Once Upon a Time…

I found a wonderful blog by Clarissa W. Atkinson. Great posts…. Enjoy!

The Oldest Vocation

In 1955, right out of college, I found one of those jobs in publishing so dear to history and English majors who could afford them. We were paid almost nothing, which was considered OK for girls, at least if they had parents who could give them a winter coat for Christmas and bail them out in an emergency. Health insurance wasn’t necessary in those days, when a visit to the doctor or a prescription for an antibiotic cost very little. If you shared space, you could even rent an apartment in Manhattan; with three roommates, I lived near Second Avenue in the80s. We had a duplex two-bedroom apartment in a funky old house with a lot of charm – and a lot of cockroaches, but who cared? Right above the bathtub on the second floor there was a skylight that offered dirty and difficult access to the roof. We…

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Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh…

Hugs for me… Hugs for you…

Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh.

Scampering over the hills, with Winnie, Roo and Christopher Robin too.

Oh!  What fun we will have on this bright sunny day.

Come on Rabbit, let’s play!

Oh!  Where can Piglet be?  Is that Eeyore by the tree?

I am hiding behind the bush, hoping to be free, from a tag, so no one can see me.

What’s that noise I hear?  Its Owl in the tree!

Oh dear, I whisper, please don’t tell on me.

I run from my spot and go up the hill.

Hair in my eyes, I run into Roo.

Tigger comes bouncing by full of glee.

We must go find Kanga, to have a cup of tea.

Pooh says, “What about honey, instead of tea?”

Here comes Eeyore and Piglet, now I am happy as can be.

This day has been wonderful, with having all my friends to see.

Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me


I lay in bed tired as can be

I look to the window and what do I see

Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me

I must be dreaming, this I possibly can’t see

I open my eyes wide and sure enough they’re looking at me

I get nervous thinking of that bird movie on tv

I don’t mind birds, but just a few

This is obvious too many, what to do

I close my eyes again, to get a wink or two

As I turn over and open one eye

I realize it’s 3am and just a dark sky

No more ice cream before bed

I can’t handle these visions in my head

I got me a sticker…

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my wall, stick it on my doll

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my door, stick it on my drawer

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my book, come and take a look

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my moms car, I better run far…

I and my hoverboard up in the air…

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Ten: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

I and my hoverboard up in the air

My hover board comes tomorrow!

I can’t wait…

As soon as the package comes,

I will rip it open with a scream.

For I am the only one,  that will have one on my block.

The kids will be jealous, but I won’t care.

I and my hoverboard up in the air.

I’ll go to the store, maybe the mall.

Maybe to the drive in…

To score a hot dog.

I will keep my hoverboard under my bed.

Safe and secure, out of sight and out of reach.

Oh, the places we will go…

To the zoo, then the park.

Or maybe just riding it down my street, for everyone to see.

A fairy whispers in your sleep…

Writing 201: Poetry, Topic:  Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme.  If you look at the first letter of each sentence, you will see that it spells: Magical Creatures.

A Fairy Whispers

Magical creatures can be sweet

A fairy whispers in your sleep

Good night wishes are just play

Imaginary you say, oh nay

Count your blessing, there not mean

A fairy is a lovely being

Lonely at times, they will whine

Creating a sound, that you can’t hear

Really listen,  it’s useless my dear

Each whine is quiet as can be

A fairy whispers, in your sleep

The tiniest sound is hard to hear

Useless with just your ears

Rarely are the fairies heard

Even if your awake instead

So, next time you go to bed,  there could be a fairy near your head

Writing 201: Poetry…

Well, I struggled tonight, with the one they call Limerick.  So here goes…

The mouse

A big mouse came into my room

I screamed and grabbed the broom

I swiped his head

His under the bed

Now his in the other room

Japan

There once was a lady from Japan

Who always looked so grand

She rode in a trolley

Sucking on a lolly

Now her days of grand, have turned into sand

First Haiku…

I started a class today called Writing 201: Poetry. The topic today was how to write a poem or haiku with a simile.   If you have any suggestions, they are always welcomed.

Water

Colors of water

Shine through the lovely bottles

Water pearls float in

Waves

Warm island water

Crashing waves blue as the sky

Surfers boards broken

Frozen Pond

The water is cold

Snow caps surround the white lake

Frozen pond is iced

Attraction

Skin as white as snow

Lips as red as strawberries

Hair like threads of gold

#haiku, #poetry, #writing201

Relationship… Hang ups…

Phone rings…

Girl: “Hello?”

Guy: “Hey.”

Girl: “What?”

Guy: “Huh?”

“What do you want?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”

Guy: “Whatever.”

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Girl: “Whatever!”

Guy: “Yeah, whatever.”

Girl hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings…

              Which version do you like better?  Using Girl/Guy or Lisa/Jerry

Phone rings…

“Hello?”

“Hey Lisa.”

“What Jerry?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want Jerry?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”  Lisa raises her voice.

“Whatever.” Jerry answers sharply.

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Frustrated Lisa replies, “Whatever!”

Jerry shouts, “Yeah, whatever.”

Lisa hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings….