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Wednesday, July 23, 2014


The old lady was once an adventurous young freelance writer and poet teaching English overseas for many years, just to earn money to pay for her incoming bills, kill time and hunt the thrill for good  stories to write and publish back home in the States, if God allowed.
Teaching English Overseas was her bread and butter for a long time.
What is a good story? I wonder…
Begin to practice with writing exercises in your notebook’s outlines, journals or diary entries.
Choose to work with a “quote” that you have memorized. It could be a proverb, idiom, Bible Verse, etc. Write for about 10 minutes or so on what this quote means to you, and how it might be applied to others. We yearn to be moved by words, by actions, thoughts and the world of others, real or imagined. When you tell a story, string the words together in an electrifying fashion to boost and capture the readers’ attention. It’s all about how you do it, in order to produce a great impact in your readers. Do NOT tell a boring story, yet an amusing one!
For instance…
Proverb: “Money is the root of all evil in the material world.”
Who comes for one’s spiritual rescue? I wonder…
In my case, God shows me the way. All I wish to do is to please and serve as a humble Messenger for the Lord with lasting moral values. Plus, I wish to be a volunteer soul for the ones in need, also to help our natural environment, animals and living species. There is no money exchanged dealing with  these kind of interactions.
Long ago, I wrote a short tale inspired in the eyes of a lonely wolf.
“To a cold farewell, I lay a flame with the rose.”
My allowance came to a halt at that point. It had been a free ride to dreamland, the land of poetry. My poetic inspirations were killed with harsh words…
Cruelty and the abuse of power should not be the name of the game. I prayed to God for a complete change in the world.
A keen wind whispered sad news. My emotions were churned, aroused and stirred up to a boiling point to make my blood vessels drip. A thought flashed through my mind. The sparkle of his beautiful eyes were shut forever. Then, a precious life was shattered into silence. I could imagine his feeble body streamed with blood. He was a bridge over trouble water. He used to play and cuddle with his best friend. I could still hear his howl, when he was still roaming as the ancient lonely wolf.
The blanket of ice would remain his epitaph. The hunter killed the story and my heart with it.
How could a good story-teller slay the main character in the beginning of his play, and pretend that his readers would keep on watching his bloody game?
There is no fun for me to read a story without good guys and with a good ending. Do NOT slay the hero, for he/she should survive until the end!
My dreams for a better life was stolen, when a hand pulled the trigger and stole the wolf’s life at a single touch. My heart mourned the one I had begun to love…
On the cold ice of farewells, I lay a flame with the rose of love to warm up the wolf’s lonely grave. That fact was the last straw. 

Author: Starry Dawn.

Monday, March 24, 2014

"The Fingerprints of Childhood Memories."

"The Fingerprints of Childhood Memories."
As far as I can remember as a child, the first set of wooden logs, the vivid memories of discovering the joy to build something extraordinary are as endless as my imagination took to build it.
Those childhood moments, and the recollection of those memories seem to capture my attention.
As an adult, I still dream and crave for a similar experience to build a log cabin with mountain views, a special home filled with memories that will last for a lifetime...
I think that sort of excitement does not 
dwindle with age. I am a dreamer...
The dream of exploration wonderful places, the joy of discovery, the triumph of creating something new, like a breathtaking log cabin with mountain and lake views won't be just another common home, it will be a wonderful journey of discovery to recapture my childhood dreams, and to make those dreams come true in a tangible and meaningful way.
Yes! When I was a child, I was there with my dear mom in some gorgeous places similar to these photos...
The log cabins of my dreams with stunning mountain views filled with large rooms and huge bedrooms, their appeal go much deeper to the core of human emotion.
The smell of fresh brand new cut wood, and its unique appearance will connect me straight to my emotions, deep poetical inspirations, dreams and experiences that I could only imagine before as a little child.
I call these kind of thoughts, 
"The Fingerprints of Childhood Memories."
Do you still have dreams, goals, and/or memories 
from your childhood? I wonder...
Thank you in advance for reading, dear readers!

Friday, February 14, 2014



Have a blessed time with those you love, dear readers!!
Greetings from Poet Starry.

Monday, February 3, 2014

"A True Story in Yonkers Pier by the Hudson River, New York."

"A True Story in Yonkers Pier by the Hudson River, New York."

I could recall the Story of the Beggars in Yonkers Pier (Yonkers Train Station) in New York State. I felt sorry for them, since they had no home, no shelter, no food, no bed to sleep, no family, no love. They were HOMELESS. 
This story happened about 16 years ago or so...
This True Story was about Beggars living in the bushes by the Hudson River at Yonkers Pier. They fished in the water and bathed in the Hudson River. I had seen them doing that. They also begged at 42nd Street in New York City, or other places in Train Stations.
One morning, I walked to the Pier by the Hudson River looking for peace and quiet. I had been weeping for a long time with an acute depressed state of mind. Then, I could recall a rather young looking man in his early 40´s approaching me.
I replied: "Why do you care??..."
At this time, I do not remember how the conversation went on...

To tell this tale in brief words…
This story ended up with me buying food at White Castle for the two beggars, who were dwelling by the Hudson River in Yonkers Pier next to the Train Station.
We had small meals together, gazing upon the Hudson River and the Palisades Hills in Rockland County, New York. The two beggars lived in the bushes by the pier, or sleeping in Train Stations. 
I felt Happy helping them while I was there. I still remember them...
They were U.S.Veterans from the Vietnam War, and ending up in deepest poverty. It was so sad for me to see American War Heroes, who fought for their country, ending up living in such poverty and loneliness back home in their home land. 
I still remember their names, Jimmy and Carl Patterson. 
They were still young fellows back then, both with blonde hair and deep blue eyes glowing like gorgeous sapphires. 
I remember Jimmy swimming on the Hudson River waters, and Carl fishing by the Hudson River Bay.

I send my thoughts and prayers in Christ for them. God may bless them, and be with them in this Season, and always! I hope and pray that they are still alive today. I still pray to God to find these fellows wherever they might be, and get somebody to help them. They deserve to live a normal life, just like everybody else. They indeed, cheered me up at that time about 16 years ago or so. I was very sad, lonely and crying so badly in despair. But, they both wiped my tears away with their words of encouragement and moral support.
They called me "Blondie."  They never knew my real name...
Well, at this point in time, there are no more lonely nights. I've found out there is a Jazz & Blues Band playing music once a week during the Summer Season at the Yonkers Pier by the Hudson River in New York. 
It's funny how things changed through time...

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