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Writer’s Lift Wednesday #20

This is a writersliftwednesday blog, sharing the works of fellow writers, poets and persons random. All re-blogs will be linked appropriately to their authors.

Writing is no easy calling and nothing easy was ever worth doing.

[House Business – BOTM will not be released today, July 1st. It’s a comin’!]

Support each other. Blog and reblog.

(1) I don’t know this to be John A Reyes’ truth but for me “Mornings With You” captures precious moments with our children.

(2) From “Ghost Rider” …made shapes with my body / that it wasn’t supposed / to make… Brilliant.

(3) Some of us possess random thought seeds and others of us have farmers’ markets waiting to happen, i.e. Wyrd Smythe

“When you publish a blog post, it is just that: A post. It is not a blog!”

*crosses arms over chest like a pissed off teenager* Fine! Like, whatever.

Christina Schmidt, MA
armedwithcoffee.com


1. Mornings With You, by John A Reyes via Jar of Poetry

I’d braid your hair
with the rays of morning.
I would tie it up
with the dawn-colored ribbons
from the clouds
while breathing in your amber.
I would hum a tune
so the birds can sing for you.
I would cherish
your morning dew eyes,
glistening from the sunrise,
when they look into mine.

2. Ghost Driver, by Nathan Cocker via Poetry 365

I let a ghost
drive my body last night.
Let it peer over
my steering wheel.

It drove me to the disco,
made shapes with my body
that it wasn’t supposed
to make.

It reversed me into line,
fishtailed through the mall,
donutted around the cinema
and crashed me into the river.

There, it drown me in the weir pool,
the brown sludge settling in my lungs.
Now, I’m the ghost, and
I’m hitching for a ride home.

3. BB #69 Random Bubbles, by Wyrd Smythe via Logos con carne

Alas (and also alack), with all that’s been going on lately, my Artistic Muse has temporarily fled (she’s almost as prone to suddenly vanishing as her sister, Lady Luck). As such, I’m not feeling much inspiration towards posting right now.

But my Nine Year Blog Anniversary is nearly here, and I’m determined to publish post #1000 to celebrate it. Pulling that off requires three posts between now and then (not to mention figuring out what to write for post #1000).

So today I thought I’d take care of a bunch of random notes.

These are all from my collection of “seeds” — jotted ideas that caught my fancy and seemed capable of growing into a post. Metaphorically, to do that they need planting, watering, and nurturing. Some seem almost eager to grow.

Others sit waiting for… something. A few need fertilizing research on my part (and I’ve been putting off the effort). Others are so slight and small I’m not sure planting them is worthwhile.

Brain Bubbles posts were intended for the smaller seeds, although lately I’ve gotten into the habit of using them as collections of seeds. (I just can’t seem to get into short-form blogging. I don’t tweet. I’m not sure I understand the concept.)

In any event, here is another seed collection…

read the full piece here

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Cascades (an erotic poem)

As always, thoughts are welcome.

Good call, G. Hair is highly visual.


blonde cascades spill
over you
what the softest of
strands fail to cover
my mouth will provide

whispers of locks
caressing skin
falling haphazardly
across the elongated form
that is you

lips
enough hair to spill ’round
both our heads
blocking the light
as we kiss

throat
temple of amber tones
distinct male scent
my lips linger here
wisp of tongue

chest
silken tresses across your flesh
gentle reminders
a promise yet to
come

manhood
a breath to spare
and a glance given
to the rise of you
…not just yet

thighs
tension builds as lips indulge
my hair lay gently
over your mast creating
a flaxen flag of surrender

it’s time
my mane, my pride
crown of my head
fans out, shimmers in the light
as I glorify in your cock

run your fingers through
golden waves
stroke it
gently hold my head
while my mouth embraces you

Cascades (an erotic poem) by
Christina Schmidt
armedwithcoffee.com

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Not My Feeling (a poem)

Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow Never Knows.
True.
I have a pretty good idea.
About the next day.
The day after too.

Time is endless.
In the void.
A colorless, gray place.
Not my scene.
Not my feeling.
Yet.
Here I am.

We all take turns here.
And it was mine.

There will come a shard of light.
A path made clear.

A passion felt.
I will move forward, in time.

Not My Feeling (a poem) by
Christina Schmidt, MA
armedwithcoffee.com

Writer’s Lift…Ummm Yeah

ummm-yeah-
Office Space (1999). Filmed in Austin, TX! #ATX

That’s my bad.

I meant to give notice Monday about my absence this week on AWC, including Writer’s Lift Wednesday.

I’m not taking a break I’m just undergoing some structural changes in my house. It’s not The Money Pit level of insanity but by god it has potential!

MCDMOPI EC011
Me. Everyday. The Money Pit (1986)

Seriously though, I see no reason why I can’t resume my “normal” nonsense by next week.

Thank you all for the amazing support! I’ve noticed an uptick in recent followers (largely in part due to Writer’s Lift Wednesday, and, let’s be real, my erotic poetry) and I despise my own absence in light of so many new followers. However, needs must. Life can be terribly inconvenient, I’m sure we can all understand.

By the way, I don’t own the exclusive rights to Writer’s Lift Wednesday. Consider taking a moment to re-blog someone else’s work, maybe say a little something about the piece. The point of WLW is to raise awareness of artists here on WordPress.

Cheers,
Christina
armedwithcoffee.com

Weekly Tarot Readings: 07/01/20

Hello All,

The new weekly readings are available on YouTube!

This week’s focus: General Love Reading (bi-monthly)

I’m sharing Cancer’s reading, as of June 20th we entered the season of Cancer and it shows 😎 Cancers are decidedly outgoing in their birthday month!!! To see your sign, visit Sassy Scorpion Tarot.

[Private Readings – I am offering limited private readings at this time (Sassy’s website is still under construction). If you go to purchase a reading from me and the message box in PayPal says FULL, then my reading schedule is full. Please check back on the date indicated. Thank you for considering me as your reader; a privilege and an honor.]

Thank you for your good energies. Sassy Fam is growing – fast. 💞💞💞

Take care and be well. I will see you in the stars.

Christina
Sassy Scorpion Tarot

Music: Eye in the Sky by The Alan Parsons Project

MUSIC is a segment that features a song that’s caught my brain.

Working on the house this weekend with my music set to shuffle. Of the thousands of songs this little gem popped up. I flash on my dad playing “Eye in the Sky” on his 6-string after a breakfast of pancakes on a Sunday morning.

Lyrics, “Eye in the Sky” by The Alan Parsons Project. Album: Eye In The Sky

[Verse 1]
Don’t think sorry’s easily said
Don’t try turning tables instead
You’ve taken lots of chances before
But I ain’t gonna give anymore
Don’t ask me
That’s how it goes
‘Cause part of me knows what you’re thinking

[Verse 2]
Don’t say words you’re gonna regret
Don’t let the fire rush to your head
I’ve heard the accusation before
And I ain’t gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

[Chorus]
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more to know that
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind

[Verse 3]
Don’t leave false illusions behind
Don’t cry cause I ain’t changing my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain’t gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving

[Chorus]
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see anymore to know that
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see anymore to know that
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind

Christina

Writer’s Lift Wednesday #19

This is a writersliftwednesday blog, sharing the works of fellow writers, poets and persons random. All re-blogs will be linked appropriately to their authors.

Writing is no easy calling and nothing easy was ever worth doing.

(1) Bonjour releases nonfiction articles regarding one topic: Brittany, France. I never fail to be blown away by your attention to detail and dedication to your local (assumed) history. I particularly liked your article, “Women Artists in Brittany.”

(2) D. Wallace Peach is an author and poet. To fully enjoy Rose Garden Haiku, please visit her blog as the haiku’s have corresponding images.

(3) A simple truth that needs constant reiteration. Thanks, Mae Clair.

Support each other. Blog and reblog.

Christina Schmidt
armedwithcoffee.com


1. The Midsummer Fires of Brittany via Bonjour From Brittany

Once common throughout most of Europe, the arrival of midsummer was celebrated from time immemorial by the lighting of massive communal bonfires, covering the countryside with a multitude of glowing points of light; an ancient practice that continued in Brittany well into living memory.

It is believed that the calendar of the ancient Celts was built around the equinoxes and solstices and the relationship of them to the key points of the agrarian year such as the times for sowing and harvesting and seasonal transhumance. The summer solstice, when the sun reaches its highest point before slowly starting its retreat was an auspicious event for our ancestors and one that was widely marked across Europe; from Spain to Greece, Russia to Ireland, communities came together on Midsummer’s Eve to celebrate the occasion with mighty bonfires, imparting to the heavens, in all directions, the pale glow of a man-made sunset.

Fire, as an emblem of primeval power and benevolence aside, served as a beacon between disparate communities that were united, in that one moment, in common celebration. Fire also carried strong purificatory overtones that were more practical in nature rather than symbolic, such as in the preparation of land for cultivation or undertaking prescribed burns to promote growth and cleanse a field of weeds and pests. Some anthropologists have suggested that the ancient fire festivals of Europe, such as Midsummer’s Eve, were in fact rites aimed at cleansing the land of curses and the malevolence of witchcraft in an attempt to secure a fruitful harvest and ensure healthy livestock. There is even debate as to whether these bonfires were actually aimed at burning the witches, whether physically or symbolically, in the flames of the fire.

read the full article here

2. Rose Garden Haiku by D. Wallace Peach via the blog Myths of the Mirror

sensuous beauty

blushing beneath the sun’s tongue

pink folds unfurling


white linens windblown

a dancer’s petals whirling

in joyous spirit


spring rain surrenders

May’s roses lift fair faces

to sunlight’s warm breath

read all the haiku’s here

3. Writing: There is no one size fits all, by Mae Clair via the blog, Story Empire Blog

Hi, SEers! You’re with Mae today for the first Mae Day of June. Summer is the time when I’m the least productive as a writer. I think that’s true of many of us as we become distracted by nice weather and outside activities. The again, maybe you’re highly prolific during the summer. If so, good going, and keep at it. I do a lot of daydreaming, plotting, and jotting story development notes during warm weather, but actual writing time takes a serious hit.

read the full article here

Weekly Tarot Readings: 06/23/20

Hello All,

The new weekly readings are available on YouTube!

This week’s focus: Career & Finance (monthly)

I’m sharing Pisces’ reading this week. To see your sign, visit Sassy Scorpion Tarot.

[Private Readings – I am offering limited private readings at this time (Sassy’s website is still under construction). If you go to purchase a reading from me and the message box in PayPal says FULL, then my reading schedule is full. Please check back on the date indicated. Thank you for considering me as your reader; a privilege and an honor.]

Thank you for your good energies. Sassy Fam is growing – fast. 💞💞💞

Take care and be well. I will see you in the stars.

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