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Friday, January 25, 2008

Ohio Winter Memory

When the cold wind comes a knockin' I prepare most carefully Blossoms to brighten window's gloom Book in hand Hot cocoa in the pot Hearth lit I'm a ready Am I not? by mamajoy I really used to rush to the store and buy new flowers ahead of impending snowstorms. It was a little incongruous --everybody... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Ohio Spring Memory

Sun's a peekin' thru cloudlets fair The willow swings her green tipped panoply Chickadees chirp Crickets burp Dandelions nod their diadems While violets peek Reborn from shallow earth again And hope returns by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Earth Tears

Grey clouds weep Over children lost In earth fogs' dissonance Innocence gone by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Winter Kitchen

Oh the soup stock pot is bubblin' And the beans they be a soakin' The bread is a raising Cinnamon and cloves White beans and ham Whole wheat bread a bakin' Come toast your toes by my stove Come on in Sit a spell by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 21, 2008

To eat or not to eat

"But peas are green" Says Neither Ned "I cannot eat them I'd rather be dead" "And tomatoes are red Oh, the horror, Oh the dread" wailed his brother Fred And so they sat and looked at dinner For forty three days Just gettin' thinner and thinner Til Ned picked up fork Squeezed both eyes shut And Ate a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Oh the sniffles are no triffles When the nose becomes unglued When you skip the tissues And head for towels one, two When chicken soup and honey lemon tea Are all you get to eat And sitting up in bed Has you beat Oh the sniffles are no triffles When no one comes to play And all you have to do Is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 18, 2008

Oh no! Don't throw the covers back It's cold out there And cozy warm in 'Specially with blankets snuggled close to chin Oh pleeeease May I have just five more minutes to dream in? by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Plip! plop! The rain does drop I get to dance in puddles today Plip! plop! The rain does drop Roses nod as they drink their lot Plip! Plop! The rain does drop Yellow wings are hiding under buttercup Plip! Plop! The rain does drop Let's chase plitter plats with our tongues Plip! Plop! Don't stop! by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

To Kristan

Yesterday a fairy child Dressed in costumes bright Gave to me three precious gifts Treasures from her trove so fair They brought a tear to jaded eye A strand of tinsel, a feather fringed A blossom from her glen And sealing all with a kiss She waltzed back to home While I, I stepped lighter than... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

If the words are black upon a white page Does that make them any less? If the words are white upon a black page Does that make them any more? What blindness impales us Upon the color of the words And not the quality? by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.

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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.

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