tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32045938789193600312024-02-21T08:17:28.718-07:00Out of the Blue...a story, a poem, or twoThis site is dedicated to my writing of stories and poetry. I hope that you will stay, browse, dream and get lost in my writings. Enjoy.Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-665034689650773732024-01-05T14:08:00.000-07:002024-01-05T14:08:53.072-07:00Let It Be, What Is ...a poem<p><b><u> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Let It Be, What Is</span></u></b></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Poem by Michelle Marie/Mary Magdalene/Naila Moon</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Copyright January 4, 2023</b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I walk in the darkness only to be led by </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">an <span style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><a style="animation-name: none !important; color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>almost full moon. </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I'm led by a small splattering of stars,</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">the air crisp and so cool,</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I can see my breath in front of me. </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I remember I'm breathing, </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I'm alive!</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I see a streak in the clouds.</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Is that the hand of the Creator trying to touch me,</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">to move me gently forward into something unknown? </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I move forward in the darkness </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">step by step.</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I don't question my existence </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">because I know </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">that I'm here for something greater.</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I just wish sometimes I knew what that was. But, I also know that it's okay not to know, </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">for that is where the Creator is speaking to the heart.</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Get out of your mind!</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">I said, get out of your mind!</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Let It Be, what is.</div></div>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-23458184817177053752022-10-03T13:47:00.000-06:002022-10-03T13:47:04.272-06:00Most Beautiful One!...a poem<p><b><u>Most Beautiful One!</u></b></p><p><b>A poem by Michelle Marie/Mary Magdalene/Sedona/Naila Moon</b></p><p><b>copyright October 3, 2022</b></p><p><br /></p><p>You are</p><p>Most beautiful,</p><p>Indeed you are!</p><p>Your beauty </p><p>Makes me cry</p><p>Just thinking of you.</p><p>YESHUA</p><p>Being </p><p>In your presence</p><p>Is everything.</p><p>I am</p><p>Humbled.</p><p>I am</p><p>Purified.</p><p>YESHUA</p><p>I see you,</p><p>See me,</p><p>See others,</p><p>See the world.</p><p>YESHUA</p><p>Your radiance</p><p>Is blinding,</p><p>But,</p><p>It is warm</p><p>As the suns rays.</p><p>I can</p><p>Bask in it.</p><p>YESHUA</p><p>Your message</p><p>Is clear.</p><p>Love.</p><p>Hope.</p><p>Peace.</p><p>YESHUA</p><p>What more</p><p>Could anyone ask for?</p><p>What more</p><p>Could anyone want?</p><p>YESHUA</p><p>I love you.</p>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-14280847076691754592022-06-19T02:12:00.007-06:002022-06-19T02:12:51.746-06:00Flame Raging! ...a poem<p><u><b> Flame Raging! </b></u><u><b>A poem </b></u></p><p><u><b>by Michelle Marie Hudson aka Mary Magdalene aka Naila Moon</b></u></p><p><u><b>Copyright June 19, 2022</b></u></p><p>I was walking </p><p>Down an unknown road.</p><p>Oh, so slowly</p><p>My mind was reeling</p><p>In pain.</p><p>So, much pain.</p><p>I felt lost</p><p>To the world.</p><p>A body</p><p>With nothing to hold it up.</p><p>I ran smack into </p><p>Your essence.</p><p>You smiled</p><p>And poured out your</p><p>Light to me.</p><p>It shown so brightly</p><p>That I had to put on my sunglasses.</p><p>Recognition.</p><p>Flame!</p><p>Wow, my heart</p><p>Is on fire.</p><p>I see you</p><p>See me.</p><p>My head</p><p>Held high.</p><p>For the first time</p><p>I stepped high</p><p>Swift as a gazelle.</p><p>Name change.</p><p>Truth</p><p>Told.</p><p>Raging,</p><p>Burning,</p><p>Looking into my soul.</p><p>Winning.</p>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-83839393964349022842022-06-08T22:58:00.000-06:002022-06-08T22:58:27.518-06:00Drowning (tenative) ...a poem #poetry #mypoetry<p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Drowning (Tentative title)</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;">by Michelle Marie H aka Naila Moon</p><p style="text-align: center;">copyright June 8, 2022</p><p><br /></p><p>Feel like I am </p><p>In a sea of illusion.</p><p>Feeling</p><p>Confusion.</p><p>Right or left</p><p>Which way to go?</p><p>People pretending.</p><p>Wanting a piece </p><p>Of me</p><p>Then flee.</p><p>Cast off like</p><p>Nothing.</p><p>I am supposed</p><p>To not feel</p><p>Or want</p><p>Or need.</p><p>No!<br /></p><p>I am just supposed </p><p>To be</p><p>Or so they say.</p><p>I am</p><p>Nothing.</p><p>Flames</p><p>Rise</p><p>And </p><p>Fall.</p><p>Souls </p><p>Do too.</p><p>I am supposed </p><p>To be strong.</p><p>I am supposed</p><p>To withstand</p><p>It all.</p><p>Instead</p><p>I am crying</p><p>Alone</p><p>And </p><p>drowning.</p><p>See</p><p>Me.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-66390699001978735672021-04-13T00:46:00.000-06:002021-04-13T00:46:03.307-06:00Love...a poem<p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Love</u> </b></p><p style="text-align: center;">By Michelle Hudson aka Naila Moon</p><p style="text-align: center;">copyright April 12, 2021</p><p><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p>Love is speaking ,</p><p> Healing my hurt heart.</p><p> It is flooding open wide.</p><p> I can't figure it out.</p><p> I knew you were playing me before,</p><p> But I could not let go of you.</p><p> Then you changed in an instant. </p><p>A heart began to see me.</p><p>Bleeding open wide.</p><p>Your love grows immeasurable.</p><p>A heart needing oneness</p><p>With me.</p><p>You are longing for</p><p>My touch.</p><p>A sweetness</p><p>That will take us</p><p>To the moon and back.</p><p>You want to bathe</p><p>In the glow of my love.</p><p>Have I been foolish</p><p>To let you in to my heart so soon?</p><p>I hope not,</p><p>Because I want you,</p><p>I crave you,</p><p>I need you,</p><p>To be mine.</p></blockquote>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-12758204434022506112021-03-22T00:31:00.005-06:002021-03-22T00:31:44.211-06:00Sadness Over What Could Have Been...a poem<p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><u>Sadness Over What Could Have Been</u></b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>A poem by Michelle H. aka Naila Moon copyrighted 3/21/2021</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I had hoped to hear from you,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Today,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Sometime.</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You seem to have become,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">A ghost. </span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I hate this wedge,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The one that got driven,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Over a misunderstanding?</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I don't think so,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Maybe I have been fooling myself. </span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wanted this to be real.</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wanted you to be real.</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Not someone trying to gain...</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">What?</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Power.</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Money.</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">A good laugh,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">At my expense?</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">I want to believe that,</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">You desire me,</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Want to have me.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Live a possible life,</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Together.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">But no.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">It looks like,</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">You probably</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Lied.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">For that,</span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">I am,</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #263238; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Sad.</span></span></p>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-73330824478355721772021-01-09T04:54:00.000-07:002021-01-09T04:54:37.270-07:00I Say Goodbye Again...a reposted poem #SepiaSaturday #mypoetry #telegrams<p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYHDSqA8Wkp6QUMvP4eL4D_7Y24PNWYD976xJjjmb6wCnqy9B1oHt1CEvRUou66bUXxRJtHC-7sUzyyakDfiTi_VQH-6_5nZOfje1RIHkgoOhD0bDxEix0cH-7idGK8-_fAFfTGxYSCvI/s474/OIP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="347" data-original-width="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYHDSqA8Wkp6QUMvP4eL4D_7Y24PNWYD976xJjjmb6wCnqy9B1oHt1CEvRUou66bUXxRJtHC-7sUzyyakDfiTi_VQH-6_5nZOfje1RIHkgoOhD0bDxEix0cH-7idGK8-_fAFfTGxYSCvI/s320/OIP.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /> </span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: underline;">I Say Goodbye Again</span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b00fe; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: 700;">By: Michelle H. aka Naila Moon </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b00fe; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: 700;">Copyrighted 2009-All rights reserved</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: underline;">NOTE: This is a repost from a poem I wrote in 2009. It fits this vintage photo I found online in the public commons section.</span></span></span></p><br /><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">I said goodbye to you</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">And kissed you on your cheek</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">You were off to war</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">And we couldn't hardly speak.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">You told me not to worry</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">That you would be home soon</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">And you hoped some great guys</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Would be in your platoon.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">I got all your letters</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">And cherished each and every one</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Just hoping for the day</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">That you could see</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Your new born son.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Then one rainy morning</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">On a Sunday afternoon</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">I received a telegram</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">That told the story</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Of your death too soon.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">The purple heart arrived</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">In testament to your valor</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">I hold it close to me</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">And cry at this very hour.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">For now, I must kiss you</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">And say goodbye again,</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">To my husband, my love,</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">And my eternal best friend.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">---------------------------------------</span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Notes...</span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">I cannot imagine ever having to receive one of these.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Unfortunately, my grandparents did. It was about my uncle who was serving in the Peace Corp. He did not want to go into the military like his brothers but still wanted to serve his country. I never got to meet him for he died serving just before my parents were married.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Here are some other ones I found.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADx5P0H0ioUHrH7d_qfw5a3AsyiHbQn2PWjxFRGJrlUnRkBckPw0iWiycC3AxAGC1i7AGgAH5tGXS8RFmwgT29Nj_DDnM2CbXq0lRY1ggxe5i4BJyWR6F0AEhZPjY67Zatnu5YVVYLyur/s735/f6857859d630248d6a024de2f93b6dd9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="735" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADx5P0H0ioUHrH7d_qfw5a3AsyiHbQn2PWjxFRGJrlUnRkBckPw0iWiycC3AxAGC1i7AGgAH5tGXS8RFmwgT29Nj_DDnM2CbXq0lRY1ggxe5i4BJyWR6F0AEhZPjY67Zatnu5YVVYLyur/s320/f6857859d630248d6a024de2f93b6dd9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryrwlLgvbq4iTEQsyyFI58oAExFBs4KKhdVmllxwrVY4SSe875qz_vKtbOkShGCOqt9o7MwL2m7hEgIlt1nqsMIOUTyr1b5Jza7kgKSOYK2rPFGUCG6ybInTgqHjz8tSnn1KczjVIlnCs/s474/OIP+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryrwlLgvbq4iTEQsyyFI58oAExFBs4KKhdVmllxwrVY4SSe875qz_vKtbOkShGCOqt9o7MwL2m7hEgIlt1nqsMIOUTyr1b5Jza7kgKSOYK2rPFGUCG6ybInTgqHjz8tSnn1KczjVIlnCs/s320/OIP+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-50875311745954545242021-01-09T03:35:00.001-07:002021-01-09T03:35:54.851-07:00Opened Door...a poem<div><b><u>Opened Door</u></b></div><div><b>By Me, Michelle H. aka Naila Moon</b></div><div><b>copyrighted 1/9/2021</b></div><div><b>All rights reserved</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div>I opened the door and asked you to come in<div>But you were not there.</div><div><br /></div><div>An emptiness enveloped me</div><div>Before I could close it again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Loneliness of time gone by</div><div>Broke me in half.</div><div><br /></div><div>Words.</div><div><br /></div><div>Images.</div><div><br /></div><div>Places.</div><div><br /></div><div>Romance.</div><div><br /></div><div>All gone</div><div>Within a whoosh.</div><div><br /></div><div>I looked for help to the walls of my room</div><div>But nothing struck back at me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Self.</div><div><br /></div><div>Isolation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Depression.</div><div><br /></div><div>I grasped the door knob</div><div>Hoping for some relief from the pain.</div><div><br /></div><div>Grief.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anger.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bargaining.</div><div><br /></div><div>Acceptance?</div><div>No.</div><div><br /></div><div>But in the end</div><div>I will close the door.</div><div><br /></div><div>And start over.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-3766270951033021372020-08-24T21:50:00.000-06:002020-08-24T21:50:03.477-06:00Double Decker Woes by Michelle H. #SepiaSaturday #FlashFliction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh, I am so late, so, so late. It figures the bus is crowed. Maybe I can get a seat up top. Why oh, why did my meeting have to go on so long? She'll forgive me for being late. I wonder what we will have for dinner?<br />
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At least Mr. Giles liked my art work. Hopefully, I can start the project before the baby comes. Margaret has not been on the nest too long, it is possible. Maybe I should design something for the nursery. Yes, she would like that.<br />
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Oh, this bus! Where did all these people come from anyway? We aren't on holiday.<br />
I have to purchase a ticket. Wallet, wallet, where is my wallet? Oh yes, it is in the case with my drawings.<br />
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Get it together man! I won the project and have a baby coming, but the pressure, it is already killing me. I can do this. I know I can!<br />
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But, first, I need to get on the damnable bus!<br />
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NOTE: The photo is not mine and is a prompt for this piece of fiction that is. This is my first entry for a series I found called, Sepia Saturday. I hope you enjoyed the flash fiction. ~Michelle H. 8/24/2020<br />
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More double deckers: Look at these racing ones! I do not know who to credit the photo to. It was found on Pinterest.<br />
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<br />Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-53106734437837697382020-07-13T18:38:00.004-06:002020-07-13T18:38:54.529-06:00Scared...A poem <b><u> Scared</u></b><br />
A Poem by Michelle (Hudson) Richards<br />
Previously undated or posted<br />
All rights reserved 2020<br />
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The moon is my muse<br />
and darkness my guide.<br />
<br />
I am swept into the abyss<br />
as the pen glides across<br />
the life beats of my heart.<br />
<br />
Echos of sanity is near<br />
but too far for me<br />
to reach out and touch them.<br />
<br />
I can only see the unknown<br />
and it scares me.Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-84161913937916045122019-01-03T21:32:00.000-07:002019-01-03T21:32:07.262-07:00December Winds...a poem<br />
December winds<br />
Blow in today<br />
Bring cold<br />
And snow<br />
And actually,<br />
Love my way.<br />
<br />
For the most holy<br />
Of holy<br />
Special Days<br />
The Creator gave me<br />
Yet another gift this day.<br />
<br />
For you see<br />
This December<br />
Christmas Day,<br />
I married the love of my life<br />
In a most special way.<br />
<br />
I could not have asked<br />
For a better gift<br />
Than to spend<br />
My life<br />
With a man<br />
Such as this.<br />
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To my husband on our 1st Anniversary, December 25, 2009. I love you.<br />
~MichelleMichelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-10773186106001329012019-01-03T20:20:00.000-07:002020-07-13T18:22:43.458-06:00Hope...A Poem<b><u>Hope</u></b><br />
<b>by Michelle (Hudson) Richards aka Naila Moon</b><br />
<b>copyright Jan. 3, 2019</b><br />
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I sit upon my hands<br />
Entrenched with anger.<br />
I look out onto the sea<br />
With a hope of a new future.<br />
The waves wash over me<br />
Like a newborn removed<br />
From its mother.<br />
I feel a calmness<br />
Invade my innermost thoughts<br />
And I am now free.<br />
<br />Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-72345891716758760812018-01-07T22:51:00.000-07:002018-01-07T22:51:37.067-07:00A Quiet Need...a poem<b><u>A Quiet Need</u></b><br />
<b>by Michelle H. aka Naila Moon</b><br />
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In the quietest of moments,<br />
I feel loneliness<br />
that I cannot shake.<br />
<br />
A longing,<br />
A want.<br />
<br />
No!<br />
<br />
A need,<br />
That has festered within me.<br />
<br />
I have needed it so long now<br />
That I am nothing but<br />
A whisp<br />
Of myself.<br />
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What do I do?<br />
<br />
I suppose,<br />
I listen,<br />
Wait,<br />
And hope.<br />
<br />Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-91679764788897258072016-05-23T22:57:00.001-06:002016-05-23T22:57:33.593-06:00Our Libraries...A thoughtful story<span class="insertedphoto"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Our Libraries</span><br />
By: Michelle R<img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png" /> aka Naila Moon<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"> It is said, "When someone dies a library is burnt."</span><br />
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I was 33 years old. A young, single, hard-working mom of two. I had a decent job in a busy, bustling home care agency in Missouri.<br />
Over the years, I had heard of special clients who had passed on. I even had my own share of special people who had died in my life. I watched my Paw-Paw for weeks die right before my eyes. I saw both of my Great-Grandmothers, an uncle, and two close friends and just last year my beloved Grandma and my Dad. However, through all of that, nothing would prepare me for the events and the silence that followed, that occurred on September 11, 2001.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">It is said, " When someone dies a library is burnt."</span><br />
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I had more than once used this phrase before. I had even meditated on its meaning but on September 11th the meaning became all too clear. The meaning took on something huge! Something, that even after I sit here and write these words, I simply could not fathom was happening. For those of us that were able to remember, we saw right before our eyes 3000 plus people perish before us. We saw New York in flames. Was this New York's libraries burning of those 3000 plus people? Maybe that is so.<br />
My question is were they forgotten? I do not think so, but their knowledge, their infectious smiles, their laughter, their entire being is gone. The meaning is there: in other words each of their libraries was perished in that fateful loss.<br />
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So here it is, eleven years later, We as a people have taken more books off our own shelves. We have learned, we have grown and we are stronger. We also, do not forget so easily. Well, at least I don't.<br />
I know one thing is for sure. I will never again walk in to or see a library the same way. I will not see the rows upon rows of books and not think of all those men, women and children.<br />
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Yes, your libraries have been burnt but you are not forgotten!Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-19070867778182217932016-02-18T01:09:00.001-07:002016-02-18T01:09:16.794-07:00In the Moonbeam...a poem<b><u>In the Moonbeam</u></b><br />
<b>by MR aka Naila Moon</b><br />
<b>All rights reserved Feb. 2016</b><br />
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I looked out on the horizon of the night.<br />
The moon shown brightly,<br />
As moonbeams struck the Earth below.<br />
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I called out your name<br />
As if you were there,<br />
Waiting for me,<br />
<br />
I desperately searched,<br />
To catch a glimpse<br />
Of the love you used to have<br />
For me.<br />
<br />
You were not there.<br />
<br />
I only saw shadows dancing<br />
In the beams of what had been.<br />
A distant likeness,<br />
Now,<br />
Gone.<br />
<br />
I attempted to hold<br />
those shadows<br />
But they only fell through my fingers,<br />
Displaying only memories<br />
Of time gone by.<br />
<br />
I continued to wait,<br />
Hoping,<br />
Living,<br />
Breathing,<br />
But in the end,<br />
<br />
You were not there,<br />
And I had to move on,<br />
<br />
Alone.<br />
<br />
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<br />Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-8771559953958836582015-08-29T21:59:00.004-06:002015-08-29T22:00:53.383-06:00Writing Her Heart Out...A Story in 100 Words<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">by MR aka Naila Moon</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Leslie looked down at the paper in front of her. It was a blank sheet staring at her, begging her to put pen to paper. The blue lines were meshing into each other; they blurred and twisted wildly, fighting for attention. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Panic rose up in side of Leslie’s throat, squeezing the air she was trying to breathe. Her thoughts consumed her as she tapped her pen against her flushed cheek.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She had pulled an all-nighter before this big day. She knew the material. She began to write the essay with all her heart.</span><br />
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<br />Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-5284419209944194872015-06-10T05:15:00.001-06:002015-06-10T05:15:08.140-06:00Unfair...a poem<b><u>Unfair</u></b><br />
<b>By MR aka Naila Moon</b><br />
<b>All rights reserved </b><br />
<b>June 2015</b><br />
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I am a mess of flesh,<br />
supposedly written<br />
before I had the chance<br />
to decide.<br />
<br />
Unfair it seems.<br />
<br />
I am riddled with dreams<br />
of the past<br />
but not<br />
of the future.<br />
<br />
They haunt me<br />
and I do not<br />
sleep.<br />
<br />
Unfair it seems.<br />
<br />
What am I to do?<br />
Drugs.<br />
Therapy.<br />
Anxiety.<br />
Depression.<br />
<br />
Unfair it seems.<br />
<br />
Yet, here I sit<br />
with it all.<br />
Waiting for<br />
the next step<br />
to happiness again.<br />
<br />
Unfair it seems.<br />
<br />
<br />Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-12349360567253775812015-03-29T16:36:00.002-06:002015-03-29T16:36:37.379-06:00#Fi50 Kernel of Truth...Fiction in 50 Words CHallenge<div>
<b><u>Kernel of Truth</u></b></div>
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<b>by MR aka Naila Moon</b></div>
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<b>All rights reserved March 29, 2015</b></div>
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He scoured the paper with wide open eyes. <div>
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He flipped each page carefully as if it was silk being run through his fingers.</div>
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"Huh!" he'd exclaim as the next page filled his brain. "Is there a kernel of truth in this?"</div>
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Headline: Green baby alien born to New Jersey couple.</div>
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Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-86918720278553783762015-02-22T19:39:00.001-07:002015-02-22T19:39:31.417-07:00Sincerely Yours...50 Words Challenge #Fi50Dearest,<br />
<br />
Our life together has been, shall we say, interesting.<br />
<br />
Waking up next to you with that green stuff on your face and curlers in your hair has been fabulous. I was in awe of it.<br />
<br />
But now, I am seeing someone who actually shaves her legs.<br />
<br />
Sincerely yours,<br />
RitaMichelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-66299507582108529982015-02-22T18:28:00.002-07:002015-02-22T18:28:43.638-07:00Red Faced... a poem<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: white; color: #4d4d4d; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;">
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<b>by MR/aka Naila Moon</b><br /><b>All rights reserved 2015</b><br /><br />Gently I looked out my window onto the horizon.<br /><br />There I saw her,<br />hair dirty,<br />clothes unkempt,<br />and holes in her blue jean pockets.<br /><br />She was just a wisp of a thing.<br />She moved slowly.<br />Obviously,<br />the world was bearing down on her shoulders.<br /><br />I watched her.<br />Children ran by,<br />cars avoided her,<br />and people walked by<br />not noticing.<br /><br />Or did they?<br /><br />I did,<br />and my face went red,<br />the heat bellowing,<br />to the depths<br />of my soul.<br /><br />It hurt me to know<br />that this woman,<br />this lost soul,<br />was looking for food,<br />in my garbage container<br />just outside my window.<br /><br />It hurt me to know<br />that she just wanted someone<br />to see her,<br />to notice her,<br />as they ran by,<br />not caring,<br /><br />I did.<br />I cared.<br /><br />But by the time I took<br />action,<br />she was gone.<br /><br />Life had moved on<br />for her.<br /><br />For me,<br />time stood still<br />for a moment.<br /><br />Once again,<br />my face went red,<br />as I realized,<br />I have a good life.<br />-----------------------</div>
Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-71858290045706571852015-01-26T08:30:00.000-07:002015-01-26T08:30:01.671-07:00A Dawning Realisation...In 50 Words #Fi50<b><u>A Dawning Realisation</u></b><br />
<b>by MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf </b><br />
<b>Jan. 23, 2015</b><br />
<b>All Rights Reserved</b><br />
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Quietly contemplating the entire situation, she hoped to gain some momentum to stand up. She nursed her bruised arm as she held it close. Her face began to swell as blood ran down her neck. In that dawning realisation, she knew he would never touch her again or die trying!Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-17689319566411238032014-12-07T03:39:00.000-07:002014-12-07T03:39:47.660-07:00Quoted Quilts...A poem (Reposted from April 2014)<b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;"><u>Quoted Quilts</u></b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">By MR aka Naila Moon</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">All rights reserved 2014</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Quietly I quilted quotes on a Spring day.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Stitching gently without a quirk.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">Quintuplet quotes spread across the quilt.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">My hands did not quiver,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">But ran smoothly in a quick pace.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">No one quibbled about my quotes upon my quilt,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">And I am sure you will not either.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">For you are quite content</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">To watch my quest,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">To finish my quality of quoted quilts.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px;">For I am the queen of them.</span>Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-34793052303790136932014-08-28T17:22:00.000-06:002014-08-28T17:22:56.395-06:00Gone by MR aka Naila Moon...a poem<u><b>Gone</b></u><br />
<b>by M.R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf</b><br />
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I have a hurt so entrenched<br />
That my soul cries.<br />
<br />
Wounded<br />
Does not begin to describe<br />
My pain.<br />
<br />
I had hoped<br />
For a better outcome<br />
But,<br />
Suffering seems to be<br />
My life.<br />
<br />
Why cannot I have love<br />
And<br />
Be loved?<br />
<br />
Why do thing always seem<br />
One sided?<br />
<br />
Why do I have to feel<br />
Rejected again?<br />
<br />
Why!<br />
<br />
I have been subjected to<br />
Being stabbed in the heart.<br />
Over<br />
And<br />
Over<br />
And<br />
Over.<br />
<br />
I feel like<br />
Nothing.<br />
My happiness<br />
Gone.Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-8490950915219681112014-02-14T17:58:00.002-07:002014-02-14T17:58:27.858-07:00The Song of Love...a poem<b><u>The Song of Love</u></b><br />
<b>By MR aka Naila Moon</b><br />
<b>All Rights Reserved Feb. 14, 2014</b><br />
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My heart beats like a song played over and over.<br />
You are my lover, my chosen one.<br />
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You manage to pluck the strings just right,<br />
So my soul soars like that of an eagle.<br />
<br />
A song raises within me<br />
Hopeful to be with you.<br />
<br />
Oh, how it sings!<br />
The notes rise higher and higher<br />
As your love for me grows in syncopated breaths.<br />
<br />
Ah, how lovely that is.<br />
Sweet purity in voice,<br />
And total beauty.<br />
<br />
Oh, how I love you.<br />
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.Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204593878919360031.post-15406969650119782812014-01-07T23:23:00.002-07:002014-01-07T23:23:09.212-07:00Writer's Block...a poem<b><u>Writer's Block</u></b><br />
By MR aka Naila Moon<br />
All rights reserved January, 7, 2014<br />
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Looking down at the blank sheet<br />
I saw<br />
Nothing!<br />
<br />
How could this be?<br />
I know the letters can form<br />
Words.<br />
<br />
I know that the words<br />
Can form<br />
Sentences.<br />
<br />
Yet, here I am.<br />
Staring.<br />
Wondering.<br />
Hoping.<br />
Screaming!<br />
Praying,<br />
My way through this.<br />
<br />
Why me?<br />
Why now?<br />
<br />
I must break through.<br />
I must have ink to the paper.<br />
I must form the words.<br />
I must...<br />
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Oh, failure!Michelle aka Naila Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.com1