Birthday Baby

On February 24, 2017February 24, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Baby, DeBorah, DeBorah Ann Palmer, The Daily Post, The Daily Prompt, Uncategorized13 Comments

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Feb 24, 2017

Baby

The Baby in these photos will be 58 years old on Monday, February 27th!! Happy Birthday to Me! Pisces Rule!

Baby Me & Lamby Pie

Me and Stephen 1961

Little Me

DeBorah had a Little Lamb

1961- A Very Good Year

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Hideout and the Final Escape

On February 21, 2017February 21, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn BeBe & CeCe Winas - No Hiding Place, Hideout, https://youtu.be/HSrASrbAsKA, Mark 4:22 New King James Version (NKJV), One Word Photo Challenge: Escape, The Daily Post, The Daily Prompt, The Gospel Harmonettes-No Hiding Place Down Here, Uncategorized1 Comment

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Feb 21, 2017

Hideout

https://jennifernicholewells.com/2017/02/21/one-word-photo-challenge-escape/

FEBRUARY 21, 2017 BY JENNIFER NICHOLE WELLS

One Word Photo Challenge: Escape

Part III: People, Places & Things

If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!

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This week’s word is Escape!

To quote one of my parents favorite sayings, “What is Done in the Dark shall come to the Light.”

Mark 4:22

New King James Version (NKJV)

²²For there is nothing hidden which will not be revealed, nor has anything been kept secret but that it should come to light.

The Gospel Harmonettes-No Hiding Place Down Here

BeBe & CeCe Winas – No Hiding Place

Lush

On February 11, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn 13 Crazy Things White People Think About Black Hair, Lush, The Daily Post, Uncategorized7 Comments

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Feb 10, 2017

DAILY PROMPT

Lush

When I was younger my hair was Lush, Full, Thick and so Dense that if my Mom used a regular comb the teeth in the comb would break. In the 1970s my hair was proudly Afrocentric. Watu Wasuri Use Afro Sheen. Some of you may remember that commercial. Of course like most Black Women I’ve worn my hair in many other styles including straightened using both the straightening comb and chemical process, the 1980s Jheri Curl, Locs, box braids, cornrows, Bantu knots, etc… When I had my Locs they reached all the way down my back to my butt. Loved it but after a while this hairstyle proved to be high maintenance so back I went to the Afro.

However since Menopause I’ve experienced certain unwanted changes in my hair. It is still fairly thick but not as dense and the texture has become more wiry with a change in the curl pattern. It is also more wild than when I was younger as though the hair had a life of it’s own. Well maybe it does.

The worst hair change was having my hair literary go gray overnight when I was 52. I Don’t Like Gray Hair and I Do NOT want to own it like some white lady visitor to the museum told me I needed to do. I enjoy coloring my hair Vampire Red and I know and believe I look Great with Red Hair. I get lots of compliments on my hair. This brings me to the below video and yes I’ve had white people both male and female say these things to me at work and attempt to touch my hair.

Let’s get this straight. Never. Ever. Upon the possibility of getting slapped or punched in the face should you touch or attempt to touch a Black person’s Hair. Touching hair is intimate contact which most Black people myself include Do Not Appreciate. STOP!! No Touching! Black People are not petting zoos and I for one HATE to be Touched. If I don’t know you and you don’t know me KEEP Your Distance!! Exclusions are small children, developmentally disabled kids who have come up to me and hugged me. the very elderly and disabled people who need assistance. These groups are okay. As for the rest of you well I can only conclude that you must but some type of pervert or sex predator.

Again: DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR OR ANY PART OF MY PERSON!!

After you watch the videos I’ve included a Slide Show of my hair over the years.

Things Not To Say To Someone With Afro Hair

13 Crazy Things White People Think About Black Hair

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Borders of the Mind

On January 14, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Border, Hypnos, Hypnotize, Midnight Marauder, Mole People, Morpheus, Nightmares, Phantaso, Phobetor, succubus, The Daily Post, Twin Peaks Dancing Dwarf, Uncategorized, Walls and Memories

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Oct 7, 2016

DAILY PROMPT

Border

Walls and Memories

Yesterday is another country. Borders are now closed.

TEDDY BUTLER, Midsomer Murders, “Vixen’s Run” (2006)

But Sometimes the Past Memories come back to haunt you. The borders are permeable. There are holes in the fenced bricked walls. Thoughts within the intricacies of the mind have no fear of protective barbed wire. They weave over and around like ghosts through cemetery gates.

As much as you attempt to put the past behind you it hangs onto your coat-tails and sticks like fly paper. Where you move it goes. Forever your shadow real yet intangible daring you to leave it behind because you both know it, they, the memories, flaws and failures will always be a part of your life like skin to bone. Muscle to fiber and tendon. You can never forget. Swift Rivers carry bodies downstream to surface with the Spring thaw. Sacrifices for the Funeral Pyre.

The Immolation of Brigadier Jaynes

Brigaider Jaynes. He went insane.

Not all at once. But in bits and pieces.

Dying upon tracked grill. For the rats to get there fill.

Leftovers charcoal broiled. Pigeons, Roaches and rats gather for a feast.

He once went for Reyna Angelica. Ms. Lady who did a pole dance with a tracker trailer at the intersection of a State of Insanity. Stopping traffic for miles around.

Bodies stacked like cord-wood.

Behold the Char Man Cometh

His Fiery Frame set to blazing coals.

His disembodied entrails offerings to the Underground rat-tail gods.

Char-Man ~~ A Jumping, Jaggling, Waggling, Corpse doing a Macabre Jig inside the tunnel.

A Sign Shouted Danger/Peligroso! For Gotham is a Bi-Textual Town.

Another of the Mole People succumbs to the savageries of Life.

At Dusk when the warmth of the Sun has ceded to Night’s chill, Char Man comes to me offering to turn my bed into a living breathing fireplace with me as one of the perpetually burning logs. His eye never quits straying from my side. The Eternal Inferno Burning Spectrum infests my dreams like creeping ivy and mold. I am just an observer. If he can’t have Laura will he take me?

And so it begins once more.

Oh Laura! Where have you gone?!

Twin Peaks Dancing Dwarf

Hypnos, Morpheus and Phantasos mock me!! Phobetor, god of nightmares is my Deity.

I’ve suffered from Nightmares, Insomnia, Night Terrors and as an adult Sleep-walking. When I was younger I used to see demons at the foot of my bed and felt some type of demon or evil being sitting on my chest! Thankful that finally went away. However Sleep has rarely been peaceful or restful for me!

The Man from Another Place is Waiting for you!! For at Midnight all Black Cats are Grey and Dying men sometimes transmigrate into lesser animals. For you see I am not from Gentleness but from War. I am the Midnight Marauder a Succubus come to steal men’s souls as they sleep!