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Those blue eyes

it was all I could do

to keep my head down

or trouble would brew

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Those men with blue eyes

can drive me to drink

guess that’s better

than not being able to think

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My knees are shaking

my pulse is off course

those eyes of his

he knows are the source

***

I’ll walk away quickly

and save my esteem

those blue eyes of his

I’ll save for my dreams

The Chasm

I woke up one morning

I’d dreamt of you

What I saw in my dream

I wouldn’t go through

*

Your arms wide open

eyes so blue

I was caught up

you -enjoying the view

*

I looked down

couldn’t believe

The space between us

a vast ravine

*

You smiled

look that I know

Why- The space?

had always been so

*

In the dream I remembered

The sadness ~ The space

never  together

no time- no place

Photo: “Ausable Chasm” by Dougtone

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“Twitter represents a gold mine of marketing possibilities, but the vast majority of firms haven’t figured out how to transform those 140-character tweets into sales.” (or so the folks  at portfolio.com are saying)

Ok ~ I’ve been stressing that thousands of people aren’t buying my book (YET)! I realize I am not alone. Only 35% of Fortune 500 companies are on Twitter. Don’t they have marketeers to do their marketing magic?

For those of you looking for the answer on how to do this Twitter marketing thing successfully- look up to the Dunkin’ Donuts icon on the cyber skyline – they apparently are doing something right when it comes to marketing using Twitter.

My writer friend Claude Bouchard @CeeBee308 should be proud – he has more Twitter followers than Dunkin’ Donuts. How are book sales Claude? Maybe a donut would help.

I’m learning- my first giveaway will include not just a book but coffee and a doughnut.

Want to read more about Dunkin’ Donuts marketing on Twitter? Go to:

http://www.portfolio.com/companies-executives/2010/03/16/dunkin-donuts-tracking-twitter-in-effort-to-turn-tweets-into-sales/?ana=from_rss&utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+CompaniesAndExecutives+%28Companies+and+Executives%29

Thanks to Salim Virji for the photo

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I Danced With the Devil

by Brenda Porter

The past has slipped through my fingers
And the future threatens to consume me
My hopes and dreams turn to fears
As you impose your acrimonious views on me
The depiction of an existence at your side
Is tempting in its magnificent splendor
But its a ruse I’ve been told
This letting doubt seep into the cracks of my heart
But you eradicate my skepticism with your tone
I’m surrendering to you my soul without resistance
Now I’ve fallen for your deception
Your grip is starting to tighten and I’m losing my head
This deadness is permeating through me
I can’t bottle these emotions inside
Yet I’m struggling to let them out
The battles underway and I’m on the losing team
Suddenly I see a glimmer
Might it be hope coming to undermine me again?
Or a redeeming saving grace
On its way to elicit the poison you’ve infused
The struggle worsens turning my eyes from you
I’m loosening my grip on existence
Ready to relinquish everything to this demon
Unexpectedly you call me by name
My eyes flash back to your glorious light
I’m struggling now to take hold of you
The demons grip is loosening
I can feel your aura grasping me
Eliciting me from the grasp of this fiend
I can’t focus on anything but your splendid face
Then as I look for redemption in your magnificent eyes
I can breathe again realizing what I’d done
I’d dance with the devil.
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check out Brenda’s blog

http://neverlosesightofthedream.blogspot.com

Thanks to kennymatic for the photo (see link below)

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There is a place called nothing

It’s void of space and time

I guarantee it’s real

Represents – frame of mind

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Nothing – you might say is empty

Some might say its flat

A question lingers in the mind

Nothing- where is that?

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Could nothing be a place

A place where you are not

People point and gawk

For some – it is their lot

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Many say its fiction

Others say it’s fact

Sadly I have lived there

Never- wanting  to go back

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Thanks to Craig Finlay for the photo

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How did Social Media Networking Pull You In?

What got you in to Social Media Networking? Was it the prospect of getting a million followers? Was it the potential of increasing your readers on your blog? Were you looking to market  those 10,000 widgets sitting on the shelf?

I would love to say I entered Social Media Networking just to meet great people. I researched to see what it could do to promote my non-profit organization for children. There was no manual or single place to amass information. I kept reading and clicking, disseminating information, and joining new groups. Look at it this way if someone had laid out a table of food and then instructed me to eat this, no eat that, now add that, finish off with that – if this were food I would be in serious trouble. Ok-  I am a Social Media glutton – at least there are fewer calories. =)

The unexpected:

Here’s what I keep hearing which I believe many people didn’t expect. We are forming friendships. People are reading my work and giving me great input. I just commented today on a scene that a friend is working on. I hope my comments help.

I am part of a tribe – wonderful talented women -who I will introduce another time cuz they deserve a blog of their own.

My non-profit is on the back burner – but as a result of social media networking – I just helped form another non-profit (still for kids just one for those with special needs.) I’m going to conferences; hopefully getting my book and future book series  out in the forefront.

Most important:

Why are we here anyway. We make money but why? Isn’t it to live? Who do we live for or with? PEOPLE!  People who have commented back to me on my first blog have all said the same thing – Social Media Networking is people are meeting people. Friendships are connecting not just in a company but in a  world that is shrinking daily.

I have friends who are finished up at SXSW they took in loads of information and they met people; names  that they will add to  their lists, their  links,  their lives.

Thanks Social Media

you have helped a lot of us make exceptional connections

Photo: Webtreats  (license Creative Commons)

Showcasing a friend who is a wonderful Poet!!!

Thanks Shaun for sharing your poetry on Moondustwriter’s Blog site. I particularly like this poem -so reminiscent of child-like glee. For more of Shaun check out his blog site  – http://www.shaunmasterton.com

The Carrot Dilemma

Sleepy yawn as morning arrives
Cold shivers embrace my skin

The kettle moans into life
The bathroom is my next stop

Peek out of the window
The night snowfall excites me

Gleeful joy spins me around
Quickly dressed in record time

Out the door with a skip
Hurried trip lands me in snow

Gloved hands sweep the snow
The snowman becomes reality

Painted smile placed with precision
Stoned eyes allows for sight

There no need for a scarf or hat
The snowman is already cold

Panic eruption in my brain
I have no carrots for a nose

Quick steps to the store
Meeting the typical queue

Inpatient wait ends with my turn
Decisive request for a free carrot

Puzzled laughter greets me
After all, I am 32 years old

Photo: Shaun Masterton

Molested by a neighbor

she told me one day

Asked her parents for help

they knew not what to say

she begged and pleaded

a break from this beast

They didn’t aid her

her problems seemed the least

they were until that day

she left them a note

she couldn’t forgive them

was all that she wrote

***

Everyone knew this boy

had talent we read

had so much promise

a senior they said

he lived to the heights

not wanting to bend

he planned it for prom night

next  morning was his end

***

Why is she gone Why is he?

they had so much to offer

doesn’t society see?

life can be so hard

give to our teens

hope, support and  love

people they can depend

maybe then

this wouldn’t have been their end

Teen Suicide

Has your life been affected by teen suicide? Not a day goes by when a teen doesn’t contemplate, attempt, or succeed at suicide. I was in the ER last weekend; a teen fortunately was brought in before it was too late. People in tears in the hall a somber cloud hung in the wing. Pumping stomachs – is it enough? How can we be there before the final bell tolls? Who should tackle the problem? We all can play a part. Be a shoulder, be a friend, be that someone who a teen can depend on. Even a smile of acceptance in a crowd can convey hope in desperation. Make a difference it may just save a teen’s life today!

Photo: Ragged by Paleontour

(Lic Creative Commons)

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Rejection

There are so many forms of rejection.

As a writer, the most common form of rejection is when your work isn’t picked out from among the crowd. Rejection in any form has a sting. No one welcomes rejections – that is a certainty.

Divorce is like a prism of rejection. There is so much rejection it gets flung into the environment  From a child’s perspective the parent leaves because they don’t love the child. In other words rejecting the child for greener pastures. Why? The child can’t understand why adults can’t be adult and get along or patch up their differences after all isn’t that why they are adults?

How many times does a guy or a girl feel rejection when the ax falls on the relationship? It can be too much – the prevalent thought – “No one will ever love me again.”  The rejection can be the knife that cuts through the marrow leaving a bleeding and wounded heart.

How do we deal with rejection?

Some people use rejection as an excuse for “getting even.”

A girl or guy, after a break up, may never look at a relationship quite the same. If pain comes at the end why enter into it at all. “Come on love is fleeting” some may surmise.

As a child, I learned  to mask my feelings of rejection by creating an impervious shell. The shell masked my feelings and kept people who wanted to love me out. After all I had learned that love hurts – why embrace something painful. I realize now that pain is part of life -being numb or apathetic closes out all the joys of life.

What can we learn from rejection?

Rejection happens but we don’t need to build a fort around our lives or try to protect our feelings center  to keep rejection from happening again. Rejection can make us more sensitive to others or very callous to others in pain.  Can we escape rejection in this life? I think not!

My daughter is auditioning for a summer musical. About sixty to ninety teens will audition for twelve lead parts. Some will experience the ecstasy of “you made it” but a much larger crowd will be asked to play bit roles and be the chorus. She nailed her audition and got called back. So now she will  be among twenty actors and actresses who will wait to get the thumbs up or the rejection call. As an actress, she knows part of the drama is the rejection in some ways making getting the part that much sweeter.

So what is the answer? Not being sensitive, not caring or is there something else that can sooth the savage beast of  rejection?

The Antidote to Rejection

I have a hero who dealt with rejection in an amazing way. He was ridiculed by family members, his culture, the leaders in his society. A friend turned him in to the local authorities on false charges – money was enough to turn this friend’s heart cold. My hero didn’t ridicule or spit out seething insults – he took the blame though it wasn’t his. He bore the pain of the multitudes.He loved those who hated him.

I realized through his example that the antidote to rejection is timeless – SELFLESS LOVE

Photo:Turning up roses by Todd Huffman (Creative Commons)

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Once lost in shadowed canyons of illusion,
my only company now, haunting echoes of weary footsteps
***
Once a citizen, a sightless spirit numbered among the roving hordes
fleeing the known into the darkest void
Truth lost in the wreckage of our wake
Truth never our destination
Readers of the book of lies
Barren souls but for the fruit of an afflicted will
***
Breathless, clinging to pillars of fear
forever scarred from collision in the depths of dry places I cry out to gaze upon the land of living light
***
An anguished spirit taking flight by an unknown compass through the narrow passage
I will surrender in the presence of the fathers
Would that I too might find the realm of mercy, of sight
***
Blackest storms cover the ancient lands, now and forever raging, behind me
Casting off this mask of mere humanity I plunge into darkness
***
One last journey to the core of infinity
Wanting to showcase this outstanding poet – Daniel Audet. You can read his other writings http://thewritersroad.com
Photos:
The concrete block by Ozyman
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Grand Canyon by Chenyingphoto (Lic: Creative Commons)

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