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Hurry! Shoot me, quick!

Winter is coming.

He looked my way, his mouth full.

“Wait please! One moment.”

“Let me get my camera.”

A quick shot. Then time to flee.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

This is my post for today’s one word prompt for The Daily Post word prompt.

Stairway – the ascending and descending in life, one step at a time

When I was toughing it out through the months of rehab after my two total knee replacements these last few years, to gain full use of the artificial joints it got easier with each step I took, over and over again. The more I took those steps in my stairway at home the easier and more comfortable it got.

In getting back to other things I loved, like hiking and bicycling it was a matter of being ready to advance to the next step in that ‘stairway’ on the mountain ridge in hiking, or climbing up onto the seat of my bicycle.

In life, I think that is true with the steps that allow us opportunity to ascend, or if necessary descend to a ‘floor,’ or level more compatible, conducive in ways that accommodate that which we are not ready yet to take. Those stairways can seem like the hills, or mountains in our life, taking one step at a time. Now, as I contemplate getting back to bicycling, another sport I loved doing – before knee troubles – it again seems like standing at the bottom of a stairway, not certain how, or if I can regain that momentum to ascend one step at a time to where I feel comfortable. It is not a decision I make easily, as I celebrate another birthday and look back on those things that I did when young, and wonder, Can I do it again? Am I ready?

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This is my post for today’s writing prompt in The Daily Post word prompt; Stairway

Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

 

Words, Words, I Need More Words

This is my response to The Daily Post, Writers’ Block Party

WORDS, WORDS, I NEED MORE WORDS

When words don’t come

and I wonder why

for all the words

there are. I’ll try

to write until

I’m out of words

and look for more

many more words.

There in this world

are words that be

found richly packed

in books for me,

words that tell

stories you see

so write I shall

forever until

there’s no more words

to write and fill

page after page

of  words written by me.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Memory on the menu – The Daily Post

These are my thoughts and post for The Daily Post word prompt on Memory on the menu

Memories can be sweet, whether past, or present. They can also be bitter, or left forgotten, hoping not to resurface, or ones hopefully that teach us if a lesson was learned from the experience. They can even be hidden in the recessed corners of our mind.They can serve us well in many ways. I have wonderful memories from my past. But, I have ones too that left an unforgettable bitterness that resonated long after no matter how hard I wanted to forget them. But, the happy memories are the ones I hope to never forget and cheerfully draw on for that moment of sweet reminiscing. They are many, and fortunately they are the ones that make up the biggest percentage of my memory. Memory is more than a basic requirement for our brain to function well. It is the life source for our soul to feel and experience living in a way we hope never to lose as we age. My father died much to early from malignant brain cancer and towards the end of his life he had lost all of his memory and brain function. I do now and will continue to do all I can to keep my own and keep it well.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

The Rainbow

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The rains came,

our prayers, answered.

Thank you, God

for the rainbow sent;

ribbons of pastel, splashed

across the sky;

too soon disappearing,

 quietly exits;

We bid it farewell,

goodbye.

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Poem and photo by:  Joyce E.  Johnson (2013)

Not Always What It Seems

Not Always What It Seems

You thought life good: things came together,

when all of a sudden there comes a time

they are not what you hoped,

not what they seem.

You thought it would work out;

come together like a sought after dream.

But, whether a hunch, or premonition of sorts,

you’ve come to doubt your luck will hold.

And then it happens: your plans go awry.

There you are, where you hoped not to be,

in the middle of a mess, and you ask ‘Why?’

Was it by choice you wound up here,

or a stroke of bad luck?

You moan and cry.

But, a new day dawns,

 there’s a new sunrise.

So smile,

till your world smiles back.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)


Posted August 11, 2013 by Joyce in Inspirational Poems, Poems, Word Prompt, Writing

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Summer wheat

Summer wheat

Summer wheat

A field in bright gold

Growing tall and wild like weeds

Is warmed by the sun

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Billowing grain stalks

Sway, like a whispered soft breeze

Skims through a meadow

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Along the river

The earth, damp from recent rains

Nurtures summer wheat

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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

Summer Roses


The scent of roses

Lingers like a strong perfume

In the summer sun

Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

Cyber Maze

CYBER MAZE

Where the Internet is stored

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From start to finish I search my page

on Internet Explorer, or the great Google Chrome

surfing and clicking through numerous links

that span the ages of time and tome

to find the site where I need to go.

My ‘cache’ is full, the ‘cookie’ jar too

My final ‘click,’ at last. I’m here.

Now to read instructions on what to do.

Type information in designated space

Username, password, home address too,

Email address, account number, cell?

All must be entered by the asterisk in place.

When all of a sudden 

my ‘browser’ locks up, there’s a screwy face.

The screen freezes or changes, moves things around

to the left in a column, all up and down.

Now, I have to start over after refreshing the page,

and hope I can type it all in again

while trying to control my Internet rage.

 Another message, ‘Your session has expired’

Where is my data I’ve already entered?

Lost somewhere out there in cyberspace?

Repeat and retype all in once again.

‘We’re processing your request,’

Move down to ‘Next,’ or to ‘Continue.’

The golden moment, confirming ‘Success’

The message reads, ‘Registration Complete.’

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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

In The Quiet Of A Life


In The Quiet Of A Life

Wherein remains in the quiet of one’s life

In the melancholy of the soul

There lies deep inside of one

A bell gone silent without toll

There comes a reminiscent thought

When one looks back at what is still,

A passage of time forever sought

And to their memory commit to will;

For in the silence and the quiet

Of a bell that cannot toll,

They sit and wonder, meek and shy

What it was that came and stole

Their thoughts and pondering of time

A passage of life, they cannot find

For in the stillness of the hour

It is the quiet of their mind.

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Poem by:  Joyce E. Johnson

I wrote this poem in 1996 in memory of my father, Victor A. Mannhalter, who died in March, 1982 from a malignant brain tumor. During the last six months of his life the effects of cancer caused severe memory loss so that he could not recognize people or talk coherently to anyone, including me, my mother, and my siblings. When he tried to speak he got names and words mixed up, his thoughts and sentences, scrambled. I put myself in his place trying to imagine how it felt. For patients diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease or malignant brain tumors like my father the symptoms are much the same, as is the frustration in trying to remember things from their past and memories are gone.  For a man in his early sixties who had pastored churches for over forty years and devoted his life to full-time ministry and to the people in his congregations it was difficult to watch him deteriorate so rapidly. He always loved photography, carrying around a trusty old Pentax camera documenting events, his travels, and his life, ours and others in pictures and slides, his favorite pastime. As the cancer progressed, he lost what he treasured most; his internal memory of all, that which could not be saved, regained or preserved like the slides he took.

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Nutritious and healthy: Low Cal Chocolate Blueberry Crepes

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‘Nourishment’ comes in all kinds of presentations, serving size, and tastes. But, a pill? that is not a way I want to take it. I take enough other medications so certainly do not want to get my nutrition from a pill. There is no fun in that. A few years ago when I had put on a lot of excess weight through the years and had tried all kinds of diets, I went on my own weight loss program. No special diet, no special foods, or exercise regimens  or fitness clubs. I bought a Schwinn programmable, recumbent exercise bicycle and took long walks regularly. With the substantial amount of decreased calories and increased exercise I lost a full 100 lbs. over the four-year period. Keeping all of it off is a bit of a challenge and I still like an occasional dessert. But, I don’t make it a daily habit. 

I will share a little low-calorie, nutritious dessert recipe of my own that tastes great, is fun and easy to make. I like to experiment sometimes with recipes and often will alter one a little to cut calories. There are ways to get more nutrition with less of the fat or sugar. Here is my little creation presented and shared in Haiku style. 

I love crepes: all kinds

Chocolate and Blueberries

are my favorite

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Just a bit of rum

and cocoa in the batter

is the secret here.

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Blueberry syrup:

one cup frozen blueberries,

a little corn starch,

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A half cup sugar.

Cook slow, till thick and bubbly.

Top all with cool whip.

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Joyce E. Johnson

 

Insomnia


By the end of day

When I crave a good night’s sleep

But sleep does not come

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What caused it? Caffeine?

My brain refuses to shut off

Or go in sleep mode

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Insomnia wins!

Nothing helps me sleep this night

Inspiration comes!

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Joyce E. Johnson


Posted June 2, 2013 by Joyce in Haiku poems, Poems, Word Prompt, Writing

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Cactus blooms in the Rockies

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When I and my family were up at our Glacier View mountain property over Memorial Day weekend I brought my cameras up, as they pretty much go everywhere with me now, especially up there to our lot. With all the moisture and late snow storms we’ve had the last two to three months the foothills were the greenest I have seen them in years. When we got to our lot, above 9,000 ft. elevation even the wildflowers were already in bloom. One of the types of blooming plants we have up there is this kind of mountain cactus that thrives through all kinds of weather. This one bloom and others like it are at their best right now, with the colorful pretty shades of pink, lavender and yellow. Many years ago I dug up one of our large cactus plants with beautiful yellow blooms on it and transported it back home to Loveland in a bucket with its own soil, then transplanted it with the same soil and mixed in some fresh potting soil. Because these cactus plants have very sharp needles and are too prickly to handle with bare hands I put on leather work gloves to work them carefully down into the soil and large clay pot. The cactus thrived and lived for years, blooming every late spring with beautiful yellow blooms. I took pictures of it in full bloom, but have misplaced that photo and did not have it handy to scan and upload it to this post, so am using this photo to show one of the cactus types that grow in our Colorado Rockies. We have many other wildflower plants too that grow up there and are in full bloom by July. Last year when our mountains suffered so terribly with uncontrolled wildfires that burnt thousands of acres our lot came close to burning too in the High Park fire in June, 2012, but it was spared. That was definitely an answered prayer and when we were able to get back up there again three weeks after the fire was contained I spotted some of our faithful, hearty little wildflowers blooming among the dried, scorched pine needles like these Daisy type blooms. It is sometimes the little things we often overlook because they are/were always there, but in the midst of all the burned areas, a single flower or cactus plant thrives through all, and green shoots come back to remind me to never take any of it for granted.

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Joyce E. Johnson

Making mud pies


From mud pies to gardening I still love to play in the dirt. There are lots of ways to enjoy nature and the great outdoors. Sixty years ago when I was six my mom would give me her old canning jar lids, spoons and bowls to play with in the dirt out beside our house. And of course there was my little ‘oven’ to bake them in: a cardboard box. My ‘cooking and baking’ process was simple. I started with the ‘freshest ingredients’ I could find; what I called ‘clean dirt’ and pulled out the unwanted things like weeds, little bugs or rocks, if any so my pies would be smooth and edible (for me that is). Once I had mixed just the right amount of water with the right amount of dirt I tasted my mixture to test its consistency, then if satisfied I patted them down into the lids and baked them in a hot, slow sun. When dry, I emptied my lids of the coarse over baked pie and would start all over again. When I told my grown girls that I ate some of my own mud pies when I was a child, they could not believe the story from one who hates insects and runs after the bug spray can at the first sight of an ant invasion. Now, when I play with my little grandchildren in the dirt planting a garden or potting flowers I can share my mud pie stories with them and let them know that a little bit of dirt does not hurt, and that mud is a part of nature, one of those things God gave us in this great big outdoors to enjoy. So, for old times sake I went outside and once again made an old-fashioned mud pie in a canning jar lid just for the fun of it, and it brought back memories of those days when I was six. So, here is a photo of my mud pie, and for certain I will show a picture of it to my grandchildren and let them know that making mud pies can be a lot of fun, and tasting them, not so bad, either. 🙂 But, I really did do quite a bit of real gardening this week too. The below photo is one of my potting projects. It was fun playing in that big barrel of dirt, too. 🙂

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Joyce E. Johnson


DANDELIONS!

DANDELIONS!


Not the bloom I sought,

And too much of what I’ve seen.

Spring: It has arrived.

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Joyce E. Johnson, 2013

A tribute to my mother on Mother’s Day

A tribute to my mother


She was a living example of personified grace

impeccably dressed and vain to a degree

with hazel gray eyes and a pleasant face

with hands that worked hard

and had many jobs.

When I was a child, sick or hurting

it was her hands that comforted my brow,

and it was her hands that guided

direction when firmly felt

affirming her place.

And when we were hungry

it was her hands

that prepared great meals

satisfying all, but all wanting more.

With her hands she taught me how to sew

when I didn’t want to learn,

and taught me how to cook and bake.

She taught me to be gracious,

and taught me how to pray,

how to be thankful for my blessings,

for simple gifts, large and small

and how to reach out to those in love

with kindness and a smile

how to be content with things I already had

and share with those who had much less

For all the things she was to me

and for all I learned from her

I thank God for the mother

I honor today.

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Joyce E. Johnson – 2013



Winifred D. Mielke – Mannhalter

September 17, 1917 – July 17, 2009


Where are the nuts?


Hey! Where are the nuts?

This is not acceptable!

And birds eat this stuff?

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Joyce E. Johnson

Show me…

Show me that you care

To be the friend I can trust

With no strings attached.

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Joyce E. Johnson

WHAT? NO ‘DUMMIES’ BOOK FOR WORDPRESS?

‘Wall to Wall’? Funny you should mention that. As I went through my blog and deleted old ‘pages’ this week to make room for new ‘pages’ and posts, it was a frustrating experience once again trying to work out the complex system Word Press has developed for our ‘walls’ or collage of sorts. How does one go about adding new ‘pages’ neatly to the sidebar as a ‘widget’ without getting it all messed up and incorporated wrongly into the above menu? It requires a ‘Dummy’ book for the denser of the dense like me, I guess. 🙂 Well, I got it accomplished the first time around with my first ‘pages’ and an order, somewhat, but the second time around I had to once again begin all over to familiarize myself with the system designed for such an option. So, back to the ‘wall to wall’ look or mood I’m trying to create? Well, just putting up and displaying what pleases my eyes, and accomplishes my goal is all I’m interested in at the moment. Maybe it is not a ‘mood’ that comes into play, but just what interests me, and the fact I just want to keep things updated, post what is new, and draw interest, and readers to my site and display my ‘stuff’. It is all about compelling the curious, interested, and the faithful back to my collage, my wall, my domain. I’ve read a lot of tips, and posts lately on how to make things come together for the completed look, but I am one that likes those ‘Dummies’ books and old style manuals one can pull off a shelf and get into for the nerdy, wordy amateur blogger I am. How does everyone else fair in working through the Word Press system to display their ‘walls’?

By the way, this is a great time for me to thank all those faithful, and new readers and followers to my site. Thank you, all.

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Joyce E. Johnson

Sunny Days


I can hardly wait

For bright sunny days to come

To plant my spring blooms

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Joyce E. Johnson

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