Hallo'wee Collage

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Just for Fun 3: Awaken to the Possibilities

One need not say "yes" in order to know what is possible, nor say "no" to express what is unacceptable.

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Color Between the Lines

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Today's Tendril...

Dealing with the complexities and nuances of "life choices" is like being at the center of an angry swarm of bees — the noise is overwhelming and disorienting, and the odds are good (very good) that you'll be stung repeatedly, and without mercy.

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Today's Tendril...

Q: What is the science of society? A: Structured civility, until crisis, catastrophe, or imminent threat becomes all consuming. Then, the science of society is that of chaos, barbarism, and human hives.

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2 Abstract "Sunset..." Images

"Sunset Through the Stairwell on All Hallow's Eve"


"Sunset Through the Ruins Near the Bat Cave"

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Repine

      It was an unusually warm and dry Fall, and the scarecrow in the cornfield was sweating up a storm.

      "What I wouldn't give for a little rain, or a cool breeze, or even a cold rolling fog," said the scarecrow in a sad, soft voice.

      "My straw is baked and brittle, my colorful patches are cracked and dull, and my hat is covered with stalagmites of crow pooh.

      "Rain, oh, rain, why have you forsaken me? WHY???"

      A heartbeat later, the clear blue sky turned a deep green-gray, angry anvil clouds appeared out of thin air, and a bellowing twister, as black as coal with tendrils of lightning, touched down...right on top of the scarecrow.

      After a few moments of swirling fury, the storm streaked into the horizon, and disappeared.

      As tranquil blue reclaimed the sky, a murder of crows surveyed the cornfield for damage.

      To their surprise, the only damage that could be seen was a small, bare patch of earth where the scarecrow had been staked.

      The End

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Today's Tendril...

Drowning integrity with one hand and holding a noose with the other.

Alternate Version A

You're drowning integrity with one hand, while reaching for a life preserver with the other.

Alternate Version B

You're so committed to drowning integrity that you don't even know that it's you gasping for air.

 

About

Perhaps this is a subconscious response to the news being awash with profit mongers, two-faced politicians, and "debate" segments that are nothing more than inflammatory talking heads.

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A Scarecrow's Dream (Visual Remix)

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Today's Tendril...

A good myth transcends the motives of the myth makers.

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Just for Fun 2

I really enjoy silly jokes, dumb jokes, corny jokes, and kids' jokes, which, collectively, come under the general heading of "bad" jokes.

So, I wasn't surprised to receive a kid-friendly Halloween joke from a family member.

The joke took the form of a question and my response, while good (IMHO), wasn't the actual punch line.

So rather than waste my punch line, I came up with a joke to go with it.

Before I knew it, I had a handful of bad Halloween and Autumn jokes.

And here they are, in all their gory. 8^)

 

Q: What is a demon's favorite dish?
A: Fillet of soul.

 

Q: What do zombies on a diet eat?
A: Vegetarians.

 

A: What is a scarecrow's favorite candy?
Q: Candy corn (of course!)

 

Q: What is a werewolf's favorite dessert?
A: Moon pie!

 

Q: What is a vampire's favorite game?
A: Follow the bleeder.

 

Q: Why do mummies go to psychiatrists?
A: Because they're wound too tight.

 

Q: What do little monsters eat on Halloween?
A: Ghoul-bers

Alternate answers:

• Boo berries and banana slugs
• Spider-doodles
• Bat nuggets
• Tombstone flavored taffy

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A Scarecrow's Dream

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The Emissary

 

About

A feeling, a fleeting moment, and a frame (of mind, spirit, and sight).

This is one of my favorite works.

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Said the...Demon

After a long day of tempting and mischief, two tiny, plump demons are winding down with excessive amounts of libation and a frank discussion.

We join their conversation, already in progress.

    "What is it with people and their obsession with transcendence?" slurred one demon to his inebriated cohort.

    "I mean, they're always looking to transcend something—in art, in spirit, in effort—that they completely ignore the real and precious gift that is the here and now.

    "But I guess that's actually good for us, right? I mean, it definitely makes our jobs easier, assuming they don't actually find anything. Hmmm..."

    And after a long and thoughtful pause, the demon added, "A toast, then, to those in search of transcendence — may it be the golden carrot that's always just out of reach. CHEERS!"

    The End

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This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

A Fortune in Lies

 

About

Chinese takeout one night came with a handful of fortune cookies. This is what mine contained (sans the keyboard).

After reading it to my wife, she quipped, "That still doesn't mean you can climb to the top of a mountain, jump off its peak and expect to fly. Plummet, yes. Fly, no." (We had a good laugh.)

Translated: You still need to know your limits, even while pushing them; otherwise, you may push yourself beyond the point of no return.

Since this fortune didn't come with an attribution (truth be told, I've only seen one that has, and it was a quote from Confucius (I kid you not)), I searched for the text (i.e., Googled it) and found that it's attributed to Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, a deceased French philosopher and Jesuit priest.

Who would have thought that one fortune cookie and Google could lead to so much?

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Immersed in Reflection

Why do we put pen to paper?

Why do we work and rework,
     edit and revise,
          strikethrough and scrap?

Why do we even bother
     with the written word at all,
          when we're immersed in the Great Internet Age?
               Where smartphones and e-readers,
               and texting and tweets,
               and tablets galore (some, a gore),
               and social media (all a "like"),
               are here, there, and everywhere,
               and are all the buzz and the rage.
               (But will they have grace with age?)

Because a world without paper and pen,
     without the written word,
          and without its poems, prose, and stories,
               that glide across a paper page,
                    like a cool breeze that rustles leaves,
                    and nudges clouds across a dreamer's mind,
          is no world for me,
               and may as well be
                    the tenth circle of Hell...

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Redemption

 

About

Redemption had a sign, a counter, and prizes.

Who knew?

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Today's Tendril...

To drive and be driven,
      Is what I've been given.

But to lead or be led?
     Asks the Voice in my head.

Time is but a lie,
      Yet a master still.

The equation of man,
      Bends to my will.

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Today's Tendril...

Dedicated to Monk, because he is an original (and very much so).

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Strength Everlasting

Today's Tendril...

To live and be free,
     Despite any threat.
United we stand —
     We'll never forget.

 

About

Alternate idea for the SE banner text: Wings, talons, and strength everlasting.

P.S. The font used for the SE banner text is Bleeding Cowboys. I believe this is a right-fit use of this font.

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The King of Pause

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Never Surrender (2011)

 

About

* Original version: Late September 2001; posted September 27, 2001.

* 2011 version: August 2011; posted August 26, 2011.

Years ago I promised myself that I'd revisit and revise my "Never Surrender" image (and its associated commentary) that I created in the weeks following the September 11, 2011, terrorist attacks on the United States of America.

I didn't forget.

And I never will.

The original (and lengthy) commentary suited the moment.

And now, nearly a decade later, all I want to say is this—

– Never forget the images or the pain.

– Never forgive the terrorists (or those that harbor them).

– Never become like the enemy.

– Never give in to fear for the sake of comfort or ease.

– Never be lulled into a false sense of security.

– Never surrender to terror.

– Honor all those that have sacrificed so much (and sometimes everything) in order to preserve the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

– Vigilance, resolve, and liberty remain.

– DON'T TREAD ON ME

Soundtrack: "When the Eagle Cries," Iced Earth, from their album, The Glorious Burden. (I consider TGB one of the finest Metal albums of all time.)

P.S. The core of the original image remains: a photo of Old Glory that I snapped one morning, several days after the attacks. The flag looked so beautiful and I found comfort in its stars and stripes. I still do.

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Today's Tendril...

To be awake,
        and aware.

To be "alive,"
        and "all there."

To be stirred,
        by a thought.

These tendrils,
     I know,
        aren't for naught.

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One Night, One Scene

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Overheard

Overheard in passing...

• "Stupid smartphone." (And the user had nothing to do with it.)
• "Right in the center of the middle." (I want to be there.)
• "...is all holier-than-thou, yet she's the one having an affair. But you didn't hear that from me." (Actually, I just did.)
• [Teenager] "Being green, is like, so important and stuff." (Well that cleared that up. Who says the youth of America is ill-informed?)
• "...it's been itchy for a week and nothing seems to help it." (Ewww. What have you touched?!?)
• "Listen, I'll have to call you later, because people are staring at me. <directed to those around her> HAVEN'T YOU ALL EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY?" (Umm, this is a public place, so if you choose to talk in public, then you forfeit your 'privacy.' By the way, have YOU ever heard of courtesy? Do you think we like—or care—about the drama in your life?)

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This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

Remnants of Winter (A Prayer, of Sorts)

May/July 2010 - Original versions of poem. July 2011 - Revised and final versions of poem and image.

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Today's Tendril...

Even angels sweat when reflecting on the heat, humidity, and scorching hate of the human heart.

Alternate Version (Original Version)

Even angels sweat. (Reflecting on the heat, humidity, and lack of shade.)

Original version originally made available (2011.07.12) via my now defunct @tagsandtendrils Twitter account.

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A Cross to Bear

"Frustration."
A cross to bear.
"Aggravation."
A cross to bear.
"Tension."
A cross to bear.
"Expectation."
A cross to bear.

"Oh, where do I find the strength,
To face another day,
In the life of me?"
A cross to bare.

 

About

This piece is dedicated to those who insist on "sharing" in public places, via cell phones, their daily dramas.

Your lack of compunction is inspiring.

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Tendrils 13: Variations on a Grey Theme

These variations on a theme,
     Are bits and pieces of a dream.

And in between the written lines,
     Are shades of grey,
          With prickly spines...

 

It's hard to be grey in a rainbow world.

 

It's hard to be the only grey cloud in a sea of blue sky and overwhelming sunshine.

 

Calm need not mean grey,
     And sad need not mean blue.
Scared isn't yellow,
     And green doesn't envy you.

 

Said the Mirror to the Self, "You're so different today, that even your shadow is a different shade of grey."

 

What is G.R.A.Y.? Glum. Reclusive. Apathetic. You.

 

When skies turn grey, don't run away.

But when they're green, swirls may be seen.


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Images in the Clouds

The following were seen in the clouds above and around Lake George, New York.

Sadly (for me), I didn't have a camera to capture them.

I was on a "pen and paper" only expedition.

• Lobster
• Seahorse
• The first few seconds of the opening title to The Simpsons television show
• Jellyfish
• A webbed hand from the creature in the 1954 movie, Creature from the Black Lagoon
• Mackerel fish
• Turtle with a loooong neck
• Mountain lion with two large horns, in mid leap
• Spine (human)
• The "Pillars of Creation" from the Eagle Nebula
• Red fox
• Drill bit
• Billowing smoke stacks
• Nerve endings (so many tendrils)
• Onions with shoots
• Ocean waves

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