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Please look a little deeper

Posted on December 2, 2013

Picture: Rodney Boles.

                                                                       Picture: Rodney Boles.

Please, look a little deeper.

Listen a little longer.

Things sometimes are not what they seem.

Feel what it’s like, the pounding of her heart.

Hear what it says, the voices in his head.

Please, dig a little deeper.

Think  a little harder.

Judge a little less.

Dedicated to:
the young boys and girls I mentor.
the bullied, misunderstood, closed off.
The story of my life.

Misty Eyes

Posted on August 23, 2012

Photo Credit: Maggie Duncan*

Sweet misty eyed angel.

Drop the swords that make you blind. Leave the walls that tell you wrong. Hear these words for you today.

leave fear. in its place.

Climb the hills that hold your fate. Crush the tales that clip your wings. Soar forever in His light. See this image of your might.   Tell your heart to guide the storm.

and may my song, dry your eyes….


As always, please leave all thoughts.
This prayer: inspired by Madison Woods’ Photo Prompt for #FridayFictioneers. Submitted by Maggie Duncan.
*Thanks Maggie for a beautiful photo. 

Friends Are Heaven Sent

Posted on August 9, 2012

                                                                                 Photo Credit: Susan Wenzel

… here she is. alone again.

But for once, things seem alright.

she’s got her friends online – the world at her back.

With the kindness that flows, even strangers see a glow.

she thinks the world of these good friends. she’ll love them until the world ends.

And she’s thankful, for they are Heaven sent.



Dedicated to the amazingly supportive, always growing, diverse group of the Friday Fictioneers.
Special thanks to BoomieBol  for  simply being awesome.

A Rip in the Bud

Posted on August 3, 2012

This poem: submitted for Madison Woods #FridayFictioneers, 100 words or less. Please check out other bloggers’ great stories, excerpts and poems here.

 I like to keep things a lot happier on NiftiTalks, but the photo reminded me of the hurt that many of the young people I work with face everyday. Most of these young people rarely have anyone to confide in, leaving them very angry, and pushing them further into their cocoons to self-destruct.   *I wrote the original version January ’12 after consulting with a student. 
Your comments are appreciated.

                                                                            Photo Prompt by Madison Woods

A bud aches with revenge,
It cannot be restrained.

Its flowers shrivel by sunset,
Garnished with pain and regret.

Its wings, plucked.
A jewel sadly deformed.

Its roots will wither next
A presence it cannot re-erect.

But first it bows from the weight of its loss
and begins a quest to turn everything to dust.

So on the bud grows,
filled with the poison it sows.
Bile oozing from every pore
seeps into its very core.

Hence with every new bloom,
The promise of certain doom.


She Heard It Through The Grapevine

Posted on July 20, 2012

Photo Copyright: Madison Woods

She heard it through the grapevine,

She was Coward, she was Proud. She was that Easy Chic. She was Ignorant, Foolish, or Gullible, some said. She was Heartbreaker… Meat lover…   She was Incomplete.  She heard it through the grapevine, she was thoughtless. She was Crazy. She was Lazy too.

She heard through the grapevine, she was Sad, she was Hungry; she might have been Smart. She was Paranoid, she was Weak. She was Mischief and Meek.

It was Classless. It was Sad.

It was definitely not Smart. He said, She said.

This. Through a grapevine. That never knew her name.

[word count: 100]


Inspired by Madison Woods photo prompt for 100 word fiction, Go #FridayFictioneers.


Posted on June 28, 2012

  Photo Credit: Madison Woods


She is the spirit of the night. A glimmer of delight. A luscious mirage. With poison in her roots, she walks with pride. Her steps echo, pebbles on a raft adrift. Waves of color and sound. Soothing. Like berries. The promise of ecstasy.

The scarlet lady beckons. Her locks play with the wind. Crimson lips pursed in thought. Her smile captured, dance through time. Her drums play in unison. A rhyme to release.

Song of ages, he moves to the beat.

“Tell me Scarlet; is my lover in your arms tonight?”

Inspired by Madison Woods‘ Photo prompt for 100 word fiction – Go #FridayFictioneers.
As always, leave your thoughts.

The road overgrown

Posted on June 14, 2012

   © Roxann Phillips

 she dreams a sweet dream.  where she stands beside her beloved.  the image of everlasting peaceful love fills her soul….

But by trying to will herself to reason, she insists this love can never be… Fear sets in – a disguised anchor – to take over and lead her lonely heart. It overpowers all reason, and she outgrows her dream. 

yet, little hope remains: she will one day walk that road. to eternal bliss. to meet him.

…be still my soul.

Inspired by Madison Woods Photo Prompt for Friday Fictioneers.


Posted on June 8, 2012

Image: Roxann Phillips

Mama once said, “Look up, darling.”


“… Look  at me.” Kneeling, she held my chin up and nuzzled my nose.

That smile, I’ll always remember.

She said;

“There is beauty everywhere,

In everything.

Remember this and

The sky is your limit.”


Story inspired by Madison Woods‘ photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers (6/8/2012).


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