while doing so.
I’m also very proud to say that I’ll be donating a portion of proceeds from all sales of Dusk and Summer to the Lustgarten Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research.
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I won’t say too much about Siren’s Call Publications now other than please check them out they have many publication opportunities for writers. I hope to get an interview with them in a forthcoming article.
The classic horror that inspired me comes from the literary medium, and that would be the early works of Robert McCammon. Reading from this amazing author definitely opened my eyes to a new and wondrous world and pushed me to become a part of it when I was much younger.
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I was not familiar with McCammon but I am diving into his River of Souls.
If I could be a monster what would I be…can I cheat and give you two answers? lol First, I’d want to be Cookie Monster. I mean, who doesn’t love Cookie Monster? And a chocolate chip diet for life? Sign me up!
The second monster I’d want to be is Godzilla. I’d rise my cranky self from the bottom of the Pacific, stomp cities and scorch them with my radioactive breath- even fight some other monsters along the way. Oh yes, hands down, Gojira, or as you know him…Godzilla, King of Monsters! lol
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I have to throw this question in as I love the answers 🙂
What’s up next for me is the start of a new book. I’ve had an idea scratching around inside my head and it’s about time to get it out!
Thank you very much for offering me the opportunity to talk about myself and my most recent book. I’m truly privileged to be featured on your blog, Leslie!
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Here’s additional information about Joseph Pinto:
Joseph resides in Northern New Jersey with his young daughter and wife. You can find him in a multitude of places online.
Track him down on Twitter: @JosephAPinto;
Facebook: Joseph A. Pinto, horror author and more…
His personal blog: JosephPinto.com
The Pen of the Damned blog
He happily shares his deranged likings on Pinterest
He occasionally lurking in the halls of Google +.
Or, you can simply email him at authorjosephpinto@gmail.com.
You can pick up Joseph’s book, Dusk and Summer, in both eBook and print versions on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, an eBook version on Kobo, as well as other formats on Smashwords.
Please don’t forget, every purchase is more than a great book; it’s also a contribution toward the fight against pancreatic cancer through the Lustgarten Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research.
What if he should read
the words I wrote 100 years from now
of knights and dragons
and hidden away princesses
would he think it mere fantasy?
*
I write faithfully with my pen
of dark misty hollows
places to be lost
corners to be found
hoping dreams never to end
*
can ideas inscribed in ink
compare to blue moon lit dances
long hair billowing
in salty air’s breeze
as spicy music romances
*
soft lacy valentine bouquet
encircles my heart
a smile is your only answer
to “be mine”
the place where fantasy starts
~AGAIN…
The Daily Post writing challenge is valentine. What inspires you when you think of Valentines?
Other delightful Valentine reflections:
I lay here
cold and solitary
life passes by
I too inert to cry
*
Free once
to laugh and sing
formed of sinew and bone
I now a mindless stone
*
“Where do you go?”
I call as they pass
you eddy and whirr
I dream to momentarily stir
*
no use
I never can drift
with a meaningless sigh
once again I close my eyes
*
This poem is symbolic of my blogging state today. I am frozen and for some unknown reason can’t change a post I needed to reschedule. So I, like the stone, watch the words go by and I have little control.
So familiar
like riding a bike
I can hear ungreased gears grind
my swollen feet have forgotten the motion
in frustration I fling the bike
willing it to take life
and show me how to ride in figure 8s
So familiar
like painting my first picture
I can see the blues, reds, yellows flow and swirl
but my trembling hands have forgotten
I impulsively pour water on my canvas
willing it to take life
and show me how to paint a blooming flower
So familiar
like writing my first story
I can feel the words mesh and explode
but my mind is lost in dog earred pages
I feverishly clutch at the manuscript
willing it to take life
and show me once again how to write a fantasy for children
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This week’s Verse First Prompt is “Right Under Your Nose.” My objective was to be honest in descriptions even to the use of emotion.
Do you ever feel frustration and impatience at yourself when you return to relearn the riding of the proverbial bike? I may never get there but I am trying to return to my artistic beginnings. Needless to say my drawings and paintings look like that of a small child.
Photography: “Child’s Play” © L. Moon 2013 (some irony in the title)
“That has to be a Rhicrocohip,” my daughter clapped in excitement at the animal that she had only seen in books.
“And I’m sure that’s an Elebratigraff,” my son proudly enunciated the name.
Our trip to Eurafrissia had been a delightful excursion. Nothing here was like the polluted world we had stepped out of. I smiled as this colorful and magical world reflected in my children’s eyes.
“Run! Here comes a man-eating Cheehyon straight toward us,” my husband screamed. I realized we could be as easily attacked in fantasy land as where we had come from.
“Where is the exit?”
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What do you make of an animal with a big nose and alot of stripes? In 100 words tell a tale about this creature and enjoy the many others who participate in Rochelle Wisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers
Animal names: Rhinoceroscrocodilehippopatomus
ElephantZebraTigerGiraffe
CheetaHyenaLion
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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