~~Creative Corner~~

[Belle]

Everyone's welcome to put up their poetry, lyrics, stories, whatever, for us to read. We had this on the old forum and it was a lot of fun. There's a lot of talent here!

[cre8ivepoet]

Belle I think you might be a little bit fruitier than I am. I remember this story. :p

[cre8ivepoet]

“Talk about lives, talk about being human beings, talk about pain and suffering. But you know, when we talk about the light (pointing finger to the sky) we're always talking about the light you know what I'm saying? Now in every dark hole, in every dark hole there's light, I'm telling ya look….” ~ Jojo Garza

The Light

I’ve got a smile for you,
And I’ve got a while for you,
So come on down
And talk to me.
Yes I see the light,
I see what you’re looking at.
But I’ve never ever been up there.
I’ve always been right here,
With you.
Don’t look away from me.
What are you afraid you’ll see?
A reflection of you,
And all the things you do?
It just may be,
But it is nothing we haven’t shared.
For upon every word of your every prayer,
I have listened, and despaired,
and prayed,
you would see the Light.
Through your bitter tears,
And at the ends your frayed ropes,
You have given me hope.
Though you look to the sky,
The Light is not above you.
It is all around you, within you,
In your steepled hands,
your weary heart;
it is never truly dark
for you and I.
I shall be here, right beside you
Through it all, through it all.
And If you truly believe that my home
Should be the Sky;
Then so shall I…so shall I.
©culmer06262007

[Mary Lou]

-------------------------------------------------------------------------Hey LaOnda. I posted this separate, but think the info belongs here. You all should give it a look. Thanks! ML

Bldg 98 for Creative Artists

I know that a lot of my familia are authors, songwriters, artists, etc. One of myspace friends, Aden Fisher, has started a new networking site that's like myspace. It's for artisits and lovers of the arts. You should check it out - I think you'll like it. The offical site is: www.Bldg98.com

Here's a note he sent me:

Here's some info, you need to go sign up and get all your friends and family to sign up too

Aden just started a new myspace type site for the arts, writing, reading, etc. and would love for you to have a presence out there.

www.Bldg98.com

If you have any questions about the site, or whether this is spam (it isn't) then let him know. He'll be more than happy to give you a history of why the site is and what we want to do with it.

Check it out - you'll be glad you did

[banderchick02]

I just got into the CD Kind of Blue by Miles Davis. Great great CD. I would highly recommend it. There is one song in particular that stands out to me (especially the alto sax solo, which I am working on transcribing for my sax lessons), Flamenco Sketches. It just kind of created a picture in my head, and gave me an idea for a story. Here's the story I wrote:



She had been sitting there all night, tear stains on her cheeks. She thought it may have all been a bad dream, but the pain was too real. How could something that had lasted the past two years of her life be over, just like that? They had been so happy, or so she thought. But apparently he felt differently. She felt blindsided by his decision to end things. It was so abrupt and unexpected. She couldn’t bear to be back in her apartment, with all the reminders of happier times taunting her. So she did the only thing that made sense to her; she drove out to the lake and sat on their bench, the bench where they had had so many talks, hugs, kisses, memories. The darkness was comforting. It helped to hide her pain, the emotions so raw they threatened to suffocate her. She just sat there and quietly cried. She felt as empty as this cold, moonless night. Slowly, the memories came back to her, bringing a new wave of sorrow with each one. Hanging her head, she finally began to pray. There was no way she could handle this alone. As she lifted her head and looked out over the lake, she began to see a small, soft ray of light peeking over the horizon. She was surprised that it was almost sunrise already. As the sun continued its climb, the darkness began to melt away. She could see the silhouette of all the trees surrounding the lake. There was a light fog resting on the water. It would have been a breathtaking scene had she not been so upset. She hung her head again, wiping away the tears. When she raised her head a moment later, she saw a brilliant sunrise. The colors were so vivid, so beautiful. For a moment, she almost forgot the pain. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. In that instant, she knew she would be okay. She would somehow find the strength to continue on with her life, and one day she would again find happiness. With a sense of peace, she finally got up and headed back to her car, leaving all the memories and the pain behind her. One step, one day at a time. She would be okay.

[Belle]

Steph, this is so beautifully descriptive. You wrote it well. That CD certainly inspired you!

*applaud* :cool:

[banderchick02]

Aww, thanks Belle. :o That's what I was going for. You should reall listen to the song if you get the chance.

[cre8ivepoet]

Steph you really are a swell writer. You can tell you are a painter/artist. The details matter to you.

[banderchick02]

Thanks Cree! :)

[Mel]

I looove "The Light" Cree!! Wonderfully written!! Just great (goosebumps!)


Mel
:cool:

“Talk about lives, talk about being human beings, talk about pain and suffering. But you know, when we talk about the light (pointing finger to the sky) we're always talking about the light you know what I'm saying? Now in every dark hole, in every dark hole there's light, I'm telling ya look….” ~ Jojo Garza

The Light

I’ve got a smile for you,
And I’ve got a while for you,
So come on down
And talk to me.
Yes I see the light,
I see what you’re looking at.
But I’ve never ever been up there.
I’ve always been right here,
With you.
Don’t look away from me.
What are you afraid you’ll see?
A reflection of you,
And all the things you do?
It just may be,
But it is nothing we haven’t shared.
For upon every word of your every prayer,
I have listened, and despaired,
and prayed,
you would see the Light.
Through your bitter tears,
And at the ends your frayed ropes,
You have given me hope.
Though you look to the sky,
The Light is not above you.
It is all around you, within you,
In your steepled hands,
your weary heart;
it is never truly dark
for you and I.
I shall be here, right beside you
Through it all, through it all.
And If you truly believe that my home
Should be the Sky;
Then so shall I…so shall I.
©culmer06262007

[cre8ivepoet]

Thanks Mel! Jojo's little quote inspired that poem. But I had to write about it in my own way.

[Belle]

Hi, gang. I just got my first professional review from the Romance Readers Connection for Kuy Syan Joshua. I'm relieved and pleased. :D

KUY SYAN JOSHUA
Second in T'on Ma series
Magnolia Belle
Black Wolf Books
ISBN : 978-0-9799624-0-0
January 2008
Historical Romance

The story of Kuy Syan Joshua tracks two different ways of life: Kiowa and white. In 1851, young Lana Cooper, a white woman, makes the choice to live with her Kiowa husband, Two Hawks. In order to do so, she has to keep her family believing that she is dead. While the western frontier brews with dissension between the tribes and the bluecoats, back east, the country is divided by a civil war. After the war ends, Lana's first husband, Liam O'Connell, finds himself on the losing side and tries to piece his world back together again. These two lives dance around each other and weave their own story. Each fighting to keep their families alive and united in a
time of strife.

KUY SYAN JOSHUA is a real and true to life story of the American frontier. The love that T'on Ma (Lana Cooper) feels toward both of her husbands shows the conflict people have when one love fills our lives, but the other love fills our hearts. Her struggles to mesh with her Kiowa family is blatant as well as her dependence and adoration of Two Hawks. Theirs is a once in a life time love that you are glad she hung on to, but wonder how differently her life would have been if she had stayed in the white world. KUY SYAN JOSHUA is T'on Ma's oldest son. A white man's child raised with an Indian heart. His plight in life is emotional, but true. Magnolia Belle has away with words. You travel their story not as a reader, but a participant in their daily triumphs and struggles. You are able to sit safely away from the deadly conflict and see both sides of the fight. But, who you end up cheering for will surprise you in the end.

KUY SYAN JOSHUA is an emotional story. You will cringe, you will laugh, you will weep. And in the end, you will want to read more.

Reviewed by Kathy Fisher

[cre8ivepoet]

Belle that is awesome. I have the first book, I don't why I haven't bought the second one! That review is just glowing! :)

[banderchick02]

Wow, awesome review Belle! Congrats!

[Belle]

Don't know how long I'll be brave enough to leave this up, but here it is... for whatever that's worth.



It’s hard to describe what the music does to me.
It gets inside and tries to set me free.
But I’m a prisoner. I am my own chains.
I’m a prisoner and cry over my remains.

The rhythm and flow, notes bending to the blues,
I watch it all roll by in smoky gray hues.
Why can’t I dance to it? Why am I chained?
Why do I stay rooted to the barbaric pain?

Play on, play on! Don’t you dare quit!
My last hope stays anchored to it -
to the final note reverberating in the open sky.
I’ll either choose to live or hear it as I die.







Cheery, huh?

[mamacitaRuth]

Yeah, not too 'cheery', but RIGHT ON.......soooo, why don't WE do something about OUR (I'm in the same sinking boat) plight??? :( Oh! and VERY well-written...

[cre8ivepoet]

The Miracles of Cereal

Cereal is not just
For breakfast.

From the first sweet
Crunch to the last
Soggy bite,
It has its uses.

Whether you love
Honey Bunches of Oats
Or
Froot Loops,
They’ve all been
By our side,
Some longer than
our friends.

Through bed head,
Mismatched socks,
And other mysteries
Of the morning,
As you read those
Frivolous riddles
And mazes on the
Back of the box,
Their crunch is
Always welcome.

Sometimes they
Turn into dinner food,
When laziness
Prevails,
Because work was too
Long and hard.

There are times
When a friend
is in need and
There’s nothing
Else left in the
Cupboard anyway,
Cereal will do.
Lucky Charms
Always suffice,
Those fake ass
Marshmallows getting
Stuck in your back molars.
But it’s fun.
Standing in the kitchen
At 2:00AM
Eating cereal and talking
**** about whoever
Pissed you off.

When at last you
Look down and find
A quarter cup of
Warm milk remaining
In your bowl,
You contemplate
Adding more cereal
To finish it off.
The cat meows with
Hope.
You dump just enough
Cereal to finish the milk.

Hey, sometimes the
Cat wins,
Sometimes he loses.

So raise your bowl!
Here’s a toast to every
Kind of cereal from
Fruity Pebbles
To those nasty
Grape-Nuts
(and them **** things
Are gross, hot OR cold!).

Through thick and thin,
Forever a consolation,
The tiny every day miracles
Of cereal.
©culmer2006