Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes

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Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence

Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence.

Today I am posting an echo verse poem that I recently posted in my Xanga blog.  Here is the definition taken from an excellent site that I reference regularly to learn about new poetry forms.  ”An Echo Verse is when the last word or syllable in a line is repeated or echoed underneath to form a rhyming line, normally ending as the last line being the title to the poem.”

Quietness can be peaceable.

Echo: Able.

It can bring pleasure,

Echo: Sure!

Or hide thoughts painful.

Echo: Full.

Or awkwardness induce.

Echo: Deuce!

Or pregnant with creative thought,

Echo: Ought,

There is action resulting.

Echo: TING!

Then back to repose.

Echo: Pose.

 Poem Copyright © 2014 Carolyn Justice

“. . . the Lord is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.”  (Habakkuk 2:20, KJV)                

MY INTEREST IN VISITORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD

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I love to meet friends from around the world. When I saw this visitor app, I thought … perfect, I can now keep track of where where my friends are all coming! I couldn’t find how to embed HTML code into my site. I kept trying different things, but without too much luck. I’d hoped to use it on FB, but learned that they do not support this program (though they used to do so). On my Xanga account (in the old days of Xanga), I knew how to do all sorts of stuff like this. Now on this new site — WordPress, I feel lost. I don’t “get” lots of stuff like badges, widgets, embedding, pressing, pinging, posts vs pages, etc. There is so much to learn (just in the terminology) that it can be overwhelming! confused smiley

I grew up as a child of missionary parents in the Philippines. For many years, I felt that although I am an American by birth, that I had more of a connection to the country in which I grew up. I felt closer sometimes to people of other cultures as well, or to other people who had grown up in a culture other than that of their parents’ (& thus their) citizenship. There is a term for this: “3rd Culture Kids” If you are interested in more information on this, you can click on this link to take you to a Wikipedia article on it.

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Some of the things that I realized about myself when we came to the U.S. to remain were that I was “different” from most of my American friends my age – as a teen, as a young adult, and even today as a senior citizen. I just don’t have the same cultural input as others of my age: same memories, education, experiences, etc. I grew up without t.v., movies, popular music, malls, values, etc. (Not saying any of this isn’t good … sometimes better!)

 

During my earliest years, I was the only white/American child in my town and church. During my years from 9-14, I lived on another island, and I had more friends from around the world when I attended a school for children of missionaries.

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When I came to the U.S. in the late 60’s, I didn’t “get” the whole “race” issue that seemed to be such a big deal in this country, especially at that time. I had always been the minority, and especially in my earliest years nearly all of my friends were various shades of brown, and I was perfectly happy with that “norm.”  Furthermore, the first year we were back in the U.S., both Martin Luther King, JR. and Bobby Kennedy were assassinated! I wasn’t so sure about this “new” country where I had come to live!

  I grew up in the three islands named: Cebu, MIndanao, & Luzon.The country of my birth, and where God brought me to live out the rest of my life (as far as I know).

Tonight I served a Filipino meal (not an unusual thing for me), mixed with some American things as well. Pictured: pork adobo, rice, tomatoes, and an American gulay (i.e. – vegetables).

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 I close with one of my favorite picture – quotes with my philosophy.

CHOOSE YOUR FRIENDS

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!

      I worked on a new poem tonight. This type of poem is a Tyburn. A Tyburn is a six line poem with a set syllable count. The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the 1st,                            2nd, 3rd, and 4th lines as the 5th to 8th syllables. The structure is:

      line 1 – 2 syllables

                                                                            line 2 – 2 syllables

                                                                            line 3 – 2 syllables

                                                                            line 4 – 2 syllables

                                                                            line 5 – 9 syllables

                                                                            line 6 – 9 syllables

                                                                             Caring,

                                                                             Bearing,

                                                                             Sparing,

                                                                             Sharing,

                                                                             Love provides the caring, bearing needs,

                                                                             To show God’s love: sparing, sharing deeds.

                                                                              Copyright © 2014 Carolyn Justice

Closing off here with a Valentine greeting to all of my friends. Hope you have a good Valentine’s Day, and that best                                                     of all you have experienced THE BEST VALENTINE of all!

                                                                                 TRIPLES with EMMA

A Riddle in Rhyme

I once had lots of flavor.

For folks to eat and savor.

A citrus type, or so they say.

And once was juicy all the way.

Tho quite small I brought great joys,

Specially to girls and boys!

I’m mostly (or all) without a seed.

Poem Copyright © 2014 Carolyn Justice

I’m easy to peel, oh yes indeed!

Can anyone guess just what I am?

I’m a dried-up clementine mandarin!

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