Awww Monday June 10, 2013 with some help from Emily and Pooh Bear

I love bees- especially Bumblebees!

Don't buzz off....

Sit down beside the  flowers and hum along!

Or as lovely Emily Dickinson wrote:

( a BIG thanks to Stephen Hayes AKA Chubby Chatterbox for this addition)

http://thechubbychatterbox.blogspot.com/

Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles --** Buccaneers of Buzz. Ride abroad in ostentation And subsist on Fuzz. Fuzz ordained -- not Fuzz contingent -- Marrows of the Hill. Jugs -- a Universe's fracture Could not jar or spill. ** http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surcingle Or....as Pooh says: It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so (if the Bees were Bears), We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs

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M is for Magpie Tales and Marriage

Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodin 

Looking out 

We took the leap of deep friendship

Love rewards

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Twenty-three years ago today my sweetie pie

and I got married. It's been wonderful and

rewarding being married to my very best friend.

I could not ask for a better life partner

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

I've been participating on her Magpie Tales since 

May 1st 2010. It's been so much fun learning how

to write poetry from all my fellow bloggers.

Not to mention all the nice people from all over

the world that I have "met".

Cheers everyone! Have a lovely week!

Here's the link to this weeks Magpie Tales:

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/2013/04/mag-164.html

and here's the link to April's A-Z Challenge:

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/2012-to-z-challenge-sign-up-list.html

Magpie 104-Emancipation

Countries built
Upon the back of slavery
Slow to repair
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Magpie Tales #77

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947

Sultry night
Evening of musical crickets
Love begins


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I remember those teenage summer romances
One moment we're all playing sandlot baseball
The next we're breathless looking at the boy next door.
For more takes on this timeless image go here:
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Magpie 53

Imagination in a Shaker of Salt

I see you Lucy

Your topaz eyes and

Mischievious nose

Your tail whisking back and forth

Just what will you do now?

Our Lucy has been a mover and shaker since

agreeing to live with us.

Journey and the Road Ahead

Our Journey Together

Do we take the road less travelled

The fork in the road that's only graveled

Or do we take the super highways

Ignoring those intriguing secret byways

We'll take the wiggly road that's off the map

Rather than drive through life just taking a nap.

Please do drop by my 2011 Photo Project blog:
http://kathewsnapaday.blogspot.com/

Jingles Poetry Potluck

Week 15 theme: reflections, interpretations, and musings.

Reflecting upon this past year

Over mistakes made and

Good deeds gone well

Interpreting words spoken

Were they cruel or just the truth

Musing over mistakes, deeds and words

I realize it's up to me

To improve or ignore

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Magpie Tales 42-On the Edge

On the edge

Meanly tarnished from abuse

Just push me

We are on vacation...ole!

We are gone for almost 3 weeks- not sure about posting abilities

BUT- I will be reading my favorite writers/authors and

you know who you are........all of you...my literary community!

Cheers- til later on...........I love you all..........

A Segue from Magpie #35

After posting my "Leaf Ride" poem for this past weeks

Magpie Tales, Stafford Ray made a comment on my blog:

"First we rode in a side box on the old Indian, then we had a three ton truck and kids rode in the back, no sides or anything to hold us in, then we had a car and all sat inside. Then we had seat belts in front and no babies allowed to ride on laps, then no arms outside windows, then everyone had to have a seat belt, then no phones in the car. Why not make them completely safe and ban people from using cars at all... except for leaf rides!"

Well- that triggered another poem. Which I then sent to

Stafford and he replied with his version. I like his better

than mine, and he says he likes mine better.

So- here are both for all of you to enjoy!
Cheers!

Kathe's version:

First the covered wagon
Children running alongside
Then the Model T
Kids bouncing loosely inside
Now we're all buckled in
With no laps to sit on
Children watching DVD's
Instead of life flying by
All I can say is-
"Good grief why?"

Stafford Ray's version:

Before 999.

First the lumb’ring Conestoga
Took us where we had to go. A
Few years on, a bouncy ride
In Model T, thrown ‘round inside.
Now with belts and bags and laws
No kids on laps, and child proof doors
It seems the fail-safe life we lead
Is fool-proof, holeproof, guaranteed
Strapped in children, eyes transfixed
On DVD’s, adventure missed
So much of life goes flying by.
And I just wonder: “Good grief, why.

http://staffordray.blogspot.com/

and don't forget to go to Willow's blogsite Magpie Tales...she started it all!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Falling Magpie #35

Pile all those leaves up

We're going for a leaf ride

Load up the little pickup

We're going for a leaf ride

Heap orange, yellow and red

Fill up that little truck bed

We're going for a leaf ride

and here comes the best part...........

as

we

drive

slowly

up a hill

we're waiting for the thrill

of throwing gobs of leaves

at the honking cars behind us!

Silly them- they make a fuss...

Hah! We're going for a leaf ride!

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When my two sons were young we had a little

Datsun pickup and we would load up the back with

tons (well-maybe not TONS) of freshly fallen

leaves. They would pile into the back with all the

leaves and I would drive slowly around our neighborhood

while the boys would wait for the right moment

to appear tossing big armfuls of color. What a lark.

Today, I suppose everyone would frown and not

enjoy the exuberance of youth with the colors of Fall.

They would possibly grumble about more leaves to rake up.

Nevermind, we had a great time.

Magpie #30

Three for the price of one! I love this simple image of

a bitten apple carelessly left on a magazine page...

and being me I wrote three ...you choose which one you

like and if you have the time-let me know.

And once again, thanks Willow for this venue!

Memories

Apples, apples apples.

Mere images of apples

Make my mouth water

And my mind wanders

To our past family dinners

With pork roasts and applesauce

And spicy hot apple cider

Warming cold hands returning

from snowball fights or walks at night

And best of all the Dutch Apple Pie

That I now make while remembering

Christmases past

While looking forward to today.

Apple Haiku #1

Crunchy bites

Sticky juice drips down my chin

Crisp delight

Apple Haiku #2

Cold hands grasp

Warm mugs of apple cider

Spiced with love

Pauls's favorite Dutch Apple Pie

Below is a photo of the recipe-

click on the photo to enlarge so you can read it! I use parchment paper on the bottom
and the sides of the springform pan. That way nothing sticks! Very rich and yummy.

Magpie #29

Hovering
Under
Missing
Me by
Inches
Nearby
Glimpses of
Beauty
In
Red
Dresses






I thought I'd try something different this week.
Not sure what you call this-but I hope you all
enjoy it! Visit Magpie Tales for more great poetry!
http://magpietales.blogspot.com
Cheers and have a great weekend.

Sudsy.....Magpie 28

Rub a dub dub

Ten happy toes in a tub

Total delight

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OR

Rub a dub dub

Ten toes in a tub

Mindless leisure

Total pleasure

Magic chemistry

Hydrotherapy

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OR

Rub a dub dub

I am so damn lucky

Soaking in hot water

with my rubber ducky

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Magpie #17

This weeks Magpie image had me stymied.

So, after much scratching of my head and pondering

I came up with this limerick- never having written one

before I hope it works and that you all enjoy it. Please check out Magpie Tales

link in the column to the right. Have fun!

She lost her head while in the ocean

swimming along ignoring the motion

of the dark sharp shadow

her last words were uh oh

As she hated causing a commotion

Those Perfect Shoes

Magpie #16

Looking in the closet

Searching in the dark

Where are those perfect shoes

For dancing in the park?

When did I wear them last

With my slinky black dress

Oh yes, we were at that spring wedding

That you attended under duress

You admitted it was perfect

Seeing two people so much in love

Sharing their star studded evening

With the moon shining brightly above

And so we danced that evening

Remembering our own special night

When we had a star studded evening

And everything was just right.

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Please check out Magpie Tales for more stories and poems

You can find Willow's link in the column to the right.

I have had great fun participating in this writers blog.

Thanks Willow!