Some fun for Everyone – Horton hears a Tardis!

I first wrote and posted this about a year ago, I hope you enjoy:

For all you “Dr Who” lovers – a bit of fun! 🙂

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copyright Nick Holmes

Horton Hears a Tardis
The day started out simply pleasant
In fact Horton knew it was great,
His favoritest meal
the bestest real deal
Was of course a nut full of plates! (actually it’s “a plate full of nuts” but then it wouldn’t rhyme would it. hello?)
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Suddenly, Horton hears a strange sounding
and thinks to himself “Oh, no …
Not Whoville again?
They just would not send …
In fact, this time I’ll refuse to go.
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But it turns out it wasn’t the Whoville
But rather “Dr Who” that arrived,
In his tardis he came
Horton hardly could blame
The Whovilles for who was inside.
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And so Horton looked at the tardis
and then, of course at Doctor Who,
he said “no offense
And don’t think me dense,
but exactly ‘Who are you?’ “
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And of course Dr. Who replied “Brilliant”
“What a capital elephant you be,
for though we’ve just met
You already get
The person, of course ‘Who’ is me!”
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And Horton looked first at the tardis
And once again at Doctor Who,
Still shaking his head
and wished for his bed
replied one more time “Who? Are you?”
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“Yes I am”, the good doctor responded
“And most happy to meet you am I,
If you really don’t mind
and would be so kind
We must wait for the Dalek to arrive.”
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Now Horton, as you know is a thinker
Deep thoughts are really his forte,
But Doctor Who was a puzzle
And in a bit of a fuzzle
Horton knew not what to say.
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And so Dr. Who told him the story
The Daleks were bad guys, he knew,
So Horton told them (Dr. Who and his companions) to stay
And they left the next day (actually it was longer, but that doesn’t rhyme either),
The tardis, the Daleks, and Dr. Who.
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Well Horton was glad when they vanished
Back to whenever they were from,
Now when Horton listens
He’s not listening for a who
but rather the sound of the drums (spoiler).
(you’ve gotta watch the tv series to figure the last line out!)
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For all you “Dr. Who” TV fans I hope you enjoyed this little bit of farce! I don’t claim to have the talent of Dr. Seuss, but this was fun to write. 

Have a great day!

~ Penny

Not Just Memories – A Poem!

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Not Just Memories

If all I had were memories
That would be fine with me
Or just a few mementoes
That I could go and see

But I have much more than this
How lucky I must be
For I have the day I’m living in
Created just for me

Thank you for the sunshine
Shining down so bright
Thank you for the moonbeams
That you share at night

Thank you for the heavens
Thank you for the lands
Thank you for this planet
Where you see I stand

Thank you for all of nature
The hills and valleys too
Thank you for the rainbows
And flowers filled with dew

Far too much to thank you for
My gratitude to you
Thanks for all you’ve given me
And yes my memories too

Penny

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A Passion for the Written Word.

Whether you are a dedicated writer or an avid reader, it is passion that moves you.

For the writer it is the longing to write, his or her passion – to embrace the muse. For the reader of the written word, their desire – to be passionately moved by the words in some manner.

The following prose is a dedication to those who love to read and write, for it is a truth; you cannot truly have one without the other.

Passions From Within

There is that … in your words,

exciting passions from within.

Ethereal and gentle they provoke

a lingering, craving, longing, intensity

from the reader.

Your words move, readers slide into your words

lulled senses alive.

 Honed words are your tools to be shaped.

Passion ignites –

endless and enduring from the written word.

Your passion for writing … to be shared with the reader.

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Penny L Howe

A Writer’s Good Intentions!

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plhEntry in my day journal this morning: Today is the day. I will finally complete the Inspirational Book for Women I’ve been working on for more than a year (Okay, a year and a half – really? It’s been that long? Oh for goodnes sake, it can’t have been that long? Sigh. That long!)

So today’s the day. I hope. Maybe. I open my Scrivener program (See? Serious intentions going on here!) and read through portions of the latest draft. I’m slightly intimidated because the outline I sent to the publisher (Who suggested I write this book, for goodness sakes!) and discussed, at length, with her (the one she approved) just barely resembles what I’ve actually written.

Another sigh, here. But I am writing in the method I feel will be the best way to achieve my personal goal with this book: To actually make a difference. Not just another self-help, you-can-do-it type of book, but one that stands alone because the reader identifies and connects with me, the author, and what I’m saying.

So, with the best of intentions, I’m going to finish this. Okay, right after I write this blog post. But then I am, for sure.

end of entry

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I hope everyone is gearing up to have a great weekend! I’ll be writing, but still having a good one – take care of you,

~ Penny

 

Shadow’s Simulacrum – The Enclosure Of Our Cage!

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We move about …

barely recognizable phantasm  – illusionary spectrums.

 

 We come upon a border where day dream and night dream blend together.

we pass through … Beyond life’s existence, perhaps …

 

Bright lights and black abysses combine mythological imaginings …

and truth. Raw experiences of life’s brutal passages midst temporaneous moments, the falling petals of life’s blissful sensations.

 Woe be it then, to come upon this merging of selves.

Imagination, Thy tune be well played … As in the heavens so onto nether reaches.

 Shall our voice be heard for that which becomes valued most …sweetness and caresses, those learned impassioned fingerprints smudged among frozen moments of time; although shared not lightly, introspective to perception.

 Should we concern ourselves with the causation of sharing? Fearful lest there be understanding come at last into the mirage of our being, the root of perceived existence?

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Traveling through endless corridors of life’s gained wisdom, do we admit defeat just prior to endgame or become empowered by eternity’s solution?

And do we deny the existence and ownership of  the key to our individual, self imposed cage of containment – those rigidly manufactured, maintained and re-enforced bars of willful ignorance – so that no answers are required?

Yes, we do.

~ Penny L Howe, 2014

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Hello everyone.

I’m frequently asked why I write what I write. Mostly, I write to inspire, motivate and inform, but every now and then, the Muse of  “The Penny That I Am” gets hold of me and then I write for myself. This piece was written of a moment, where the need of creative thought formed this composition. I’m hopeful there was some small understanding and at least a bit of pleasure derived in the reading.

Thank you.

~ Penny

To Be … Not Who I Am!

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When words become less than the sum of their parts.

When that which I read and write becomes copied, duplicated, downloaded, passed on, reproduced and SHARED in every conceivable format and platform, and when words drift together even as they break apart into smallest bits and pieces, micro particles drifting briefly through my consciousness; this turbulent confluence of everything makes me not more knowledgeable but actually – less aware.

My individual thoughts and creative energy become stifled. I find I lose reference points and meanings, all words are conjoined and absorbed into a streaming repetitious miasma of composition in which my individual say … my voice … is lost.

Is our communication technology, ‘so happily embraced’, a manifestation, tearing away at the fabric of creation even as it proudly proclaims itself as our new savior for instant todays and tomorrows.

Then what is this thing, this piece of machinery, this “Deus ex machina”? This wonder of man’s technology, making us no more than a multitude of multimedia byproducts, a consumable, accumulated, consumption of words in instant trending and streaming data.

And what of my me-ness? Your you-ness? Our original #ideas #essence #words.

Are they and we being swallowed up into a larger whole, no longer represented as unique individuals with our very own splendid originality?

But then if not – who are we?

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So clearly, the muse was upon me. I hope you enjoyed my whimsy and a smidgen of irritation with various multimedia intrusiveness. Naturally I was not referring to any of my most excellent online friends, writers, bloggers, artists and photographers. After all we are above all those petty things! Of course! 🙂

Have a wonderful weekend, stay safe and take care of you,

~ Penny

Sunday Photo Fiction – The Trucker

The truck stood waiting. His tricked out, shiny and sleek, big rig, 18 wheeler. The engine had been idling and now was warmed up and ready for him to go on his midnight run to the city and then out into the far lying reaches of numerous small towns, delivering goods that wouldn’t be delivered if it wasn’t for him and his mighty truck …

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… In the harsh light of reality’s morning sun, he rolled out of bed. After several cups of coffee and a quick breakfast he was on his way. Not in the 18-wheeler, but in a much more modest truck, picking up trash people left by the curbside each day.

Throughout the early morning hours he filled the back of his truck with the multitude of various unwanted things, finding (as usual) he couldn’t wait to return home so he could  rummage through the discarded items. His price for removing the trash.

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Photograph by Alastair Forbes

Amazing that one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. Inconceivable how many quality items he found and resold, adding to his “dream truck” kitty.

One day … one day he vowed, he’d have enough money to buy the truck of his dreams. To be a real trucker,  to pick up and deliver cargo or “goods”. Being on the road – for real. Living the dream.

Until then he’d depend on his trusty little truck to get the job done. He was a trucker after all, even if for now – it was only in spirit.

But one day …

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This is my entry for Sunday Photo Fiction. For more info. click here. Lots of great short fiction stories to check out or enter yourself. Lots of fun for everyone at Alastair’s Sunday Photo Fiction.

Have a great week ahead, keep working towards your dreams. Dreams do come true.

~ Penny