Life is a Boxing Match (Repost for TBT)

“Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder” Floyd Mayweather, Jr.

Boxing Match

The gloves are on
The arena awaits you
From the illusion of winning
Your head is spinning
The chanting getting louder
You’re feeling prouder

The plan was a clean fight
No hitting below the belt
The deal fitting your own self
No more time for flight
The crowd is cheering
You are leering

At the ding of the gong
The fight is on
Dancing around
Pulling punches
No one going down
The referee announces

No one is winning

It is time
To up the ante

The gloves come off
The game now on
You start to scoff
Your mind’s set only on the con
Spitting out words of slander
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander

Hair being torn
Nails like thorns
Feeling the scorn
Scratching, screaming
Ending only in
Real blood and tearing

No one is winning

It is time
For plan C

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What Ever! (Repost for TBT)

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“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman

What Ever!

You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play

But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace

What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella

So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave

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Writing 101, Day Seventeen, A map as your muse

Writing 101, Day Seventeen, A map as your muse

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“I don’t care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as he finishes the book” Roald Dahl,

Writing 101, Day Seventeen, A map as your muse

But the truth of the matter is, there are more maps in the world than anyone can count. Every person draws a map that shows themselves at the center.

— By Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

With maps, we tell tales about ourselves and the places we come from, that we miss, that we’ve reshaped in our minds. We use maps to identify and explore locations and points in between, to track movements, and to make sense of our lives — past and present.

Today, let a map be your muse. Select an area anywhere in the world on Google Maps (or your preferred online map tool), or a section on a paper map, and use this as inspiration for your post.

Some ideas:

* Tell us about your connection to a place.
* Pen a poem inspired by the area’s topography.
* Write a piece of memoir in the form of directions from point A to point B, in which each item reveals something about you or the area, like in Anna Fonte’s “How to Get There.”
* Use this geographic map as a model for a mental and more imaginary map, like this map of the lyrical essay from Nina Gaby.
* Switch to Street View and write a story based on what you see.
* Write an essay set in this location, like Dinty Moore’s Google Maps piece, “Mr. Plimpton’s Revenge.”
* If you don’t want to include a map, you can approach the assignment without one, like this personal essay by Maggie Messitt.
* If possible, include a photograph of your paper map, a screenshot of the online map, or an embedded Google Map in your post

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Go To:
“X” marks the Spot

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“X” marks the Spot

Writing 101, Day Seventeen, A map as your muse

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“Gold is a treasure, and he who possesses it does all he wishes to in this world, and succeeds in helping souls into paradise” Christopher Columbus

“X” marks the Spot

Looking for the pirate’s treasure
Nothing really can measure
The excitement and pleasure
And the feelings of pressure

An adventure for a lifetime
A tale before bedtime
A passage through time

When you finally reach
That one specific beach
And the day you siege
It is time to do as you preach

The treasure you found
Was right on the ground
What was once lost
Is now once more found

If you want to know
Come on, I will show
Your mind it will blow
But let’s take it slow

Maybe you were blind
But, look and you shall find
Finally without a strife
Only with, the purpose of life

After all
The X always marks the spot!

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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Three

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
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Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

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“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Three

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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Two

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

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“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Two

Tired Tuesday?
Keeping darkness at bay

Light snow in the early morning hours
Maybe later some hail and rain showers

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part One

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
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“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part One

Mundane Monday?
No, not today

Snow, snow and then some
What more is yet to come?

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

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Word Wide Wednesday Presents, Porvoo, Finland, Part Six

Posted in the series, World Wide Wednesday around the world in photographs
Photography, Poetry, Travel

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“I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr

Word Wide Wednesday Presents, Porvoo, Finland, Part Six

The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo…

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Word Wide Wednesday Presents, Porvoo, Finland, Part Five

Posted in the series, World Wide Wednesday around the world in photographs
Photography, Poetry, Travel

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“I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr

Word Wide Wednesday Presents, Porvoo, Finland, Part Five

The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo

Listen to the poll
And take little stroll
Pick up a doll
And do a little dance
Take a chance
On the wide expanse
Of the historic streets
Of Porvoo

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Quote A Week Tuesday #3, Part One

Posted in Quote A Week Tuesday & Poetry

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“There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship” Thomas Aquinas

Quote A Week Tuesday #3, Part One and Two

Today is time for two of my favourite quotes, and as usual, quite something to relate to:

The old adage “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer” (Sun Tzu) can easily be translated into “With friends like that, who needs enemas” (The Adventures of Ford Fairlane).

In my youth, yes, believe it, I did have one, it was often hard to know whom to trust and I grew a shell around my person, trying to keep disappointments outside. As I have aged, no not grown old, rather wiser (if even possible :P) the protective exterior has somewhat cracked and trusting people a little more has become easier. Not too much mind you, but just enough! That being said, a little mistrust never hurt anyone?

Meanwhile, enjoy my “little lesson in life” in part two:

Mistrust is such an Ugly Word

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