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About clarabetty

I have always loved to write, it seemed as if I was born with a pencil in my hand. I have been a Christian most of my life and what I write is from that viewpoint. Within that framework I try to be factual and authentic in my feelings, to show that we are all alike and have similar problems and joys and that there is a Way through them... I took journalism in college and have done PR for various organizations. The genres I frequently write in are prose, short stories, essays, fiction and non-fiction for children and humorous articles, but what really speaks to me is poetry.I love to read what others have wrote and to try my hands at it.. You will find many poems here, mostly free verse. My sincere hope in sending these writings out into the vast cyber- world is that what I write will impart knowledge, lift someone up, give someone a chuckle to help get them though the day. I love to learn and pass on what I learn. to others. I believe "knowledge is power" if it is used rightly, and that "the pen is mightier than the sword." Just think if more people were writers, artists and dreamers, there might be less war and more love In the world. I hope you will 'like 'my blog and give me feedback so I know how I am doing and "Y'all come back- ya hear!!".

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Barnes…

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I like how you observe people and jot down your thoughts- I do this sometimes in a cafe-there are no bookshops or coffee shops in the rural area where I live.

Rethinking Life

I’m back at the wee cafe in Barnes.  Different seat, different perspective.  Same parking lot.  A man, with white hair is looking through a book that he’s not going to buy, an older woman is eating and someone is reading magazines in the transportation section.  Valentine’s Day cookies are 50% off, at the counter, but no one is buying them because they are big hearts, with heavy pink and yellow frosting on them.

I just picked up small blank Moleskine journals, so they will fit into my purse.  If I want to carry my regular ones, I need a bigger bag and that’s not good because I end up filling it with all sorts of things and then it becomes too heavy to actually carry.  I’m not sure how the small ones will work, since I tend to draw and write in a big way, but I’m giving them a…

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If I Were An Artist

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This writer is a true artist that paints beautiful unforgettable pictures with his many colored words.

Thoughts...exploding in my head

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If I were an artist, my words would melt into a pallet of colours
Waiting for my brush to stroke the flesh of a canvass
Fragrant fibers absorbing the heavenly hues like lovers

The sky would be blue with streaks of white clouds
Wings spread of a single blackbird gliding high above
Its feathers glow shimmering from the suns silken shrouds

A Sunday afternoon, inspired by a peaceful stare
The silence on faces echo, a moment captured in time
On the Island of La Grand Jatte, bathing in the suns care

If I were an artist, my words would hang on a staff of lines
Nestled between bars of notes that cry to be played
A serenade that would swoon the heart to gilded rhymes

Winds would howl, brass would blow, a lone piccolo would cry
Strings sound, the vibrations of the heart attached to a soul on fire
Drums…

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One wintry night

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What a beautiful poem for Christmas and winte.r

Reflections


Branches that hang heavy with fresh fallen snow

on my blue Spruce trees; such a beautiful sight,

lit only by ice crystals under a glowing white sky,

they are but a few of my favorite things.

Cups of hot cocoa, and hearth fire, warm and bright,

a good book, and soft blanket as I curl up for the night.

I think on such things that are often too short;

they are there for a brief and passing moment,

like each day and time given to us,

gifts that our Heavenly Father bestows.

For all of His children with

loving kindness, He gives us His best,

and in all, it shows;

I shall not waste a single one,

for too quick they come, and then are gone.

But another season, another in time

is soon upon us, and I anticipate

all that is granted, for all is mine.

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Joyce E…

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