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the Queen of Narcissism

Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, c.August, 2015, Perennial Garden Backyard; Palmyra, WI.

Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, c.August, 2015, Perennial Garden Backyard; Palmyra, WI.

Tall and stately
the gentle Queen
steps into the world
of dream
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Steadfast
in her loyalty
Dignified
in her beauty
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She walks forth
promising truth to all
but deep inside
the evil calls
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The accolades
are never enough
More is needed
to satisfy the bluff
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Satisfaction
slips through her hands
like the water
washed upon the sand
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Meanwhile her subjects
One by one
Fall to their death
While she walks on
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No rest for her
In a frenzied chase
Forever lost
Never to win the race
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Disclaimer Notice:     This blog contains works of fiction/nonfiction. Names, characters, businesses,places, events and incident are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental, unless otherwise noted.
The short stories, the musings, the photography  or images(except where otherwise noted), the paintings and the poetry are my original work. These texts are protected under International Copyright ©laws.  Whenever any image or writing is created or written by another individual, proper credit is given to that individual if known. Every effort is made to give credit where credit is due.   All rights are reserved by the owner (author).Reblogs on WordPress are permitted as long as proper credit and links are provided to this site.  None of my writings, paintings or postings should be downloaded, reproduced, copied, projected or used in any manner without written permission of the owner (author).Thank you for respecting the intellectual property rights. I appreciate your integrity and hope you will respect mine. Thank you! 
Jane H. Johann      October, 2011           ©2011-2020 Jane H. Johann. All Rights Reserved.
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What I write on my blog…just a reminder

10959370_874684022552539_5363602217544825363_nIt is true that sometimes I write from my personal experiences and sometimes I write from the personal experiences of others…and sometimes my imagination carries me to places, events and situations.  I do read a great deal on the internet and in books and I do listen to many stories and situations. And I suppose there is always some hint of truth about my life that occurs in what I write. WE ARE ALL ONE.   However, never assume that what I write is directly about me or about my life or my family or the people with whom I associate.

I do not want to cause unnecessary worry to anyone or harm to anyone’s reputation because of what I write.

This is a blog about people, women, men, children, nature, and animals. It covers the gamut of human emotions: love, truth, happiness, worry, struggle, perseverance, confidence, indecisiveness, fear, perceptions, struggles,  concern, individuals, battles won and lost, in a word:  LIFE.

That being said, I really do MEAN what I wrote in the DISCLAIMER NOTICE:

Disclaimer Notice:     This blog contains works of fiction/nonfiction. Names, characters, businesses,places, events and incident are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental, unless otherwise noted.
The short stories, the musings, the photography  or images(except where otherwise noted), the paintings and the poetry are my original work. These texts are protected under International Copyright ©laws.  Whenever any image or writing is created or written by another individual, proper credit is given to that individual if known. Every effort is made to give credit where credit is due.   All rights are reserved by the owner (author).Reblogs on WordPress are permitted as long as proper credit and links are provided to this site.  None of my writings, paintings or postings should be downloaded, reproduced, copied, projected or used in any manner without written permission of the owner (author).Thank you for respecting the intellectual property rights. I appreciate your integrity and hope you will respect mine. Thank you! 
Jane H. Johann      October, 2011           ©2011-2020 Jane H. Johann. All Rights Reserved.
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Just somebody I used to know

we would drive and drive

and never kne10556475_10154557311990650_6455727370422081795_nw we had arrived

we bathed in the conversation of two

all sadness dissipated into the blue

the moment of the clock spun round

and never a time spent in a frown

the days moved on and so did you

but you forgot me like an old shoe

somehow your mind was somewhere else

you left and I remain with a dead pulse

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1 Event That Will Help You Expand Your Readership: Meet and Greet

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Mid August

Black-eyed Susan Perennial Garden; Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann; August, 2015, Palmyra, WI.

Black-eyed Susan Perennial Garden; Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann; August, 2015, Palmyra, WI.

the flowers have given their best

and are slowly going to rest

something new is in the air

all the fruits have come to bear

amid the confusion of coming and going

is the gentle wind of ageing

saying goodbye to those we love

wishing them blessings from above

letting go of so many things

all that is pulling at our heart strings

fortunate for those who have the longing inside

of LOVE, HOPE and FAITH’s challenging ride

 

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frog green whistles

"Green Frog on the Lily Pad" Photographer Judy Mayer; Stoughton, WI. c.2014. Used with Permission.

“Green Frog on the Lily Pad” Photographer Judy Mayer; Stoughton, WI. c.2014. Used with Permission.

early morning light

frog green whistles echoed song

August marsh delight

 

 

 

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bluebird softness

"Bathing Bluebirds" by Photographer, B. Bennett. Whitewater, WI c.2014. Used with Permission of Photographer.

“Bathing Bluebirds” by Photographer, B. Bennett. Whitewater, WI c.2014. Used with Permission of Photographer.

bluebird softness fluff

whistled through the cuddle hug

light came into being

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heartbreak

Oil Painting by Jane H. Johann c.1982

Oil Painting by Jane H. Johann c.1982

the sugar sweet strawberry red sunset

fired burnt crimson images into my soul

delving deep into the recesses of my mind

as the emotions spilled out coffee conversations

the deafening silence between us

with the intent to resolve the unresolvable

what happens when one comes to an impasse

when view of the other ceases to exist

when the ego takes over and only resists

where does the imagination take one’s heart

where no compromise can be reached

how painful is that brick wall

concussion dead center in the middle of disbelief

smiling and talking one day

and then it disappears in a flash

the strawberry red sunset transforms

the heart into a bleeding gash

 

 

The short stories, the musings, the photography  or images(except where otherwise noted), the paintings and the poetry are my original work. These texts are protected under International Copyright ©laws.  Whenever any image or writing is created or written by another individual, proper credit is given to that individual if known. Every effort is made to give credit where credit is due.   All rights are reserved by the owner (author).Reblogs on WordPress are permitted as long as proper credit and links are provided to this site.  None of my writings, paintings or postings should be downloaded, reproduced, copied, projected or used in any manner without written permission of the owner (author).Thank you for respecting the intellectual property rights. I appreciate your integrity and hope you will respect mine. Thank you! 
Jane H. Johann      October, 2011           ©2011-2020 Jane H. Johann. All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer Notice:     This blog contains works of fiction/nonfiction. Names, characters, businesses,places, events and incident are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental, unless otherwise noted.

 

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now and then

10378194_275643932625944_3945083716131264479_nnow and then I think of you

as I sit here looking at the empty chair across the kitchen table

now and then I miss you

the absence of you preparing the oatmeal as only you were able

 

the ready smile upon your lips

what happened to the promise of tomorrow

what happened to the hope unfulfilled

leaping out of my heart as the whispered dish of sorrow

 

the sun rises each morning

orange red blood like drops of glory

yet I sit here paralyzed in thought

dying like the stagnant pond of algae

The short stories, the musings, the photography  or images(except where otherwise noted), the paintings and the poetry are my original work. These texts are protected under International Copyright ©laws.  Whenever any image or writing is created or written by another individual, proper credit is given to that individual if known. Every effort is made to give credit where credit is due.   All rights are reserved by the owner (author).Reblogs on WordPress are permitted as long as proper credit and links are provided to this site.  None of my writings, paintings or postings should be downloaded, reproduced, copied, projected or used in any manner without written permission of the owner (author).Thank you for respecting the intellectual property rights. I appreciate your integrity and hope you will respect mine. Thank you! 
Jane H. Johann      October, 2011           ©2011-2020 Jane H. Johann. All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer Notice:     This blog contains works of fiction/nonfiction. Names, characters, businesses,places, events and incident are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental, unless otherwise noted.
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cicadas’ cacophony

all is stillness

"Moonscape" Photo Credit: Coyright: B. Bennett; August, 2014

“Moonscape”
Photo Credit:
Coyright: B. Bennett;
August, 2014

the darkness only penetrated by the cacophony of the cicadas

who have continued their symphony throughout the night

singing on a rather high note, their song seems to intensify

as the night is slowly leaving, waiting for dawn to arrive

the flowers are whispering their goodbyes

yet the cicada gives us promise of new life

amid the farewells about us

 

 

Sites to reference about the CICADA:

http://www.insectsingers.com/100th_meridian_cicadas/songs/05.US.MS.RPR.T07.Neotibicen_auletes_filtered.mp3

http://www.cicadamania.com/audio/