JusJoJan 13 – Subscribe

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For Linda’s prompt for Just Jot it January 2020. Your prompt today is brought to us by Willow!. Thank you so much, Willow!

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 13th, 2020, is “subscribe.” Use the word “subscribe” any way you’d like.

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Beauty is where you find it

I do not subscribe to other people’s definition of beauty. I would rather wear flowers in my hair than diamonds on my fingers. I would rather walk barefoot than in the best designer shoes.  Is there anything more beautiful than a bouquet of dandelions in the hands of a child?

spontaneous concert in Sabadell, placa de Sant Roc

til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Goose is Getting Fat

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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”

31 days of October challenge – Movie Magic

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For today’s 31 days of October Laura’s post about “Roseanne” got me to thinking about Holiday Specials. Now I’m not a TV watcher so no TV specials. I am, however, an avid movie watcher and Halloween movies are some of my favorites. Here are excerpts from a couple of favorites, although not strickly Halloween, they’re very Halloweenie 🙂

 

And some excellent Halloween Music

And don’t forget, movie munchies!

halloweenies

Mummy Dogs or Halloweenies

1 can crescent roll dough
2 1/2 slices american cheese
10 hotdogs
cooking spray
mustard and ketchup (optional)

Heat oven to 375F

Unroll dough, separate into four rectangles. Press perforations to seal.

With knife or kitchen scissors, cut each rectangle lengthwise into 10 pieces, making a total of 40 pieces of dough. Slice cheese slices into quarters (1/2 slice cheese, cut in half).

With knife or kitchen scissors, cut each rectangle lengthwise into 10 pieces, making a total of 40 pieces of dough. Slice cheese slices into quarters (1/2 slice cheese, cut in half).

Bake 13 to 17 minutes or until dough is light golden brown and hot dogs are hot. With mustard, draw features on “face.”

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Dance – a Poetics Portrait

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Photo from moderncolors on Pixabay

Ha is hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub and Ha bids us:

“This week, I am exhorting you all to write/create a profile/portrait in your verse. You can go about it in a variety of ways — you can write a descriptive piece about an interesting person you met today or profile a loved one (or perchance someone you don’t like at all) or think of an event involving one or multiple people and write about the things as they transpired with people in the focus or perhaps do a self-portrait. It is open to interpretation but there are certain tools that can enhance a profile/portrait, for instance, rich details, movements, sensory descriptions, quotes, et al. Choose any or all.”

The Dance

She walks gently across
the last grass of summer
bare feet barely bruising
the browning blades

The scarf around her waist
is festooned with tiny bells
that jingle and clamor
with the sway of her hips

We lay a blanket on the grass
and she takes out her cards
telling me my future
while I smile and laugh

By the light of her lanterns
we dance beneath the stars
to the ancient song of the trees
and the music of the winds

We dance for our sisters
both near and far away
those who cannot remember
a time when the swish and sway

of a woman’s hips and legs
were so profound and beautiful
that music was molded to it
and they called it the dance

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Ode to Autumn – a quadrille

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Today Lillian at dVerse Poets asks us for a quadrille based on “the 10th most beautiful word in the English language was identified as tranquility. So – that’s the word for today’s Quadrille. You must include the word tranquility, or a form of the word, in a poem of exactly 44 words, sans title.” Quite a challenge – I’m game how about you?

Ode to Autumn – a Quadrille

the sky shines bright and blue
leaves dance on gentle breezes
tranquility abounds
like the precious golds
and softer browns

too soon will come the cold nights
and the depth of winter slumber
but today with autumn’s
gentle kiss
we say goodbye to summer

Word count 44

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Mighty Rufous – a Quadrille

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photo credit ducken99 on pixabay

I couldn’t resist a revisit to the dragon quadrille post, it’s all just so much fun, so for your consideration, another mighty tiny poem

for Quadrille Monday on dVerse Poets

Just pen us a poem of precisely 44 words, not counting the title, and using some form of the word dragon. Then drag your cursor on over to visit some of the fieriest poets on the ’net. And as the week drags on, we’re not done yet! The Quadrille prompt is up all week, and multiple posts (perhaps two-headed beasties?) are welcome. And hey, drop us a hello in the comments below. Maybe let me know who’s your favorite dragon? (Game of Thrones? Tolkien? Rowling? Or maybe Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon?)

Mighty Rufous

a tiny scarlet hummingbird
as fierce as any dragon
drinking sweet nectar
from a trumpet flower flagon
it flitters to and fro
wings just a blur to see
passing beauty, fragile joy
a dream of what might be
for all who would fly free

word count 44

Inspired by a Rufous hummingbird

Til next time ~Peace JPP

Frozen – a ekphrastic poem

dverse poetry 5.22.19
art work by mary frances

Frozen

Dull grey, chilled ground
decay halts in frozen moments
Mother Earth slumbers
in her cocoon of
leaves made brittle with frost
colors retreat from the cold
still the Mother waits,
with endless patience
for the sun’s return
when the world thaws,
colors flow back to the land
and the dreamer awakens

for dVerse Poets pub

til next time ~Peace ~JPP