Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Year

HappY NeW YeAr!!!

 

Wishing you a bright New Year.
A year that's full of all that's dear,
Of dragonflies and butterflies and little bits of wonder,
Of cozy thoughts while listening to the raging rain and thunder,
Of joyful days and peaceful nights,
Of glory of a fresh new sight,
Of gentle joy and loving peace
And Gods hand within your reach.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Anna's Christmas Story ~

The Newest Angel
 By Cathy Collar
Dedicated to my sweet beautiful Angel, Anna Michelle Collar.
We all Love & Miss you...
Anna Michelle Collar  Aug. 26, 1980 ~ Dec. 22, 2004



 The softly glowing orb floated through the dark, silent night.  Her light rivaled that of the moon.  She was told she could not go.  She could not make this trip from heaven to Earth.  She was too young, too newly an angel, but in her heart she knew she had to come.  It would be her first Christmas away from her earthly family and she must be there.  They had to know that she was all right. That she was happy and a part of her would always be with them.  The new angel wasn’t sure how she was going to accomplish this, but she was determined and with the help of God, he would help her, he’d understand, she would find a way.
She floated looking for any sign that she was in the right place.  Her journey had disoriented her a bit and she really wasn’t accustomed to her new form.  The frozen ground reflected her glow, lighting her way through the brisk night. She did not feel the cold.  The glowing warmth that God had bestowed upon her filled her whole being.
There it was, her earthly home.  No Christmas lights outside this year.  The sight saddened her a little.  Her mother loved Christmas and always decorated the house and yard with thousands of brilliant lights.  The Nativity Scene hadn’t even been set out.  But she understood why.  Her family really didn’t feel the Christmas joy this year because they were missing her.
Determined to let them know that she was gloriously happy, she slipped into the house.  A dream vision would be the easiest way to talk to them.  Her grandpa’s sister, Shellia had passed at the tender age of nine.  She had become the new angel’s very special friend and taught her a few simple angel tricks, how to pass through walls and not knock herself out in the process, how to make things glow and how to enter a dream.  The new angel said a silent prayer.  Please God help me get this right.  Her inner glow grew a little warmer.  She smiled.  He was with her on her quest.
She floated to her parent’s bedroom.  The sadness and grief almost knocked her down.  She must fight her way past this.  She had been warned this would be her biggest enemy in getting through to them.
“It will be all right.  I am with you.  I will give you the strength you need.”
The voice softly blended with her whole being.  Fortified, she bolted forward, through the fog of despair that barred the entry into the room.
First, would be her mom.  She would be easier to reach.  Her mind was open to the thought that her daughter would contact her in some way.  Her mom had prayed for it.  The new angel pausing studied her mother’s face.  Dark circles appeared under her eyes, evidence of unending tears that had been shed.  Yes, this was the right thing to do.  She must vanish the doubt in her mother’s mind.  Softly she hovered over her mom’s heart.  She had already planned the dream that would be implanted there.  Her thought formed and pushed its way gently in, a glowing white angel with feathery wings, basking in a brilliant light and her smiling face looking into her mother’s eyes.  The young angel watched as her mother’s grief lifted a little and a smile spread on her lips.
She drifted to her dad.  She knew he would be more difficult.  He was trying so hard to be the strong one.  As always, he thought he had to be the rock for all to lean on.  She felt his enormous pain.  He held inside all of his suffering and grief.  It was so vast.  She knew she had to push her way past and find the soft spot underneath.  Try as she might, her thoughts would not break through.  What would she do now?  The soft, calm voice was back.
“You must enter his heart.  I will help you.”
With a surge of light, the new angel battled through the hard shield her father and built.  Thump, thump, she was in!  She had thought about his dream very carefully.  It had to be simple, yet strong enough for him to believe.  The thought formed.  A blue sky covered with dark clouds.  The clouds represented her fears and problems on earth.  Now the clouds would part to a blazing sun, her bright new world.  He was a being of nature and would understand this dreams’ meaning.  Struggling back through the shield, she forced her way out.   She watched as his face transformed from tension and strain into a state of satisfied calmness.
Hovering above her parents, she soaked in their love.  She hated to go, but her work here was done.  If she stayed any longer, it would be harder for them to move on.
“I will visit you often,” she whispered drifting out of the room.
She paused at the sight of the familiar Christmas tree standing in its usual spot in the living room.  She took in all of the homemade ornaments and twinkling lights.  Her eyes followed them to the top, where she knew the beautiful Christmas Angel would stand.  Oh no!  Something was wrong.  The Christmas Angel's candles, held in her hands were not lit!  This just wouldn’t do!
“Here is my Christmas present to all of you,” she said.  The candles began to glow then blossomed into a brilliant light. “Merry Christmas!  I love you all dearly!”
Floating back to heaven, the new angel felt a great worry lift from her soul.  She knew her message had gotten through.  Now she must move on to her new life.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Mystique Stone Magic ~ The Spirit Within

Something for the Princess in your life!

Crystal  " The Stone Of  Power "
For centuries I have been recognized for  power, because I am able to bring the energy of the stars into the soul.
$45.00
Designed by Cathy Lea Collar 


Thursday, December 4, 2014

The Christmas Tree Mystery

The Christmas Tree Mystery?
By C. L. Collar
 
The kitten snuck under the tree.
What, oh what, did the kitten see?
A silver ball shiny and bright,
Sparkling in the Christmas lights.

She gave it a wee small bat.
She watched it sway this way and that.
She sat and watched it till it stopped.
Then cocked her head and thought a thought.

She looked up into the tree.
And many sparkling balls did see.
She squatted low, looked all around.
Not a soul was to be found.

The coast was clear, branch one, two, three.
“Bright balls swirling just for me!”
Branch four, branch five, “Oh mercy me,
I'm at the top of the tree!”

But then the tree began to sway.
The tree branch sort of gave way.
She sunk her claws into the trunk,
As the tree fell with a ker-thump.

She found her feet and with a hiss,
Looked all around for who did this.
Who had cut down the Christmas Tree?
This was as bad as bad could be.

Footsteps running down the hall.
She heard them right before the fall.
She peeked from underneath the tree.
“Why are they all looking at me?”

Sunday, November 23, 2014

THANK YOU!!!!

A Big Thank You to everyone who stopped by and supported our cause at the Perryton Satellite Arts & Craft Show! This year our donations will be sent to St. Jude's Hospital. Thank you for helping us help them.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Jewelry Show and Book Signing

My next Jewelry Show & Book Signing will be on
Saturday, November 22nd, 9:00 am till 6:00 PM and Sunday November 23rd 11:00 am till 6:00 pm ~
Perryton Satellite Arts & Craft Show ~ Perryton Texas ~ Expo Center






Come Join the FUN!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

THE ULTIMATE READING QUEST

Hi Everyone! Starting today my books,
The McCory Chronicles: Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth and Finding Fey: A Book of Fairy Tales along with many other fantastic middle grade reading books will be participating in the ULTIMATE READING QUEST. Come join the fun! The golden banner below is your ticket to this fun and entertaining site.
Our goal is to teach middle grade readers about genres and how to find their type of book on the internet. 

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Monday, August 25, 2014

Anna's Birthweek! Featuring Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness Jewelry

Another beautiful Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness piece!
Butterfly Cameo with Peach Pearls in Silver or Gold.
All Proceeds will be donated to St Jude's Hospital
For buying details go to www.mystiquestonemagic.blogspot.com

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Anna's Birthday


This week in honor of my daughter, Anna Michelle Collar's, birthday I will be featuring
~ Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness Jewelry ~
Carnelian Pendant with Gold Dragonflies, Peridot & Carnelian chips in Gold

Carnelian  "The Stone Of  Inspiration " 
I am the artists' stone reflecting soulful expression through words and actions. I inspire intensity and lend fire to design.


Peridot "The Stone Of  Destiny" 
I stand as a guardian of hope, wisdom, generosity, abundance, and compassion. Let me take you in hand and guide you to understanding your destiny and spiritual purpose.  

For buying details go to www.mystiquestonemagic.blogspot.com 
All of the proceeds from this sale will be donated to St. Jude's Hospital.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Abigail's Garden


Abigail’s Secret
By C. L. Collar


 

Abigail sat underneath the magnificent oak tree; the centerpiece of her gorgeous garden. A small breeze tenderly brushed a stray strand of sliver hair across her face. The sweet scent of lavender intermingled with a delicate rose fragrance as it drifted to her nose. She sighed. Spring was her favorite time of year. She lifted the ornate pitcher from the table and poured the yellow liquid into her glass. The ice cubes tinkled, adding their musical notes to the melody of the wind chimes dangling above her head. Sipping the sweet-tart lemonade, Abigail smiled and leaned back in her chair.
She looked toward the heavens through the dense foliage of the regale tree. When she and her husband, Joshua had bought the property this tree had been the only occupant in the yard. She loved it and he hated it. She saw it as the beginning of a haven from all of their daily trials and stress. He saw it as a water guzzling, root infestation that would cause nothing but problems. She won the battle with a pouting mouth and pleading eyes. Joshua never stood a chance against her charms. She held his heart in her small hands and she knew it all too well. Fifty years had passed and she still did.  
Abigail’s gaze fell on the blazing orange and yellow blossoms surrounding their vegetable garden. These had been the first uneatable plants lovingly placed here by her hands, her first addition to the garden. Joshua chided her for wasting money on such nonsense, but she pointed out that the seeds were a gift from an elderly friend who said the beautiful marigolds would not only perk up the garden but would also keep bugs away from the plants, explaining that their bitter scent worked as a natural insecticide. Josh had no argument for that so he shook his head, smiled and then went back to work, hoeing the weeds from between the rows.
A garage sale, had furnished the small table and chairs where she now sat. A new coat of paint and pebbles found at the pond and glued to the surface were all that it needed to transform it to a new, natural splendor. The chair cushions were worn but comfortable. Taking another sip from the glass, her eyes focused on the deep purple lavender and bright roses that were scattered about the yard.
The wild rose bushes had been a gift, from the elderly gardener with each child born to the couple, red for a boy and yellow for a girl. Lavender joined the yard along with a multitude of herbs when her treasured friend taught her how to use them to make fabulous meals and sweet potpourri. The selling of the potpourri paid well and Joshua’s increased waistline testified to his approval of the herbs.
Delicate daffodils, colorful tulips and heady scented hyacinths were strategically placed to fade out as the summer flowers blossomed. Bouquets sold through the local store more than offset the cost of the bulbs and seeds while furnishing her with fresh, fragrant decoration throughout the house. Everything had a memory and a purpose.
A butterfly settled on the top of the lemonade pitcher, seeking a taste of the sweet-tangy beverage. Abigail dipped her finger into her glass then placed a drop on the rim. In one swift breath the drop was gone as the delicate insect drifted away, preferring the sweetness of the honeysuckle’s blossom. Abigail laughed. “You should have known that Mother Nature’s drink would be the tastiest, silly girl.”
Abigail closed her eyes and drew a deep breath as contentment slowly spread through her body. Yes, with the help of her very special friend her vision had come to life. The old tree’s limbs creaked and squeaked, as the light breeze grew a little stronger. She opened her eyes and looked once more into the vast canopy above her.
“You think that I saved you that day so long ago, dear friend,” she said to the massive oak. “But it was really you who saved me.”
The old oak spread its branches just enough to let a single ray of sunshine bask on Abigail’s face. “I’d say we saved each other,” he whispered through his leaves.
           
           

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Life of a Bench


The Life of a Bench

By C. L. Collar


Spring

Spring has sprung! I sit in the park and watch the trees slowly transform from dead like sticks into gorgeous waves of emerald green leaves. My friends, the butterflies and bees, have returned to feed off of the brightly colored tulips and daffodils growing around my feet. Silly little ants crawl up my legs and onto my seat looking for lunch. Speaking of lunch, I wonder who will share theirs with me today?



It is Silly Gilly. His name is really Gilbert, but I call him Silly Gilly. He comes almost every day, dressed is his low dollar suit to sit a spell and have lunch with me. He loosens his tie, then unbuttons his shirt to feel the freedom of being outdoors. He complains about his job. He tells me how he wishes he could find a job where he could work outside in the nice fresh air instead of his stupid cubicle. I’m not really sure what a cubicle is, but it sounds like some kind of jail. Next he does the silliest thing ever. He feeds all of his lunch to the birds.


Summer

Yeah! It is summertime! I sit in the park and watch the children running like maniacs everywhere. The sun beats down on my newly painted boards. They gleam with a brilliant white glow. I am so excited! What will I be today? Yesterday, I was transformed  into a Broadway stage by two very talented young ladies. I giggled as they took turns tap dancing and singing, on my seat, tickling my boards. I hope I get to play with some boys today.

Here comes Jimmy and James. I love to play with them. What will we do today? Oh boy!
I get to be a pirate ship. Jimmy hoists my sail by tying his coat onto a broken branch and tucking it between my back and seat. James sets his bike upside down on my seat. The front tire is now steering me into the deep blue sea. I love summertime!

Fall

Fall is here. I sit in the park and feel the cool rain wash across my back and slide down onto the ground. All of the grime and dirt are gone and I feel renewed. The smell of autumn fills the air. The scent of hot chocolate and cinnamon buns, float on the breeze to my spot in the park. The summer flowers fade into the ground as new bright marigolds and pansies take their place. The trees are putting on their brilliant color show. I watch the subtle change from emerald green to deep purple, bright orange and brilliant yellow. I am amazed.

Molly comes everyday at three o’clock to sit and have a talk. I think that she is beautiful, but she does not. She tells me that she is plain and ugly and getting older every day. She doesn’t think that she will ever find someone to love her. I try to comfort her by softening my seat and hugging her just a bit. It would be really nice if Silly Gilly and her would come at the same time. I think they would make a lovely couple, but alas, that is out of my control.

Winter

Winter has come. I sit in the park and watch the snow gather on my boards. The snowflakes are pretty in their own way. The park is still and quiet. The trees have become barren sticks again. A few birds have stayed and it is nice to hear them singing even when the weather is bitter cold. Birds seem to be very happy creatures. I watch the squirrels run here and there, trying to find more nuts to fill their winter stash.

Very few people come to visit me in the winter. Most of the time I sit here alone as the ice forms a crust on my seat and the harsh wind peels the paint from my back. I sit in silence patiently waiting for my lovely people to return. I am lonely.

Spring

Spring has sprung! I sit in the park and watch the trees slowly transform from dead like sticks into gorgeous waves of emerald green leaves. My friends, the butterflies and bees, have returned to feed off of the brightly colored tulips and daffodils growing around my legs. Silly little ants crawl up my legs and onto my seat looking for lunch. Speaking of lunch, I wonder who will share theirs with me today?

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Tessy & The Little Sister

 Tess the Mess & The Little Sister

Hi! It’s me, Tess! I just wanted to pop in and let you know what has been goin on out at the farm.  Coco has moved back out to the farm.  Coco is my buddy. We were adopted from the same pound and are about the same age. I am a few months older which makes me her big sister. We are soo happy to have her back. She had to stay in town with Mom and Dad for a while because last summer she hurt her hip and it was bothering her. Dr Angie put her on a diet and said that she should rest it for a while. She looks really good now, but her hip still bothers her some.
            The only problem I have with her being back is that she likes to go on my runs with me. I really don’t mind her goin it’s just that she can’t keep up and so I have to slow down for her and I really don’t like to go slooooooow.
            Today was a really nice day to run, so while Coco was taking her mid morning nap I decided to slip away. First I gave her a small nudge with my nose to see if she was really asleep. No response. Good. I slowly belly crawled to the front of the barn. Just as I was about to bolt out, there she was right beside me. She is pretty quiet for a chubby dog.
            “Where are you going? Are you going for a walk? I want to go for a walk! Please take me with you!”
            Little sisters can be so aggravating at times! I did not want to take her with me, so I lied.
            “I was just going to get a drink of water from the pond. Why don’t you go finish your nap? I will be right back.”
            “Oh! I would love to go to the pond with you! I can soak my hip in the cool water! I’m really not tired anymore.”
            Darn, I thought. I will have to wait till later for my long run.
            “Okay, let’s go,” I said, “but be careful. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
            Sometimes it is soooo hard being the big sister.
            I am enclosing a picture of Coco so you will know what she looks like. She is really sweet, just really slow. I will slip away later to to take my run. Right now we are goin to go for a nice long soak and swim in the pond.
My Little Sister  Coco
Written By My Mom Cathy Collar
Because I Tess Do Not Have Thumbs or Fingers

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Tess the Mess and the Treat Defeat

Tess The Mess & 
The Treat Defeat

Hi! It's ME Again! Tess!
This is the story about how I almost died because I was a very bad doggie.
You see, I had been
going through an I can't get enough to eat spell. I didn't know why, but for some reason I was hungry ALL OF THE TIME! Mom took me to vet Angie and Angie said that she did not understand why I am was not gaining weight and why I wanted to eat ALL OF THE TIME! I got vitamins and canned dog food, and dried dog food, but it still wasn't enough. I couldn't get full. Because I got the canned dog food mom fed me in the old farm house so Big Black Mamma, Shadow, woudn't steal my food. Shadow LOVES canned dog food!
     On this particular day mom filled my dish with my delicious concoction and then went to feed the rest of her furry family closing the door behind her. I ate all of my food and waited patiently by the door for her to come back. I waited and waited and waited, but no mom. I got to thinking maybe she forgot I was in there. I started to whine. I whined and whined and whined. I stopped to listen for her footsteps. No mom, but I did hear something. It was coming from the grate dad had put over a hole in the floor. My curiosity got the better of me (ADHD) so I HAD to check it out. I went over to the grate and sniffed. There was a faint smell of rat, but something else was there. Something that smelled WONDERFUL. It made my mouth water. I HAD to have it!  
     I sniffed, and sniffed and finally found the delicious treat underneath a cement block by the hole. It took some effort, but I got it out and oh it tasted sooo good. 
     I was laying there, enjoying my treat when mom came back to let me out. She took one look at me and went BERSERK! She grabbed my special treat and tossed it up on the counter top way out of my reach. Then she took me outside and stuck her fingers down my throat. I just looked at her like she was crazy. I wondered what had happened to her while I was inside the house? I looked around the farmyard and everything looked peaceful enough, so why was mom acting weird? 
     After about three pokes down my throat, she loaded me in the big car and took me to town. On the way, I heard her talking to vet Angie about me. When we got to the town house, mom put me on a tie out and went into the house. I still couldn't figure out what was going on. I lie down under the tree to ponder the situation. My stomach growled and gurgled. Maybe I had eaten just a little too much. I thought I’d just sleep it off. 
     I had just closed my eyes ready for a good long nap when mom popped back outside with something in her hand. She said something about me needing to puck the rat poison I had eaten and Angie said that hydrogen peroxide (whatever that was) would make me do that. RAT POISON? I had just enough time to digest that thought when she poked a syringe in my mouth and squirted the nastiest stuff I had every tasted (and believe me I have tasted some really nasty stuff) right down my throat.
     First it bubbled in my mouth then all the way down my throat. It hit my tummy and within seconds all of my wonderful dinner lie on the ground. Mom grabbed my lead and took me to the run pen. Then she did the craziest thing! She scooped up my puck, dumped it in a trash bag and threw it into the big metal tin thing in the alley. 
     I didn’t quite understand what had happened until I got back out to the farm and talked to Big Mamma Black Shadow. She explained to me that the yummy treat I had found in the house was put there by dad to kill the rats that were eating our dog food and if mom hadn’t made me upchuck, I WOULD BE DEAD! 
     I could not believe it. My tasty treasure would have killed me. It is a good thing I have a good mommy. I have learned my lesson and I will never ever, ever eat anything like that again. But I am gonna find that dang rat and make him pay for eating my dog food!

Written By My Mom
Cathy Collar
Because I don't Have Thumbs or Fingers

Friday, June 27, 2014

Tess The Mess "The Tale Behind the Skunk's Behind"


Tess The Mess and The Tale Behind the Skunks Behind.
Hi! It’s me Tessy! I’ve been takin it easy out on the farm and finally feel like my old self. Since it has been hotter than a pig in a roastin pit outside, I’ve not been out for any of my usual adventures. But while I was recuperating Big Black Mama, Shadow told me some tales that happened before I became a member of the family. This one is about a naughty little skunk that caused a lot of trouble for dad. You’re gonna love it!
It was a beautiful fall night. Mom and dad were sound asleep when all kinds of ruckus erupted outside. All six dogs, including Shadow, were barkin like a bunch of wild coyotes. Prissy, the small inside dog let off her warning bark. This caused mom and dad to shoot right up in bed, hearts racing like a wildcat. They both got up as Prissy, a Pekinese, ran to the door. She barked and hopped and growled but dad wouldn’t open it. He and mom already knew what the problem was cuz they smelled the nasty stench seeping through the house. It was a darned old skunk. (I’ve tackled a few of these nasty critters too, but that’s another story.) Prissy didn’t get to go out and everyone went back to bed hoping the stinky varmint would soon be on his way. It was a false hope. The dogs barked all night long.
Now there were two dogs out there that particularly, didn’t like skunks, but more important than that was the fact that they were both trying to gain the title of top dog. Max had been top dog for more than four years, but then he had to go and father pups. He had no idea at the time that one of those pups would get to stay and would be just as stubborn as he was. Freckles was that pup.
The next morning dad went out to the kennels to fetch the dead skunk and haul him and his nasty self off to the country while mom headed to Amarillo for the weekend. Dad looked in all the kennels for the body, but all he found was a skunk’s tail in Freckles pen. He decided to further investigate cuz dad is like that. He has to check everything out. He let Freckles out in the yard and went on his search. No dead skunk in the water bucket. No dead skunk in the swimin pool. No dead skunk under the doghouse cuz the skunk was still alive! That stinky varmint had buried himself under Freckles doghouse. He was alive, but just barely.
Dad decided it was best to leave him there until he was dead for sure just to be safe, if you know what I mean. Well just as dad was about to leave Freckles pen Max climbed over his kennel fence and bolted straight for Freckles. Freckles turn and there they were dumb and son of dumb (That’s what dad called ‘em) locked in a battle for head honcho.
Big Black Mama Shadow barked and barked at ‘em but they just kept on fightin. Dad got the water hose and sprayed them dogs smack in the face, but they just kept on fightin. Finally dad had enough! He grabbed Max’s collar and bopped him on the nose. That must of got Max’s attention cuz he finally let loose of Freckles neck. Then dad opened the garage door and threw Max in there. Freckles headed after Max, but dad caught him and made him sit. You won’t believe what happened next. As dad and Shadow were catchin their breath, they looked out at the kennels and there was that darn skunk. That stinky rascal slowly made his way out of the kennel and down the alley, minus one tail. Dad and Shadow just shook their heads in disbelief.
So if you’re ever out in our part of the country and see a skunk runnin around without a tail, you know the story behind his behind.
Written by My Mom Cathy Collar
because I don’t have thumbs or fingers.



Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Time to have some FUN!


Have you had your smile Today? Check out all of the Fun by clicking the on the FUN POEMS tab.


Isn't this just the cutest critter you've ever seen!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Monday, May 12, 2014

Freeee Ebook!!!!

FREEEEE! Through May 13th ~  
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What do a Winter Fairy, a Dog with ADHD, a Lovely Magical Garden, and a Tea Party have in common? They are all in this anthology, are written by me and are Freeee!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

MOTHER'S DAY

In Memory of My Mother

The Lovely Lou Anne

By Cathy Collar


You reveled in the beauty of the world around,
The sweet fragrance of hyacinths, as they pierce the ground.
The brightly colored daffodils, bobbing toward the sun.
The robin and the meadow lark, when their song is sung.
Turkey, quail, and raccoon, fed in your backyard.
On the creek the beavers worked so
diligent and hard.
At the dawn, or at the dusk, a deer might shyly tread
To graze among the blossom growing in the flower bed.
Horses prancing,  pawing, neighing, running just for fun,
The wonder of the sunset, when the day is done.
As ashes drift with the breeze and settle to the ground,
The beauty of your soul enhances everything around.
We’ll hear your laughter in the song, the birds sing everyday.
We’ll see your grace and beauty through the creatures as they play.
And in the haven by the creek, which you have chosen well,
Eternally your soul will keep and your memory will dwell. CLC
 
I Love & Miss You Mom

Monday, April 21, 2014

Celebrating National Poetry Month

The Purple Problem
By C. L. Collar

This isn’t fun !
 This isn’t Fair !
I was born with purple hair !

When I was little, it was sweet.
Everyone exclaimed, “How unique !”
And I was happy, believe it or not,
Because of all the attention I got.

But, then it happened. It opened my eyes.
Junior High would be my demise.
The other kids, my new found friends,
Pointed and cackled like a bunch of hens !

They shouted and cried, “Look over there !
Look at the girl with the purple hair !”
I vowed that day, my hair would change color,
By one method, or another.

Bleach I was quick to think,
But the results were a pukey pink.
It wasn’t much better, that’s for sure.
Oh ! There just must be a cure !

Dye it brown ! That would do fine !
 But mauve was not the color in mind.
There had to be something that would work,
Or I would soon go berserk !

Black, was the color, I was saved !
But the black washed away and the purple stayed.
Oh, I didn’t know what to do.
my hair now had a tint of blue.

It isn’t fun !
 It isn’t fair !
To be born with purple hair !


Fashion mags by the ton I bought.
A cure for purple hair, I sought.
Then there it was, right before my eyes,
PUNK ROCKERS ON THE RISE !

What a fad ! Just what I needed.
 Soon my hair went unheeded.
Everyone’s hair was many colors.
Mine was mild, compared to others.

I went along in ignorant bliss.
Enjoyed companionship I’d missed.
Kept up with the fashion pages,
Wore my hair in the latest rages.

But, then it happened, While thumbing through,
A fashion mag, I’d bought brand new.
As I turned the page the caption read:
PUNK ROCK AT LAST IS DEAD !

My face turned white as white could be.
They say it was a sight to see.
My cure had faded with the fad,
And purple hair, I still had.

So, now I’m right back where I started.
My hair is permed, purple and parted.
My friends will have to like me for me
For there is no solution that I can see.

It isn’t fun !
It isn’t fair !
But, I guess I’m stuck with purple hair.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter!

The CrossBy C. L. Collar

The Cross; there it stands
Bold and brave.
The symbol of a miracle worker
Who made man out of clay.
Through six suns and six moons
The earth he carefully made.
And rested a well earned rest,
On the seventh day.

The Cross; stands there reminding me
Of all the things he did.
He sent a son from heaven above
To live as we all live.
He taught us of goodness and kindness
And our sins he did forgive.
And what did we repay him with
But cruelty, all the time he lived.

The Cross; reminds me most of all
Of Jesus being crucified.
After all he did, all he helped
And oh how hard he tried,
To teach us of the Lord above
Who had given us all life.
And his repay for all he did,
Was to be crucified.

The Cross; now is a symbol
Of the holiness in this land.
Where almost everyone worships
The man whose giant hand.
Carved this world into what is today,
But I still don’t  understand.
Why it took us all so long to find,
The Holy King Of Man.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Natrional Poetry Month

Today I am celebrating National Poetry Month and Easter with this inspirational poem. I hope you like it.

I Touched The Hand of God Today


I touched the hand of God today
and I was blown away.
A newborn’s touch of innocence
to bless me on this day.

I saw the hand of God today
and I was blown away.
The young girl said they are all jerks
 her friend brushed tears away.


I touched the hand of God today
and I was blown away.
The young man handed me the drugs
then he knelt down to pray.

I heard the hand of God today
and I was blown away.
The mother said, “Take that truck back
to steal is not God’s way.”

I touched the hand of God today
and I was blown away.
Wrinkled and rough, the old man’s hands
as he went home today.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

It's National Poetry Month!

To Be a Butterfly
By Cathy Collar

I’d love to be a butterfly, so beautiful and free,
To float along with the clouds, all the world to see.
I’d like to be a butterfly, and flutter till I settle,
On a soft and colorful, velvet rose petal.
To drift from flower to flower and blend in beautifully,
With my many glorious colors, shinning joyously.
If I could be as carefree as a butterfly,
I would not be afraid to live or afraid to die.
I would not have to worry of what was planned to come.
I would just be proud to know,
That God’s will was done.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Twiddle Fun


Twiddle Fun

By C.L. Collar

Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum,
Went outside for a run.
Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,
"I think we are too round to run."
Said Twiddle Dum to Twiddle Dee,
"Then we will walk to the trees."

Twiddle Dum and Twiddle Dee,
Decided to climb a tree.
Said Twiddle Dum to Twiddle Dee,
"We are too short to climb a tree."
Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,
"Then we will hop to have or fun."


"Now, let's do what we do best!
It's more fun than all the rest!"
They put their arms around there chests,
And then the two rolled down the hill.
They rolled and rolled just for the thrill.

Twiddle Dum and Twiddle Dee,
Sat down underneath the tree.
Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,
"We have walked and hopped for fun.
Then we rolled for the thrill,
Down the steep and bumpy hill."

Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,
"I like to play outside for fun,
But I see the setting sun.
Which means our time for play is done.
We must head home now, Twiddle Dum."

Friday, March 28, 2014

A Simple Poem

Today, tomorrow and always, I hold these things to be true.
The Simple Things ~

 

I believe in the simple things,
Of song and magic and angel wings.
Of days of mirth and days of grief
Of tiny moments of disbelief
Of gentle hearts and spirits bold
Of memories to have and hold. ~
C.L. Collar


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Finding Fey ~ ( The Child of Lore)



The Child of Lore 

By C.L. Collar

 The small, iridescent green dragon listened to her friend's cry from deep down inside the small forest-colored stone. She saw the petite pointed face, huge pine green eyes, and spiked golden hair of Natasha embraced within the stone. Words had not been needed between the two friends since childhood. Their minds had fused together the day Tempest was born. They knew each other’s thoughts and communicated thus, no fuss, no bother, just pure honesty. This was the way it was with Elves born of the Tagnik'zur Clan and dragons.

“Oh, Nat, I don’t know what to do! I wouldn’t know where to begin to look,” Tempest said, wringing her petite paws as a tear of devestation slipped to the ground.

“Tempi, think back to the days of yore. Who told us the most about the Child of Lore? The Wizard, Yaz, he might know more.”

The tiny dragon cocked her head as the words took form in her mind. “What! You want me to go to that crazy old man’s house by myself? You must be kidding! There’s no way I’m going there alone. The last time we were there, he tried to cut off my tail. His eyesight is so bad he mistook me for a lizard. No! That is definitely out of the question! Besides, Nat, we don’t even know if the legend is true. Yaz is crazy. He could have made up the whole thing.”





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