CREATIVITY

Creative my butt!!!!

 

I think whoever wrote this comic had a creative mind.

I am not so sure I could write a comic strip.

 

I like to think that I have a lot of creativity,

I write, I write, I write, I read a lot, I write.

Uh, maybe I am not that creative now.

 

I once was full of creativity.

I did crafts, I did ceramics, I did pottery, and

I wrote poetry and short stories.

 

My favorite thing to do was pottery.

I cannot tell you how you know what to do with

a piece of clay but somehow you just do.

 

You feel that lump of clay in your hands and

you start to think about what

you want to make with it.

Then "bamm" you throw that piece of clay

onto the potter's wheel.

If it is a big piece you might slap it into the shape

of a ball before you start spinning the wheel.

This makes it a little easier to get it into shape,

and all the while you are doing this you are thinking

about what you want to make

and you let the clay speak to you.

 

As you are spinning the shape forms in your mind

 and then you start to work the clay into that ball and you

flatten it at the top, those thumbs go for the center,

and then the magic begins.

Soon the magic appears before your eyes.

You then have to decide if it is any good or bad.

Sometimes you just throw it away to reuse the clay pile.

But if you decide is good then it had better be prepared to be cleaned, stripped of unwanted pieces if any,

painted, decorated, and glazed a few times.

Then out comes a beautiful piece of pottery that you

created from a lump of clay.

Now that's creativity!

At least  it was for me at one time,

and now alas I create with words.

 

I hope I took you on a creative pottery tour.

 

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MYSTERIOUS

What could be so Mysterious!!!

source

 

Much to see in the far beyond.

Yonder awaits the things I fear.

Seemingly normal but alas they are not.

That of which others whisper and cannot accept.

Eerily I feel them waiting for me. 

Reaching out to touch, to feel, needing me.

Insanity not far away, stay strong.

Onerous sounds, doors shutting, shuffling, BANG!

Unusual dreams always chasing me each night. 

Sleeping keeps me safe or so I believe.

 

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REJOICE

Praise the Lord

 

 

I am finally feeling better.

I feel well enough to write comments

for all of your TT posts.

Still sick as a dog but a little more energy.

 

Readying

        Everything         

Jesus      

Only       

Including
Christians

  Everywhere

 

The Rapture is something all Christians look forward to,

and when it happens then they will all rejoice.

 

If you are not a Christian then the Rapture means

very little to you and you will probably not rejoice.

 

Whether it is true or not only time will tell,

as every religion has their own beliefs.

We have no idea which one is true or if there

is one at all.

 

So I guess we must have faith in the religion you

choose or do not choose.

 

Even among Christians there is not a total consensus

as to what will happen or when.

 

And so once again faith comes into play.

 

What faith do you have and

does your faith help you to get through

good times and bad times?

 

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INTOXICATE

INTOXICATING

I think this is from Pinterest.

 

Sitting on the beach,

watching the sunset,

holding hands,

sighing,

never saying a word,

intoxicating!

 

Sitting on the swing,

watching the sunset,

laying on your shoulder,

swaying back and forth,

softly humming,

never saying a word,

intoxicating!

 

Sitting in the park,

watching the sunset,

elbows touching,

laughing at the kids playing,

never saying a word,

intoxicating!

 

Sitting on the deck,

watching the sunset,

fingers entwined,

cruising across the ocean,

rocking with the waves,

never saying a word,

intoxicating!

 

Sitting on the couch,

watching the sunset,

through the window,

trying to not touch,

vacation over,

problems still there,

so many things wrong,

tears streaming down,

never saying a word,

not intoxicating!

 

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ACCUSATIONS

They Accused Me of What?

You're in the Army now,

You'll never get rich

You son of a bitch,

You're in the Army now.

While in Basic Training one of my favorite things 

to do was marching,

while at the same time one of my most hated things

to do was marching.

But I almost never made it into the Army.

Many, many, many years ago I had to take a bus to Los Angeles

to see if I qualified to get into the WACS.

Back then females went into the 

Women's Army Corps,

not the Army as it is now.

Anyway I took a public bus the 20+ miles into L.A.

And having never used public transportation I was pretty proud

of myself for figuring it all out.

I arrived at the main recruiting station in L.A

and went in to take my test.

I was in a large room filled with mostly young men,

most of them had been drafted so they looked at us

women like we were crazy to be volunteering to do what

they were being forced into doing.

I mean since there was this unpopular war going on.

Anyway I took my test like everyone else,

then they sent us into another room to wait.

I guess it was to see who passed and to let us know if we did or didn't.

But I never got that far.

After waiting for what seemed like forever,

a door opened and two big MP's came through with an Officer.

We all sat up quickly, almost with fear, 

because we knew that MP's meant trouble.

But what I was not expecting was that they were going to 

call out my name and ask me to come with them.

Talk about being scared, well I was shaking in my feet.

And the whole room was staring at me wondering what I had done.

I soon found out!

I was accused of cheating on the language section of the test.

Cheating, me?

I knew I had not cheated.

I may have a few times in school just to be silly, but not this.

This was too important

and by that time I knew that the only person who really gets cheated

is the person who cheats.

I told the Officer that there was no possible way that I had cheated.

He said that if I wanted to prove it then 

I would have to take the test again with the two MP's

standing guard over me while I did it.

I told him it was no problem as I was still shaking.

And I asked why they thought I had cheated.

The Officer said that I had gotten 100% on the language test,

and only a few people had ever been able to do it.

I told him I did not understand the problem because 

it had been the easiest section of the whole test.

He looked at me in disbelief and gave the MP's a new test.

This only contained the language section.

It is where they make up this fake language

and you have to answer all the questions about it.

So there I sat in a small room with the two MP's

watching my every movement to make sure I did not cheat.

I finished, they took the test and left me in the room.

Awhile later the Officer and the MP's came back.

They were looking at me a lot differently.

The Officer apologized and said that I had gotten 100% on the test again.

And I think he said that I was the fifth person to ever do that.

He then tried to see if I wanted to go to the Army Interpreter School.

I asked him if I had to stay in the Army longer then the two years

I had signed up for.

He said I had to stay in for three years since the school

lasted for almost a year.

I looked at him like he was nuts and he kept telling me

that I was what the Army was looking for

and that I was really needed.

I asked him what language I would be learning

and he told me it would be Chinese.

Now at that time I did not know a whole lot about China.

And I really did not think that there would ever be a need for me

to learn the Chinese language because we did not have a lot to do with them.

Or at least I had thought so at the time.

So I kept saying that I would only do it if I could stay in for just the two years.

He said there was no way because the Army would have

spent so much for my education and I would have to repay the 

time spent by at least working for them for two more years.

I finally refused and he finally just told me to think about it.

I just wanted to do my two years and so instead I went to Basic Training,

then went on to be part of the Field Artillery

and one of only nine women to have ever held

a Combat MOS (Military Occupational Skill).

Hey did you know I was "Historical"?

We were put in there by mistake and they only caught the error

after we had finished training.

And by then we had to repay them for our training

and was allowed to stay in our MOS.

But if I had re-upped then they might have sent me to 

language school.

I guess it has all worked out for the best anyway.

As you can see I must be communicating

to the people in China in a way the Army never thought of.

Whenever I check my stats,

the country of China is always my brightest green country.

And the majority of my views come from China.

So maybe I am not speaking their language,

but they must surely be enjoying reading mine.

I would very much like to thank all my readers in China,

Russia, Ukraine, the Asian countries,

and all over the world.

You are all very much appreciated by me.

And I would love to have comments from you.

Even if it is just an "Hello".

I really would like to know what you enjoy about my writing.

God bless.

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MAGICAL

Let's Get Magical

I'm praying that you'll know things I like,

Using your imagination.

Making things between us right,

Things that we have seen.

I know being intimate is what you want

Instead of just watching a movie.

The only thing to do is shout

That love is here for you and me.

Let's get magical, magical

I wanna get magical

Let's become magical

Let me hear you heart talk, your heart talk

Let me hear your heart talk

I've been waiting, I've understood

Keeping my hands on the rail

Not wanting to hold them back

Showing you the things I've seen

So you will accept these things anew

That I can show you specially,

Since your making me want to shout

About the magic I see.

Let's get magical, magical

I wanna get magical

Let's become magical

Let me hear you heart talk, your heart talk

Let me hear your heart talk

Let's get magical, magical

I wanna get magical

Let's become magical

Let me hear you heart talk, your heart talk

Let me hear your heart talk 

Let's get magical, magical 

I wanna get magical 

Let's become magical 

Let me hear you heart talk, your heart talk 

Let me hear your heart talk

Let's see magic, magic

I wanna see magic

Let's get some magic

Let me hear your heart talk

Let me hear your heart talk.

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COMPLEXITY'S

A CAT'S COMPLEXITY'S

 

 

This is my cat Joey.

He is a rag doll cat.

This means that when we pick him up

he goes limp like he has no bones.

It is a rather weird feeling when you pick him up the first time.

 

There are dog lovers and cat lovers,

and some that love both cats and dog.

We fall into the both categories.

 

Now cat lovers know they cannot train their cat

in the same way one trains a dog.

While the cat knows that it is going

to have some fun training their owners.

 

You can train them to go into a litter box,

but I think they go into there because they like

to take care of business in private and to do it in a clean place.

 

They do not fetch, sit, meow when you want,

they will not come to you when you call them.

And yet we still try to train them.

Somehow we just love the punishment they dole out to us.

Cat lovers have this in common.

 

We just accept that is the way a cat is supposed to be

and we just love them.

Especially when they sit on your lap and purr.

Purring is how they control us.

We are the ones trained by the cat.

Trained to clean out the litter box,

Trained to feed them and only food they like.

They have us trained in how to spoil them.

 

It is a complex relationship, cats lovers have with their cats.

Just watch a cat lover the next time you see one.

 

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