The Year of Dragon has dawned.
‘Tis the Year of Blue Dragon cycled
In 60th years, 10 heavens, 12 earths,
East of the Sun, Spring with fortunes.
Happy New Year 🤗🤓⭐️🧚♀️🍀
Tag: verse
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Nativity Haiku: Merry Christmas 💫
Image from Google The baby came to the world,
The light filled the manger,
The star shined bright,
The world became a delight.
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Prompt 46
What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
On the top of the world My favorite physical exercise is hiking on the top of the hill, and I love looking at the world down under and the skies high above, to which I feel closer with a touch of my hand.
The pleasure is watching the wind from faraway seas herd a flock of clouds like a celestial shepherd. And an eagle breasting the never-ending abundance of air follows a trail of the Sun Chariot to return to the castle east of the sun, west of the moon.
The delight is listening to the sussurs of the trees. It’s the wind speaking through the leaves, carrying the messages from my guardian angel I long to hear.
Hiking is not only a physical exercise but also a mental refreshment that nourishes your holistic wellness free of charge in the luxuriant Nature’s Spa. ❤️🌸✨🧚♀️
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prompt 40
Are you more of a night or morning person?
I am a lunar person who wakes up early when the morning dew is released as the Moon returns her home before the Sun Chariot and writes late in the evening when the stars are serenading the Moon.
Days are for the Bread and Nights for the Mind. When I am off from work at home, I watch movies during the day and write at night, followed by reading my Kindle. I feel my creative streak comes out when the sun goes down, just as my cats become more active at the same time. Perhaps my nocturnal tendencies spring from being a Tiger animal sign, born at 7 o’clock on a wintry night. The words appear in flights of fancy, and the images conjure up in a phantasmagorical display on a magical mirror. Perhaps it’s the lunar power that draws me into the mysteries of the world that has never been. Or is it the lunar power in me thas has never been known?
Oh, and did I mention I wake up at the Witching Hour now and then? My two cats, Toro and Camille, know it too, but they are only glad to see me waking so I can give them nightly treats. I feel welcome in the World of Night. ⭐️🌟💫✨🧚♀️
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On the Nancy’s Steps
Photo Credit: Londonist
Source: https://londonist.com/london/history/where-are-nancy-s-steps-and-why-do-they-lie-to-usThere are stairs called “Nancy’s Steps”
at the London Bridge on the Thames
where Nancy used to walk up and down
from her den to the world, back to the den
to live a life God cared less with neglect
with nothing more than her untainted heart
flowing milk of kindness and compassion
into the neverending faith of humanity alone
Even if it betrayed her and bullied her in tatters;
She pitied an orphaned boy named Oliver
And protected himself from the world under
Until the blindfolded Goddess Fortuna span
The Wheel of Fortune to the fateful turn
To which all her wishes were forefeited
As her already wretched body was battered
With the compass of the wheel bludgeoned
Her life with the heart cherished with love;
With the blows upon her still young head
all her hopes for the beauty of life shattered
and her tears rolling down her cold cheeks
turned into liquid drops of pearls and crystals,
and then, with a cry of the heart, she departed.
or thought she, for she knew not what happened
from dusk till dawn, wandering and waiting
on the fateful steps, asking if you’d seen the boy. -
Tabby Toro
Of all the cats that alone walked
There’s none like Tabby Toro;
He is the sweet of my heart
And he likes to sleep at my feet.
There’s no cat in the world
is half so sweet as Tabby Toro;
He is the sweet of my heart
And he likes to sleep at my feet.The soft furs are like a great fluffy pillow
his little heart pounding at my feet
with the brilliant eyes riveting billow
bright sparkles of emerald secret
he keeps from the faraway star
where he was once a little prince;
He is the sweet of my heart
And he likes to sleep at my feet.My mother tells me all the time
that I love Tabby Toro too much,
And, but for him, silent I am
Smiling at the taunts and sighs such;
But pity not, for I am fine as long as
I feel the little heart at my feet,
And I know there’s Tabby Toro
He is the sweet of my heart
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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