Delicate Chime – #Poetry for #Peace

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Delicate Chime

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Crystalline Bell of Delicate Chime,

Measure of Treasure

Tolling in Rhyme;

Sing, Spirit, your Exquisite Song

Of Quietude and Solitude

Where I long to Belong.

Crystalline Bell of Subtle Refrain,

Toll Harmoniously

Again and Again!

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: cursorusso.com.br

Sweetness – #Love #Poetry

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His eyes reflect the Colours of His Vivid Soul.

His Heart, unclaimed, Is ever my Goal.

His Hands are a Work of Priceless Art,

Breathtaking Perfection in Every part.

His Smile is Entrancing, Enwrapping Seduction,

Leading me, Always, to a Single deduction.

Irresistible in His Masculine Guile,

Dimples caress His Beguiling Smile;

His voice is Symphony; Masterful Sound,

Which makes me Gasp and my heart Pound.

His Body Abundance;

His Spirit Completeness,

Sweetness surrounding Sweetness.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful original photography found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer and model.  Thank You~

A Thankful Heart – #thoughts for #Thanksgiving

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A Thankful Heart is Open to Blessings
because it is closed to worry, doubt, and wailing.

A Thankful Heart is Filled with Love
because it empties itself of loathing, greed, and envy.

A Thankful Heart is Overflowing with Peace
because it does not Share itself with lies, distrust, and negativity.

A Thankful Heart Touches Others with its Blessings and Love
because it is Ever in the Presence of Love and Blessing.

A Thankful Heart Speaks in Kindness, Patience and Empowerment
because it does not Speak of hate, intolerance or to incapacitate.

A Thankful Heart Chooses its Path Each Day with Diligence and Joy
because it does not Concentrate on what it cannot do.

A Thankful Heart Walks in Hope, Love, Peace and Joy
because it Knows nothing else.

A Thankful Heart Shares its Purpose
because it is Incapable of Withholding All that Pours from its Abundant Profusion.

Embark upon Each New Day with a Thankful Heart
and You will Find Endless Blessings for which to be Thankful.

You are a Blessing for which I am very thankful. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. ❣

~Morgan~
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Simple Joys- of #books #SciFi and #Poe

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I was delighted and honored when a reader sent me this picture of their bookshelf.

Just placement after all, but WHAT a place to be. I couldn’t help smiling and…. obviously…. couldn’t keep myself from sharing😊

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~Morgan ~

Silent Reverie – #Poetry of #Life and the #HumanCondition

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Whispers of

A Distant place and Rhyme

Melancholy notions

of Enchanted Time

Kissing the wind

In Silent Reverie

Of Remembered Sorrows

and Unspoken Dichotomy

Smiles unnoticed

As the Hours Turn

Falling Shadows

of What we Learn.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Photography by Tammy Hughes

 

#Epic #YoungAdult #Fantasy #BasedOnActualEvents

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#DarkFey Standing in Shadows recently received this delightful #review
“I love the pronunciation lesson! I had a lot of fun trying to say some of these names out loud!
High fantasy isn’t my go-to genre, but a little Fey in one’s life never hurts even if it is dark. This one was the perfect length for me! I’m looking forward to more!
The game rules were great
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“You cannot intentionally knock your opponent over the head; you cannot kick him, bit him, or tear his feathers out.”

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Dark Fey: Standing in Shadows, book two of the Dark Fey Trilogy, delves deeper into the mystery and suspense of the tale initiated in book one: The Reviled. In book two, readers discover the history behind the main character, Gairynzvl, in greater detail as they learn about the harrowing life he endured among the Reviled of the Uunglarda, as well as the terrors of The Integration; the process of intentional cruelty and neglect designed to twist childfey into Dark Ones. Although Standing in Shadows reaches deeper into the shadows, it never strays entirely out of the Light, relating a tale of both fear and hope as readers share Gairynzvl’s challenges to return into a restored life.

Although certainly darker than book one, Standing in Shadows does not incorporate this level of horror simply for the sake of it. One does not need to open the pages of a book to discover the unthinkable, as the darkness typically embodied in fantasy genre stories by some terrifying being or creature is very much alive in our own reality and this is the underlying motivation for the darkness woven into Dark Fey. Standing in Shadows was inspired in great part by the terrifying, yet true-life events of the Lord’s Resistance Army or LRA, a rebel militant group in Uganda that has for over 20 years abducted children from their homes; forcing them to commit horrifying acts of violence against each other and their own people. These children suffer a very real Integration and, like the childfey of Jyndari, they endure violence, starvation, multiple rapes and beatings at the hands of truly sadistic overlords. This is how the Reviled came to life and became the horrifyingly cruel beings depicted in Dark Fey.

However dark, Standing in Shadows also gives readers the opportunity to explore the vibrant realm of Jyndari more fully. The action slows down and more time is spent among its many detailed characters. There are accounts of distant lands and exotic wildlife; readers join the villagers of Hwyndarin in a night of celebration and exquisitely described traditional music; and the characters even get time to enjoy an exhilarating, heart-pounding sporting event, but through it all, Gairynzvl’s purpose remains and the reasons why he wants to return into the dark realm of The Uunglarda are ultimately exposed.

Winner of 2016 Readers Favorite 5-Star Review & Recommendation

Gairynzvl risked everything to escape his captivity in the darkness. Now, despite the dangers involved and the very great risk of sparking full-scale war with the Reviled, Gairynzvl has an irrepressible need to go back into the darkness to rescue as many of the childfey trapped there as he can find. The success of his plan hinges upon the unique skills and magic of everyone who chooses to join his band of Liberators, and it will require a level of dependence upon each other for which few of them are prepared. Their actions will test all their limits, could easily divide loyalties, and will shake the foundations of everything The Fey of The Light have accepted as truth for thousands of years.

The story of Dark Fey is set in a fantasy realm of Jyndari, a world of beauty, magic, Light and Darkness. It is peopled by Feyfolk, winged beings the size of any human who are born with gifts of telepathy, empathy and sometimes magic. It relates how the Power of Hope, Acceptance and Forgiveness can change the world, if you take Positive Action to create Change through doing what is Right.

The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.

The Reviled: http://mybook.to/thereviled
Standing In Shadows: http://mybook.to/standinginshadows
Breaking Into The Light: http://mybook.to/BreakingLight

Discover More About Dark Fey at its Official Website

 

~Morgan~

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For More Information on the LRA visit Unicef: http://www.unicef.org/newsline/02pr06lra.htm

Perpetuating the Sublime – #metaphysical #poetry

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The Silence of intangible Time

Stands Testament to Vision

Verbosity in wordless Rhyme

Clairvoyance in Provision

Giving all it takes away

Silhouettes of Reason

Hyperbole of Whispers

Laughing in Rich treason

To the Lingering Silence

Perpetuating the Sublime

Manifesting Harmony

In a mute and changeless chime.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful original photography by Jim Crotty.

Thank you ~

A Celebration of #Harmony #Family and #Friendship

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Summerfest III

As the seasons shifted , the fey of the light gathered together for a celebration of color and brightness. They dressed in glittering, bejeweled costumes; decorated their homes with sparkling lanterns, filled their porches and gardens with fresh fruit, crisp garden vegetables, sweet baked treats and sugary indulgences for any passerby to enjoy, and played a multitude of musical instruments in a discordant symphony of jubilant sound.

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Parading along the avenues from home to home in dancing, fluttering, gleeful revelry, fey of all ages delighted in the company of their friends and family while eating and drinking the sweet temptations of the season, and at the end of the evening’s festivities, all fey, young and old, joined together to venerate the passing of the Season of Light.

Summer Triangle Thru Trees

They gathered in the Clearing of the Stars, where the forest canopy contracted and one could gaze up, out of the forest, into the glittering night sky enchanted by the glowing moon and the sparkling stars overhead. Together, they began the incantation of the changing seasons led by their village Celebrant, their voices subdued and solemn after a full day of laughing and singing. They paced through the intricate dance which marked the ending of the growing and gathering seasons and the beginning of the season of cold darkness with austerity.  Bowing, pausing, stepping, clapping, pausing, clasping hands, passing, turning, pausing, releasing, taking to wing, alighting and repeating until the midnight horns rang through the clear, cold night air. The sharp tones signaled more than just the ending of the day; they heralded a somberness that descended upon the village as silently as the first winter snow.

No longer would the days be warm and bright; they would be cold and bleak. No longer would the shushing of emeraldine leaves and the luscious scent of flowers fill the air; there would be only the creaking and groaning of barren branches in the icy gales of winter. No longer would the songs of thrush and cicada ring through the canopy overhead; there would only be silence and the scrunching of snow underfoot.

*** It is the time of year when the Fey of the Light celebrate and Honour the Sweet Joy of Harmony, Family and Friendship, I wanted to share this excerpt from Dark Fey The Reviled.****

~Morgan~
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Beautiful photographs found on: redbubble.com-, c2.staticflickr.com, gibbsfarm.net, widehdwalls.com and amazingsky.net

FIND The Reviled here:

Dark Fey The Reviled on Amazon/Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Reviled-Dark-Fey-Book-ebook/dp/B00RZMVNQQ
Dark Fey The Reviled on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Fey-Reviled- Cynthia-Morgan/dp/1505413230

Impressions – #DailyMeditations for #HarmoniousLiving

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Gothic

What you Think about Another,
Will be Reflected in How You Treat Them
Love Each as your Brother, As Your Mother,
And Kindness from Your Love will Stem.

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Harmony Blossoms when we Look at another and See ourselves.

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Take each step upon the Path of Life with the Intent to Smile
and Harmony will Light your way.

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Reach with Hands that seek to Give
and
Abundance will Fill your world.

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterst.

Slithers – #Dark #Halloween #FlashFiction

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Shadows slithered along the deserted alleyway like writhing serpents. I stepped carefully, watching the darkened corners with the penetrating gaze of a terrified animal. Somewhere in the midst of the gloom, the one I sought had hidden himself and coming upon him unawares was perilous in the extreme. Dark tides of time washed across my path, marooning me in a vast ocean of treacherously flickering streetlights. Echoes of the night reverberated down the damp walls lining the backstreet, their shudders mirroring my own as I crept forward with deliberate stealth. A few additional paces and I’d be free, released from the harrowing confinement like a dove set to soar and my heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

It was not to be.

In that brief moment, everything turned upside down. Panic pushed the bounds of my mental and physical limits. Unparalleled terror pitched me into a frenzy of flailing limbs and earsplitting shrieks that scathed through the night like a reprise of the days of Jack the Ripper. I was the embodiment of horror, held captive by the icy grip of fear.

In the chaos, the tarantula crept from beneath a shadow leaching across my path, looked up at me and laughed.

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Beautiful Photograph is : Alley_on_a_Foggy_Night_by_jheintz21

Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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Stirring Image by: ariagne-stock at deviantart.com

#Free #Epic #YA #Fantasy – #Book #Spotlight

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~Morgan ~