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Moira swayed, eyes closed and hands reaching toward the sky.

“Oh, Mother Ireland, I love ye”, she keened; “I love ye, but I must leave ye. Tis time, tis time. Tis time for Moira to make her way into the Promised Land of America’s green shores.”

Keevan O’Donaugh watched as tears streamed down Moira’s upturned cheeks, wondering at the ecstasy rocking her in time.

“Moira, me darling. Can you hear me? Come out of this vision and come back to poor Keevan’s arms where you belong.”

Moira started, then shuddered as if to shake off the remains of the dream.

“Ah, Keevan, love. I’m here. I’m here. But I cannot stay. America is callin’ me. Do come with me, do.”
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Ecstasy . . . that state of being that Trifecta’s editors asked us to fall into this week.

Posted: April 22nd, 2013 under Moose Nuggets, trifecta, words.
Comments: 12

We have a century of writers in my family; grandmother, mother, myself, daughter and granddaughter. Taking charge of words before they are lost, we give them to you, to the world as our gift, our blessing.

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I’m running a little dry of the blessings and gifts, but these are the words I came up with today to answer the Trifextra Weekend Challenge:
This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words plus the following three words:
• charge
• century
• lost
So 33 of yours plus 3 of ours means that everyone will have a 36 word response this time around.

Posted: April 20th, 2013 under Moose Nuggets, trifecta, words.
Comments: 14

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho, Alchemist

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Mama, mama, I had a dream!

Tell me, child.

When I’m grown I’m going to tell how beautiful we can be if we only love one another.

That is a wonderful dream, son.
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Trifecta asked us to write 33 words with the quote from Paolo Coelho as our inspiration. These are mine – where are yours?

Posted: April 13th, 2013 under inspiration, trifecta, words.
Comments: 13

He turned water into wine
To save the wedding feast

Alchemy in its purest form
Unexplainable by science

He gathers my tears
Changing them into joy

No wizardry this
Pure, unadulterated, Father’s love

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The Trifecta challenge: 33-333 words using ALCHEMY in its 3rd definition. Here are 33 of mine . . . where are yours?

Posted: April 9th, 2013 under poetry, trifecta, words.
Comments: 7

Wash behind your ears
Clean between your toes

Don’t chew your fingernails
Don’t pick your nose

Don’t cross your eyes
Your face will surely freeze

Remember, cover your mouth
Whenever you must sneeze

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Trifecta’s weekend challenge asked for some advice. I haven’t read anyone else’s advice, but I wouldn’t be TOO surprised if someone doesn’t say something along this line. Edited to add another couplet to rhyme “freeze”. It is said that a poem is never finished, just abandoned.

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Not part of the original 33, but added because I don’t want to miss an opportunity to do so – esp. after the full month I have had with training and Alaska Governor Sean Parnell’s 4th annual Choose Respect event, I give you the following advice I would offer a son, if I had one – and what I say to my grandsons.
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My Son

If you ask for the cherry
from her sundae and
she says No
honor that No
Someday she may offer it
Treat the offer with respect
Always respect
Always love
Always, my son
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enjoy . . . and do go over to check out the newest editor and even try your hand at wisdom sharing.

Posted: April 6th, 2013 under Family, Moose Nuggets, poetry, trifecta, words.
Comments: 19