Day: February 9, 2022

We all can have a happy spot. Some find it in the park, some at home. Some near the ocean and some in solitude! I discovered mine at a cafe and then realised that I always carry it within myself. I hope you unearth yours too. My Happy Spot!

golden glow fills the skythe world holds its breath tightit is not day nor nightwe wait the word is it the end or start?in the transition zonedo we face it alone?the sky ignores time now seems to stand stillsoon the story is toldand the future unfoldfor now we wait *** This was written for Colleen’s…

*WARNING: SUPER LONG RANT AHEAD* Hey everyone! Welcome or welcome back to my blog! Raise your hand, if you’ve ever read a book or watched a movie, and gone, what the hell? How the hell did this happen, this makes absolutely zero sense! Not to mention the negative influence this has on people! Gah! Well,…

You have eaten my noseentirely,the whole of it nibbled and gnawedby your toothless grinslobber kissing my face.I do not extract youfrom this display of drooluntil I really, really must.Holding tightto all these small, soggy moments. Slobber Chops – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

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Monday Portrait – 7 February

I wonder why people like long tressesOnly when others wear themI wonder when would I gather the gritTo repeat my adolescent goof Ah! Can I forget the day I got the inspiration From “Maggie cuts her hair”And told my younger sister to help meSatiate my desire for short hair! Thunder reverberated around me.My sister shrugged off…

Gwendolyn looking vampire-like. Countess Gwendolyn

Smile and move forward.Lost control can be regained.Own all future steps. – Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy Take Control

For the dverse prompt. A double wayra quadrille. Night, no moon Night envelopedin the darkness of no moon,slumbering, the fields returnto the wild folk, foxesand timorous deer, leaf-grazing. When no one watchesthe hedge-paths, the meadow-paths,the tracks made by furtive steps,badger digs, deer nibblelusciousness, springing just for them. Night, no moon

I was once a most prepossessing sight,Blue, velvet and artistically designed.The crowd professed their deepest wishesTo have me claimed, kept, washed and dusted!Oh, I was acquired tout de suiteBy a zealous merchant who somehow knew,To ceremoniously sell me to an imposing king.How I was treated with magnificent pride!I was acclaimed, commended and immensely boasted.But time…

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year. How about you? Why don’t…

Photo by 12019, Pixabay under an open sun… by Jeff Flesch, Monthly Contributor site: Develop. Inspire. Transform I rise from the depths of the sea, surmising  allI’ve seen, in-between the pain handed down,and the joy,drowned intoa specialplace in my heart,conveyingthecurrent reality, stark,at times as dreamsgo by, while we watch from thesidelines thinking much, clouds float…

Reflecto Girl #5: Sidekick continues from yesterday: Well, that’s a turn-up for the books! Reflecto Girl episode 6 starts on Monday 😀 *********************** The vegan superhero, Reflecto Girl, was created by Violet’s Vegan Comics Violet’s Vegan Comics creates funny, enlightening and sometimes action packed vegan children’s books for readers of all ages. Since 2012 Aaaagh!

Okay, folks, we’re going to deviate somewhat from my usual methodology with this type of post… This Past Imperfect is one that has languished on “Crusty Pie” without being revised and shared on Bonnywood. I’m not a fan of the original micro-story I scribbled, yet I’ve been unable, over the years, to find just the…

© Michael Wyss, Man with Hat, 2012 My Hat Poem by Tony Mitton Here’s my hat.It holds my head,the thoughts I’ve hadand the things I’ve read. It keeps out the wind.It keeps off the rain.It hugs my hairand warms my brain. There’s me below it,the sky above it.It’s my lid.And I love it. Poem Attribution…

I was listening to the Broadway channel in the car on my way home from work the other day when The Age of Aquarius came on, a recording from the most recent Broadway revival of Hair. The Broadway cast recording came out in 1969, and I remember buying it at the record store in Sioux…

Summer’s Eve As day sits on the cusp of dusk a slight movement catches the eye The silent, single silhouette of a cottontail enthralls Nibbling grass in the garden Eyes of the hunted moving restlessly while appearing calm A soothing sight on a quiet summer’s eve Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing…