The Pharaoh’s Wife (100 word manuscript excerpt)

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The Pharaoh’s Wife

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“Can love last forever?”

“How dare you ask me after I’ve watched my Aziza die one hundred deaths?”

Painful memories clicked through Amani’s mind like old time flicker films of the silent era, each heartbreaking recollection reopening ancient wounds.

Angelo interrupted, “I didn’t mean to…”

“I’ve watched her die at the hands of barbarians, disease, slave owners, and the Black Death.”

“Please stop.”

“Time can heal the wounded heart, but it can hurt the waiting heart.”

Hands aching from all of the times he’s buried Aziza, Amani sighed.

“Can love last forever?  Eternity wouldn’t be enough time to love her.”

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Palace guard Amani is cursed to live forever when he is caught making love to the Pharaoh’s wife.  Millenniums later, he befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love.  Sharing the story of his five thousand year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

Originally titled “The Pharaoh’s Wife,” my current manuscript (first draft) is the story of two men, an immortal and a dying man, sharing their tales of love and life.  I am considering “Eternity,” “Forever,” and “A Time For Us” as titles. Thus, it officially remains unnamed.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

 

for so long

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While today is my three year blog anniversary, multiple eyes surgeries forced me on a long hiatus and limited my actual blogging time to barely one and a half years.

As my long time followers already know, I suffer from permanent blurred vision.  My eyesight may be blurred, but I can clearly see that I wouldn’t be here without your wonderful support.

To celebrate (perhaps amuse is a better word) I have included the first poem I ever wrote in my life.  On November 3, 2015, I penned and posted this poem (and image). It was my first crude attempt at writing poetry.

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for so long

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for so long
I adored her through my window
far too long
I suffered her silent tears
so unloved
this siren breathes unappreciated
too unloved
retreating in the shadows of her fears

for so long
he abused her with indifference
far too long
drowning in her love in vain
so unloved
if only she would let me adore her
too unloved
my tears can wash away her pain

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Please, excuse my slow return from vacation.  The change in climate from Cancun to New York has me sick as a dog.  I will be responding to your comments and reading your wonderful posts.

life is a carousel

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My three step plan on how I will live the rest of my life: LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH

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life is a carousel

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No use crying over spilled milk
Don’t worry over your reservations
In heaven or hell
Our time is too brief
Life is a carousel

Forget the lovers you lost
Or the pounds
That you suddenly found
It’s one ticket per customer
To ride this glorious merry go round

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My next post will be in two weeks on Friday (yes Friday) September 21st; my three year blogging anniversary.

On Monday I begin my next adventure.
Eight days of writing, beaching, and Cancun-ing,

My dear friends you will be missed.
My laptop will quietly weep for you.

Be well
Be happy
Be loved

 

 

 

 

 

the essence of you

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the essence of you

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Fragrances come and go
While your scent lingers
Breathing new life
like a paramedic
mouth to mouth, soul to soul

For you are a potpourri of aromas
A bouquet of love poems
Enchanting my senses
A whiff of romance
On a starry night in June

You are the perfume
Resuscitating my heart
As I breathe love
Every time I inhale
The essence of you

 

 

The Sorcerer’s Wife (100 Word Love Story)

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This is a little throw back to my fiction roots.  A short story originally, written in 2016, I now converted it into 100 words.

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The Sorcerer’s Wife 

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Our writhing bodies glistened with perspiration when he stormed in.

Most betrayed husbands would savagely behead the passionate lovers. Not the evil Sorcerer, he denied me the most exquisite finale of all; death in her loving arms.

He tossed a mystic powder. A purple dust cloud transformed Isabella into a doe.

Next, the Sorcerer converted me into the most loathsome predator; the hyena.

Now, I watch her grazing in the ominous forest; moving with a familiar grace.

For years I coveted beautiful Isabella.

Oh, the bittersweet irony.

As foul spittle drips from my hungry fangs, I crave her even more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the girl I haven’t met

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This little thing is dedicated to my future girlfriend…..

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the girl I haven’t met

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Tonight I fantasized about the girl I haven’t met
As my personal muse she’ll be an inspiring poet
Writing the softest verses as silky as her hosiery
She will wear elegant metaphors like fine jewelry

Gondolas transport love poems through her veins
As her sensuous lips taste of sparkling champagne
Beside her bed rests One Hundred Years of Solitude
In her night table hides lingerie that sets the mood

A delicious contradiction of shy, sassy and coquette
She’s the type of woman no real man could ever forget
For somewhere over the horizon she pens loving poetry
Perhaps one day, her words of love will be meant for me

 

 

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forever haunting me

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This little thing was inspired  by a recent conversation……

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forever haunting me 

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Her metaphors possess me
like a supernatural entity
clinging to my soul in desperation
Refusing to release me
as if it never had a body
to claim as its own

The ghosts in her verses
engrave poetry on tombstones
inside the graveyard of my heart
As her poetry eternally echoes
for her words are spirits
forever haunting me

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Photo from Google Images