~ Blockage ~

Writer's Block © Adam Lyon

Ideas in decay
The mind riots against walls
To free graceful words

Decaying esteem
Begs for graceful flow of thoughts
Rioting in write
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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Yep...you guessed it LOL. I'm having issues. Feeling stupid anytime I write anything down.
Inspired by 3WW: Decay, Graceful, Riot

~ Feast for All ~

If Moon Came to Dinner © Leah@Creative_Every_Day

The sky painted black with splashes of novas
Like the splashes of wine from our glasses
With the twinkle of stars, God's sprinkles of salt
Flavors dreams that are dreamt by the masses

We open our minds, imagination shall dance
Hand in hand, we keep time with every step
To the chorus of heartbeats and our minds in sync
Celestial ballroom, moon lit - the tables set

Fine china of Promise, like treasured porcelain
Holds knowledge and lessons - food for thought
We taste both the bitter, the succulent and sweet
Become full with the wisdom we've sought

We hold up our drinks in an ethereal toast
For our differences, glasses clank - yet none shatter
Guest list: Everyone, young or old, weak or fit
It's in our stories, we learn what really matters
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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Inspired by Sunday Scribbling's Fantasy Dinner Party.
It's out there, but when I found that picture, it just took off from there.

*Pfft...this is what I get for not reading...well I read it but the question being...was I paying attention lol! So..I was only supposed to invite seven to this dinner party. Interpret that as seven at a time or tables of seven. There are so many people both living and dead I'd love to meet.

~ Stargazer ~

Her mystical illusion comes alive
In midnight's magnificent splendor
So simple and yet so Divine
Her silhouette hints utter surrender

She's an audience to stars and galaxies
Their concert of twinkles and glow
Planetary orbits choreography
God's celestial, magical show

Hardened warrior, gentle nymph
Her character is strength and so raw
She cradle's God's tears, sways with the winds
Endures change in her Springs and her Falls

She's a Mother, Protector, a House of Love
To many a diverse family
Shelters the weak and the mighty tough
Both the furry and feathered species

Even the creepy and crawlies seek her
She's a world so all her own
She's cradled the creative dreamers and thinkers
And children in forts called her home

She carries her burdens, endures with time
Her diversity and beauty inviting
Her illusion so subtle, not well defined
Yet, you stare for her wisdom's enticing

So simple her lesson, naturally pruned
Leaves whisper in hope kissed breeze
Stargazer, her aura, the light of the moon
Reminds humanity to Love and to dream
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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The picture doesn't do her justice. This tree is more spectacular in the middle of the night, with just the stars and the moon, and the distant lights illuminating her. On the right hand side of the picture, though it's very angular in this shot taken at dusk, in darkness you see a chin, and nose, and the curves as if it is a face, tilted upward, as if it was a stargazer. Then on the left, with the branches going everywhere, that's her hair. It's a stunning illusion, and I have spent quite a bit of time at night sitting on the step just in awe of it. It just feels magical, and inspiring, and I finally had to sit and pen something for her.

~ Ink to Paper ~

Ink to paper, flowing swift

Words come into view
Delicate, or scribbling
Old words are made anew

Put in patterns, some unique
Flows out a masterpiece
Of lost and found, joy or pain
Expressing bits of me

Everyone should grab a pen
The stress this so relieves
Express the pain and happiness
And thoughts alive and free

It doesn't matter, messy or neat
Paper crisp, or crinkled and ripped
Let out this voice within our minds
Ever flowing, the thoughts, heaven sent

One lonely phrase can so inspire
A story or prose of great worth
May only be yours and never published
These works, your thumbprint on earth

Future family may gaze upon
Their hands will touch the page
And with a smile, will wipe back tears
They’ll imagine you during your day

These bits of you, reflects in them
Recorded is your very nature
Lost forever, they’d never had known
If you hadn’t put ink to paper

~© Bobbie Sandlin~

~ For Michael ~

©Bobbie Sandlin

My world off kilter, off key
My world so out of tune
A still and deafening silence
By the light of the midnight moon

The artist suddenly left us
His legacy in song
My piece of heart is missing
Surreal and yet so wrong

He was but the Master's brush
His dance so smooth and flowing
His canvas was the stage and hearts
Innovation, all his knowing

He sang out just to Thrill us
To unite the common man
Come Together, Heal the World
It is the Divine's plan

But alas, he is now silenced
Entombed and gold and roses
Speculation, crazy making
The world is all but frozen

Hearts cry out, "What do we do?"
We're numb in pain and tears
Teach our children, love one and all
Shed hate and conquer fears

He left a call to action
We'll get up march on
Humanity, unite in peace
It's love that keeps us strong

One day we'll hear a melody
All nations, races and creeds
Forever changed, our hearts and minds
He's planted angelic seeds

It's up to us to reap them
To hum sweet harmonies
Orchestrated, composed by God
This was sweet Michael's dream



June 25th, I was saddened to learn Michael Jackson passed away. It was weird. My life passed before my eyes, only in music. My husband was even struck in shock. "You Are Not Alone" was playing in the background of our honeymoon...I still can't listen to it lol. I can remember as a kid, closing the door to my room, putting my Thriller cassette into my tape player and dancing my heart out. I'll never forget the first time I saw the Thriller video. The music teacher rolled in the TV and VHS, popped the tape in and the entire class was just wowed. I can still remember that Billy Lucas had the red jacket with the zippers lol.
Michael's later years of course were marred with controversy. I was always a fan, never believed the allegations, and so I did a lot of searching. www.whoismichael.com is a good place to start. I was shocked and angered at the way the press twisted his life. I was even more angered when I learned how huge a humanitarian he was, you know...the great stuff that the press never reported on. Finding a little boy named Farko a liver. The fact that he spent a lot of time on tours visiting orphanages and hospitals handing out toys and reading to kids.
Then I was reading and watching videos where he described his creative process...and I was floored, especially when he described writing. How basically he just moved out of the way and let God work. When he danced, it wasn't method, it was feeling. It dawned on me the only time I felt THAT connected was when I was writing, right after my seizure. In the beginning, a flow would hit, I'd scribble it on paper, and then just die at what I wrote and cry...I couldn't believe it. It's not about how good the poetry is...it's the connection to the Divine. I just have this insane drive to write now. Where it leads me? I have no idea. But this poem For Michael was just wrapping my head around it all, shutting out the press, and contemplating on his life...and appreciating the Good.