Stardust and Thunder

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The words are from a writing prompt at WNQ Writers.

Dear Writer That Nobody Noticed, I noticed your beautiful words, and they inspired me to create this manipulation in honor of my beloved hero, Malcolm Young. I truly hope you like the work that your words inspired.

With much love and respect,

Cie

30 Days of Haiga 2016: Day 2: Fire

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Words by Blooming Psycho

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

30 Days of Haiga 2016: Day 1: New Moon

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Words by Blooming Psycho

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Haiku Thing: Beauty Is

Urami Falls

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Nature is beauty

Beauty is natural and

Beauty is nature

~Ursula~

Prompt Used:

ISFP Prompts

 http://isfpprompts.tumblr.com/post/149048205863/beauty-is-natural

Tears For the Lost

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Tears for the Lost Version 5

Dementia destroys beautiful minds like his.

Love,

Cie

Fetch: Sexy Walks In: A Poem by Pepper Baiij for Gerry Clifford

Sexy walks in

And he

Doesn’t look like the cover of GQ

He isn’t tall or muscle-bound

He’s not decked out in the latest fashion

He really hasn’t any idea

Of the fire he ignites

Like a million megaton bomb

Boom, Baby!

**************

Sexy walks in

And honestly

He’s a quiet little mouse

A shy little thing that most women

Wouldn’t pay the least bit of attention

They don’t know what they’ll miss

But I know that his kiss

Would start a fire in me

That will burn forever

*******************

Sexy walks in

And he doesn’t have any idea

That he has stolen my heart

That I’d do anything to be his lover

But I want so much more

Than undercover passion

I want to be his forever

Beyond the end of time

I want to be his only love

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Sexy walks in

And walks out with my heart

150 Words

by

Pepper Baiij

for

Gerry Clifford

Prompts Used:

My Sexy Saturday

(Unofficial)

Weekend Writing Warriors

Monody For The Grounded Traveler

The gates of the cemetery where there is a memorial bench with my father's name inscribed

His colleagues didn’t understand him or his work, yet they were always offering him suggestions for how to do it better.

He taught liberal arts disciplines in a school where science was law and letter

He was often angry and unhappy during his first year at the college

It seemed his colleagues really didn't respect him or his knowledge

Over the years his colleagues changed, and his situation improved as well

He no longer felt such a burning, pressing need to reform and rebel

Sadly, he never got to fulfill his dreams of travel

Shortly after retirement, his plans all came unraveled

A stroke felled him just four days after his birthday 2004

The restless wanderer within couldn't go roaming any more

He died late in 2010 after several years decline

I hope he now is traveling to every place he had in mind

And then some.

For my dad

31 May 1936 - 28 November 2010

From Your Butterfly on your 80th Birthday  

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My childhood nickname was Butterfly because of my love for butterflies