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 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”

dVerse Poetics – Black

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

Ancient Rites – 31 days of October Challenge

Vintage Halloween
Photo from Pixabay – words from Shakespeare

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

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Tuneful Tuesday March 19 – Gypsy

Gypsy
digital art from my polyvore collection

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.

Gypsy Dreams

Velvet, lace and paper flowers
I loved the gypsy that I was
Like lightning, love strikes once
or maybe twice
but it lights up your heart
Continue reading “Tuneful Tuesday March 19 – Gypsy”

The Dream

Kira sun scribbles 3.3.19

The Dream

I stood upon the meadow
and gazed up at the sky
my creative soul was empty
inspiration had run dry

The sun shown down upon me
as I stood upon the earth
ideas came a calling
just waiting to give birth

When I woke, my gravid soul
was filled with love and light
ideas and inspiration
a grateful heart’s delight

For Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP