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Prompt Storm 15: Goodbye

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Writing Prompt

“All good thing comes to an end,” I have heard so many times in my lifetime.

It rings true once again because at week 16, Prompt Stomp has ended. I feel sad because it is one of the reasons I log in to WordPress on the weekend. To prepare two prompts for Mondays, one of which is Prompt Stomp.

This prompt stood put to me because I joined early, at its third week. In addition, it made me feel like I belong especially because the host (Megan) made me feel that way. I was happy to post every week and I was eager to read what others wrote or captured in photographs especially if the theme tickled me.I think my favourite Prompt Stomp to read was the Light In Our Life with so many lovely photos especially sunrise and sunset. However, my favourite Prompt Stomp to write was about love, that theme covered two weeks.

Prompt Stomp challenged me to write about certain aspects of my life that I was pen shy prior. I felt I overcame it a bit during the Love themes week. Now one section of my WordPress therapy is going, gone.If you are now coming across Prompt Stomp, I leave you with this link to all the weekly topics and responses.

Goodbye Prompt Stomp. 😦

Rock Formations/ Prompt Stomp

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For Prompt Storm 15, Megan calls for photographs of Rocks, Gems and Minerals. There were so really cool photos I wanted to share with you (in my head) but my library is not within my reach due to probably permanent technical difficulties. So, instead my contribution focus more on rock formation near the sea due to volcanic activity or sea erosion.

 

For your viewing pleasure:

 

1. Petite Piton [One of the twin peaks created by volcanic plugs in Soufriere, St. Lucia]

 

Relaxing Day In The Islands

Relaxing Day via Yelhispressing

 

2. Seaside view near Flower Cave, St. Lucy, Barbados

It is Rough In Those Streets

Rough Seas

 

 

3. Seaside St. Lucy, Barbados [an inlet instead of the direct pounding of the rough seas.

St. Lucy, Barbados

Surviving Malicious Gossip

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Gossip

 

I will keep my head up and when my chin starts drooping, I will slap it back into location.

 

When their words fly darts of Pit Bull viciousness, I will smile in my heart because I know even if  he is silent, my God sees everything.

 

Even when the temptation to respond raises quick like the cheetah out for a meal, I bite my tongue to keep my storm at bay.

 

I am encouraged by the words of the Good Book, I  find comfort in knowing that nothing is wrong with me because scores attack.

 

Attack with their matching red coated armies  because I decide to wait for sex. It is my decision and if I perhaps  change course in the future, it is still my decision.

 

So I live to raise another day because of the mercies of God not to rage holy war with anyone but to live peacefully with all men.

 

Not because I am afraid because I have two blood mix that can shut down these fool but because God has done a number on my heart.

 

I am not cantankerous, needy and hiding under a cloak of much needed attention (that is the issue with many motor mouths), so quarrelling does not appeal to my nature.

 

May God deal with them.


 

Prompt Stomp Week 14: Survival

 

Superhero Submerge

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Super hero

Superhero Jesus by Deus- Nocte via Deviant.com

“You my hero, you already saved the day”

A sentence jumping into my thoughts when I saw the theme for the first Prompt Stomp of 2016. The line is from Trip Lee’s Hero Invasion, a song I listened to so much at university. It definitely made me pause to an extent that I stopped everything, staring at the wall. Reflecting. Thinking of a time that Jesus was my superhero and no matter what circumstance occurred, he was the one to my rescue. It was a true description of “the solid rock” because with him I felt an anchor.  Some call him an imaginary friend but I never had those, I have characters from stories as friends but I cannot recall having imaginary friends. He was real like the characters from stories.

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What/Why I Love

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Your non-physical touch unfolded my heart like a flower in the beginning of bloom.

You made me responsive and hungry for your love just as a bee sucking the attractive nectar.

I remember when I felt that small yawning inside, too nervous to think about it, let alone admit it.

Then came the Lion roaring in my chest and it scared the daylights out of me like the sun dipping over the horizon.

I remember when I first met you, dealing over the affairs of History. I was too busy sorting out the loose ends of our project to notice you but when I did, boy oh boy did I  love what I heard.

Like Jojo “I am a sucker for a guy with a beautiful mind” and you were that man.

Our minds dance over ideas and debates of politics, history, family and religion. Our discussions became food, an insatiable delight.

I suspect my head fell for you before my heart, a heart that you once ask me to follow.

It is a puzzle, like Charlotte in a web I wrote my heart on my sleeves without realizing my actions.

My heart cried bullets of despair when I caught how far my ship sailed into your harbour. I gave so much without any discussion of exclusivity.

Your name was always in my head along with a goofy grin when I recall something you said and/or did.

Your stubbornness collided into my stubbornness into a boiling pot of too much comfort with each other

Although time has faded the urgency of feelings your essence still hugs my being. I no longer beat up myself for thinking of you. It is what it is…


Prompt Storm 11: Why/Why I love

 

Morgan Lewis Windmill

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Monuments

Morgan Lewis Windmill after editing via Yelhispressing

The island of Barbados once boasted one of the two remaining functional sugar windmill  in the world. When I took the original image around 2009/2010, the sails that you may see in pictures on the web did not form part of the structure. If my memory serves me well, I did visit in the off-season for sugar cane cultivation [February through to July].

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The Kingdom of El Nino

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The Moon: The Kingdom of El Ninos

Via maniadb.com

In a land far away, seriously so far away you need four days and a determined spirit for such journey. Anyways back to the story. In a land so far away, lives a kingdom of the moon. (Why are you laughing in mockery, stick with me). To enter the Kingdom of El Niño you need a special passage through the silver moon which happens every 100,000 years. It is one of the features which also acted as a security for the people of El Niño. The people of El Niño lived long many to 100 years. All Ninos lived in peace with each other, of course there were the normal disagreements but they were all settled in a short period. However, anyone entering through the silver moon picks up a vibrations which makes them disruptive and malicious as soon as their feet touch El Niño soil. Thus Ninos are happy that the passage to their kingdom came once every 100, 000 years and no one left El Ninos not only because there was no way out but because no one wanted to leave.

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