~No limit kindness~ #Poem #Poetry

Judge me three times before Hephaestus
Judge me seven times before Aeglaeca
Judge me twenty one times before Abaddon
Many judgments hath unleashed upon my way
Great old voice reads the verdict out loud 
Alas! Does not generate the thinking
However, palm of hands execute the ruling
Until proven dirty, they're yet clean
Judge me thirty three times before Ravana
Judge me, treat me without mercy
For He the pure, above all evil gods
Forgive me seventy times seven
Unlimited I am!
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Ebola #EbolaPoem #Poetry #Poem

We are in a blind spot; we like to see across the veil. It seems like we are scrying for answers, but the sign is pointing nowhere. We sigh with magnitude of clueless. We all questioning… is pestilence at large? Halas! The puzzle remains broken on the board, while somewhere in Liberia is wiping off the map and the US nation is mourning by anxiety. Again… questions are flying like snow falling from a daunted sky. Considering “Bat soup” has been serving for ages in Liberia, which classifies Ebola as the convicted killer? Why now the incubation period is on the rise? Like an orchestrated pestilence, with no mercy on the human organs and tissues- that is killing by many. What will be the verdict eventually? How can we see from a bigger picture?
© 2014 by _Patricia Etienne
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On Writing #Writing #Revision

Revision is by far the golden stage in the writing process. The goal is to nip out parts that aren't connected and brings maximum effect.  

On Writing #Writing

That’s the learning experience of it. Each time I write a new story, I find myself moving up the ladder. And from there, I’m able to trace my writing journey and identify my standard. With that being said  writing tool can be honed through recursive process, time and practice.

Nurturing Bull #father'sdaypoem #poetry #happyfather'sday

As the Bull runs along the farm

Peace reigns over the barn

Privileged Bullock has no disarray on his pathway

Happy time is utterly meaningful

Sun rises like crystal diamond rock

Shadow dare not pause above horizon crest

The safe keeper works dusk till dawn

For his offspring to survive and succeed

As the Bull remains the theme of the piece

 And the puzzle keeps whole within the realm.

Paranormal/Supernatural/Thriller Writers #writing #onwriting

Today is Friday the 13th, considering a plethora of common superstitions that are connected with this day: Where all hell breaks loose, don’t circle around the electricity pole, wicked witches are parading on their brooms, shapeshifters could take your face to a crime spree, vampires are recruiting for their nest.  When the wind blows west and brings all the dark leaves to the east. Etc… Well, I’m planning to tackle on the rising action part of my story. (The Undercover of Darkness book 2)

 I feel it’s a day when your motivation juice can be on the rise; and ideas can swim down on the fictional lane.  Why not?  To all paranormal/supernatural/thriller writers, let’s sore this day with writing. As for me, I’m ready to bleed the words out of it with the tip of my pen. 

Happy writing all!!!

The cripple and The granted #multiplesclerosis #MS #poetry

All knit in the context of her own way.
The continuous unsatisfactory results
Whining, nagging about all
Nothing goes right by her.
~ ♥~
When she’s given gold, she rather have diamond
The stone is neither too big nor shine enough
Asking why the sun isn't shine enough.
Living in the illusion of her own fantasy
~ ♥~
She is born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Yet, unable to taste a swell whipped cream
So miserable and self-center
She’s unable to spot life in one happy moment.

~ ♥~

At the entrance of the social club
 comes in a young woman in a wheelchair.
Breathtakingly beautiful with a cafe mocha complexion
All men in the alley are awestruck by her beauty.
~ ♥~
However, Multiple Sclerosis has crippled her down.
Nevertheless, her spirit, mind, and soul stay whole
laughing, joking, with no measure.
Certainly, a thrill of life appreciation
~ ♥~
This unappreciated being
Sitting on the other end witness it all.
Start to confront her own inner self
Now seeking within her soul.
~ ♥~
Questioning her inability to see the light
Then, she comes to realize her ungraciousness causes pain.
She found the conceivable answer.
And she's no longer taking life for granted.
© 2008 by _Patricia Etienne
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