Ruby’s Snow Song ūüíú

Silently the the white stuff fell

It called to me, it did compel.

All night the quiet, white spread

As I lay snoozing in my bed.

Finally I could wait no more

I got my humans up for sure.

Out into the snow white yonder

The landscape fill my head with wonder.

Off across the field I scurried

All around the white stuff flurried.

I danced and pranced all around

My ball with me new youth I found.

Playing about just like a puppy

Then home for breakfast, I am so lucky.

Lune day 12

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

Blue skies puffy clouds

Ruby, me

My heart sings out loud

Valentine’s Day.

Two Valentine Poems from different ends of the spectrum. The first one I wrote in 2013 the second I wrote last year.

Valentine Day.

Beautiful Roses their message plain,

They were oh! so lovely when they came.

Chocolates and champagne too

A handsome way to say “I love you”

Sadly handsome is as handsome does

And no one wants to make a fuss.

But the message seems to fade away

As tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.

The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall,

The vase smashed, the flowers scattered as they fall.

No good to offer soothing words

The shouting’s all that’s heard.

The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .

Only half the tale is known

The neighbours have no idea of what’s happening in this home.

Things get worse she grabs a knife

She’ll put an end to all this strife.

She cuts him once she cuts him twice …

“You need to learn to be be more nice”

She whispers with a smile.

He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.

The police have been called more than once

But she always manages to repel their response.

The truth is, they would not believe

This poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved.

She carries no marks or bruises None at all for she is the one who abuses.

Her husband is a patient man Who tries to please his wife the best he can .

But she cannot be appeased Nothing he can do makes her pleased.

She swears she loves him she swears it will change

But week after week it is the same.

He will do or say something wrong

And her patience will be gone.

He has tried to leave her tried to go

But she begs and weeps and carries on.

She promised she would get help.

He cannot see any way out

He cowers in the corner as she shouts.

The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ………

Then comes the usual banging at the door.

ūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüĆĻūüĆĻ

Acrostic: Be my Valentine

Breathtakingly needing

Eros’s arrow pricks

ūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíú

Mixing love potions at this time

You must, you must be mine.

ūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíú

Value added roses and chocolates

All add up to to special dates.

Love encounters special things

Enchanted, petals hearts and fairy rings.

Never knowingly under sold

Treats and treasures gently unfold.

Intimate touches and arousing kisses

Naked passion erupts exploding wishes

Ending orgasmic joy.

ūüĆĻūüĆĻūüĆĻūüĆĻūüĆĻūüĆĻūüĆĻūüĆĻ

I do hope everyone had a happy Valentine’s Day. ūüíúūüíú

Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge

Thank  you  to Sue  Vincent   for  sending me  the  The Three Days , Quotes Challenge

I have  done  this  challenge  before  and  am happy  to  do it  again.

I would  like  to ask Ritu  , Helen Espinosa, and Jean at Social Bridges   if  they  would join in  if  they  would  choose  to.

 

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“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.

Buddha

Rules of the challenge:

  1. Three quotes over three days.
  2. Three nominees each day (no repetition).
  3. Thank the person who nominated you.
  4. Inform the nominees.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Screen, Acrostic and Haiku

Our Lovely ¬†LindaGHill has ¬†set us ¬†our ¬†SoCs ¬†challenge ¬†for ¬†this ¬†weekend ¬†she announced ¬†yesterday: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‚Äúscreen.‚ÄĚ Use it any way you‚Äôd like. Enjoy!”¬†

So my  entries  are an Acrostic  poem  and  a Haiku.

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Rules and Pingback here.

The Screen

Sitting  in the  waiting  room staring  at  the  TV screen

Concentrate on the program trying not to scream.

Relentlessly going over things deep inside  my  mind

Everything seems  normal but it is not for  you you find

Entering  the room , the Dr pulls back a screen

No need  to worry my dear things look  better  than they  have ever been.

The Silk Screen.

Brightening her day

It’s beauty took her faraway

Her joy and escape.

 

 

Just Jot It January: Felicity

THIS IS  PART  OF  LINDAGHILL’S  JUST JOT IT JANUARY .  Today 21th January prompt  is Felicity  proposed  by Fun Simplicity.

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Rules

Felicity    (happiness, joy, joyfulness, joyousness, rapture, bliss, euphoria,delight, cheer, cheerfulness, gaiety)

FELICITY

She walked  in any room  bringing with her  sunshine

It seemed  to  follow  her  everywhere

Felicity  was by name and by nature all the time

Her beauty  not skin deep she was  like  a solar flair.

 

She  loved music  and  of course  she could  dance

Everyone  she met fell under her magic spell

Her life  a  joyous  trail you  would get drawn in by  chance

She  was a happy,  full of  life,  with her  all went  well.

 

Drawn into  her  circle,  life  could be full of bliss

Her love of  life  was infectious

Always  she  was happy  to grant  your every wish.

She  was love glee, joy ,euphoric ,gaiety and  joyous !

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#tuesdayuseitinasentence : Joy

OMG! I  am  going  to have  to  rush  if I  am  going  to  get, #tuesdayuseitinasentence , in on  this Tuesday!

So today  the  word  is Joy.  

Forty, c’est Fantastique !¬† ¬†is hosting ¬†this ¬†week!

Rules  and Pingback are  here 

Hashtag   #tuesdayuseitinasentence

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If  let   out of  the box  does Joy become un-contained?

 

 

Sunday Song Lyrics : Best Day of my life

This  week  my  Sunday  Song  Lyric  is  Best  Day  of  my Life, by American Authors. I really  love  this  song  because  it is  so  happy,  so  full of  hope  and it  always  fills  me full of hope! The  video

The ¬†video ¬†is ¬†lovely ¬†too. A ¬†Nerdy ¬†guy ¬†meets ¬†a ¬†strange looking ¬†‘Creature ‘ they have a wonderful ¬†night out ¬†together. The ¬†pair ¬†do ¬†all sorts ¬†including ¬†having ¬†their photo taken ¬†together. At ¬†the ¬†end of ¬†the video ¬†the ¬†guy is on his ¬†own sleeping ¬†in ¬†a bar… he ¬†wakes up after looking ¬†around ¬†to ¬†find himself ¬†alone ¬†he ¬†assumes he ¬†dreamt his ¬†time ¬†with ¬†the ¬†creature. ¬† He ¬†leaves ¬†the ¬†bar ¬†and ¬†the ¬†barmaid ¬†picks ¬†up ¬†th ¬†photos ¬†he ¬†dropped ¬†and ¬†is ¬†surprised ¬†to ¬†see ¬†the ¬†guy ¬†with ¬†a ¬†strange ¬†looking ¬†creature!

AMERICAN AUTHORS LYRICS

¬†“Best Day Of My Life”

I had a dream so big and loud
I jumped so high I touched the clouds
Wo-o-o-o-o-oh [x2]
I stretched my hands out to the sky
We danced with monsters through the night
Wo-o-o-o-o-oh [x2]

I’m never gonna look back
Whoa, I’m never gonna give it up
No, please don’t wake me now
(2, 3, 4)
Oo-o-o-o-oo
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-ife
Oo-o-o-o-oo
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-ife

I howled at the moon with friends
And then the sun came crashing in
Wo-o-o-o-o-oh [x2]
But all the possibilities
No limits just epiphanies
Wo-o-o-o-o-oh [x2]

I’m never gonna look back
Whoa, I’m never gonna give it up
No, just don’t wake me now

Oo-o-o-o-oo
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-ife
Oo-o-o-o-oo
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-ife

I hear it calling outside my window
I feel it in my soul (soul)
The stars were burning so bright
The sun was out ’til midnight
I say we lose control (control)

Oo-o-o-o-o

This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-ife
Oo-o-o-o-o
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-ife
This is gonna be, this is gonna be, this is gotta be
The best day of my life
Everything is looking up, everybody up now
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-ife

Here is  the Pingback

Helen at  This  thing  called  life one  word  at a  time  invites everyone who would like to play along so we can share some fantastic music together.

Here are the rules for Song Lyric Sunday:

  • Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  • Make sure you credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to Helen’s ¬†post that will go up every Sunday by 9am MST
  • Check out at least one other person‚Äôs blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process

 

Five Photos Five Stories: Time and Tide:Nonet

IMG_20140715_070537698Chilly  mornings, warm  light  evenings

Sunrise, sunset all things  done.

Ripples of  joy, tides of grieving .

Time gathers  momentum

Dead leaves  rise  and  fall

Hear  the silent

Cries  from

Those gone

Before

 

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Here are the rules for the ‚ÄúFive¬†Photos Five Stories‚ÄĚ challenge:¬†‚ÄúPost a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the¬†challenge.‚ÄĚ

I am going  to  try  and use  the  theme  of graveyards.

My third  nomination goes to Charlie Mills 

Thanks again to  This  thing  called  life. One  step  at time    for nominating me for the challenge.

 

Quench

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Morning Glory

All day it  has been threatening,  creeping  near

I could  feel it,  I  could  smell it,  it  was almost  like a fear

A rustling in the  trees a swooshing  through  the bushes

Closing in  all day, crawling  up on me  through  the rushes.

 

The  morning  started  so  well blue  skies and  sunshine

Wandering  through the  church yard the  day look set  to be fine.

Halfway  through  the afternoon  all things  began to change

Not  like  the  morning   creep  and  clinging  nasty  and  strange!

 

Drip, drip, plop ,plop  it is  getting  nearer the skies  are  dark

When they  should  be light. A rumbling  sounds, hark!

It’s here, it’s ¬†here ¬†at ¬†last the ¬†clouds are ¬†bursting

I want to dance, hearing ¬†the ground rejoicing at it’s quenching.

 

 

 

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