vickifaye

  • I just found a paper copy of Rip Van Winkle that I taught to my students, marked it all up, then scanned it in. It is upside-down but, oh well.

  • THE SECRET TO BLISS

     

    The great error in composition

    Was an aversion to all profitable labor.

    Not from the want of perseverance;

    For he would fish all day,

    Carry a fowling piece on his shoulders […]

  • Is this something that has to be scanned in? Im not sure there is enough time to find something, print it, erase it so that it makes sense, and attempt to scan it in before time is up?

  • You are worthy.

    You always have been.

    You always will be.

    Believe in yourself

    And the blessings that come.

    They are not accidents.

    They do not need to be questioned.

    You will one day be […]

  • AT THE END OF DAY

     

    A hush falls over the city streets

    As the fog rolls in from the fishing bay.

    A stray moonbeam spotlights a lonely old man

    Still casting his line, still dreaming […]

  • The morning sun rode bright and strong in the bluest sky that was ever seen.

    The gentle breeze blew through the leaves of summertime in glorious green.

     

    The sweetest tunes of songbirds rang through […]

  • MICHAEL

    A home is a place
    Of love, acceptance,
    Peace, and security.

    Your arms are
    My home, my solace
    My peace, and my life.

    I can’t live without you.

  • MICHAEL

    A home is a place
    Of love, acceptance,
    Peace, and security.

    Your arms are
    My home, my solace
    My peace, and my life.

    I can’t live without you.

  • PLODDING ALONG

    Another day over, another day gone
    With nothing to show for and nothing else done.
    No closer to winning or leaving the maze.
    Another brief moment that’s lost in the haze.

    So stuck in t […]

    • I like that you created your poem from a line in the song – ‘ghost lives’. Your words ring true! Love this line: ‘Tomorrow’s another today on the brink.’

  • (theme of “ghost lives” from the song)

    PLODDING ALONG

    Another day over, another day gone
    With nothing to show for and nothing else done.
    No closer to winning or leaving the maze.
    Another brief moment that’s lost in the haze.

    So stuck in today, never pausing to think
    Tomorrow’s another today on the brink.
    The future’s erasing itself…[Read more]

  • THAT NIGHT

    I remember the harsh words
    The fever pitch screaming
    The need to flee and find a place
    Of peace.

    I drove away
    Not knowing where to go
    Just following the painted lines on the […]

  • THAT NIGHT

    I remember the harsh words
    The fever pitch screaming
    The need to flee and find a place
    Of peace.

    I drove away
    Not knowing where to go
    Just following the painted lines on the asphalt
    Reflecting in the moonlight.

    Or maybe
    Reflected in the tears in my eyes.
    I don’t really know.
    Darkness plays tricks with your…[Read more]

  • ARMAGEDDON

    The gates of Hell are rising
    To engulf the diseased Earth.
    Moms and Dads are crying,
    Babies dead right after birth.
    Demons are attacking,
    Taking everything they see.
    The world around us […]

  • ARMAGEDDON

    The gates of Hell are rising
    To engulf the diseased Earth.
    Moms and Dads are crying,
    Babies dead right after birth.
    Demons are attacking,
    Taking everything they see.
    The world around us blacking
    As we plunge into the sea.

    The life we know is ending
    As it suddenly is clear
    That evil is impending,
    The Devil’s thousand…[Read more]

  • (Responding to image 3)
    THE PATH OF LONELINESS

    I lay under the midnight stars
    And dream of a life I have never known.
    I am not sleeping, nor awake
    As the coyotes howl in the distance.
    Their haunting […]

  • BREAK FOR A TEACHER

    Summer day.

    The gray goes away.

    Drifting

    Slowly,

    Gently

    Away.

    Sweet birds are singing.

    Church bells are ringing.

    Singing symphonic songs of […]

  • BREAK FOR A TEACHER

    Summer day.
    The gray goes away.
    Drifting,
    Slowly,
    Gently
    Away.
    Sweet birds are singing.
    Church bells are ringing.
    Singing symphonic songs of love.
    Wonderful,
    Glorious
    Day!

  • MAGIC: AN ACROSTIC

    Mysteries surround our lives; a twinkle, a glimpse
    of something new.

    Apart from the way we are taught to see; a fairy’s
    fire – not real, but true.

    Glittering glamours that can’t be ex […]

  • MAGIC: AN ACROSTIC

    Mysteries surround our lives; a twinkle, a glimpse
    of something new.
    Apart from the way we are taught to see; a fairy’s
    fire – not real, but true.
    Glittering glamours that can’t be explained; where
    logic will not dare to tread.
    Intrinsic knowledge of powers beyond lie in our
    souls, not in our…[Read more]

  • vickifaye posted an update 11 months, 1 week ago

    Trying to rock out this marathon. I desperately needed something to occupy my thoughts. This should work. Hope you are enjoying it so far. I have a feeling it will be a long day

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