Heteronyms and Homographs for a bit of fun:

I read this magnificent post on Heteronyms and Homographs, over on Barbara Pyett’s site. I enjoyed it so much, I thought you might like to read it too.

Barbara Pyett

Homographs are words of like spelling but with more than one meaning. A homograph that is also pronounced differently is a heteronym.

You think English is easy??
I think a retired English teacher was bored… THIS IS GREAT!
Read all the way to the end…
This took a lot of work to put together!

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.

3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

4) We must polish the Polish furniture.

5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.

6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.

9) When shot at, the dove dove into…

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I believe in you

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I am so proud of you, for the good you have done and the difficulties you have overcome. I am amazed at your endurance and the grace with which you have lived your life. I am so glad you are here. You were born for greatness, and every day I see it in you.

When you do what you love your greatness thrives. Each time you help someone, your greatness grows. It is alive in the love you feel and show others. And so by doing you honour yourself. You don’t need notoriety, your reward is to know who you are.

A life lived with kindness, integrity, passion and purpose epitomises truly living. A life lived from the heart, from a place of love, is a life of meaning. I wish for you; a wonderful life. Thank you for visiting with me, if even for a moment.

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Fly Me to the moon

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the most amazing show on Earth, amazing, wonderful, science, lunar,

Last night I took a photo of the Moon. (above) As I marvelled at her landscape, I thought of the one inside my mind.

The Moon’s beams are not her own but those reflected from the sun. Have we become the moon and forgotten there is the sun. Have we relinquished the light that exists inside us, to rely on the cast of others? Are our ideas our own, or like the rays from the Moon, an illusion from an foggy, bumpy mirror?

The amount of light from the Moon depends on the point of its orbit; just like us and our point of view. Depending on the angle reflected from, things may seem darker than they are.

When the moon is at is closest it becomes a Supermoon, Twenty percent brighter and clearer, but most of all; full. It is wonderful to be that close to another, that they brighten your life this way! But we are…

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There’s no place like home

I see life from a unique perspective. Honestly. I’m not about to spin you a web of lies. But I will try to weave a tapestry, of a day in my life.

We live outdoors, in the fresh air. The view is inspired, and my neighbours are the gypsies of the natural world. My food is delivered fresh, though sometimes I must be patient for it to arrive. But I don’t mind hanging around. I’ve nowhere else to be. There is always something new to see.

I work from home. Some may find my work a monotony, but that depends on your point of view. I practice intention-directed routines, to enhance my wellbeing, so that when I reflect on life, it is full of meaning.

When I think about who I want to be, my values are important to me. So what may seem a tedious responsibility, such as when I built my home; I look at the value it brings! My children are safe and sound. I can walk around and my food is delivered free. Even the children’s father came here to me!

If you threaten my family, I will protect them. My venom speaks more than words. And though I won’t see my children grow up, I have given them everything they need. As my time is closing in, I will ask you the most significant thing. What matters most to you?


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When Shadows come a creeping

Poe, Creeping, Poetry, Amazing, Monochrome, POnce upon a sunset, weary, I pondered, meek and teary,
over many faint and spurious homes ashore.
While I plodded, waves were lapping. I nearly missed the comely chap in
purple, rapping sincerely past me once more.

I circled round returning, embarrassment was churning,
the concern on his face, not all it wore.
Thanks m m Mister, I stuttered, though I heard not what he muttered,
while I sheepishly retrieved keys to my door.

The sky was pink if I remember; the last day of November.
Shadows winked at all their members, calling Thor.
As my heart was foxtrot beating, the rain threatened sheeting.
The stranger kept repeating Signorina, the storm!

I heard the darkness creeping, peering, I stood statue still, fearing…
Shouting streams no portal could ignore, began to pour.
The ruckus was unbroken, and the night bared no token.
No words could be spoken for the squall.

Swept up, I flew, wept cups and knew
this day may be my last for evermore.
But the tempest’s artful distemper, ceased its senseless raging temper.
And mercifully, lowered me to the floor.

It’s weighted rage sated, my sanity deflated.
My fate no more waited on collated wrath slated afore.
Though late I was beamish, despite encountering the fiendish
and my squeamish side, no longer held rapport!

When the shadows come a creeping, they’re a threat that will seep in,
don’t let them sweep in, explore
Of courage grab a tankful, a bank full of tranquil,
and recall how much we’ve to be thankful for!