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THREE THINGS CHALLENGE!

 

 

Welcome to the Three Things Challenge!

Everyday I post three seemingly unrelated things and the challenge is to find a creative way to use those things. THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/82277260

This can be anything you want it to be…the point is to have fun, share, and be inspired.

To participate, simply link to this page (creating a pingback) or posting a link to your contribution in the comment section.

Remember, anything goes…just have fun!

Today’s things are: basket, xylophone, scream

The Hand

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I walk upon a scene

I see a basket sitting there full of something

It is a xylophone

When it starts to  play it starts to moan

Not like the usual sort of tune you know

When looking closer

I see a hand playing it

A hand all by itself

No body around to witness it

I let out a scream in my astonishment!

I wonder why this basket is here

With no one standing near

I search with my eyes a little each way

Just me standing there

Scared to death

Looking at this basket with a xylophone

And a severed hand playing it, all alone

I want to let out the biggest scream,

But I scared that hand will then, come after me.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Snoopy

There are moments I keep treasured in my mind

Times that you were so very happy and free in spirit.

Acting like a puppy, in every way.

I see how time has taken that glee, it upsets me, it’s un-kind

 

I thought we would always be a pair

As we both get much older

I guess I assumed that in my hopeful mind

Naïve I was, because life is so unfair.

 

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My dog Snoopy

I love taking trips with you on my lap

You loved to hang your head out the windows

Almost like it was your first time doing it

Love hearing you snore when you take a short nap.

 

Moments are precious and warm your soul

They help heat your heart, so you never get cold,

Too marvelous really to comprehend

They help you keep courage when you grow old.

 

Our time together has been one of joy and friendship

You have always occupied my heart right from the start

With lots of love and sharing, especially my bed, lol

You’ve been there for so many years, even through my hardships.

 

If I haven’t expressed all the unconditional love you have given back to me

That is where I messed up

I am sorry for letting you down like that,

You will always mean the world to me, you see.

 

My world over 13 years ago was one longing for a “little shadow”,

Turn around, you were always there, even leaping over child gates

A dog to love me and follow close along behind me

You came and make that a reality, I want you to know.

 

What will I do when my “little shadow” is gone?

Something definitely won’t be the same

I guess I will walk and take rides alone.

It is most certain I will have to carry on.

 

Thinking of the years that have passed

You love me better than some humans

I look in your eyes and I am reminded of what love is

The kind that makes things better, the one that you want to last.

 

Snoopy you are my buddy, my kid, my comfort and a little trouble,

If I could I would keep you around forever, I really would.

We might get separated one day, as often in life people and things do

I will definitely remember you always, and miss your sweet snuggle.

MwsR ❤

 

Poem/Stuck by MwsR

 

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STUCK

Stuck in the middle of it,

Reaching for a hand to pull you out?

You should know, it isn’t a hand you need

But your own will to succeed.

MwsR ❤

World Game/ Poem by MwsR

 

 

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There are people out here in our world game

Some take the winning lot and others have the shame

It is not perfect by no means

But everyone is searching for something , it seems

Looking to find what it is to make them whole

Make them special and breathe life into their soul,

Almost as if no one expects to win at this game

They start their days anyway without added shame

They twist when needed and bend where they can

Not a fault, just the game that they have to plan.

Everyone is on the board of the game of the world

They move where they want and sometimes they move another.

Indirectly and directly each player affects the whole game.

Win or lose we are in it, unfair though it can seem.

This is the way of things and broken dreams.

If you are lucky you move gracefully ahead,

Seeing an ending without regret.

It definitely changes you, it can also greatly affect you.

So play to make the most moves you can

It really isn’t about winning, it is in how you plan.

MwsR ❤

 

 

I Write/Poem by MwsR

 

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I write so I can continue to grow

So my life has its ebb and flow

I write for the many tears I shed in private

For the many cries I had that were silent

My spirit soars when my fingers type

I do not have my inner self to fight.

I write for those who never had a voice

For the one that also had no choice,

I write to keep my troubles at bay

So I can function with purpose , yet another day.

I write because some things are better left unsaid

So I can get them out of my head.

I write to encourage others who can’t

So they can see that somehow our lives match.

I write because harboring feelings of hurt, doesn’t work

Because people are selfish and sometimes big jerks.

I write in a rhythm that only my heart knows

Each step when I write, my heart grows.

I write because sometimes you need to

Because sometimes I feel things that are too real, too true.

If you need to write to heal

Try it, and soon it will reveal

What it is you want to say

What you need to say to make it through yet another day!

MwsR ❤

 

Hey… Darling/Poem MwsR

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“When can we go out and spend some time together”, she said

It wasn’t like there wasn’t a good roof above her head.

She always tried to get my attention

What about me giving her that diamond last year, she must have forgot to mention.

It was always me doing my thing out in my shop

Her doing hers in the house, using the mop.

Equal we were, I don’t understand her problem with it all

I guess I should have put my shoes up that were down the hall.

A different food thing she placed at the table more often than not

I never said that I liked that if any, or a lot.

I thought having money to buy that food was good, but to her I guess not.

Why all the fuss about the clothes,

I put them near the hamper where she goes.

Why must she talk when my favorite show is playing

I would love to listen but not right now, you understand what I am saying?

Always my time is taken over with hers

Always her needs had to come first,

I can’t always do what she wants, listen to everything she says,

But…I am here, wouldn’t she want that instead?

 

She doesn’t ask me for a date anymore

There is no “Hello” when I come through the front door.

She used to ask me when I could do something

Now she is off doing her own things, anything

Wonder what changed?

Maybe somewhere the roles got re-arranged

No food on the table, just re-heatable stuff

Guess I didn’t pay attention to her enough.

She must have told me, I just did not listen

What has happened to change our situation?

Maybe one day she will once again,

Say “hey…darling”.

 

“DON”T take those you love for granted… One day they may not be there anymore.” MwsR<3