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Coffee Break

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Coffee Break

COFFEE BREAK

Saucered and blowed,

Saucered and blowed

Sit down, relax

Put down your load

Puckers and sips

‘Tis hot on your lips

Have some more

But watch out for drips

Strong and black or

Creamy and sweet

A cup of coffee can’t be beat

Saucered and blowed,

Saucered and blowed

Refreshment and rest has

Now been bestowed

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note – saucered and  blowed refers to the practice of pouring a little bit of your hot coffee into a small saucer, blowing on it to cool it down, then sipping from the saucer.

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For dVerse Open Link Night

OpenLinkNight #214

For dVerse Tuesday’s Poetics, “This One’s On Me”.

This one’s on me

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© 2018 BS

Night Flight

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NIGHT FLIGHT

 

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Winter looms.

Under cover of dark midnight they fly,

Casting shadows on the silvery pond far below.

Silent stars guide from above.

Gracefully gliding, circling lower, they murmur their relief at journey’s end.

The geese have arrived.

Their migration completed, they

Wait for spring.

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Thanks for the prompt word, De!

For dVerse Poets – Murmur…Quadrille 44 Words

Quadrille #50

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~reworked from a 50 word micro story (2015) into a 44 word Quadrille poem~

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© 2018 BS

Just Jot It January – Darkness

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Just Jot It January – Darkness

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – January 19th, 2018

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Your prompt for January 19th, 2018, brought to you by my dear friend and fellow Canadian, Kerry, is “Darkness.” Use it any way you’d like in your post. And make sure you visit Kerry at her blog, “Her Headache,” to read her post and say hi! Here’s her link:  https://kkherheadache.wordpress.com/

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INTO THE NIGHT

A gleam in my eye

I gaze at the sky,

A yearning I can’t explain…

My souls cries out,

A silent shout,

Bereft, I wait in pain.

So far away,

The Milky Way,

This place in the vast unknown,

Someday they’ll call,

And I will fall,

Into darkness that is my home.

Into the night

I will take flight

To stars I did behold…

I dreamed to dare,

And sailed through the air…

My soul will forever unfold.

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note: first published here on February 11, 2015

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© 2018 BS

Just Jot It January – Pants

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Just Jot It January – Pants

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – January 8th, 2018

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Today’s prompt word, ‘pants’, is suggested by Pensitivity 101 … and she can be found blogging at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/

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Pants, pants, wonderful pants

The looser they fit

The better you dance

Pants, pants, wonderful pants

Yogas and leggings are stretchy

When you pose in a trance

Pants, pants, wonderful pants

Denim or khaki or sweatpants – your choice

Whatever the style, just make a stance

Pants, pants, wonderful pants

Bell-bottoms, plus fours, stovepipes, and flared

Vintage or trendy, go forth and prance

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© 2017 BS

 

 

Christmas Chaos

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Here it is again, my re-posting of a poem I wrote back in 2006. If you’ve seen it before, wonderful! If it is new to you, hope you enjoy the humor in this one! 🙂

Funny reindeer on a bench at the mall

 

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CHRISTMAS CHAOS

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house

The paper was flying, the place was a mess.

Where’s the ribbon, where’s a box, where’s the tape, I don’t know –

And outside the window, it’s beginning to snow.

When I in my flurry, was running around, remembered “Oh-no, I have to go back to town!”

I have to mail packages, to those far away. How long will it take – a week or three days?

There’s munchies to buy, and a dinner to plan…and what, oh what, can I get for the “man”?

The pets all need feeding, and what could be more? The neighbors are here, with a knock at the door.

They come bringing cheese balls, and cookies galore.

I say thank you, then usher them out. Then I turn around and say with a shout, “I have to make gifts for those on our street!”

But, I’m about to collapse from the heat.

Get up and go, let’s do the day right. Put on some music, and candles to light.

A box of cards, my cup of coffee…should I eat that last piece of toffee?

Christmas ideas are really quite lofty, and really, at heart, I’m such a softie.

I’ll wrap a few gifts, then do some leg lifts; look at the snow – it’s now making drifts.

Put lots of presents in pretty paper, and think up some clues, for a Christmas caper.

Pull on some mittens, put on a scarf. If I hear one more carol, I’m going to barf.

I jump in the truck to go do my shopping; the stores are all crowded…the places are hopping.

On Target, and K-Mart, and Hastings, and Penny’s…Now United and Wal-Mart – can we stop at a Denny’s?

No – get it done – there’s no time to waste…I need to get home…hurry, hurry, make haste.

And then to the wondering eyes of those there, I manage to put some dye on my hair.

Some coffee, some milk, is all that I ask…to put my feet up, before my next task.

To watch my soap opera, would be a nice break. I think I’ll do that, and also eat cake.

I just settled down, and there goes the phone; I, of course don’t answer, I pretend I’m not home.

And now it’s time to do some more wrapping. We’ll put on some music – our feet will be tapping.

Merry Christmas to one, Merry Christmas to all…What’s that you say? Another trip to the mall?

I don’t think I want to…I don’t think I can…but, wait, I still need a gift for the ‘man’.

We must keep it even, we must keep it straight…I need another gift for my mate.

What shall it be, something big, or much smaller? As I walk the halls of the mall, I do holler.

I need to find a gift that is right – before I call it quits for the night.

So, I go to the mall, and the stores…and stand in long lines, before I get out the doors.

The aisles are all crowded, the cart’s in a jam…say “Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me, Ma’am.”

At first, we’re polite, when we go to town, but as frustration mounts, we’ll mow you down.

When there’s only one more shopping day…you better move fast, get outta my way.

Can’t find the right size, can’t find the right gift, then stop by the Starbucks to get a lift.

Give me caffeine right now, I say, got to get on with this frantic day.

Have a nice day, be jolly, be merry…if I hear it again, I’ll commit hara-kiri. It’s my ‘pleasure’ to serve you,

Uh-huh, yeah right…you probably make faces, as I pull out of sight.

Finally, finally get back home, where I just want to sit and moan.

My feet hurt, my back hurts, my nerves are all jangled…and how do you wrap a box that’s tri-angled?

Back at home, I start wrapping, all the critters are napping…

The oven is cooking the breads, how merry, but now I need another cranberry.

Merry Christmas to me…let’s trim the tree…and now the cats are OOC (out of control)

Happy to make your Christmas surprise, waiting for the bread to rise.

Christmas morning comes awfully early; no wonder everyone is so surly.

Buying spending – oh, what fun…we’ll all be glad when shopping is done.

The stockings are ready to hold all the goodies – maybe some candy or nice warm hoodies.

Light candles, fill stockings, with striped candy canes. Look out the window, hope it won’t rain.

Sweep the floor, wash the dishes, deck the halls with Christmas wishes.

There’s potatoes to mash, and take out the trash…as for me, I think I’m about to crash.

Finally, everything looks really pretty, Charlie (the tree) is ready, and still little bitty.

Now, take a picture, and go to our beds. I hope no one forgot to take their meds.

When morning comes, we’ll all get to say…we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then, I look in the living-room, and what do I see? One of the cats is eating the tree. I holler and yell, but then, what does it

matter…I’ll just have to clean up the mess later.

She enjoys Christmas her way…I prefer mine…

So Merry Christmas to all…from our family to thine.

Just one more thing I’d like to say – Happy Holidays to all and Have a Wonderful Day!

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First written on December 20, 2006

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Gray Days – NanoPoblano – Day 11

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Gray Days – NanoPoblano – Day 11

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https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/why-blog-everyday-in-november/

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Today it is sunny, bright, and warm. However…

The past few days here have been chilly, gray, foggy, and damp. I wrote this on a gray day, and took the photo of the birds in the fog.

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“Gray Days”

Gloomy gloaming

Gets me roaming

Through the corridors

Of my mind

Gray and drizzly

Like a grizzly

Bear-ly hanging on

Thoughts and feelings

Stripping peeling

Away

Reality merging

Close to verging on this

Melancholy

Day

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© 2017 BS

 

 

 

 

The Nest

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The Nest

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I just watched a little video of a magpie building a nest. It was on a post at Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

This inspired me to write a little poem. Thanks so much, Pat!

Check out her blog to see the video! 🙂

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The Nest

Perched precariously on swaying limbs

Building a home according to whims

Using only your beak and mouth

Constructing your haven, North to South

Holding on with your tiny toes

Keeping your balance as the wind blows

Weaving together twigs and sticks

Your nest is a wonder, a nest to fix

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Photos found on Pixabay

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Tingle My Tongue

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“Tingle My Tongue”

Ooh-wee

Bliss-ter-ing me

With your hot, hot kisses

Roasting fire sparks and hisses

Tickle my nose with scorched delight

Pepper my brow with sweat, tonight

A slow burning heat just can’t be beat

Hot shivers of chili, a passionate treat

Tastes of bliss

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For dVerse Poets – Quadrille 44 Words

Use the word bliss in your poem.

Quadrille #39

Photo found on Pixabay by ArtsyBee

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CAUTION! WEIRD POST AHEAD!

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CAUTION! WEIRD POST AHEAD!

On  a hot summer night, I was up in the stands at a race-car event. The track was huge, and cars were zip, zip, zipping past, sounding like mosquitoes. I watched them for awhile, but also kept looking up at the dark sky, like I do all the time, looking at the stars. As usual, I kept hoping a UFO would show itself.

Suddenly, I did see movement in amongst the stars, and it seemed to be getting closer. It was just a bright, little light, but was moving very fast toward us, here at the race. It got closer, still, until it was right above the track, and it began circling around, just like the fast race-cars. It was an even faster blur. It seemed to be a small jet plane, like an Air Force jet. How it could zoom around so super fast, I don’t know. Everyone watching from the stands were amazed.

After a couple of turns around the track, it took off, back into the dark sky. We watched until it was just a small, bright speck of light, again. However, just before we lost sight of it, we saw a giant explosion up in the sky, shooting orange flames, miles high.

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Writing down a dream

Nothing is as it seems

Writing down a dream

There’s a message, but what does it mean?

ooo – ooo – ooo – ooo

Writing down a dream

Remembering every scene

Writing down a dream

Visions are quite extreme

ooo – ooo – ooo – ooo

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© 2017 BS