Magpie #34

Remember on windy nights

lights would flicker and go out

making rooms seem dark and bitter

Fathers would grumble

and root around

while Mothers would light candles

making a warm sight

Telling us stories til we fell asleep

knowing she was right

that there would always be light

in the morning.

Willow Manor Ball

The party's over

jazz lingers in the air

the flair of the night

Will be in our hearts

Forever

Thanks Willow for a finger snapping

toe tapping good time!

**black and white photo provided by Doug Prior

please do not copy or use in any form

Kings, Queens and Warriors

Jingle has a poetry blog site and has been inviting all poets
to participate in "Poetry Potluck". This weeks theme is
Kings, Queens and Warriors. You can take a look here for more
poets and poetry:

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

Kings and Queens and Warriors....ahah!
This should be fun to write tra la la!
But other words keep interrupting my brain-
It's Lions and Tigers and Bears once again!


There's the King of the jungle-
The mighty Lion who roars right back-
And the slinky, sexy Queen of India
a Tigress crunching on her snack


And the Warrior?
Why it's my good old Pooh Bear up a tree
Fighting for his "Hunny" with that mean nasty bee....

Magpie 33

Is this a liquor to sip or?

A scent to adore?

Mi amor...?

Is it a remembrance of lusty times

Or a scent of rosemary thymes?

Mon ami?

Or is it love scented fragments
Of golden hued moments

Glistening con tigo ?

Long ago?

Wasn't it just yesterday?

Potluck Poem

Haiku for Poetry Potluck

the theme is Night , Moon and Stars

Setting moon

tree branch clock below the stars

Timeless peace

Magpie 32.5

Okay- I know I already posted....

but I cannot help myself! I was having

problems sleeping last night and

entertained myself by making these up

while trying to snooze....

The photos were taken in my little crafty room-

not set up- just the silly stuff that always surrounds me...

Have you ever
Overslept and woke
Under the covers alarmed
Racing to get ready
Gritting your teeth as you
Lose your composure
And miss the last bus
Stomping back to your house
Sighing as you call your boss ?

There once was a lass from Mexico
Who drove the only bus to Texico
She was always late
Made us all wait
So we bought her a giant Rolexio

Magpie #32....time is sweet

Time is sweet

Savor each drop as if your last

Sugar sweet grain