The Goose is Getting Fat

steampunk Xmas
from my polyvore collection

Winter is coming …. oh wait it’s already here, uhhhh Christmas, Christmas, that’s what’s coming. At this time of year, a lot of us need to hone our skills in the art of “suspension of disbelief.” So come along, journey back with me to 1897 and behold the answer to the ultimate question (hint it’s NOT 42).

DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

“VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Continue reading “The Goose is Getting Fat”

Random Thoughts that Jingle – Stream of Consciousness Saturday


For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ingle.” Find a word that contains “ingle” and use it any way you’d like in your post. Have fun!

pinker winter
from my polyvore collection

Random Thoughts that Jingle – Stream of Consciousness Saturday

The jingle, jingle of bells, the laugh of ole’ Kris Kringle. Ho, Ho, Hoing all along the way. Holiday parties, Christmas trees, voices sing as friends mingle, over a cup of wassail while nestled near the ingle. Yet the single most important message of the season so often overlooked is the reason. This is the season of renewal, the waking from the night. Every Winter Solstice, I get that familiar tingle, I can feel the coming of the light.

Soft snow blankets the natural world, insulating it from the cold winds that still blow. But beneath it all Mother Nature begins her work as she readies the costumes for Spring’s big show.

Alfie the Christmas Tree ~ John Denver

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP


dVerse Poetics – Black

from my polyvore collection

HA is hosting and welcomes us to another week of dVerse Poetics. “Today, I am prompting you to think of what comes to your mind when you picture ‘Black’. Think of what it means to you or what it stands for. You can venture into different areas like identity, materialism, personal experiences, physics, et al. as well. Or you can simply incorporate the word ‘black’ in your title and poem. Once you have thought it through and you have written and published your poem, link it up in the widget down below.”

Black Heart

Deep and Rich and Dark
the black of night
removes the colors
from our sight
but for a single star
that burns more bright
or is it just illusion

Hearts so fragile
and easily broken
when into blackness
the mind is woken
when angry words
can’t be unspoken
souls lie in confusion

Blackness covers all
withered limbs that
writhe and fall
crumbled ‘neath the wind
we must walk away or crawl
as colors dance in gay profusion

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

SoCS and 31 Days of October — DRESSING UP

For the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt brought to us by Linda gives us the prompt of Dress. OK, I can work with that.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dress.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

One of the greatest joys of Halloween is that it’s the one day a year when grown ups get to play dress up without anybody staring. OK well maybe staring but like in a good way right? Continue reading “SoCS and 31 Days of October — DRESSING UP”

31 days of October Challenge – Black Cats

31 days October

Today’s 31 days of October Challenge is brought to you by the rantings and ravings of my own mind spurred by Melanie at Sparksfromacombustiblemind who has some really creepy phobias (I’m right there with you on clowns girl).

I can’t think of Halloween without remembering my black cats. I’ve had several. Boo Boo was probably my favorite, so black she was almost red, slitted, creepy yellow eyes. The very thing cat phobias are made of but she was adorable and precious. Anyone who has ever had a cat partner will tell you, nobody owns a cat, especially a black cat. Continue reading “31 days of October Challenge – Black Cats”

The Goddess Shook in Anger – a Poetics Tuesday offering


She watched them as they traveled
on her oceans bright and blue
She watched them as they gathered
with their smiles all bright and new
She watched them dance with wild abandon
around her sacred tree
She smiled to hear their laughter
in the days when the hearts was free
Continue reading “The Goddess Shook in Anger – a Poetics Tuesday offering”

Rage a Tuesday Poetics

Tues Poetics 6.18.19

For Poetics Tuesday, Charmed Chaos asks us for a poem inspired by some of Jackie Hurlbert’s fabulous art, one of which is show above and the inspiration for this poem.

Rage a Tuesday Poetics

The window was wide open
and yet she could not fly
a madman left her broken
and she never quite knew why

Ravens drawn to darkness
saw it deeply in her eyes
the sorrow and the anger
as she gazed into the sky

Her rage became a tool
unbound by mortal laws
He may have clipped her wings
but he forgot that she had claws


Til next time ~Carry your Dreams ~JPP