Whispered Secrets

Enticing her nicely with a crystal of pink…..Treating her gently and causing no pain…..She's wrapped rather loosely……with a small bit of chain......She's easy to capture and easy to lose….. She can fly away quickly without even a bruise.

NEWS RELEASE....A cave recently discovered by two children may hold the secret to an ancient society. These artifacts found in the cave reveal how this Warrior Monk lived surrounded by mystical elements of healing as well as articles of intimidation and death. A massive war shield lies beside a large banner proclaiming him a man of God. Who knows what secrets these items will continue to tell us!

I'm hardly an angel. I'm sure you'll agree..….But money is tight and nothing is free……So I do what I have to and then I'll move on.…..Tomorrow, the dressing room's empty and this Daisy is gone!

I'm very lovely and very rich. Perhaps even a bit of royalty…....My jewels might tell you that, but beyond the face, not much to see.......I look neither happy nor sad. Just lost somewhere in history..….See if you can find me there or will I remain a mystery?

I love blue! Don't you?....Blue as my baby's eyes, blue as the morning's skies.......My husband loves me, don't you see. He went without so I wouldn't pout.......You may think me frivolous or a bit of a fluff......But I do love blue! Don't you?

She was a can-can dancer in the city of Marseille…..She danced each night in a small cabaret...…She loved a fine gentleman who gave her three wishes…...He brought flowers and candy in exchange for her kisses........Her first wish was marriage, but as everyone knew…..,Wishes are cheap. Only her love was true.…..She was a can-can dancer in the city of Marseille…..She danced each night in a small cabaret.

Daddy calls me Princess, Mommy calls me Sweet Pea, Brother calls me Baby Girl, and I just call me--Me......Brother tells me secrets, Daddy gives me whirls, Mommy teaches me to tie my shoes, and play nice with other girls........When the meanies come out on the cold dark nights, Mommy gives tickles and kisses, tucks me in and covers me tight.

How far away are you? How many miles? With your pretty red parasol and your sweet little smile........I think, perhaps, years away and that should make me sadder,…..but contentment spreads across the years, that's really all that matters.

She was lovely, but a bit flighty and could disappear with a flick of her fan.

My name is Elizabeth. Not Beth and certainly not Lizzie…...I'm married to a fine young man and our two children keep me busy.......Women in my circle never work. Help for the children and help to cook..…We maintain our schedules and run our homes by the book...…I'm well taken care of. Look my best and never bore…..I have a reputation to consider, but often wonder........Is there more? .

The Egyptians had a conniption when the Sphinx called Cleo a jinx.….The Asps and Scarabs were up in arms and set off a dozen alarms..…The Pharaohs stated things did look funny…..Till Cleo explained, “Just looking for my mummy.”