TrifextraChallenge Week 96

Free Verse

Thanksgiving?

No leftovers for me
nor black Friday
We Thanksgiving not,
In “sunny” Italy!
I spent the day working.
My students I taught,
From some blogs I copied
And we had a great laugh!

On to the quick and dirty Trifextra. This weekend we are assuming that many of you are slogging your way through leftovers and family bickering (or is that just us?) and thus we’re going way easy on you. This weekend we are asking for a 33-word free write. Give us whatever you’ve got.

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This is also for: NaBloPoMo and PoBlaNo Day 30!  The Challenge is completed!

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  6. http://eccentriclady.com
  7. http://fishofgold.net
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  24. http://veronicaroth.com
  25. http://mommyverbs.wordpress.com
  26. http://misifusa.wordpress.com
  27. http://thelifeofkylie.com
  28. http://darkcirclesetc.wordpress.com
  29. http://stuphblog.wordpress.com
  30. http://fracturedfamilytales.blogspot.com
  31. http://architar.wordpress.com/

Shailaja
Trina

Haiku: November 29, 2013

Haiku

November 29, 2013

Benched persimmon

Benched persimmon

cold park bench at dawn
forgotten lone persimmon
going for my tea

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  11. http://heartsongsblog.wordpress.com
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  29. http://stuphblog.wordpress.com
  30. http://fracturedfamilytales.blogspot.com
  31. http://architar.wordpress.com/

Shailaja
Trina

Free Verse: no title

first lightFree Verse

no title

depression
life’s darkness
walking along a path
that leads to nowhere
wondering why I took it
wondering how to leave it
and yet, I walk on
day after lonely day
with a few sunbeams
to break the somber fog
that wraps me in its
cold shroud…
and if I should stop?
just refuse to walk?
lay upon my bed
and say…this is the end?
I wonder,
who would care?
Yet I walk on
always thinking
of sunbeams
that penetrate
the darkest nights
and I with Ra
decide to rise
to walk the path
that I chose,
yet another day
looking for the fork
that will lead to
better days.

This is also for: NaBloPoMo and PoBlaNo Day 28!

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  29. http://stuphblog.wordpress.com
  30. http://fracturedfamilytales.blogspot.com
  31. http://architar.wordpress.com/

Shailaja
Trina

Speakeasy Prompt: 137 Fiction – Thanksgiving

Speakeasy has come up with a new prompt, a video and use this line as the last line of the piece: “From that day forward, every time I drove past that street corner, I thought of her.”

Thanksgiving

That year I was hitch-hiking my way through the West.  I really didn’t have a specific goal in mind, the idea was to see what my country really looked like before I had to “grow-up” and take on life’s responsibilities.

I was somewhere in Washington state, but I couldn’t have told you where for love or money.  My last driver was a little old farmer and he’d taken me from the Oregon state line to a place near his home in Washington.  That’s all I knew.  It was cold, and the sun was beginning to set, it was a Wednesday too, but not just any Wednesday, the next day would be Thanksgiving. I guessed to myself that I’d be missing out on that particular feast this year.

I put my thumb out when I saw an old pick-up coming my way, and it immediately stopped.  A lady rolled down the window and shouted:

“Where you going?”

“Just anywhere will do, if your going towards Seattle.”  I replied.

“Ok, jump in then!”

She had some country music blasting from the CD player and she sang along with the song as she drove.  When it ended, she turned the player off.

“What are you doing hitching at this time of day.  Shouldn’t you be with family? Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving you know!?”

“Well, I’m on the last legs of my “discovering” America, before I go home which will be just as soon as I make it to Seattle.”

“So, you won’t be able to celebrate Thanksgiving, right?”

“Nope, I’ll have to miss it this year.”

“Not if you come home with me you won’t.  We ain’t got much, but there’s always a place for a little girl like you!”

I thought about it for a moment and accepted.

When we got to her house, a big sheep dog ran to the car barking it’s head off, and three children ran out the door.

“What’s your name?” the lady asked me.

“Mary Ellen, and you?”

“Gloria…that’s Shep and the kids are James, Michael and Julia.”

We walked into the house.  Had dinner, played Risiko with the kids, and then Gloria at about 10:00 said: “Everybody to bed!  We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.!

The next morning was spent making pies, bread, stuffing a turkey and peeling potatoes, all in an atmosphere of chatter and fun.  The boys began to set the table with Julia supervising.  The door bell rang at about 2:00 and people started to arrived.  I think half of the homeless of Washington must have found Gloria’s house that day.

We had a wonderful feast.  Singing and playing music was the high-light of the evening.  Seemed like everyone could play some instrument, even if only a comb and wax paper.It was about 9:00 when everyone started to leave.  Gloria sent them off with a packet of turkey sandwiches and pumpkin pie.  I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated another Thanksgiving where I could really feel like there was a meaning beyond stuffing my face before or since.

The next morning, Gloria piled the kids, the dog and myself into a battered station wagon that sat in her garage beside her old pick-up truck.  She took me all the way to the Sea-Tac airport.

“I’ve got some family here to greet, so I’ll just leave you here.  You have a nice trip home and let us hear from you, ok?” she said, then drove off, country music began to blare out of the open window, then she was gone.

I lived near a park, in the mid-west for years. It was on the corner of Washington street and Morning Glory lane.  From that day forward, every time I drove past that street corner, I thought of her.

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Shailaja
Trina

Ghazal: Ubuntu

Ghazal

Ubuntu

november 6th

Whatever could I have been thinking about that day
When I dual-booted Ubuntu anyway?

My system is still going strong and I love it
So why change now and use Ubuntu anyway?

One day, I know XP will die out and what then?
At that moment, I’ll have Ubuntu anyway!

Not easy to learn a new system at may age
I’m trying to make it with Ubuntu anyway!

If Bastet should fail in this endeavor
At least she tried Ubuntu anyway.

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Shailaja
Trina

Just a note: November 25, 2013

Hello World!

Working

my computer area

I spent Sunday cleaning…my computer!  That’s right, the good old scandisk, defrag etc.  I’ve still got to transfer some files to lighten my Window’s load…but basically everything is running smoother now.  But I didn’t stop at just cleaning up Windows…I’ve added another hard disk to my computer and installed Ubuntu!

The idea was to try the alternative OS out on another computer.  I’ve got a few lying around here which Hubby has restored to proper working order…I just couldn’t decide between an HP portable or dual-core desktop.  In the end, as I don’t have a lot of space here in my computer area and both solutions meant taking up more space, I oped to dual-boot Sekhmet!

I don’t know how your systems work or how old your computers are, but my dear Sekhmet is an older model desktop…one of the first dual cores by Packard Bell and last to be sold with XP inside before Microsoft decided to shove Vista down everyone’s throat…just had a look at the old sale-slip which I still have…Sekhmet became part of my life on November 22, 2006!

Now, in the years that have passed, I’ve complicated my life considerably with my system, which has made re-installation a nightmare at times:  I created a home lan system, and I made our wi-fi connection static, which means if you want to use my wi-fi you must have a tcp address assigned to you as well a knowing the password to connect. Sekhmet doesn’t have a parallel port, so to connect my printer I found a usb parallel port adapter…so my printer doesn’t connect directly to my computer but goes through this adaptor…just to name a couple of strange things I’ve done.  There is one other oddity about Sekhmet.  She doesn’t see any extra hard disks I happen to try to put directly on-line, so I have a 500 gb external disk for storage.

I’d forgotten that last part to tell the truth, so when my feet got really cold thinking of installing the second OS, I called a friend of mine, a fanatical lover of Linux and Ubuntu.  Knowing me, he came over to the house to help me add Ubuntu to my computer.  I’d placed a 320gb HDD to my computer, believe it or not it’s one of the small HDD that you usually find in a portable, and was just getting ready to see if Sekhmet saw it when Matteo arrived.  Sure enough it wasn’t there!

“Turn your computer off, and put the installation disk into the drive, Ubuntu will find it!”

And it did.  He set down behind my keyboard and took over the game.  He installed my wi-fi to Unbutu before even beginning to install…twice because he forgot my system is wi-fi and not wired…then the installation began.  He manually wrote up the “grub” boot sequence and then we set back and had a grappa and coffee.

I’ll tell you now, as we’re waiting for Ubuntu to install, that Matteo was in a big rush.  He was due back home at 3:00 to watch a football game (soccer for your Americans) and it was 2:00.  Everything seemed to go fine.  It was 10 ’til 3 when the last file installed, and so we rebooted to see the dual-boot menu…which wasn’t there!  No access to Windows!  Of course I still have Bastet in XP, so no big problem you’d say, and of course Ubuntu saw the XP HDD’s as well as the external disks.  But…I wanted my Windows, with its printer and all my programs which I already know how to use!  PANIC!

We disconnected the 320 giga…but Windows wouldn’t boot even without the small extra hard disk…the grub had written to Windows!  3:00…the football match was to begin, and here sat Matteo.  We re-connected the 320 giga and he went into Ubuntu and connected into a forum to try to figure out how to solve the problem.  Which after 15 minutes he found, so he used a re-pair program and rewrote (actually cut and pasted the command lines) the grub.  Than, installed an Italian language pack to Ubuntu…as well as a few programs to navigate with (like Flash) grabbed his motorbike helmet and before he ran home said: “call me if you have any problems….don’t update Ubuntu yet, the dual-boot might disappear again…do a scandisk etc with windows…tell me how it goes!” It was now 3:30 and he had a friend waiting for him out in the rain and cold in front of his house.  I invited him and his wife to dinner but I’m not sure he’ll remember the appointment, so I’ll call her today to confirm.

What was the problem…he says there was probably something wrong with my Windows MBR, so that Ubuntu didn’t recognize the other HDD…problem is, it does not only recognize the other HDD but it actually writes to it.  I personally think he forgot something when he wrote the grub…but the important thing is that the dual boot now works and the rest is fuffa!

Well…the storm that is Matteo (his name means, a gift of god, by the way) flew out of my house leaving Hubby and I a little breathless.  Sekhmet now opens to Ubuntu and Windows, from where I’m writing to you at this moment…but…Widows still doesn’t recognize the 320 giga HDD!  I have a lovely 220 gb of free space I can only use through Ubuntu, and I can’t print from Ubuntu because of the strange usb adaptor I have that permits me to get around the missing parallel port.  So to all effects, I now have two computers, in a way…one, Ubuntu can borrow and write to Windows, but not the other way around.

Anyway…now begins the adventure of learning a new OS.  I’m one of those persons who doesn’t really like change when it comes to my Operating System…but one day, in the not too far off future, I know that I’ll have to replace Sekhmet and there will be no XP to fall back to.  So, independence from Microsoft is a goal that I’ve decided to reach asap, before the disaster begins!

As for blogging…well…yesterday I got nothing done at all!  After breakfast I started this crazy project.  I’d intended to go to the Christmas Market down in Arco, take some photos and do some shopping, but it was raining and cold…depressing really.  When I’m blue, I usually try to find something to distract me…yesterday was this renovation.  Unfortunately, I now have 423 notifications to wade through…actually some go back as far as the 18th of November!  I may chuck the older stuff.

Now, I’ve got to run along and try to post something for my readers and myself…for the moment from Windows, but I hope to figure out how Ubuntu works out and will tell you about this new adventure in future…promises to be interesting!

Ciao….Bastet!

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Shailaja
Trina

Trifecta: Week Ninety-five

For Trifecta – Trifextra use the same word 3 times in a composition of 33 words.

Free Verse

Sleep

She is your prisoner
so sleep
custodian of your serenity
she’s surrendered
so sleep
the magic of dreams
no longer enjoyed
talents renounced
her life, your shadow
all for your happiness
so sleep.

 

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This is also for: NaBloPoMo and PoBlaNo Day 24!

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Shailaja
Trina

Prompt 30 Color: Justin and Sophia

Prompt 30: Color   yesterday I wrote a Fairy Tale for this prompt…then rereading it, it seemed that a few changes had to be made.  This is the result:

Ancient Archway

Ancient Archway

Fairy Tale

Justin and Sophia

Once upon a time..a long long time ago in a land far away here lived a weasel.

He was black unlike his brothers and sometimes he was mistaken for a cat, so bushy was his tail.  He went by the name of Justin, though none of his relatives knew why, as this was typically a human’s name.

Justin loved being near mankind.  He was always attracted to their warm fires.  Now, you should know that weasels are not man’s favorite beast.  Well, of course dog is, and sometimes cat but weasels rate a very low position on mankind’s list of favorites.  This is because Justin’s brothers and sisters are great hunters…and sometimes, they hunt chickens and you know what that means!

Justin though was very particular about what he ate. He wasn’t at all attracted to chickens.  He found their noisy cackling ways very boring.  He was really attracted to the white houses of men, and their yellow warm fire in the cold winter days.

One day Justin came upon an abandoned house which he found inviting.  The walls were high and no chicken sounds came beyond those grey walls.  So, as the rain came pouring down, he ran from the bushes and right up the wall!  He stood at the top of the wall for a few moments, then hopped onto what was left of the porch.

The courtyard was large but the house had been burnt to the ground and was in fact a shell. Once a beautiful woman had lived there but she had been condemned and burnt as a witch along with her home.  She’d refused to sell her land to the Blacksmith, who was an avid man and who had instigated the witch hunt in the first place, thinking to take her land once she was no more. But she defeated him in the end because she put an enchantment over the courtyard.  A warm inviting red glow vibrated through the night, but everyone was  afraid of the place, even the Blacksmith,  and none would ever step foot in her courtyard by day or night.

Inside the walls, Justin found a warm spot and looked on as a phantom feast took place.  Men and women dressed in red danced around a blazing fire, as a beautiful woman sat on a dais looking down upon them.  There were tables full of the most lovely smelling roasts and sweet confections.  The music had blue tones to it…mystical haunting flutes and sitars…Justin found it very inviting.  He too decided to join the dances!

He ran up to a swaying lady and went quite ignored.  He’d half expected to be shouted at or to hear the lady scream at the very least, but this was not the case. So he danced to the enchanted music, until the woman spoke to him using his name.

“What are you doing here Justin?  Who invited you to my party?” she asked not unkindly.

Justin was very surprised.  He was attracted to humans but had never understood a word they yelled to him.

“Ah, fair Lady, I was invited by your fire and the warm red glow of your courtyard.  I came to take shelter and was invited to dance by your lovely music!”

She laughed a tinkling laugh, “And my dear Justin, are you having fun?”

“Oh yes sweet Lady!” he said with a bow. “And I would never want this night to end!”

“You are such a pleasant guest!  Some have come in the past; they had black hearts and wanted only to steal my hidden treasures.  Is there something I can do for you?”

Justin was quite happy.  He could speak with and understand this lovely human, which was all he could have ever wished for he told her this quite truthfully (it’s difficult if not impossible for animals to lie, did you know this?)

“Justin, you will from this day, always to be able to understand and speak to humans, but I’m afraid I do you no service!” She waved her hands across his head and  transformed him into a handsome, slim, black boy.  She also put a sleeping charm and a forgetting charm on him, so that when he awoke, he only knew that his name was Justin, but knew nothing of his past.

The inhabitants of the village found the strange young black boy wandering in their village the next morning and because he was black would have burnt him as a demon. The Blacksmith, though, who was always eager to have a little free labor, saved him and took him into his service.

Justin was a gentle person and seemed to know nothing about the ways of men.  He learnt to be a blacksmith and spent long hours over the yellow fire he’d once been attracted to making horseshoes and tools.  Unlike a normal apprentice though, he would never be freed from his master and was forced to work there or know the feel of the whip and would have been hanged if he ran away.

Over the years, the Blacksmith grew richer and richer, thanks to Justin’s work, everyone needed farming tools and the smith put a very high price on his wares. He’d also lent money for seed, at very high interest rates, so over time many fell in debt to him.  He became crueller and his greed grew, the wealthier he became.  He was the most hated and feared man in the village.  He’d been able to acquire most of the land in the village for himself and now the villagers were little more than his surfs.  If someone refused to be bought, he would have them hanged or at best exiled as debtors.

Justin learned more and more about all aspects of men, and soon realized that often they were deceitful and spiteful towards each other especially when they were afraid.  He learned about the selfishness of the rich and the envy of the poor.  He learned about cruelty and hatred.  However, he also learned about love and gentleness, of generosity and altruism, of truth and openness.  People were usually very kind to Justin, without knowing why, it was actually hard to be otherwise.  They no longer felt that he was in cahoots with the demons.

There came a long dark winter and there was little food left in the larders, much having been given to the Balcksmith as payment for the use of the land and much hunger.  The people went to the Blacksmith asking him to give them some of the food he’d taken from them during the harvest season.

“And why should I give the likes of you anything!” he said laughing, “if you’d been more industrious and intelligent, you wouldn’t now be in this situation! You should have grown enough to face the cold winter!”

The people at first saw some logic in what the Blacksmith had said and went away with their heads hanging in shame.

Justin looked on and shook his head. As he’d grown older, he also grew very wise.  The people began to love and respect him over the years and went to him when they had problems or misunderstandings. He could usually help them understand what they should do although all he would do was ask one question.  So it was that winter.

“Justin, what should we do?”

He looked at the people and asked his one question: “Who grows the grain?” and ras usual efused to say more.

The people became hungrier and some became ill.  They couldn’t even light a fire, because the firewood was owned by the Blacksmith.  Then during a terrible snow storm, someone repeated Justin’s question.  “Who grows the grain?” and added “Do the birds of the fields ask permission to eat their fill when they’re hungry? Are we less than the beasts that we should die when abundance is near?”

They arose as one man and went to the Blacksmiths house again, this time with pitchforks and stout sticks.  The people broke into the warehouse and began to distribute food among themselves.  The Blacksmith seeing the crowd became afraid and with his family slipped out a back entrance and ran away.  He went to the lord of the land asking for soldiers to take back his possessions, but the Blacksmith’s reputation was so black indeed, that not even the lord would take up his battle for him and so, he was forced into exile and was never heard from again.

Justin became the town’s blacksmith, but he never became wealthy nor did he ever marry.  Following his suggestions, given in the form of one question at a time, the villagers organized their village in such a way, that no man had any more than another and each shared when there was a time of need.

Justine grew quite old and was about 90. He lay on his pallet thinking it was about time to move on from this world.  He called a young man to him and asked this young man to accompany him into the forest just beyond the village.  Passing by the grey wall of the house that once belonged to the beautiful lady, Justin wondered why he’d never remembered seeing it before!

He had the man lay his pallet under a shady tree and asked him to leave and go and get some mulled wine.  The man hesitated, worried that Justin might pass away whilst he was gone.

“Go, go my son.  I’m fine laying here under the shade of this tree, listening to the whispering of the wind in the leaves. If I should follow the wind, know that, all will do the same one day so don’t be sad!”

The young man left him and once he was gone, the beautiful lady came to Justin.

“Ah, my sweet Lady!  I see you once again before I die!” he sighed suddenly remembering her and that magic night and his former existence.

“Nay, nay my Justin dear, die you will not.  You will live forever in the hearts of these villagers you were attracted to.  Are you happy that I granted you your wish?”

“Yes my dear, quite happy and fulfilled.  Life as a human has been…interesting!”

“Is there anything else I might grant you?”

“Most precious of Ladies, I would kiss your lips one time before I go on my last journey.”

So, she got upon her knees and caressed his face and he gave her his longed for kiss.

At that moment, a great golden light surrounded them both and they transformed into golden spirits!

They walked hand in hand to another forest, in another time and another world, forever together as they had always been.

“Wasn’t that a lovely adventure dearest Justin?”

“Oh yes it was my dear Sophia, and now, where shall we go?”

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 *The etymological root of Justin is Justice, Sophia means wisdom.

 

This is also for: NaBloPoMo and PoBlaNo Day 21!

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Trina

Trifecta: Week 104

On to the weekly prompt.

COMPANION (noun)
1
: one that accompanies another : comrade, associate; also: one that keeps company with another
2
obsolete : rascal
3
a : one that is closely connected with something similar
b : one employed to live with and serve another

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Free Verse

companion beast

Looking out from my loggia,
through the pouring rain…
I saw the oddest strangest thing…
that gave me quite a shiver!
I thought it must have been a cat
alas! it walked right up a wall!
companion animal it must be
to some witch or
a dream magician
of long time ago!

(My medieval town
is modern…
electric lights
and antennas
do attest
yet…
looking at that sight
took me into
the haunted past!)

In the very darkest hour
before the first light of the dawn
a companion beast
came to visit here…
walking up a neighboring wall
going right onto
the abandoned porch
of those who live here no more.

Bushy tailed…
slender body…
so no it’s not a rat!
(I’m thankful for that!)
Ah look at that!
I do declare…
a weasel,
no witch companion,
has come to make
its lair
in the neighboring courtyard!

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This is also for: NaBloPoMo and PoBlaNo Day 20!

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Shailaja
Trina

N.B. This little experienced has inspired a fairy tale which I wrote this morning for Mind over Misery color prompt 30!

We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #001: First Impressions

From Sahm King at WDBWP a new poetry prompt:  take a look at the two images provided and write a poem about your first impression…in Sahm’s words:

“What poetry, if any, do the images evoke?  Don’t confine yourselves to a particular theme based on the image.  Instead, write a piece based on your very first impression, regardless of what that impression is and even if it has nothing at all to do with the image.  Write what you feel right off the bat.”

The photos:

Sedoka

sharp autumn colors
cowled figure beyond the fence
contemplating life
summer’s sad passing
cold uncertainties abound
early snow this year

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For: NaBloPoMo and PoBlaNo Day 19

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Trina