Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

brunt
crack
key
cherry
discard

Wordless Wednesday

Out Of Africa

movie Out of Africa
date 1985
poem To An Athlete Dying Young
author A. E. Housman

The poem To An Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman can be found below in its entirety. Please leave comments at the bottom of this post.

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

Cohering Sunshine

I immersed myself in cohering rays of sunlight as the wind washed my skin with a cool winter bite. Standing sprawl legged over the narrow culvert, I take my first picture. Subtle tones of sunlight filter into the frame for effect.

Turning, I see a plethera of cocklebur and milk weed swaying, lithe bodied against the wind. Their timed rhythm plays to the camera's glass eye. Focused and steady I release the tension in my finger. The milk weed has birthed her downy white feathers. Their soft sheen covered with brown seeds.


Three horses stand in quotation of tree and frozen pond across the road. Poised, I break wind's voice with a shutter. Walking along the barbed fenceline I spot a bird's nest, coyly hidden. My camera seeks no respite.



I create a fractured blue sky and wait for the mosaic pieces to fall around me like dandelion seeds. I want to take the variegated colors, caught in my pocket, home. My ears seek refuge in the sound of a small plane flying overhead.


When the sound evaporates into the gold sun I move to a lone tree. I touch her sutured pain- six parallel scars- along her waist and wonder how she survived as her toaster-aged skin is crisp and dry from years of exposure to the cohering sunshine.


Friday 5 words are in bold. My story evolved from a few hours outside yesterday with my camera. I simply started taking pictures and couldn't stop. The words were going to be used for my Monday Mural poem but, instead I found they worked better here. All pictures posted are from the front of my house. Thanks for stopping by. Happy Writing~

The Way To The Stars

movie The Way to the Stars
date 1945
poem For Johnny
author John Pudney

When I can, I will post the other poem from this movie but, for now, For Johnny by John Pudney can be found in its entirety below. I want to send a Big thank you to Paisley from Why Paisley blog for sending me this Poevie. Please leave comments at the bottom of this post.

Do not despair
For Johnny-head-in-air;
He sleeps as sound
As Johnny underground.

Fetch out no shroud
For Johnny-in-the-cloud;
And keep your tears
For him in after years.

Better by far
For Johnny-the-bright-star,
To keep your head,
And see his children fed.

Manic Monday

If you could have a servant come to your house every day for one hour, what would you have them do? Dust or Mop, both if possible.

Has your life ever been changed by an apparently random occurrence? Yes. I was attacked by Savvas at Santa Monica Pier, California. Now, I am not as trusting of others like I used to be before the incident. If you would like to read the full story click here at Santa Monica Pier.

You're having dinner with several friends and acquaintances. They all criticize a close friend of yours (not knowing he/she is a friend). The criticism is unjustified. What would you do? I am a committed friend so, I couldn't/ wouldn't allow them to talk about my friend unjustly. I would stand up for that friend and then leave dinner behind.

Thank you for stopping by. Happy Manic Monday~

Monday Mural

photo Michelle Johnson
Shower Art Woman

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

Today's Monday Mural Woman comes to you courtesy of my shower. The other day when I took a shower I lost some headhair and placed it on the showerwall. When I turned back around the water had shaped it into what I think looks like a pregnant woman. What's beautiful about this picture is that I didn't shape the hair into a picture. It formed on its own. So, I got my camera and snapped several shots. On that same day, I had two pictures to form. One you see here and the other was a man's head, I thought. If anyone would like to see that one too, just let me know. I can upload it to my Shades of Mj blog. Otherwise, I have a sketch journal that I used for the first time. I copied the picture above into it and this is the result. Please keep in mind I am a wanna be (amateur) artist. Happy Writing~

Dead Man

movie Dead Man
date 1995
poem Auguries of Innocence
author William Blake

When I can, I will add the other poem from this movie but, for now Auguries of Innocence by William Blake can be found in its entirety below. The lines used in the movie are in bold. I want to send a BIG thank you out to Paisley from Why Paisley blog for sending me this Poevie. Please leave comments at the bottom of this post.

Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy's foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

The Devil's Backbone

movie The Devil's Backbone
date 2001
poem 1 unknown
poem 2 unknown
author unknown

The poems used in The Devil's Backbone can be found in their entirety below. Please leave comments at the bottom of this post.

Poem 1

Out, out yearnings of mine
Let not respect bind you.
It flatters pity
Not to be able to hide
Let your lips bare witness
To the blaze in your heart
No one will believe the fire
If the smoke sends no signals
He who cares for his well being
Keeps not his feelings silent
My grief is greater than I
And that being so
It will be easier...
It will be easier...
For it to defeat me
That then for me to command it.
Consideration does not suffice
To prevent the cry
He is not a brave prisoner
Who dares not to break down his jail

Poem 2

Be near me
When my light is low
When the blood creeps
And the nerves prick and tingle
And the heart is sick
And all the wheels of being slow
Be near me
When the sensuous frame
Is wracked with pangs
That conquer that...
And time
And manic scattering dust
And life
Of fury slinging flame
Be near me
When I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And the twilight
Of eternal days
And on the low dark verge of life.

Photo Hunt- old fashion

photo Michelle Johnson
featured left to right is
Beany Boy, 1949
Little Red Riding Hood, 1970
Ideal Doll, ?

Today's theme made me think of three dolls I played with as a child. They are still in good shape for their age. The first two I have had since I was six years old (1974). I received the ideal doll as a Christmas gift from my great aunt, Mary, when I was a teenager. But, I remember playing with her everytime I went for a visit to Mary's house.

Beany Boy, affectionately called Benny Boy by me was copyrighted in 1949. I assume he was made during the time Bob Clampett was running his puppet show Time for Beany. The show ran from 1949- 1954. The animated series, Beany and Cecil, ran from 1962- 1967. Bob Clampett also made a comic book of Beany and Cecil's adventures for Dell comics between the puppet show and the animated series. For more information go to the wikipedia page, Beany and Cecil. Beany almost didn't survive my childhood because my pappaw decided to get rid of him. It was my mammaw who went to a yard sale spotting Beany and brought him back home.



Little Red Riding Hood was a 3 in 1 doll made in the late 60's early 70's by the company Dippity Flip. Lastly, my ideal doll has no information available.

Thanks for stopping by. I hope your weekend is going well. Happy Photo Hunting~

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

cohere
dandelion
immerse
create
glass

three

three hand hewn crosses
erected alongside road
drive by remembrance

~

the three stooges
soitenly funny actors
nostalgic tv

Shoelace

I impart my shoelace
To the homeless man on the street
The wonder in his eye is grotesque.

I taste the dirt's interlude
Between white teeth
And his last savory meal.

Wondering how his chemistry
And mine, met
On this NY street.

His eyes wore neglect
Upon a stone face
So, I gave him my other shoelace.

Friday 5 words are in bold.

Mirrored Refrain

The Mirrored Refrain was structured by Stephanie Repnyek. It's a rhyming form of three or more quatrains. Each quatrain contains two lines that is a "mirrored refrain." The rhyme scheme is as follows: xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB, etc. The x represents the only line that doesn't rhyme. A and B represent the repeated refrains.

Here's an example

prayer flag

beneficent vibrations on nature’s breath
sidles across countryside, the hour of sun.
vivid color dries on winter’s shoulder
where prayer approaches their tongue.

their words filter out, warm, into cold air
and continues to smolder
where prayer approaches their tongue,
vivid color dries on winter’s shoulder.

their invocations aren’t bottled
inside mother nature’s deflated lung.
vivid color dries on winter’s shoulder
where prayer approaches their tongue.

a smooth picture captures the essence;
a brief moment, of something bolder.
where prayer approaches their tongue
vivid color dries on winter’s shoulder.

Palindrome

Palindrome: a word, phrase or sentence that reads the same frontwards and backwards; such as, "fall leaves after leaves fall." Here is a link to the wikipedia page if you want more information on this form.

Here's an example:

dreamstone. Your face
elusive; edge of hard surface.
long... before touch again.
map, lost inside head,
twisted brown and green
with shaded sunshine.
sunshine shaded with
green and brown, twisted-
head inside lost map
again, touch before long;
surface. Hard of edge, elusive,
face your stonedream.

For another example, check out Maria Christina's Three Doors poem.

Sophie's Choice

movie Sophie's Choice
date 1982
poem Ample Make This Bed
author Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson's poem Ample Make This Bed can be found below. Please leave comments at the bottom of this post.

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait for judgment break
Excellent and fair.

Be it's mattress straight;
Be it's pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

Manic Monday

If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be? Montana or Arizona

Where do you go for advice? Husband, Friends, Parents

What is the sickest you've ever been? My appendix having to be removed would be the sickest I have ever been because I threw up 15 or 16 times in one day. I was crawling through the house by the time I got ready to go to the hospital. That was the first time I had to be admitted to the hospital too. If I had waited any longer to go the hospital I wouldn't be here today because my appendix burst in the doctor's hand when he removed it.

Happy MM~

Memes

Hello everyone! I was asked by my dear friend Paisley if I would make a post about a meme.

We have Mad Kane's Limerick and Haiku meme. Here you will find a new prompt each Friday that involves writing a limerick and haiku. This week's prompt is decision. Now, all you have to do is decide to stop by and write your limerick and haiku for her. She would love to see you there. Happy writing~

Monday Mural

#3 green UNO card
I found @ Wal-Mart

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

Having a bad day today so I just scanned an UNO card I found at Wal-Mart for this week's Monday Mural. I hope to have a better picture next week. Thanks for being patient with me. Have a nice night. Happy writing~

Say It Again

Say it again is a video made inside our SUV yesterday. I was experimenting with the available features on my camera. The result can be played above. No, that isn't beer in John's lap. It's Sasparilla Root Beer.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

interlude
grotesque
chemistry
neglect
shoelace

Friday 5 words this week are from Poet Sanctuary's weekly challenge. I thought it would be fun to see what everyone could come up with for these challenging words. Thanks to everyone who participates. Happy writing~

cameo

dialogue between a priest
and a dying man
becomes a battle of gravelines
touching from a distance
injured eternity.

highway 65 wears
the face of a Geehee girl,
chocolate maker,
and her travel notes along Pregel River.

Found Poem, Cameo
-wikipedia.org random search, January 15, 2008
-quotationspage.com random, January 15, 2008

Poefusion

Poefusion #4

Write a found poem.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random

Take the random article title and use it as your poem title. Continue to use the link for gathering other article titles or phrases which interest you within the article and write them down. When you have acquired nine or ten short words or phrases go to step two.

http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3

On this page, take the random quotes you like and write down the last three or four words of each quote you chose. When you have gathered enough words/ phrases put everything together in a found poem. The instructions for writing a found poem can be found here.

I want to thank OneLuvGurl at My So-Called Site for giving me the idea. She used the two links provided and another to make a music cover album. I chose to use it for poetry. So, what are you waiting for? Happy Writing~

bohemian decay

breath no longer takes shape
beneath white daylight- his
bare lips floss mine, soft. i
become lover's prey, there,
before intense eyes. cease-
below swallows song- his
bohemian decay.

Friday 5 words are in bold.

Manic Monday

Which sex do you think has it easier in our culture? Have you ever wished you were the opposite sex? Men. Yes, in my youth I always wanted to be a boy/ guy. I guess because I was a tomboy growing up. But, as I grew into my skin I found that I was happy being a woman. I wouldn't trade who I am for anything now.

What books from your childhood would you like to share with your children? I didn't read much as a child. It wasn't until I got married and settled into being a housewife that I found I enjoyed reading. If I could interest my teenage daughter in reading something it would be poetry.

What is one talent or skill you don't possess but always wanted? I always wanted to be able to dance. Don't get me wrong, I can dance just not like a professional. And, if I had to choose a genre it would be ballet and hip hop.

Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read all my answers. Happy Manic Monday~

Monday Mural

photo Giant Head Vase
from Boboli Gardens, Florence
by Debbie Kaspari
website
blog

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

The Monday Mural presented today is from Debbie Kaspari. Follow the links above to see her artwork and blog. They are worth checking out. She's a talented young woman from Oklahoma who is an artist and naturalist with a particular interest in birds and tropical nature. Thank you Debbie for the use of this wonderful piece of art. I would like to add if anyone copies this picture please ask Debbie's permission to copy this to your blog. Happy writing~

Four Wheeling

I watch my husband step outside into the cold winter air as he readies himself for Big Rock. He sits on his three wheeler without reserve while I take pictures of him from our sidewalk. He's ready to go.


When Adam arrives, they load the three wheeler upon the trailer's aching back. It has no choice but, succumb to this new weight it must carry. Reaching destination, the trailer purchases a moment of loud respite. The men ride off into the mist.

Brisk morning air dries the tilted sun red as earth's lilt language and askew paths test their endurance. Their tires squelch in the mud creating a Jackson Pollack mural. Each particle splayed onto a canvas of skin. Each one unique.


I watch my husband step outside into the cold winter air as he unloads his three wheeler from the aching trailer's back. It's relieved of some pressure. I can see John's face now. It's crimson color smiles at the red sun.

Dreamland

movie Dreamland
date 2006
poems titles unknown
author Tom Willett

Audrey's poems from Dreamland can be found below. Please leave comments at the bottom.

First Poem by Audrey

licking morning visions
that feel like crushed velvet
desiring a shadowed drink
with peach aroma and purple mist
delicious moment for worshiping
a calling which
and being nice.

Second Poem by Audrey

i watch her play with fire
and, hold my breath
as the fluttering sparks
dance on her skin
like a thousand baby fireflies
worn one electric minute
and, gone by summers end.

Third Poem by Audrey

his cool place
we wear make-up
in my bed
an urge to fondle the picture void
that is always lazy
in summer
drunk on sugary juice
we drive away on the celica trip
like a woman.

Forth Poem

perched on the edge
of nothing and beyond
i water the dream garden
but, wither in bone dry soil
invisible, i invent a fairytale
and mend her angel wings
weaving until my fingers ache
so she can fly.

Last Poem by Audrey

the blanket of smoke and candy
lies crumbled on the bed
drenched in perfume
unraveled by desire
but strong as spider silk
it falls away while i sketch
burst the diamonds from my eyes
and wake up.

Tristan & Isolde

movie Tristan & Isolde
date 2006
poem The Good Morrow
author John Donne

The Good Morrow by John Donne can be found below in its entirety. I have put in bold what was used in the movie. Please leave comments at the bottom.

I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

floss
intense
prey
cease
swallow

Candy

movie Candy
date 2006
poem I Carry Your Heart With Me
I Carry It In My Heart
author e e cummings
poem 2 Candy's Poem
by Luke Davies/ Neil Armfield

The movie Candy presented two poems. I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In My Heart) by e e cummings is the first poem and Candy's Poem is the second. I believe the author to the latter is by Luke Davies/ Neil Armfield who wrote the screenplay. I will update this if I find out otherwise. Below you can find the two poems in their entirety. Part of I Carry Your Heart With Me will be in bold to represent what was used in the movie. Please leave comments at the bottom of this post.

I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In My Heart)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                    i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Candy's Poem

once upon a time there was
Candy & Dan.
things were very hot that year.
all the wax was melting in the trees.
he would climb balconies,
climb everywhere,
do anything for her,
oh danny boy
thousands of birds,
the tiniest birds,
adorned her hair.
everything was gold.
one night the bed
caught fire.
he was handsome and a very good
criminal.
we lived on sunlight
and chocolate bars.
it was the afternoon of
extravagant delight
danny the daredevil
candy
went
missing
the days last rays
of sunshine cruise
like sharks
i want to try it your way
this time
you came into my life
really fast and i liked it
we squelched in the
mud of our joy.
i was wet thighed with
surrender.
then there was a
gap
in things
and the whole earth tilted.
this is the business
this is what
we’re after
with you inside me comes
the hatch of death
and perhaps i’ll never
sleep again.
the monster in the pool.
we are a proper family now
with cats and chickens and
runner beans.
everywhere I looked
and sometimes i hate you
friday-
i didn’t mean that mother of the blueness
angel of the storm.
remember me
in my opaqueness.
you pointed at the sky that one
called sirius or dog star, but o
here on earth.
fly away sun.  ha ha
f-ing ha, you are so
funny Dan. 
a vase of flowers by the bed.  my bare
blue knees at dawn.These ruffled
sheets and you are gone and
i am going too
i broke your head on the back of the bed but
the baby he died in the morning
i gave him a name
his name was Thomas
poor little god
his heart pounds like a voodoo drum.

When I wrote the poem down I wrote it as it was shown on
the screen in the extra features.  Thanks for reading.

Candy

A Cat and the Police

This morning I look outside my kitchen window to see my daughter holding a gray cat with rusty brown tones mixed in for effect. She's squirreling around inside my daughter's arms. I think she's hungry. I feed her a small amount of cat food left over from her last visit. She eats every bite. Later, I take pictures of her as she marches around the back deck. She doesn't seem to mind the camera flash either. While she brushes against my legs, I hear a loud noise.


When I look around the neighborhood I see the flashing lights of a police car. Wow! What's going on over there? I am not sure. My camera exposes a police car and a towing truck. So, I am left to assume it was a car wreck. After the scene is cleared, I step back inside a warm house.

Her Lonely Abandon

original photo can
be found here

The wind pulls at
Her long, auburn tresses
While she waits, naively,
For the caretaker to arrive.

Concordant to town gossip-
She wears the Cornhill Line
In hues of brown, yellow,
Green, purple and orange.

Stationed inside her
Gray, wraparound shawl
She realizes
Her lonely abandon.

Her glasses have fallen
But, she doesn’t need them
To know the contours
Of her cobblestone breast
Holds rusted wrought iron.

3WW words are in bold.

Three Flowers

Three flowers caught my eye
Divided beneath spine of sky
Three flowers is all that grew
Among shards of daylight blue
Three flowers six feet tall
They rose along the garden wall
Three flowers caught my eye
He turned and smiled, "They will not die."

blogosphere

curious blogger
eventually clicks button
anonymous friend

showering comments
without pretend to your blog
lucky day ahead

3ww words are in bold. I combined two weeks this time.

House MD

show House MD
episode The Socratic Method
date 2004
poem Her Praise
author W B Yeats

Her Praise by W B Yeats can be found below in it's entirety. I have put in bold what was used in the episode.

SHE is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
I have gone about the house, gone up and down
As a man does who has published a new book,
Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,
And though I have turned the talk by hook or crook
Until her praise should be the uppermost theme,
A woman spoke of some new tale she had read,
A man confusedly in a half dream
As though some other name ran in his head.
She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
I will talk no more of books or the long war
But walk by the dry thorn until I have found
Some beggar sheltering from the wind, and there
Manage the talk until her name come round.
If there be rags enough he will know her name
And be well pleased remembering it, for in the old days,
Though she had young men's praise and old men's blame,
Among the poor both old and young gave her praise.

Desperate Housewives

show Desperate Housewives
episode Welcome to Kanagwa
date 2008
poem Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
author Mary Frye
source The Poetry Library

You can read Mary Frye's poem Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep below. I have put in bold the part used in the episode. Due to conflicting reports on who the author of this poem is I have placed an article from The Poetry Library below. All credit belongs to them unless otherwise stated.

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Written at least 50 years ago, this poem has been attributed at different times to J.T. Wiggins (an English emigre to America), two Americans: Mary E. Fry and Marianne Reinhardt, and more recently to Stephen Cummins, a British soldier killed in Northern Ireland who left a copy for his relatives. Others claim it is a Navajo burial prayer.

The following was taken from The London Magazine December / January 2005:
"Mary Elizabeth Frye nee Clark was born in Dayton, Ohio, on November 13th 1905. She dies on September 15th 2004. Mary Frye, who was living in Baltimore at the time, wrote the poem in 1932. She had never written any poetry, but the plight of a German Jewish girl, Margaret Schwarzkopf,who was staying with her and her husband, inspired the poem. She wrote it down on a brown paper shopping bag.
Margaret Schwarzkopf had been worrying about her mother, who was ill in Germany. The rise of Anti-Semitism had made it unwise for her to join her mother. When her mother died, she told Mary Frye she had not had the chance to stand by her mother's grave and weep.
Mary Frye circulated the poem privately. Because she never published or copyrighted it, there is no definitive version. She wrote other poems, but this, her first, endured. Her obituary in The Times made it clear that she was the undisputed author this famous poem, which has been recited at funerals and on other appropriate occasions around the world for seventy years. A 1996 Bookworm poll named it the Nation's Favourite Poem"[London Magazine Editor, Sebastian Barker]

Monday Mural

by Isuchy
from Photobucket
art Mosaic Mural

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

Today's Monday Mural is a flower mosaic. The picture was found at Photobucket by Isuchy. I hope everyone can find some inspiration from this wonderful mosaic. The time this must have taken the artist to finish. Thank you Isuchy for the wonderful picture. Happy writing~

Manic Monday

What was the last thing you regret buying?

I only buy what I really want so, I don't regret buying anything, I guess.

If you had a crystal ball that could tell you the truth about any one thing you wished to know about yourself, life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

I think I would like to know how I was going to die. It would take the worry away from all the things that could go wrong with aging.

How do you know when you're in love?

When you feel safe/ secure and I'm not speaking of money here. When you have a strong foundation to grow with you can rise above any problems that might come your way.

I feel like I didn't fair well my first time answering the Manic Monday questions. I will try to do better next time.

Triolet

The Triolet is a French form based on the rondel and rondeau. It is an eight line rhyming poem with repeating lines. The rhyme scheme is as follows; A, B, a, A, a, b, A, B (capital letters represent the repeated lines or refrains). A great BIG thanks goes out to Danika from the Accidental Novelist for bringing to my attention that this form is also written in iambic tetrameter. I am sorry for any confusion this may have caused my readers.

Here's an example:

Her Eyes

Her eyes wear earth's collage

Equal brow and blue

Sienna, red, orange, green become her montage
Here eyes wear earth's collage
Hoping she won't dissipate into a mirage
Look deep into that mural, she grew
Her eyes wear earth's collage

Equal brow and blue.

Photo Hunt- delicious

Hello everyone! It's my first Photo Hunt. Here's my first attempt at fixing sushi and okonomiyaki. I thought these pictures would be a nice fit for the theme, delicious.

In December, my husband and I learned how to fix sushi and okonomiyaki from our Japanese friends. It was a nice learning experience and great fun doing something new.

My first attempt at preparing and cooking these two foods tonight went well. Taste wise, I think everything was really good. But, I don't think the sushi rice would pass the Japanese test. It was long grain rice when it should have been short and it wasn't the right consistency. The okonomiyaki was really good and I didn't even have the onions for that. Overall though I can say I was pleased. Next time I will try to be better prepared.

A thank you to our friends for teaching us how to prepare and cook these two foods.

Photos by Michelle Johnson
1. sushi
2. okonomiyaki

Now & Then

Now & then a vellum haze
Gathers warm summer breath
Around my shoulders
Until it expires along
Lick Fork of Jenny's Creek.

Those distal mountains
And the limestone parapet, I reminisce
For the gilt blush that once traced my feet.

My memories are that of
Distorted fiction now
Growing like moss
Along outer edges of rock
Growing with each cambered letter
My scrivener's hand can deliver.

Friday 5 words are in bold. I combined two Friday 5 this week.

Resolutions

My new year's resolutions are to:

1. Lose weight
2. Save money
3. Have a cleaner house
4. Write more
5. Get/ keep in touch w/ old friends
6. Travel in the US or Overseas
7. Do something nice for a stranger

My fun resolutions are to:

1. Take LOTS of pictures
2. See all the covered bridges in KY
3. Go to the Cincinnati, OH Zoo again
4. Go hiking
5. See Limestone Ridge again
6. Ride my bicycle more (are you seeing this Jimmy?)
7. Join some sort of writing club.

I wonder how many, if any, I will accomplish this year? I will come back and cross them off the list if I keep my resolution. Thanks for stopping by. Have a good one.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

vellum
moss
reminisce
distorted
fiction

Dinner and a Movie

Hey everyone! A quick post to let you know that today was a nice start to the new year with my family. First, we went out to eat at Ponderosa. I have to say it is one of my favorite places to eat because of all the vegetables. We all ate the bar while John decided to eat some steak/ shrimp with his. Everything was really good too.

After we ate, we went to the movies to see National Treasure. It was a really good movie. I liked it better than the first one. I believe Nicholas Cage has found his niche in those movies. But, then I love just about anything he plays in. He's a great actor.

Later, we could be found shopping at Wal-Mart. I bought some different teas today for my Mr. Coffee Tea Brewer. One of the teas turned out to be really good. It was Vanilla Chai Tea Latte Mix by Oregon Chai. It is a mixture of honey, spices, black tea and vanilla. All you have to do is add water. It's worth your buck if you want to try it out. By the way, the Chai Tea wasn't for my Tea Brewer.

Hope everyone had a nice New Year's Eve/ Day.