A Poetry Collection| In Quotes

Snippets and anecdotes from some of my favorite poems, mostly well-known ones//By the way, my favorite poets are Frost and Hanson.

 

 

Charge of the Light Brigade - Album on Imgur

Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.–The Charge of the Light Brigade, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Winter Woods at Night - Spirited Thinking
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.–Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
Julius Caesar (1953) - Mark Antony's Forum speech (starring Marlon ...

Oh, judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.–Friends, Romans, Countrymen, William Shakespeare

 

 

In The Fields Of Daffodils | Pictures of daffodils, Daffodils ...

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.–I  Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, William Wordsworth

 

Rowboat at night | Row boat, Night, Happy girls
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
      When I have crost the bar.–Crossing the Bar, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
10 American Mountain Ranges Where Fall Colors Truly Shine ...
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.–A Vagabond Song, Bliss Carman
The Grass is Forever Greener on the Other Side... - The Good Men ...
Just remember from the other side, your grass is greener too.–Unnamed poem, Erin Hanson
—Abilene

Enemy of Evil: Chapter Three

Chapter One

Chapter Two

 

I had forgotten how peaceful farm life was.

Years ago, before Hitler had risen to power, my mother and father and I would spend weeks in the summertime at the Richter’s. My parents–successful German scientists (my mother a physicist, my father a botanist)–were wealthy enough to be able to afford to take weeks off work but not wealthy enough for a summer home. So we went to the Richter’s.

Gisela hadn’t been born yet. It was just Mama and Vater and me. The long drive to ‘the country’ seemed to take forever, but was only perhaps forty-five minutes in our Volkswagen.

As soon as we came in sight of the house, Vater would slow the car, and I would leap out of the rumble seat and run. Usually Manfred was waiting for me at the end of the long dirt driveway. We would hug and jump around and then go to the barn, where he would show me whatever new pet he had, be it a newborn kitten or a hare he had somehow tamed. Then we would go to the house, where our parents had already been talking for a few minutes, and Mrs. Richter would pinch my cheek and tell me how much I’d grown and Mr. Richter would bounce me on his knee and give me a peppermint. After dinner, Manfred and I would go play again while the adults talked late into the night.

Of course, it was different now.

Manfred was gone. My parents were gone. Gisela was the lone child, and I dare say the rest of us spoiled her. Isak adored her, and after he and I finished our chores, we would take her fishing in the creek behind the barn or become princes at her royal tea party. Mr. and Mrs. Richter–or Klaus and Ingrid as they insisted I call them now, also played games with her and tried to let her be a child in the midst of this terrible, bloody war.

Reminders of the conflict came in early autumn when the Nazis invaded Poland. Isak kept Gisela out of the house while Klaus, Ingrid and I listened to the statement from Britain’s Prime Minister. When the Nazi-fed propaganda announcements followed, Klaus turned the radio off. I leaned back in my chair and stretched.

“It won’t be long now,” I said. “Surely England and France will be able to crush Germany soon.”

Klaus shook his head. “I fear this is only the beginning.”

“How can it be?” I asked. “Britain has one of the best trained armies in the world. Surely–”

“Nothing is sure,” he interrupted me. “Nothing, Hans. Only that war is hell on earth and many will die. That is sure. Many have suffered, and will suffer. That is sure.”

I ran a hand through thick blond curls, a staple of the ‘master race.’ Every time I looked in the mirror I was disgusted with the reminders of the Chancellor I saw. “I have seen war,” I said. “In Berlin. Hopefully it will not reach here.”

“It will,” Klaus said grimly. “War reaches everywhere. That’s why we built the tunnel. When it comes, we will be ready.”

“We are too old to fight,” Mrs. Richter explained. “But we do have a few….surprises, for when the Nazis come.”

“I will fight,” Isak said, coming in through the back door. “I will make them pay for what they did to my family.”

“Nonsense,” Klaus said. “You will run with Hans and Gisela. Your family is dead. You don’t need to die, too.”

“They killed my mother! And my father. And my sisters. Everyone I know and loved is dead, or in the Breitenau death camp.” He was crying now, his shoulders heaving. “I belong with them. I will get my revenge and go to Himl to be with them.”

Ingrid walked over to him and put her arm around his shoulders. “Listen, Isak, schatz, do not let them kill you. Do not let them get that satisfaction.”

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then nodded. Klaus turned the radio back on and we listened to the Chancellor spew more lies about England and France. I realized that Klaus was right, that this war was really just beginning.

 

What is Love?

What is love?

A young man walks placidly to a casket, hiding convulsing shoulders under the tatters of a uniform. He picks up the spade resting nearby, and, signaling the pallbearers, waits until the pine box is in the ground before shoveling on the first shovelful of the wet earth. He whispers a few lost words to the white cross on the grave, and, picking up his war-torn helmet, salutes his fellow Marines and his Marine of a dead brother in the ground before walking off into the cool May air. He boards his ship, knowing that he is throwing away his destiny, and he is correct–he dies a month later on the beach at Normandy. That is love.

Webster’s 1828 Dictionary describes love as being “An affection of the mind excited by beauty and worth of any kind, or by the qualities of an object which communicate pleasure, sensual or intellectual.” But love is more than that; it cannot be defined by a book, it cannot be realized in our present finite minds. Nevertheless, some will try.

Love is a feeling; it is what makes your heart beat faster when you see your best friend or what makes you want to hug and kiss a baby you’ve just watched be born. It is an emotion; it controls your desires, makes you want to do things for people who don’t deserve them, prompts you to buy flowers for the girl next door. But, mostly, love is a choice.

Love is what you choose when you marry your highschool sweetheart for better or for worse. Love is getting up early to make breakfast in bed for someone on your only day off that week. Love is cleaning the house, from top to bottom, just to see the faint smile on your mother’s lips when she comes home from work. Love is knowing that someone doesn’t love you back, but loving them anyway. Love is unconditional. Love is letters and poetry you pored over for hours so that she doesn’t ever have to worry that she’s not pretty. Love is a birthday present. Love is something they can never repay; something that you will never regret giving.

But, mostly, I think love is this: A young Man, hiding convulsing shoulders under tatters of a robe. He picks up the cross resting nearby, and, at the signal of the soldiers, waits until the hissing crowd parts before walking the first steps of the long, lonely road. He whispers a few lost words to the man who picked up His cross when He fell, and, picking up His bleeding, whipped body, waves to his small band of followers who were faithful enough to come to Calvary. He allows himself to be nailed to the cross, knowing that He is creating a new destiny for all of mankind–and He is correct, but He does so knowing that many will never love Him back. That is love.

 

–Abilene Mowery, written Spring 2019

 

P.S.—-I’m back!

Summer Wrap-Up

//it’s been a hot second hasn’t it. esp. because this summer literally was h o t. anyways//

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things that happened…..

went to youth conference, #UNASHAMED. was a blast.

 

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my perfect little niece was born july 27, 2019. isn’t she precious?

#roadtripped to indy and back twice, to des moines and back once, cedar rapids area once, hobby lobby a gazillion

 

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graduation day 2019

bestie graduated. i honestly could not be more proud of her. she’s taken some huge steps recently in her life and is just trying to serve God. love her so much. ❤

i got a job!!! think i mentioned before but i work at hobby lobby!

passed my first ever college class, a cna course. 98% was my overall grade. it was good for me but now i’m just glad it’s over, l o l

saw two of my cousins graduate, one of which was third in her class of a hundred in twenty kids (same cousin which wants to go to Harvard law) the other one did well as well. so proud of these two!!!

was listening to my pastor give school orientation. he mentioned the graduation date and i was like “oh yeah! who’s graduating this year again?” and then sat there in shock when i realized it is indeed myself.

my best friend went off to college in a suburb of chicago, which is approximately three hours from here//not happy with her//jk

visited my local community college, got some direction in my life//also a free t-shirt

 

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went to apple fest! so much fun.

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went to grandparent’s 50th anniversary party. didn’t know most of the people there but somehow they knew me lol. anyways. spent probably an hour out on the playground, watching a couple of my cousins’ boyfriends wrestle with my younger cousins/jump off the roof of the jungle gym

stayed in indiana with family for a week, which consisted of roaming through a state park, thrift shopping, spending time with two cousins who just got their wisdom teeth out, making friendship bracelets, and watching a binge of cop shows with my cousin

 

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went stargazing.

 

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went to three plays—Mary Poppins, Beauty and the Beast, and Murder on the Orient Express. Murder was my favorite, loved the ending.

watched Incredibles 2 on a big screen at a local park–my parents hadn’t seen it before and they really enjoyed it! incidentally, the screen de-inflated in the middle of the movie–it was crazy ^-^

went hiking w/my school through the Maquoteka Caves, which are about a thirty minute drive away from here. crazy fun!

FINALLY BOUGHT+READ THE OUTSIDERS. like THAT’S OKAY I DIDN’T NEED MY HEART ANYWAY

watched a web miniseries called Star Trek Continues with my sister. It is almost e x a c t l y like TOS. sooooooo amazing. All of the feels, bro. All of them. Go watch it. Now.

ate like a ton of ice cream. this great pizza+ice cream parlor in my town has been open for forty five years so they did forty five cent cones all summer.

fell off my little cousin’s skateboard while trying to show off, scraped up my knee pretty bad. didn’t really hurt but then somebody looked at my leg and was like “are you all right?” apparently there was blood running down my leg lol

went camping in a camper for the first time ever with my aunt, uncle, cousins and some friends of theirs–made friends with the friends’ two little boys. they were big soccer players and i was watching a Fifa game with them and they knew way more about it than i could ever hope to know lol. also i learned that i will never be able to outrun a five year old soccer player.

 

favorite book read: code name verity, by far.

 

will update soon with favorite scriptures, quotes, etc. sorry for the extreme lateness of this post. honestly, these last couple of months have probably been the most stressful of my life, but i’m trying to get back into blogging.

 

love you all, and sorry for the long absence.

——abilene

 

 

 

 

Summer To-Be-Read List

~Hey, y’all.~

I really don’t have an excuse for not posting this. I really don’t. Except of course, of life and work, but we all have that, and some of us (not me) still make time for blogging during that. Anyway.

I’m sorry is this sooo late. I’m posting a wrap up video this week as well, and hopefully (fingers crossed!) that will be on time. Anyway, here’s my summer TBR list; I doubt I’ll finish reading all these this summer, but if I do, there’ll be another TBR barrelin’ down the pike. (But seriously. This summer I’ve got work, re-writing my novel, volunteering at the library, driver’s ed, a CNA course, and trying to hang out with my best friend before she leaves for college, along with various other church activities, but I digress.)

 

 

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Perhaps the classic science fiction tale, ranked with Frakenstien (which I’m currently reading, btw) and Isaac Asimov stories as the best. I’m very, very excited to read this. Very. (Did I say very? Well, let me say it again.) Very excited!!!

 

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The last book in a series I’ve been on a cliffhanger with ever since, oh, let me see…May of 2012. I’m not kidding. Seven years later, I’m going to finally FINISH THIS SERIES (which I loved, btw), but I have to start over and read the whole series from the very beginning to get to this one with the right context since it’s been so long since I’ve read it. Anyway. I’m totally stoked to read this.

 

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A classic my little friend at church, Livi, loaned me. Apparently it’s about bunnies…I really have no idea, other than that, what the plot’s about. Anyway, she liked it, and she’s nine, so who am I to argue with a child?

 

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Because, ALEX RIDER. We all know about the love affair I had with this series last summer…now, I’m rekindling an old flame in preparation for #Nightshade. #alexrider #stoked

 

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My sister recommended me this book, and I’ve learned to trust her recommendations (such as Tucket’s Travels, Anne of Green Gables, and the A Life of Faith series), and the story is set a ship, as is my novel Voyage on the Phantom, so reading this counts as research, right????

 

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Because I recently found out one of my favorite movies was based off of a book. And it’s dinosaurs. Who doesn’t love dinosaurs???

 

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By a local author I met at a writing conference last year. This is going to be the first of her books I’ve read.

 

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Like I said, I’m currently reading this, and I’m almost done with it. It has it’s ups and downs; it’s not my favorite book, but I could hardly call myself a science fiction fan with never having read it. It’s certainly an interesting read.

 

Well, that about wraps it up! What are you all doing or reading this summer?

 

–Abilene

Capture the Horizon

Hello, all! I know I mentioned I would post a to-be-read list next, but I found this short story/flash fiction while I was going through my computer tonight, and thought I’d go ahead and upload it. I wrote it for a contest based around the phrase ‘capture the horizon’ and promptly forgot about it. I don’t even remember if I entered it into the contest! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

 

“Please don’t leave me, Nagan.”

 

The words broke my heart a little bit more, and though I struggled to hold back tears, I knew it was time.

 

“I have to, sweetie. It’s over.”

 

The little girl gripped my hand, her chin quivering as she looked up at me. “I need you.”

I gently kissed her light blue hair. “I know. I know. But I have to go. The war…it calls me, Legla. I have to follow.”

 

She gazed out of the porthole, looking at the stars but not really seeing. “We could ‘capture the horizon’ together, Nagan, just like the Al’Ruan says, just like Yavna wrote all those years ago. You don’t have to go to war. You could steal this ship, go with me instead. We could explore the Fast Allorans, maybe even go to T-chelep. We could disappear. Please.”

 

“Var’esh,” I corrected gently, the corners of my mouth turning up into a smile. Though her quotation of the Al’Ruan was correct, her knowledge of the authors of the sacred book was a bit shallow. “Var’esh said that, sweetie.”

 

“I don’t care who said it.” She suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist, her small chest quivering with sobs. “I don’t want you to leave, Nagan. Please don’t leave me.”

 

“Hey, hey,” I whispered, kneeling to look into her tear-blurred amethyst eyes. “We’re Spirions, Legla. We never give up. Never. We’ve been at war with the Qloens for twenty-five holions, but do we give up? What is your name, little one?”

 

“Legla–but I don’t want you to go!”


I stood, straitening my uniform, trying to look like our long-dead father. “What is your name, little one?”

Slowly, she raised her chin, as she had been taught to since birth, squaring her shoulders and penges. “My name is Legla Pyonce, and I am daughter of Wetpre Pyonce, captain of the Spirion StarBattlers. I am a Spirion, citizen of Cl’lenk, and I am proud to be who I am.”

“Very good, Legla.” I bent to her level again. “Now. I will come back, I promise you this. The Qloens will not defeat me.”

 

“But how can you be sure?”

 

“Because I’ll be coming back to you, my love.” I swiped at a tear that had fallen down my cheek. “And I will always come back to you.” I wrapped her in a tight hug, knowing that it might be the last time I ever touched her. “I love you, Legla.”

 

“I love you, big brother.” Slowly, she released me, and I knew she had made her peace with my decision. “Fight bravely, Spirion.”

 

“I will, Legla.” I stepped into the lift next to the half dozen other Battlers. Before the doors closed I saw my sister grimace as if in pain, touching the claren pendant at her throat. So young, I thought. So young, and so brave. I closed my eyes, trying to forget that I might never see her again, that my eleven-holion-old sister would lose everyone in the galaxy she loves if I didn’t come back. But it would be worth it if we won this war. If she could be safe. If she could have freedom. Even if I didn’t come back, it would be worth it, and, someday, she would be able to capture the horizon.

 

—abilene

May TBR Update

Hey, y’all. I know this is back dated as May 31st, but I’m actually posting this on the eleventh of June, and I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the long pause from me. My life has gotten really busy lately (busier than it already was, which is saying something). Anyway, here’s a short update for May’s books. Honestly, I don’t know when my June TBR will be out–I work every day this week except Thursday, and I’m busy that day–but hopefully I will find time to write it–and to figure out what I’m reading for it–soon. That’s how crazy my life has been; I don’t even know what I’m going to read next month. It’s a strange feeling.

 

Anyway, without further complaining, let’s get into it, shall we?

 

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This was a good one. It was full of facts, but it also had a story line, and I loved Hunter’s crusade. A very good read if you’re looking for WWII nonfiction, especially for tweens and teens.

 

Day of Deliverance: A Jack Christie Adventure

This was okay. I enjoyed the plot and the fact that it was extremely clean, but it didn’t really stick out to me as one I’d like to read again, and generally that means I didn’t enjoy the book that much. I’m also not interested in reading any other book in the series. Fine and fun, but not for me.

 

 

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“Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.” This book shattered my heart into a million little pieces. It is such a sweet, sad, real-life story of loss and love and finding your place in the world. I cannot begin to describe how deep and meaningful this book is. I loved it, and plan to read it again, and again, and again….

 

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I liked it, but honestly, it was kind of a let-down after the movie. I’m not sure I’d just idealized the movie in my mind, or just thought the book was going to be “so much better”, as books usually are, or what happened, but even though I really enjoyed it, it’s just ‘okay’. The illustrations were cool, but they kind of set me off balance, honestly.  After reading books for so long, it’s kind of hard for me to follow a story in pictures. Anyway. I did enjoy it, just not as much as I thought I would.

 

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THIS BOOK IS SO FUNNY. I loved this book. I laughed through this book. It was glorious. Go read it, right now. Don’t rely on the stinking Disney movie to give you real Peter Pan vibes. GO READ THIS BOOK.

 

 

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This is such a sweet book. I loved it, and, surprisingly enough, pretty well followed the story even though it is in verse. I’d recommend it, and I daresay I might read it again.

 

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Even though this was the book on this list I was the most hyped for, it was the only I didn’t finish. Sad, I know, but I’ll definitely read it in June, and I’m still very excited for it.

 

 

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This book wasn’t as clean as I hoped, and for said reason I’ve decided not to read the rest of the books in the series. There were a number of curse words, not enough for me to put down the book but enough for me to stay clear of the author. Other than that, it was pretty clean, and I enjoyed the plot as well as the characters.

 

What have you all read this month?

 

–Abilene