Author: Mws R

"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could have been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold. Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

Excerpt from my poetry book, “Heart Stones” MwsR

This book was my first self published book. It probably contains some grammatical errors or possibly mis-spellings. It was finished and published in 2 days. I hurried into it all I already had my poems, because I wrote them almost daily on my Facebook, to share with my friends and family on the social network.

I wish I had of included pictures and my quotes, but I did finally do that on my third book, “Heart Songs”. Yes, there is a pattern to my poetry books, it would be “Heart”. I write from my heart so I thought it appropriate to include it in my books. I have no real organized method in this book . Just poems that I wrote. I wish I had the fortitude to had made different topics with which to place my different types of poems in, but I didn’t.

So if you want a book that has poems written from my heart, this is good for that.

Cover for HeartStones
Heart Stones

Below I will share a poem entitled, “AS”.

As I had already knew

That nothing would change my shade of blue.

It was a color I was very familiar with

A common in my life ever since being a Smith.

My goals were simple back in the day

It was to be a singer up on a stage,

To be applauded for a song

Not knowing it was in my personal life, I needed applause all along.

As I dreamed of being a nurse

I wanted to help others who had it worse never felt that I couldn’t brighten someone’s day.

But often I wanted to cheer people up with words I could say

See, helping someone made my own problems fade

But unfortunately, it just took my mind off of them, they never really went away.

As life has a way of makings things seem so heavy and hard

Our hopes dreams, and aspirations get marred

Things that mattered once now fall on stony ground

They cannot recoup, nor any abundance be found

Sadly, they die and disappear

Nothing can grow there, sometimes for many years

As if that was that

It comes and leaves from where it is at

No rhyme nor reason

No hope, no change of the season

Nothing but despair

That is all that is left all too often there

 

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Continue reading Excerpt from my poetry book, “Heart Stones” MwsR

Recipe Share/ Sour Cream Lemon Pie

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    Total Time Prep: 20 min. + chilling
    Makes 8 servings

Ingredients

  • Pastry for single-crust pie (9 inches)
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 3 tablespoons plus 1-1/2 teaspoons cornstarch
  • 1 cup whole milk
  • 1/2 cup lemon juice
  • 3 large egg yolks, lightly beaten
  • 1/4 cup butter, cubed
  • 1 tablespoon grated lemon zest
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 1 cup heavy whipping cream, whipped

Directions

  • Preheat oven to 450°. On a lightly floured surface, roll dough to a 1/8-in.-thick circle; transfer to a 9-in. pie plate. Trim crust to 1/2 in. beyond rim of plate; flute edge.
  • Line unpricked crust with a double thickness of foil. Fill with pie weights, dried beans or uncooked rice. Bake 8 minutes or until bottom is lightly browned. Remove foil and weights; bake 5-7 minutes longer or until golden brown. Cool on a wire rack.
  • In a large heavy saucepan, mix sugar and cornstarch. Whisk in milk and lemon juice until smooth. Cook and stir over medium-high heat until thickened and bubbly. Reduce heat to low; cook and stir 2 minutes longer. Remove from heat.
  • In a small bowl, whisk a small amount of hot mixture into egg yolks; return all to the pan, whisking constantly. Bring to a gentle boil; cook and stir 2 minutes. Remove from heat. Stir in butter and lemon zest. Cool without stirring.
  • Stir in sour cream. Add filling to crust. Top with whipped cream. Store in the refrigerator.
Nutrition Facts

1 piece: 437 calories, 26g fat (15g saturated fat), 145mg cholesterol, 197mg sodium, 46g carbohydrate (29g sugars, 0 fiber), 4g protein.

Originally published as Sour Cream-Lemon Pie in Country Woman March/April 1987

Imagine

 

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I woke up to one of those days

When things seem blissfully content

Where there is many reasons for one to re-invent

I went to the window and noticed the rain

Usually when I see rain it causes me pain

I am not one for rain, and never have been

But today when I looked out, that’s when it all began

I found myself imagining how the insect world must be

What being them and seeing as they see

So my imaginations took  on a rather peculiar twist where

I wanted to know what it was like to imagine it there.

I  imagined that this rain was pounding down on them

It was like their world was being bombed

Or maybe they were filling their pools or replenishing their spas.

Was this a tragic day for them?

Did the rain kill some of their friends?

In the insect world this rain must be harsh,

Unless they like living in a marsh.

Maybe I was over thinking things

Possibly this rain could be replenishing

Perhaps they have gardens too

Like we do

Maybe in their world there are crops galore

I imagine a lake maybe they float on it riding on leaves

Maybe they even like when the rain is pouring down

Is it possible this all could take place on the earth’s ground?

I would say as a human I don’t know all their needs

Nor do I know their wants

But that is what imagination is for

I think tomorrow I will imagine some more.

 

 

 

She Faded Away

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And she faded away…

All that she was before and all she ever hoped to be was like a color that stays out in the sun to long, she faded over time.

Her fade was gradual and hardly noticeable but she caught glimpses each day she looked at herself, really looked at herself.

She liked to tell people who time and circumstances, people and life hadn’t changed her any, but it had.

Where she once had such a funny nature, and a little more naïve trust, now that seemed to be turned into dust. She just lost her sense of hope in all that she left behind.

Her aspirations of a better time, a better standing in life, was just one day dismissed. It is like she finally saw things around her for what they were.

Maybe it was from all the criticism that she seemed to get, or maybe it was the lack of effort people gave her.

Really it was too hard to pinpoint just when and where it all started to decline.

Maybe it had been when she was small, her first trust in someone was broken. Her battle that lay ahead of her in those days had never left her. Her ability to truly believe that one human could actually mean what they portray, what they said they would be.

When life hardens you, takes the rug out from underneath you, things change.

It is a slow fade, one that keeps you in a false sense of control. You see things in all your relationships with people. You find yourself with someone who genuinely cares about your well-being but you dismiss it to be an act of convenience. You fail to see what it is or how in-depth it really has become.

No one wants to find thunder and storms while following a rainbow! Sometimes though, that can happen. You have to really see things for what they are. You have to try really hard to see through the exterior of things or people and take the good with the bad, but never settle for less than normal.

When life is difficult or you have really struggled, you lose hope and your sense of wonder. You lose the “who” you can be to the “who” you have become. They both fight constantly in your soul and heart and mind. There will be one that survives, make it the better one.

She never knew how to harness all that pain and let downs she received. Like a stain on a shirt, it faded, but it is still there. Maybe one day when life gets so uncomplicated and she can focus on her own self above others, she will be able to fix it, or simply get another “shirt to wear.”

Sometimes it takes a whole new outlook and state of mind to see the impossible. or the things we need to realize.

She knew that people truly meant somethings they say, but she still kept doubt in the back of her mind.

“Is it possible for someone to love me”, she often said to herself.

Her answer was always, “We will see.”

Fading away…she still goes through each day, always trying to believe that someone could love somebody like her.

MwsR ❤

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Song Share/N.I.B. from the end, Black Sabbath

Oh yeah

Some people say my love cannot be true
Please believe me, my love, and I’ll show you
I will give you those things you thought unreal
The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal

Oh yeah

Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me ’till the end of time

Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel

Oh yeah

Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you’ll see who I am
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand

Oh yeah

Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me ’till the end of time

Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel

Oh yeah

Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you’ll see who I am
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand

Songwriters: MICHAEL BUTLER,OZZY OSBOURNE,TONY IOMMI,WILLIAM WARD
© T.R.O. INC.
For non-commercial use only.

Well now, this song pretty much lets you know what it is about. I personally have never listened to it, till now. I do not much care for it, but I am sharing it.

To me it talks of the master of deceit, Satan, aka Lucifier. He will lead you to think things are great in your life but you won’t know any different till it is too late. 

This song is definitely up for your own interpretation. Take a listen and you decide.

Things are not always as they seem to be, look closer! MwsR ❤

Random Acts of Kindness/RAKA

I was nominated by my fellow writer, https://magnoliajem.com/2018/08/02/random-acts-of-kindness-award/

I created this award and wanted people to feel appreciated and to be honored in a way for their acts of kindness be it directly or indirectly. I have been shown so many kind words, help and recognitions that I am blessed.

This site is a great way to connect and I appreciate it for letting me write.

 

Random Acts Of Kindness Award, RAKA

This award is given to anyone you think shows kindness to another blogger or writer or to the community here on WordPress.

If you know someone who has shown you or anyone else an act of kindness please nominate them for this award.

I believe that any act of kindness no matter how small can significantly impact another’s life. So I feel it is great to acknowledge those who practice kindness.

The rules are simple.

1- Tell who you nominate and why.

2= Copy and share the picture that shows the award, posted above.

3- Share a paragraph of something that impacted your own life in the way of receiving kindness or how you extended kindness to someone else.

For instance, ” I once was waiting in a drive thru line for 20 minutes. I was in a hurry but the line did not move much, it felt like. My day was getting worse by the moment. When I got up to the drive thru window, the cashier said someone had paid for my meal already. That really made my day a lot better.”

4- Nominate anyone or share to your own page. If you so choose to Participate. Tag or pingback to the original person who nominated you, or the original post. https://mwsrwritings.com/2018/07/30/random-acts-of-kindness-award-ka/

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When I was around 23 I felt as if I was in a life of uncertainty. I felt like everyone I had trusted and believed in was a deceiver, and were fakes.

I was at my childhood church and when the service was dismissed, I walked to my car.

The preacher there at the time came out to talk to me. He had noticed perhaps that I was sad. He also knew my heart was heavily burdened. He approached me with such a loving demeanor, that my guards went down. That one approaching me lasted into several hours. While we sat in my car, long after the church people had left he listened wholeheartedly to my story. I am sure he would have liked to head to his house and eat his lunch meal but he stayed with me. He watched my cry he watched me get angry and he felt for me in a way I believed right from the start. He was not a faker he genuinely cared. I had known him and his family since I was a baby and in those hours I felt he truly cared. He assured me I was not alone, that God loved me and he loved me. He also told me all my “secrets” I had carried as my burden, that others knew the truth. He made me feel much better. He made me relieved to know that others could see through my family’s façade and that everyone was praying for me to find true love and acceptance and peace. In those hours, I felt my heart healing. I felt my story was told and I had people who really cared for me.

I will forever remember and appreciate the day my heart started to heal because of my friend and preacher, who showed me how to let it.

MwsR <

I won’t tag anyone since I will be doing that each week.

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