Saturday, May 12, 2018

mother's Day Wish

a mother is a flag pole
she holds half of the sky
worrying free

rain or shine
a mother is there
trusting her children to grow up

days and months
years and decades
a mother is there, praying

a mother is a day of sweet treatment
Happy Mother's day is here
profound thoughts fly through our ear

a mother has good wishes
she wishes a relative to remain strong
she gives a small word for that peaceful lord

Image result for amelia baby amelia has big dreams, which makes her mother happy

Image result for amelia   amelia Windsor is a woman from musical chorce
Related image  Vince (ADW) is a pokemon Amino who loves Amelia

Friday, April 20, 2018

poetry and story inn fridays week 18

Image result for katie holmes  katie holmes

Image result for angelina jolie and brad pitt kids  angela jolie and brad pitt, their children

Image result for tom and katie and suri  family and bounds

Image result for donald trump and melania trump    barron, donald, and melania

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

short story slam week 87, blogging from a to z in april, G is for Gordon Moore from San Francisco, Silicon Valley


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Image result for gordon moore and robert noyce 

Gordon Moore used to be a good friend to Robert Noyce,
they appear at Intel museum
Image result for intel museum 

Image result for Brian Krzanich   Brian Krzanich, ceo of intel

G is a interesting letter
G is for Gordon Moore
G is for Google Chrome
G is for Gloria Vanderbilt

G is for Garmin GPS
G is for Gates in Microsoft inc.
G is for George Washington at Germany
G is for Gary Jones who support Gary Johnson

G is for Gina Noble,
G is for Ginger roots
G is for Goshen college
G is for Guangzhou hotel Canton tower

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Image result for gloria page  Gloria Page
Image result for guangzhou university

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

short story slam week 85, poetry and story inn fridays week 15,


 the June Allyson Show,
a drama in screen play
Marching our wonder into drafting woods
a star wired gift from guilt-free writer
stormy mood swing in our eyes
yet not to be told about a different soul
of how our life shifts if there is any plot sad
when we walk pass the sandspring Quirkstop
we try to agree that
there is always a language of buffing in yellow jack bees