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They're trapped inside their phones so very small; their eyes are zapped all day with the screen's glow. They don't want to put down their phones at all, and when they drive, they want their phones to

On a road called Rickles was a cat who tickles his nose on the catnip. The cat's name was Pickles. He was gray as nickels, except for his tail's tip. His mood was quite fickle while hearing the trickle

The temperature outside took a chilly winter dip. The land had nowhere to hide from winter's strong, freezing grip. No mosquito was around to pester, bite, or infect. Dormant sat the garden ground for

Love is My Teabag (My 1st Sonnet)... Love's power is seeping into my soul-. I can feel it creeping into my heart-. A mug of boiling water is my soul; and love is the teabag, so sweet and tart. It's steeping,

Ah, my little muffin! How I love thee! Thou art desired for thy sweet softness. Thy presence is announced by a decree- that dances with my nose; what a recess! Thy fragrance beckons me to come greeting.

There is a verse of rhyme elusive as one grain of sand amongst the countless sands upon the beach. Rhyme is not a requisite that this verse clings to- nor offers rhyme its' sweet embrace. It just takes

There was a pot in the great room standing formal like a bridegroom. It's mouth gapped wide like a cream puff and was lined with a silver cuff... That sparkled fair in the sunlight which gleamed upon a

You thought that was fun, but look what you've done. You carved out a hole inside your fish bowl. The gravel is stirred just as you preferred. You're proud of your mess- that your scales caress. I see

Our Great Foundation When great evil stirs itself to commit horrendous crimes... When unseen foes are driven and provoked to change the times... We have one solid Comfort in this United Nation. We have

Oh, the grandeur of forgiveness that is found in Jesus' blood, when He took our sins and nailed them to the cross a healing flood! Oh, the grandeur of forgiveness that is flowing from the cross when with

As August is winding down, this magnolia's leaves shined in the summer sun, and seed pods are forming... I like how the leaves naturally look so waxy... The seed pod looks a bit fuzzy...

There's just something beautiful about palm trees... The whimsical leaves delight those who see them. I looked up and these palms were so tall against the blue sky! :)

These days are, oh, so busy! What a crazy rush each day! The schedules are chaotic- and it always seems that way! Do we remember to stop to take some time out to pray? Or do we try to handle- the entire

Ginkgo trees are one of my favorites. And I've passed by this tree so many times. But this time, I stopped to take a couple pictures of it. I like how the leaves look like little fans... It's like a delicate

I was walking when I discovered this unusually colorful leaf on the ground. Red tips and brown and yellow, hints of orange and green, are all together in one colorful leaf. I thought it was so pretty,

There was a mighty oak beloved by some townsfolk. It stood in the center of the field they enter. The grandeur of its' height grew each year towards the light. And its' branches gave shade to the great

Dear Bad Grammar, I've read through your articles, your nouns, verbs, and particles. You forgot a few commas. It caused me reading traumas. I've seen whole verbs omitted in sentences submitted. Questions

Israel is very special. They have a special place in God's Word and heart and eye. Yet as the days go by, I see anti-Semitism (anti-Israel) on the rise. To me, anti-Semitism is: simple, writhing hatred...

Yesterday, my husband bought me some beautiful, green snow peas! So I chopped up some carrots and beef... and this stir fry appeared in my wok! Well, okay... It didn't just "appear"... I cooked

A Psalm of Jesus' Blood I praise you, God, for that flowing stream of Jesus' blood, and for its red gleam... Which testifies that of living blood with forgiving pow'r in that red flood! I praise you, Lord,