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 O’HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.
“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”→
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.”
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
Melanie over at Sparksfromacombustiblemind clued me in to this awesome 31 days of October challenge brought to us by Laura over at lavent69. COOL. Sorry I’m so late jumping on the wagon but I am all over this one! Laura’s theme for today is “Primitives” Here is my contribution.
and of course of a bit of poetry
ANCIENT RITES Hair unbound wild and free she dances round the sacred tree and sings her chant in rhymes of three
Fan the fire watch it grow bring the creatures to the grove where they come from no one knows
when at last the world between signals planets align all unseen Spirits rise on Halloween
Up today on Tuneful Tuesday – poetry inspired by some of my favorite songs: Gypsy. Yeah, you could say I’m a Stevie Nicks fan. Awesome songs, awesome voice, awesome personality. Need I say more, the original urban gypsy.