What are Ozlandish Writings?

From July 2010 to December 2014 we ran OZLAND PICTURE STORIES as described below. Sadly though the number of writers reduced over the years and we decided to call it a day. We leave these as a record of the good times we had.

Are "You" ready to challenge your writing skills? Then participate in our OZLAND Picture Stories writing series at The Ozland Art Gallery.

Each month a new picture will be picked, from our OZLAND Artist of the Month collection, with different themes. Your goal is to write a 500-1000 word... poem... essay... or story about the picture picked. This is a chance for you to challenge your writing skills each month. Story can be written in ANY genre... sci fi... romance... ghost... fantasy... fiction... non-fiction... biography... mystery... historical... whatever your writing genre... feel free to experiment. Send your writing inworld to Sven Pertelson as a notecard to have it included on the web site. We meet at the The Ozland Art Gallery each Wednesday at Noon and 6pm SLT to read the latest submissions on voice. More Information

Friday, July 23, 2010

House Chrismassy by Monk Faith

House Chrismassy by Monk Faith

Laying here, uselessly staring at my monitor
Fiddling with Mouse, clicking here and there
And letting my mind wander everywhere
Far-far away, but reaching nowhere.

I wonder what it I am waiting for is
With lowered curtains, closed door,
A miracle won’t popup from the screen
And God would not let a blessing pour.

Home is where the heart is
Christmassy feel it gives.
You can build them lavish,
Decorate them stylish.
But the house needs to fathom love,
Then only you get the olive branches with dove. (Implies peace of mind).
It’s like bunch of kids in chocolate fight,
The more u Say NO, the harder they challenge your might.

Beneath my wine cellar,
I found my dog Danny’s collar propeller.
That was the day I cried,
My heart was deep fried.  
If I teleport my mind more into past,
I see me and my friends having a blast.
I smell the cake my mom makes,
Those are all mine stakes.

The house has seen many seasons
They come and go I think of reasons.
When I find autumn leaf, as snowballing in the winter.
I remember how I traced the lips of my love with leaf’s splinter.
Now comes my nerdy table
Desktop, keyboard and books scattered tells there existed a geek’s fable.

There are memories galore,
Wonder how I should explore.
Then again home is where the heart is,
Christmassy feel it gives.

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