Hi all and welcome to my little spot in South Africa. A bit about me - I'm a single mom of two naughty but gorgeous teenage children who keep me active well after dark (trying to avoid the obstacles they leave on the floor all over the house :o) Life has thrown me a few interesting curves and angles and I'm still trying to make head or tale (yes, tale!) of which direction I'm meant to be going in. I am a poet and writer by nature and I dabble in a bit of photography on the side. Thanks for stopping by and visiting my home at Renderosity. Hugs all!
BIO
I am a South African single mom of two mischievous children who loves life and thinks that having a positive attitude and love are the best gifts you can give the universe. If there is a challenge, bring it on. If you have a problem to solve, I am here. If you need a shoulder to soak, I wear soft padded jackets. lol I am a full time employee who dabbles a bit in poetry, writing short stories and loves to mess around with Terragen and my camera. To all who dropped in to see who I am - welcome and thanks for stopping by.. Hugs to you all.
UPDATE:
Teens NO MORE!!! Now a naughty grandmother who leads her grandson astray on a regular basis :D
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Comments (6)
busi2ness
I've never encountered any (English) poetry with so many a word in forced rhyming and still making a lot of sense! Excellent. Reminds me of my English teacher's favourite "the rain in spain falls mainly on the plain" LOL!
Hopalong
Nietzsche found the origin of the metrical foot in walking. So to with rhythm, which the foot measures. Nietzsche dances on the page. In the so-called First World, and particularly in the United States, walking by free citizens is in its last throes. The beat is techonologically derived and passive. In most American music rhythm is vicarious. Television (as can be seen with the sound off) is a jumble of images every so often interrupted by commercial drumming. Rhyme is not a crime. Real rhythm takes time. Some people still walk before they talk. There are growing statistics of immigrant workers, mostly Mexican, walking along highways in los Estados Unidos being killed by cars and trucks. They are mostly walking to work. Some of these are homicides. Perhaps one will title this little episode (technically a conceit were it prose) "Pancho Villa Road" What do you think? Is it humorous enough for you?
STEVIEUKWONDER
Lovely work, yet again Sue. Really well thought through. Steve :o)
TallPockets
Oh, Lordy, Miss SusiQ! A 'shrinks' dream? WINK. Well done!! My best, T.P.
PeeWee05
Damn, I prob couldn't get 3 or more words to rhyme, you mus've dug into the dictionary...
SusiQ
LoL.... Close PW, more like a rhyming thesaurus...