Summer Rain

Alphabet Thursday & Haiku: L Is 4 Locks

2012-02-08T17:57:00.000-08:00

A Poem:

How is everything so far?

so full of rays of emptiness?

Do you still have interest

as life is surveyed and reprogrammed?

Are you sure that

X-rays transubstantiate a mind, or a choice?

Do you give novel feelings credit?

Is she still your wife, you husband?

She used to hover, baby you,

She also chives you to focus on your own plate,

But you distance with a mild gesture,

Fearing what others judge you….

So constant is the unsettling tide

where beach, waves, and wind collide.

Wishing you a sunny day

as she remains far, far away.

Haiku for Haiku challenge/ Alphabet Thursday: L is for Locks

Stuck in locked mind,

Life is not going to be grand,

You’d better unwind.

Lovely colored locks,

Reminder to messy stocks,

Need keys to succeed.

Oklahoma Is More Than Okay, It Is Perfect!

2012-02-07T11:17:00.000-08:00

Former Governor Brad Henry has been super supportive

to public education, especially in arts, science, and music education..

next to him is former president of America Bill Clinton...

Open space,
Hands on science museums,
Fancy zoos,
Outstanding arts,
mathematics,
and science schools;
Football and Orange peel,
First class state university deal;
Top ten choices in the nation
for best living,
Everything here is fascinating,
Seeing is believing,
So before you frown
or look down,
Get yourself going
to the right direction.

*****

Short Story Slam Week 20: Love In Creativity Project, All Is Welcome!

Submitted to Bluebell to Honor Jingle Poetry Community blog link at

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

Welcome to a visual tour to Oklahoma, a place I have enjoyed living for a dozen years, and have gotten two Masters’ degree from state university during my stay…Special Thanks to State officials or legislators, locale public schools, university administrators or professors, locale residents, students, and friends, including my classmates, instructors, and thesis advisers who have been perfect mentors and inspirations to me, and to my entire family...I also appreciate the locale news press and university paper editors for offering me jobs, giving attention to me and my family members so that small achievements are highlighted and encouraged...I shall never forget your kindness and positive energy, I love what you do, for now and for good...keep it up.

Oklahoma Summer Arts Institute at Quartz Mountain

OKC Memorial, honoring those who died By a bombing...

State Capital, newly renovated a few years ago

OSU has The Largest Student Union in The United States,

we buy textbook from there, there is a huge food court inside...

OSU library, I used to study inside

typing my research papers or prepare for my exams, wow...

College of Education Building at OSU,

Where I received my Masters of Science in Education,

Focusing on Elementary Education

A Box of Mysteries (A 55 Words Story to Be Published By Bluebell Books)

2012-02-02T17:46:00.000-08:00

You know ___ is coming,

Your eyes glow,

Your mind does a brief ghost mapping,

You don’t have any ___,

Your followers become restless,

Shuffling like adolescents in a dancing party,

It glitters like ___,

What is it?

Spaceseathrill?

Is it sunflowers fresh like morning dew?

Or sunshine in spring rain

that offers hope to almost everything?

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Short Story Slam Week 20: Love In Creativity Project, All Is Welcome!

If you write 55 words stories, wish to have one of your talents published via Bluebell Books, please feel free to submit to their collection (see the link above), along with your name, blog link, and content copy and pasted in the comment section, have fun, bless all!

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Born On Mars (Sunday Prompts)

2012-01-29T10:37:00.000-08:00

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Born on Mars,

A fresh friend 2 many stars,

Burning flames in fields of rebirth,

Bare feet on frozen earth,

Serenity shocks us all

by making friend with anguish,

Parallel lines toss a ball

to startle a permeable wish,

After all,

Tomorrow is another day,

Stormy action is a wrong call,

Woo Moon Maiden

from whom embrace and grace

are the repeating themes

that are often unspoken.

The Stars Seem Shy

2012-01-24T07:15:00.000-08:00

Hear the whispers descend
from the glittering sky,
No scowling winkles
the tiring pool,
No true love succeeds
without struggling to follow the rule,
A mother's love
is always decent and true,
The stars seem shy
when leaning down to smell apple pie,
The town hall leers
its torn shelves,
Heavy cars try
to lose weight
by sending homes
of those absent-minded elves.

Poetry Picnic Week 23: New York Times Headlines

2012-01-23T07:24:00.000-08:00

Image Credit: The New York Times

New York Times Headline: Bird-Watchers Revel in Unusual Spike in Snowy Owl Sightings:

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/23/science/earth/spike-in-snowy-owl-sightings-stirs-speculation-among-bird-watchers.html?_r=1

Here I share a piece from a poetess titled: I Try to Image The New Moon.

Read her here: http://enerihot.wordpress.com/2012/01/23/i-try-to-imagine-the-new-moon/

The air, a washed pale blue,

The boat, powered by two oars,
The lopsidedness as you swung
left and right.

I try to imagine the new moon.

Before breakfast, my son made
seafood pasta, and somewhere
between the taste of scallops
& fusilli, the air was hinged
with a door & a gorgeous double
rainbow, against the blue.

Somewhere, a bird,
a different sky, a boat
of unconditional love.

My Response in Haiku:

Is that all there is?

Everything is possible!

Smiles, no tiptoe steps.

In My Head (Short Story Slam Week 19)

2012-01-20T17:09:00.000-08:00

Why do we must dye our life?

Do I have to stay put indefinitely?

Look around, we have nature to worship,

Cryptograms to decode,

I walk around the park,

My mind is listless,

The wind is flirting with the starless sky,

I’m glad I didn’t detonate.

Birds hesitate to leave behind their old tree friend,

Winter rattles and signs in disorder,

Dead leaves mourn over their removal from trees,

I pray for you, in dimness…

*****

Short Story Slam Week 19

55 in 4 Months

2012-01-15T18:40:00.000-08:00

Birds sing,
APRIL showers on your chin,
Romance springs at one fling.
.
With roses blossoming in JUNE,
Dine near a beach with a fork and a spoon,
Dance a disc dance under the crescent moon.
.
Fireworks in the sky,
Kites fly,
Celebrate Independence in JULY.
.
School starts,
Time 4 fine arts
And some AUGUST pop-tarts.

My Entry 4 Flash Fiction Friday 55 By G-man G-Man’s Flash Friday 55
Happy 2012!

In A Place Where The Ocean Is Deep and Wide

2012-01-15T18:34:00.000-08:00

In a place where the ocean is deep and wide,
Lonely soul greets the hungry tide,
Unspeakable things
scream in silence;
Broken wings
search for solace;
Deserted strings
haunt those died in violence!
This fairy
is NOT very merry,
This story
is Not that cheery,
This moment
is so very scary!
Brain-storms flood,
Thoughts stretch,
Let’s pray to God
and redo our sketch.

Short Story Slam: A Glance At Leslie

2012-01-14T07:57:00.000-08:00

Image Credit: The Chance of Rain

I took your involvements in my community

as naïve acts,

You, seen as my GOOD friend,

No sign of suspicion from me,

Until you delivered your

stealthy critics about me to him,

About him to me,

You had separated a family, obviously.

The path you took, directly,

has tremendous impacts on me,

The cut had visual depth,

A constant pain daily,

Sorry that he had to love other women

constantly,

Sorry that he had to come back to me

shortly.

We might never become best friends,

Even if the universe suddenly ends today,

Yet, I was happy to see your progress

in your revised role:

You had skimmed his vices

with utter patience,

You got your pieces of assurances from him,

perfectly.

Remain calm,

I do understand and bless you,

Even after you teased me in public,

and bullied me in private,

You thought you have him with you only-

In his river of deep embankment,

You were both right and wrong,

I hate that illusion that had tricked me once but no more.

I am perfectly fine to stay alone,

Now I send the past away

with my strength growing wings,

Thanks for your studious politeness,

You had been on top of the world,

with him spoiling and promising you,

Hope that you do so enjoy your current status

and understand how I feel as a woman, as the one left behind.

*****

Short Story Slam Week 18

Agreement for Poets Rally Week 60 (January12-January 18, 2012)

Poetry Jam/Poetry Picnic Week 21: Humor, Children's Stories, Counting Songs...

2012-01-11T07:40:00.000-08:00

bubbles fly, high up in the sky.

Fairy wand, magical hand.

Ice-skating pooh bear, he works too hard there ;) !

Rainbow Waterfall, Perfectly Beautiful!

A School of Fish, Swimming Wish.

Terrific Trippy, Fun and Happy.

Twinkling Stars, Colorful Beauty

Awesome You, Awesome Me,

Together, we make life happy!

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Poetry Picnic at The Gooseberry Garden week 21

Poetry Jam :Laugh in the Face of Everything

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The Loss of Her Own Identity

2012-01-08T11:36:00.001-08:00

A stream craves to see a faraway river,

That sounds quite a favor;

It does not fit normal view,

because not all folks’ dreams can come true;

“Come fly with me”,

An invincible voice echoes repeatedly,

…

The stream is determined to go,

She would not listen to objections so,

To be able to fulfill the task,

She has lots of questions to ask;

Eventually she has preparations done,

Merrily, she marches ahead, what fun.

The path is full of twists and turns,

Yet the thirst to get closer still burns,

…

Crossing villages, hills, and cities,

Revolting from regions, states, and counties,

After numerous zigs and zags,

The stream is excited to see her new tags:

She has joined the river forever,

Her own identity does not matter.

Nobody knows what future might bring,

She is satisfied to live with her choice-her king

Flash Friday 55: Thinking of Paris

2011-12-29T17:47:00.000-08:00

Come to a tour with me:
Italian's iron tower
under Paris weather,
German Berlin wall
in British London Bridge mood,
Pink cheery blossoms
next to young adult Christmas tree,
...
Snowflakes on top of new year's
celebration cakes,
Red roses
plus red wine,
The sky is raining under the Sun,
Take off your shoes,
Let's run!

Mr. Knowitall: Friday Flash 55.....

Jenny Matlock:Alphabe-Thursday's Letter G

Happy New Year to All!

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Life Is A Date! Merry Christmas, Everyone!

2011-12-24T21:45:00.000-08:00

It starts with the birth of a special boy,

Who ever since has brought everyone joy;

The gift of this child is to show the world to give,

love, and forgive;

These are the secret weapon

To enable magic AND happiness to happen;

Burn like the Sun,

Listen to words of the Divine,

Living is giving,

Giving is loving;

The fire is burning,
The wheels are turning,
Bylines and bygones
reveal where love belongs.
Life is a date,
Enjoy the heat,
Feel great!

Upon This Christmas Day,

Let’s sing our song and pray:

...

We wish you Merry Christmas

And A Happy New Year!

…

Happy Birthday 2 You,

May all of your wishes come true

…

Jenny Matlock:Alphabe-Thursday's Letter G

Poetry Picnic at The Gooseberry Garden Week 19: everyone is welcome to share your poetry!

Seasons Greetings to All of you, Thanks for an unbeatable year, Happy Birthday to Christmas Babies,

Happy New Year to You, Take Good Care, and Celebrate with love and share...

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Cindy the 2nd generation of Cinderella (Short Story Slam at Poetry Jam)

2011-12-21T18:42:00.000-08:00

Image Credit: The Chance of sunshine

Prompt: Poetry Jam (Solitary)

Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 17

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Too numb to fight against insults from her two step sisters and too fed up with her stepmother’s nonsense bullies, Cindy finds that taking a solitary walk in the woods alone at midnight helps. After so many years of hardships, nature, fresh air, and isolation are her best friends. She simply loves listening to the unspoken words from the woods at night, and dark shadows are friendlier and better company than screaming human beings in her life.

So, it has been two solid years that she has been escaping from her home, running bare feet into the darkness and disappearing in a woods near her house…She simply walks on and on, with her mind filled with wild dreams: she has been dreaming about getting free from her imperfect life, and going to a place where she is respected, her talent is discovered, and her beauty is appreciated and admired. Having a life on her own or with a loved one, with her freedom and basic human rights granted is the repeating theme of her dream. Anyway, she knows that she is not the most beautiful girl in the world, and as a matter of fact, she wears plain clothes and looks just ordinary, as ordinary as she can be.

She does not realize that a little bird has been secretly following her all these times, while she does her solitary retreats in woods.

That bird was once hurt by her stepsisters while he was flying by, and almost dead, it was Cindy who saved him by hiding him under her bed in her small room, feeding him fresh water, crumbs of breads, and sending him free after he was fully healed. She has been holding the wounded bird in her arms while she goes to sleep for three full weeks before their departure.

Cindy would never know that the compassion she has investigated on the poor bird has decided her fate forever..

That little bird is no ordinary bird, he is the Lord of Mercy, The Prince of The Nature, and The God of Planet Earth….the bird has a normal name, called Bestir, he knows magic and understands Cindy and her sadness very well. He would always protect Cindy while she does her midnight nature walk, for example, once, there is a Fox who has spotted Cindy and plotted to lore her into his den, rape her, as soon as Bestir discovers Fox’s trick, he casts a magical spell and has blinded Fox from approaching and stalking on Cindy…Cindy has fun free walking, while Bestir enjoys watching her from certain distance and acting like a hero.

Then Cindy turns 18 years old, and she is mature and her body has grown elegant and plump, she looks perfect in age, appearance, and strength.

So this autumn day, Bestir decides to invite Cindy to a magical kingdom he has built for both of them near a beach next to the woods, not far from Cindy’s house, while Cindy again walks into the woods alone, breathing fresh air, Bestir speaks of his magic and within a few minutes, she sees the magical house standing right in front of her.

Quite curious about it, Cindy enters the house, there, she finds a large living room, perfectly designed and filled with fancy sofa, coffee table, and wall arts…as she moves into the bedroom, she sees this big hot bathtub with clean towels neatly hang on the edge, and a huge king size bed with silky quilt and golden pillows…News are on a TV screen that is built on a wall opposite the door from where she comes in, a twin size sofa is next to the hot bathtub, a door is open leading to a bathroom, where everything is perfectly clean and shiny, a coffee maker stands on the counter of the room…soap boxes are golden and sparkling..

Retreating from the bedroom, Cindy automatically turns into another door, which leads her into the kitchen, where gas stove, cabinets, refrigerator, dining table, dishwasher…wow, everything sits proudly and looks welcoming…

Who knows what else has been built in this place?

Cindy loves everything she sees…as she is about to exit the place, a big fuzzy cat suddenly runs out from nowhere and knocks her from her knees, her legs feel weak and she simply falls on the floor, becoming unconscious.

When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself lying in the bedroom she once has visited, and she is wearing a fancy gown, and the carpet of the room has the pattern of orange pumpkins, and there is a tree with sparkling lights on it, hanging on the tree, is a pair of glass shoes, and they fits her perfectly.

Cindy feels overwhelming, she needs a cup of tea to relax, before she knows it, she is automatically holding a cup of hot tea, and she sits down on the carpet, staring at the tree, trying to figure out what has happened to her.

While she is thinking, the little blue bird she once has saved his life has appeared, he is perfectly handsome and charming, she lands on the tree branches and stares at Cindy passionately without a word.

Cindy is somewhat confused, she gives her tea a sip, and then raises her head to make eye contact with the bird, she feels like she is looking at her best friend. Without words, they simply look at each other, passionately, in perfect silence.

Memories of their time together while Bestir was wounded crash both of them, Cindy wants to hold the bird to sleep again, but, this is a place not or never belong to her, and the bird is healthy and nimble, she has NO perfect reason to do that at such a strange yet homely place.

Sadness flashes through Cindy and she frowns, and this has caught the bird’s eyes, he knows what she is thinking…

Bestir knows magic, after he casts a spell on Cindy, she feels very different now. Story of a princess kissing a frog comes to Cindy’s mind, and right on time, Cindy closes her eyes and makes her wish: she wishes to kiss the bird and turns him into her prince.

As Cindy opens her eyes, she finds that the bird has landed on her tea cup, he stands on the edge and smells of fresh French bread, Cindy is drawn by the smell and she kisses the bird on his lips, magic has happened, a pair of warm hands stretch from behind, covering Cindy’s eyes, when she stands up and turns around, she sees a most handsome guy, and before she opens her mouth, he pulls her close and places his lips on hers.

Cindy is carried away instantly and becomes breathless…They simply melt together and …

You know the rest of the story.

One year later, on Christmas day, Cindy gives birth to a beautiful child, they call him Cinbes, and they have lived happily ever after, a perfect family and fairytale is complete.

It's Moments Like Those...Happy Holidays 2 You!

2011-12-18T18:32:00.002-08:00

It’s moments like those
As the air smells like a fresh rose,
and joy dominates the world,
without any sound of words,
Landing down to the grassy ground,
The feel is super profound.
No moments like now,
No smarter mind than that of an owl.
Magic hits,
ME crying,
After 3 hours of trip up in the sky,
I’m thrilled to stay alive and sigh!
With a fresh cup of wine in hand,
There, I firmly understand,
The way to come around,
And let old wounds buried underground.
It’s moments like those,
When words fly like water in a hose,
There, time is still,
with the most delicious will.
No need to endeavor to keep it long,
Veritable feast sings its own song.
Let this festival moist the seed of this day,
With memories preserved, I pray!

Knowledge Is Power

2011-12-18T18:32:00.001-08:00

No treasure
can replace the pleasure
of occupying knowledge,
Knowledge is power!

Finally I Took A Vacation

2011-12-18T18:32:00.000-08:00

Slipping through my fingertips
is time,
being always generous in paying tips
and making life rhyme,
Finally I took a vacation
in order to figure out some touchy situation.
If something is missing in life,
Maybe one shall redo the math to survive:
Rules are not made to rule,
but to keep things in order and cool;
Orders are not given to hurt
Thus one shall not get wet and mad;
No matter where you live,
Do stick to your personal belief;
Yet, gossiping about your peers is gross,
It is wise not to disrespect your boss.
A place may loss its grace
If none of the employees demonstrates faith;
A boss is a boss
You must come cross,
If you floss
If front of your boss,
You may get fired
and make a fuss…
Let go if you have to,
4 another opportunity may open up for you.
Getting over things is tough,
Yet I am ready to face anything, delicate or rough.

Void Is Hard 2 Avoid

2011-12-18T18:31:00.001-08:00

Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee,
Unwind yourself under a tree.
.
To succeed
is to plant your own seed
and do live feed.
.
The food is ready,
Time to share with friend Teddy,
An opportunity to impress Daddy.
.
Void is hard to avoid,
Loneliness gets lost like glory
Falling through the grate of memory.
.
Facing missing epics
and a fugitive dream,
I hear your pen scream!

Haiku

2011-12-18T18:31:00.000-08:00

Breeze blowing in tunes,

whispering so handsome hues,

tells its own blues.

A Magpie Tale on Things Uncertain

2011-12-04T06:34:00.000-08:00

Image Credit: via Magpie Tale by Tess:
Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

It starts with a game show,

Then lunch break,

Then of course case studies until midnight.

You’ve seen them sitting

In protected room, in fat

and itchy chairs, their heads hang low.

They are waiting for the last case

Represented to them,

Hopefully, it is a better one.

They rarely chat among themselves,

Or go to other rooms for a change,

The channel is fixed at #7.

Eventually, they’ve come to

Folded, infirm, and loose stacks of cards

to spread and play on the table.

If they have known a little

less of each successive program in town,

Things would not be that bad as everything is unsaid.

*****

Magpietales

Poetry Picnic at The Gooseberry Garden

Today's Blues

2011-11-30T09:15:00.000-08:00

The show has been shut down till further notice,
as you might have guessed,
The hosts have gone to winter vacation,
Performers on tip-toe are bidding for a bonus pay,
The assistants have started to type their memoirs,
Fans who refuse to leave
are given opportunity to
reserve their seats for tomorrow,
A lonely stage sits in sharp winds,
whining silently life poetry
that nobody will hear,
No need to investigate,
The show is closed for now
until further notice.

A Magpie Tale

2011-11-27T08:03:00.001-08:00

Image Credit: Tess' Magpie Tale

It’s late November,

Ice knits along the cold ground,

A bandage on summer’s wounds,

A red sofa is deserted on street,

in sheer isolation,

Refusing to give up its value,

The red seat a squint of anticipation,

I touch the soft cushion,

Knowing that

It must have equipped with sweating passion,

This is the moment when nobody seems to care,

As the chair sits there,

attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere.

Magpietales

Poetry Picnic at The Gooseberry Garden

The Hourglass Life (Change, Short Story Slam Week 15)

2011-11-20T11:21:00.000-08:00

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While I’m withheld on the top part,

I feel intense and strong,

As I fall down to the lower part,

I go inspired and hope for a restart.

Grains of sand I’m considered as,

Don’t you think I’m grain of children,

Feeling timid for changes,

Yet, I must accept the ups and downs life arranges.

Randomly,

We encounter and squeeze to be the first,

You and me,

We are forced to visit the virtue of friendships, wisdom, and honesty.

*****

dVerse Poetics: Change

One Single Impression: Seeking

Poetry Picnic at The Gooseberry Garden

The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! -

A Magpie Tale

2011-11-13T06:43:00.000-08:00

Magpie Tales: Mag 91

Poetry Picnic Week 13 at The Gooseberry Garden

Look at me,

Am I real?

Where am I?

Why shall you stop by?

Come join me,

A Big deal,

No need to be shy,

since we must be reminded our freedom pie.

The air is screaming with death,

Please wheel me through this place,

Chair by chair,

until my rebirth.

Flash Friday 55: Winter Thoughts

2011-11-10T17:36:00.000-08:00

Days in winter grow shorter,

Thoughts in me become sportier,

I write yet fail

to feel:

How the Moon with her flickering hope

hanging on bare cliff like a rope,

How November dusk blows cold kisses

to lonely gray houses,

and how I rake wet leaves in my hard drive

to see life between us.

*****

Mr. Knowitall: Friday Flash Fifty Five.....

Poets United:The Thursday Think Tank # 74 - Winter

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Sunday 160: Our Actions Are Windows

2011-11-06T11:50:00.000-08:00

One shall realize,

No matter how hard one tries,

Gossip or touchy surmise

may still rise.

One must comprise

by writing and acting wise,

plus taking advice.

*****

What Can You Write in 160 Characters?

Check it out on Monkey Man.

Also Submitted to Poetry Jam :Windows

Funny Quotes

2011-11-04T10:44:00.000-07:00

#1: I’m a virgin when it comes to cell phone.

#2: A Face-to-Face Person: you can’t hug, or hold hands of an email, phone, or fax.

#3: The shortest distance between people is laughter.

#4: The past is a foreign culture, they do things differently now.

#5: Optimism is contagious.

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 4 (November 4-13, 2011)

Being Myself Is A Big Deal

2011-10-21T07:15:00.000-07:00

Forecast says it's going to snow tomorrow,
So I shall cherish my time today,
I don't want to be reminded any sorrow
of what happened or will occur anyway,
The will to be free is tense,
The reasons don't have to make any sense,
I wish to stay calm and be real,
Being myself is a big deal.
I shall try my best to be current,
nothing will stop me from valuing my present.

Short Story Slam Week 12

2011-10-17T12:31:00.000-07:00

Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 12

It’s snowing outside,

The house sails like s ship

along the rotation of Earth,

Your mothers’ voice blows

like the floating snowflakes,

“I don’t regret what I did,

I will always be with you.”

I pull the curtain down,

and ready to turn you into a religion.

The candle is lit,

Stars and seas are fashioned around,

…

Please turn your face around to meet me,

I wish to stay closer,

I want to run to the edge of the river

join you,

...

The beating of your heart keeps me awake,

I envy you,

The product of a forbidden love,

Innocent and naked,

Showing no worries,

You sleep as if life is Heaven,

Thank You for keeping your face hidden,

I can hardly bear the thrill

of admiring the beauty you have shown.

shall I forgive the shadows

2011-10-16T10:12:00.000-07:00

Shall I forgive the shadows
dancing at my feet,
Sorry I'm not ready to go
despite bursting shivers over my shoulder,
I drop a bolt of light
to generate a jolt of comprehension,
Reoccurring insults gather
in the hoops of your broken soul,
Emotional dramas cause topples,
I'm not ready to dance yet,
Hold your horses,
So and so...

Thank You!

2011-10-11T08:48:00.000-07:00

During our life span,

We encounter many people,

Some come

and leave with twisted impressions,

Some join

and disappear with NO particular progressions,

While others stay,

and make visual contributions.

We do NO harm to those who disagree,

We let those short term passengers go free,

We treat the respectful ones with great passion,

That’s how we grow a forceful mission.

I am thankful

Because you are near,

I am grateful

because your friendship is dear,

Life is beautiful

because spring is here,

Life is blissful

because my mind is pure.

Joy to YOU,

May all of your dreams come true.

Love Survives

2011-10-11T08:44:00.000-07:00

First date, coming nigh,

His face shines with scarlet pride,

Hard not to smile wide.

They meet, right on time,

Side by side, their heartbeats rhyme,

no words, but hot thoughts.

All of a sudden,

big raindrops pour, wetting them,

Befuddled, they hug.

Shyness disappears,

First kiss in romantic tears,

Love survives, Cheers.

How I wish To Be A Fish

2011-10-11T08:28:00.000-07:00

How I wish

2 be a fish.

with flapping fins

the fun begins.

I will do my underwater association

without sunscreen or lotion.

I will follow you

when we come to the same school.

I will remain in the sea

in order to swim free.

with lessons taught,

I won’t carry any negative thought.

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A Magpie Tale

2011-10-10T20:37:00.000-07:00

sowa king1

It takes up the full screen to get attention, read, either online or from newspapers, not remembering anything after finishing it.

Writing, a way to fondle memories with creative muses, could be misleading after all...

The world changes without us.

The air, invisible, sneaks in without keys, placing its nose on droplets of coffee left on the morning paper.

A king, stands there watching, too fed up to act.

Emotions throw rocks on time wheels, bewildered, disappointed, and sad.

Blame the king for everything?

Hard to breathe,

Open the window, the scent of cut grass dances, fresh and cool.

Solace of silence,

We’re not kings.

The earth rotates on circus wheels, but we are the makings of ourselves.

It’s time to let time speak!

Magpie Tales

Sunday 160 on He

2011-10-09T11:44:00.000-07:00

His heart is clear like water,

When he loves,

His words calm the sea,

hanging in the evening sky,

impress us,

one by one,

into his galaxy.

He is my Valentine.

Monkey Man Sunday 160

Poetry Picnic Week 8 At The Gooseberry Garden

Haiku

2011-10-06T13:10:00.000-07:00

Hummingbirds flap wings
in rhythm, kissing the flowers,
stirring autumn nights.
.
Shutting her wet eyes,
She lets music of his words
echo through her head.
.
"Past" shall not withhold,
"Tomorrow" is to unfold,
"Now", please hug me tight.

He Took My Soul (104 words)

2011-10-03T09:44:00.000-07:00

He took my soul
and hide it in a place
I cannot go.
.
He rode a horse
with masked face,
The Silver sword shows the force.
.
He traveled all night,
His eyes slit of light,
what fearsome sight.
.
He called me twice,
Too bad I could not recognize his voice,
so I hand him up with no other choice.
.
He visited me with no warning at all,
He took my soul
while I was on the way to the shopping mall.
.
I tried to call 911 for help,
But I keep hearing a voice,
"The number you have dialed
is no longer in service."

Thursday Prompts (Short Story Slam in Alphabe-Thursday)

2011-09-28T06:50:00.000-07:00

Alphabe-Thursday (X=The Unknown Variable )

Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 11

Time crawls like mosquitoes in our ears,

Darkness hits without minding our fears:

The unknown variable,

Invisible and miserable,

makes life controversial:

A dead woman keeps dancing in her feet,

Witches plot a naked parade,

Under the force of a spade,

Bubbling thoughts start to fade,

As trees lift their arms to comb their hair,

Strangers are approaching you from nowhere.

“Hoot”, “hoot”,

is what owls are calling,

“Psst”, “Psst”,

is what rain is talking,

“Boo”, “Boo”,

Here comes the unknown,

“Sss”, “Sss”,

A vampire starts to blow bloody kisses at you.

The Angel Offers Her Peace Talk (Sunday Prompts)

2011-09-25T16:38:00.000-07:00

The evil is practicing violence

in the dark,

Trees suffer,

with broken arms left in the park.

Not amused

to see nature being abused,

The angel offers her peace talk

while the humming bird does its ground work.

It seems such an important matter,

Even the clouds tilt to listen,

Raindrops fell on her eyelashes,

and made them glisten.

*****

Magpie Tales

Prompt 187: Amuse at One Single Impression

Poetry Picnic Week 6 At The Gooseberry Garden

Haikus (4 Poets Rally Week 52)

2011-09-25T06:50:00.000-07:00

A handful stars fall

On the Berlin wall, making

Rocks fly to the sky.

Falling into Fall

Season all of a sudden,

I fly to Heaven.

All of a sudden,

Fall falls with its arms open,

What festive event.

Losing her mother,

She boards on a train, letting

wheels ground her sorrows.

Poets Rally for fun,

Talents stand out and shine,

Divine treasure hunt.

~~~~~

Thursday Poets Rally Week 52 at The Poetry Palace

The Height of Haiku Challenge, Day 25 - Prompt #83 - Any Topic

Thursday Prompts-Haiku, Limerick, and More...

2011-09-22T08:52:00.000-07:00

Haiku 3-5-3 Form:

A bull’s-eye,

A knot on a tie,

Make thoughts fly.

Haiku 5-7-5 form

Diet does do wonders,

To stay charming and fit,

Drink lots of water.

A Limerick:

I try to impress when I write,

But things aren’t always right,

Which topic to choose,

What term to use,

They often give me fright.

A Poem

In my mind there’s an art gallery,

Where nothing is dull,

Especially when George Washington on a shiny parquetry

turns his eyes on you.

You may see six-legged dogs,

You may find four-eyed frogs,

Be aware of pink sexy hogs,

Don’t get hit by flying logs.

Wash your face

before you enter a chess race.

Don’t yawn

when things go quiet before dawn.

Erase memories from your brain,

Digest bitter truth,

Leave behind everything that’s absurd,

Exit without missing a tooth.

~~~~~

Alphabe-Thursday (W=Weird Wonders )

Poetry Jam (Imaginative Place)

3WW CCLIX

POETIC FORMS WK 3 : LIMERICK (Sept. 21-October 2, 2011)

The Height of Haiku Challenge, Day 22 - Prompt #80 - Bullseye

Sunday Prompts in Magpie Tale

2011-09-18T11:38:00.000-07:00

You give the expressions of listening

To my thoughts, in a bamboo flute,

Tilting your heads toward where I’m standing

on this autumn evening,

Tree leaves tremble in breeze,

Resembling your hungry lips,

The moon bends over,

Holding her breath;

Bare feet,

Hair loose and falling,

Betrayal,

Shadowy figures moving,

Uneasy melody,

I should have seen it coming…

~~~~~

Sunday Scribbling: #285 - Easy

one single Impression Prompt 186: Betrayal

Carry On Tuesday # 123

Magpie Tales :Mag 83

Poetry Picnic Week 5 At The Gooseberry Garden: Object

Short Story Slam Week 10

2011-09-16T10:49:00.000-07:00

Submitted to : Short Story Slam Week 10: Children's Literature

The day is young,

The air is fresh with a rainbow in the sky,

Duck is alone,

and he decides to learn how to fly.

He has wings,

and feathers, the way birds do,

“I’m ready to change things.”

Duck decides to have his dream come true.

But, no matter how hard he tries,

He couldn’t lift himself up to the air.

Thus, frustrations gives him blue,

and he begins to envy anything that ends with flies,

dragonflies, fireflies, butterflies, …name a few...

“Life is unfair.”

Duck thinks, frowning at everything, old or new.

“Cheer up!”

The cow moos, loudly;

“What’s up?”

The butterfly speaks, timidly;

Bothered by the curious squirrel,

Duck decides not to start a quarrel,

Feeling like screaming,

He takes off his clothes,

and jumps into the pond next to where he is standing,

Duck is swimming,

With his animal friends remain close,

All smiling…

The water is cold,

Yet it feels perfect for him,

“Life is gold!”

Duck tells himself, breathing a sigh of relief.

A Summer Vacation Acrostic in 55 Words

2011-09-14T18:12:00.000-07:00

Summer is leaving tomorrow,

Usha's heart is filled with sorrow;

Met him during her summer vacation,

Made best friends with no hesitation;

Everyday, they've spent quality time together,

Relaxing!

Volcanic passions gather,

A romance's cooking;

Can't help feeling

And caring,

They made love

Inside a sailboat,

Oh, my,

Now, time to let it go afloat.

Poetry Picnic Week 4: Summer Vacations, Grandparents, and Anniversaries ,

Alphabe-Thursday (V=Vacation, Very Rare One )

Poetry Jam (Sea Adventure)

Flash Friday 55 with Mr. Knowitall: Write a fiction, a poem or a story, share..

Magpie Tale #82

2011-09-12T10:40:00.000-07:00

I have a dream of fantasy,
I’ve handled it with passion,
My heart outgrows its fancy,
I had it out of my mission.
Now I can have peaceful sleep,
And my day is filled with musical beep.
.
As if in eternity I have been,
I enjoy the full blossom of imagination,
Blue sky against fluffy clouds,
Pop music with thrilled crowds,
Hillside with green grasses,
Pecan trees and poetic masses.

*****

Magpie Tales

ABC Wednesday

Oxymoron plus humor in Magpie Tales

2011-09-06T07:54:00.000-07:00

Silent wind blows,

Forgotten memories brew;

Midnight Sun glows,

Living ghosts stew;

Open plight,

Closed fight;

Sweet violence,

Thunderous Silence;

Handsome pressure,

Useless treasure;

A rotten beauty,

An offline duty;

A free Style,

A limited pile.

^^^^^^^^^^

Magpie Tales

Alphabe-Thursday U is for useless treasure

ABC Wednesday H is for handsome pressure

Poetry Picnic Week 3 At The Gooseberry Garden: Free Style

Poetry Jam (Humor in poetry)

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 2 (Humor post)

A Humor Post in Saturday Centus

2011-09-03T10:15:00.000-07:00

Funny Bunny Fridays

http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/funny-bunny-fridays-week-2-sept-2-sept.html

Saturday Centus: 106 words..

http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/09/saturday-centus-what-kind-of.html

Here, I’m begging your pardon,

I will have a picnic party near a space garden,

Where we have many types of food,

you bet come with delicious mood,

One major appetizer is pizzas, that’s good,

stories will be added to the center,

lyrics are encouraged to enter...

Funny pizzas come in boxes,

Bunny pizzas are carried by foxes,

Space drink are flying kind,

what you can do is to open your mind;

A show will be on,

while you eat, drink, and sing along;

"What kind of pizza is this?"

someone might wonder,

"A world class pizza to bring you bliss."

You can respond to make them ponder.

Alphabe-Thursday /Short Story Slam in 55 Words.

2011-08-31T16:45:00.000-07:00

He's gone, along with the warship, to carry out his duty in Navy in a troubled land.

Unspeakable grief unfolds, flipping its wings like startled bats.

She stands there, not being aware of upcoming affair.

After a year, he brings home a baby whose mother is not her.

Waves of the sea shiver!

Life's unfair!

*****

Flash Friday 55

Alphabe-Thursday  

Short Story Slam Week 9 at Bluebell Books  

Sunday Prompts-Love Is Like A River

2011-08-28T10:40:00.000-07:00

Love is like a river,

One dreams of it forever;

Wheat dreams of being French bread,

Muses dream of being magpie tales that are widely read,

Love is like a river,

A kiss does really matter;

Rains make love swell,

Getting wet will make passion dwell.

*****

Poets United

Magpie Tales

One Single Impression

Carry On Tuesday

Sunday Scribbling

Poetry Picnic Week 2 At The Gooseberry Garden

A Picnic At Poets Rally Week 50 (Peace of Patience)

2011-08-24T09:37:00.000-07:00

The world is small

when people stand tall;

The world is big

If anger/wars are the ones to dig;

The world is a family

If everyone strives for harmony;

The world is beautiful

If members are respectful;

As challenges/issues continue threading life’s elegance,

WE must spread hope, faith, and peace of patience!

Submitted to

Poetry Picnic Week 1 At The Gooseberry Garden

Thurday Poets Rally Week 50 at The Poetry Palace

Please check out these poetry sites and enjoy the fun!

Sunday 160-Untitled

2011-08-21T18:37:00.000-07:00

The iron tower in Paris
bends yet not to fall,
Light clips
& girdles it,
As the Sun enters
with its blond touches,
the tower tilts its head
to join the affair.

*****

Monkey Man Sunday 160

Poetry Picnic Week 1 At The Gooseberry Garden

I Practice Better Living!

2011-08-17T18:11:00.000-07:00

Pacing back and forth,

I practice better living;

Recycling myself,

I’m living off of the grids;

Aches, Acts, Reactions,

Few come to satisfactions;

Biting fingernails,

I run, ignoring dead snails,

LOVE will keep the course sailing!

*****

Manyoshu, a poetry form for The Purple Treehouse: 5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-7

http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/poetic-forms-waka.html

Short Story Slam Week 8:

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-story-slam-week-8.html

Alphabe-Thursday: R is for Reactions, Redo one’s math to live….

http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursdays-letter-r.html

Free Write Friday-My Turn To Confess As A Fox

2011-08-12T11:48:00.000-07:00

“A fox is tricky!”

Animals in the forest turned picky.

Hearing it, I feel fuzzy,

I wish to kick those who are bossy.

Tigers prowl about their den,

A rooster woos a charming chicken,

A girl squeezes her teddy bear’s ear,

Trooping along the river are teenage deer.

I’m a fix who holds my vexations,

I depend on my sixth sense to detect relations,

Stop pulling my tail,

Remove your unfitting pail.

Do you know the grains of dust in my dinning table?

Is any one of them worth your trouble?

My master is invisible and forceful,

You’re got to be smart and careful!

*****

This is written for Free Write Fridays at Magic in The Backyard:

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/free-write-friday-do-you-know-who-you-are/

Magpie Tale #77

2011-08-08T06:43:00.000-07:00

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Snowflake and giggling chips,

Golden hair dips,

Jokes baked,

Coke cans naked.

Hungry eyes,

Sexy pies,

Ghosts pancakes,

Earthquake body shakes.

Ex-lovers’ wine,

Angel and beast soup,

Someone screamed outside the door

While I noticed a bloody hand on the floor.

Monkey Is Eight (Humor in Short Story Slam Week 7)

2011-08-05T17:42:00.001-07:00

Monkey is eight,

Already, he has gained too much weight.

“No more coconut juice,

Water is the only drink you can choose.”

Mom says.

“No more banana pies,

Cut off those French fries.”

Dad cries.

“What about a story party near a beach,

and a safari in a jungle?”

Monkey gives his mumble.

Under a coconut tree,

Where space is open and free,

A family of three

can hardly agree.

They have NO fun

Until they spy a hunter with a gun,

“Run!”

Without hesitation, three monkeys start to run

Under the baking sun…As the hunter is nowhere to be seen,

Three monkeys begin to grin…

“Truce” wins over “truth”,

Monkey smiles, showing a missing tooth.

My entry to the following, please check them out and join us today!

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 1,Share your humor today!

and Short Story Slam: Prompt #7, Welcome In!

August Follower Awards

2011-08-03T07:39:00.000-07:00

Family Is Special Award

The Most Open-Minded Poet Award
for Poets Who Are Followers

Sweet Blog Award

Supportive Blogger Award

U R Amazing Friend Award

Thank U For Being My Friend Award

One Lovely Blog Award

Rules: Simply post TWO of your favorite awards in your blog, pass to 1 to 10 friends or Keep them for yourself to enjoy!

Happy Wednesday, Happy August!

It has been a while ever since I give out awards in this blog to my followers, which does not mean i don't appreciate those who supports Jingle and this blog!

If U R Reading this post, please feel free to comment, take TWO awards of your choice to Enjoy!

August is here, school starts on August 19 in my place. I loved summer, but I can't wait 4 Fall 2 Come!
Take Good Care!

As You Unlearn The World (Weekend Prompts in 55 Words)

2011-07-23T17:35:00.001-07:00

School is out,
"Hurray!" Kids shout.
Forget about academic acceleration,
Time to enjoy summer vacation.
Take long naps
as thunder claps;
Block out noises and ashes
when lightening flashes;
Clear your browse history,
Delete everything,
both satisfactory and unsatisfactory;
Stop using the printer,
Restart your computer...
As you unlearn the world,
You've become a child.

Pink Saturday,

Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s,

Poetry Pantry at Poets United

And Monday Poetry Potluck W45: Nature and Life: Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, enjoy poetic friends, You are invited!,

Happy Pink Saturday,
Happy Weekend!

Image Credit: Google.com

On This 17th of July (For Poetry Potluck Week 44)

2011-07-17T16:41:00.000-07:00

On this 17th day of July,
I decide to give myself wings to fly:
I will be visiting Mars
and collecting fireflies with a million jars;
I will be landing on the Moon
and eat my dinner without a spoon;
I will be knocking at the door of the Sun
and offer him a bottle of homemade wine;
I will be playing hide and seek with stars
and land on earth with no scars…
I will listen to the whispers of summer wind
while I begin to read your poetry, beautiful and grand.

Monday Poetry Potluck W44, Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, enjoy poetic friends, You are invited!,

The Voice of The Poets (4 poets Rally Week 48)

2011-07-12T19:25:00.000-07:00

The voice of the poets
call our wandering mind,
Through haunting ghosts
and echoing lands,
The power of nature is to be shed,
The pain and suffering of humans are to be heard.
Via the fights of wars,
and the crown of kings,
we see joy, sorrow, and wild things.
What dreams shall we pursue?
What faith shall we carry?
Ask poets,
Set your own goals.
No passion bids us wait,
The voice of the poets is the voice of our fate.

My entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 48, Which takes place July 14-20, 2011,
The linkz is to be up at 10am, American central!
A free verse or a poem of any poetry forms is accepted, every poet is welcome at
Thursday Poets Rally Week 48

share your poetry, have fun in the rally!

Short Story Slam Week 5 in 55 Words

2011-07-07T06:46:00.000-07:00

Sam has been Tammy's dog ever since she was three.

Now he's gone, Tammy keeps thinking of Sam, how he wiggles his tail to greet her from school and fetches Frisbee when Tammy throws it. Not to mention the time they spent walking in the park...

Will this tomato plant help Tammy grow new hope?

My Entry for Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s

and Short Story Slam Week 5

Happy Writing!

Image Credit: google.com

Strawberry Emotions (Please Join Poetry Potluck Week 42 Today!)

2011-07-03T15:31:00.000-07:00

Red with freckles,
Plump in sunlit gleam,
Fresher than pickles,
Perfect if served with ice cream.
.
Sisters and brothers,
Desires in their eyes,
Without permission of their mothers,
Swallow strawberry pies.
.
Tasty treat,
Strawberry emotions,
Succulent and sweet,
Juicy commotions !

My submission to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 42,
And to Blaga’s spring favorite,
My favorite fruit is strawberries!

image credit: google.com

1+1=1, Pink Celebration in 55 Words!

2011-07-01T01:45:00.001-07:00

Send kindness to people who

think that ignorance is the sole sickness

impacting their future.

Share insights with people who

insist that individuality is the only way

to promote freedom.

1+1=2,

Yet in life this may not be true,

1 +1=1

when love bonds two

to form ONE family that is divine.

My entry to the following memes:

Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s,

Theme Thursday: 1+1=2?!,

And Pink Saturday, Happy Independence Day!

also linked to alphabe-Thursday, L is for Love, love bond a family...

I'm A Boat

2011-06-25T08:40:00.000-07:00

I'm a boat,
You are the water,

My life is the wind that keeps me afloat

And sail cross the border.

You allow me to keep going

to erase life’s pain,

Although knowing

that we may lose each other again.

The future is unknown,

Yet you refuse to frown,

You sing me the most beautiful song

while I’m stuck and alone.

Like daughter,

Like father,

You are the water

that supports me to go further.

*****

Writer’s Island (last prompt)

http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2011/06/24/week-26-prompt-vision-of-the-future/#comments

Short Story Slam Week 4:

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/thursday-short-story-slam_21.html

Come joining us today, have fun!

linked to poetry potluck week 41:
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

I Spy ...In 55 Words

2011-06-16T03:12:00.001-07:00

What do you spy
when you come to sea site?
Dolphins and whales,
Wiggling their tails;
Snails and seals,
Enjoying their meals;
Catfish and jellyfish,
Teasing fat-fish;
Wrasse and bass,
playing in mass;
What do you spy
when you visit sea site?
I spy fish prance, side by side;
I spy waves dance, carrying pride.

Here is my entry to the following memes:

Alphabe-Thursday,

Magpie Tale,

Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s,

Writer’s Island,

And Pink Saturday, Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Writing!
Happy Father's Day!

Magpie Tale/Short Story Slam Week 3 on Sea

2011-06-13T11:04:00.000-07:00

A vacation takes me to the sea,
to see what I could see;
But what I could see
was magic under the dark blue sea.
.
Walking barefoot along the shore,
I see seashells sit on the floor;
Dive in and go seaward bound,
Motion in the ocean is all around.
.
A tiny shock is what you feel
if you are touched by an electric eel;
Take notice of oysters dressing in pearls
as you admire snails wrapped in curls.
.
Seahorses jump coral reefs
while carrying NO saddle or rains in ocean waves;
Red lobsters prance,
while dolphins join the watery dance.
.
A vacation takes me to the sea,
I love what I see in the sea;
What I say is what I see,
Please join me for adventurous trip to the sea.

My entry to the following meme, jin us and have fun mind mapping and sight seeing!

Magpie tale:http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Short Story slam: http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/thursday-short-story-slam.html

Happy Birthday in Sunday 160

2011-06-05T10:16:00.001-07:00

Happy Birthday,
June Babies,
Time 2 sail away
2 unwind your day,
Feel blessed to be born in June,
Sing yourself a lovely tune.
It's vacation time,
Let it rhyme!

Published as part of Sunday 160 at Monkey-man,
Happy Sunday 2 You All!
Happy Birthday to All June Babies!
Cheers!

A Short Story In 55 Words

2011-05-27T19:35:00.001-07:00

Jim got a job offer at Salt Lake City! A dream comes true!

He grinned BIG as he imaged hiking in snow-covered mountain in July, swimming naked under a cave, and toasting mush-mellows near camping fire...

Lucy wished to follow him, but her mother has breast cancer and needs her...

Thoughts jumble, Lucy couldn't go.

*****

Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s

Short Story Slam Week 2

And Three Word Wednesday: Grin, Naked, Jumble

Do You Think Stones Have Spirits?

2011-05-25T20:58:00.001-07:00

living seeds, like living thoughts or ideas, grow and expand life.

Stones won’t grow, they are detached and rather independent, they could be ultilized to make beautiful houses, but stones accomplish little when it comes to growth. If you plant rocks, your garden reman sterile and unproductive.

Thoughts change the world.

Do you think stones have spirits?

What is your opinion of rocks or stones in comparison with plants in nature or ideas in human minds?

Thank U for visiting Jingle, Happy Thursday to U all!

ABC Wednesday/Magpie Tales-I Love Books

2011-05-16T10:01:00.000-07:00

I love books,
I truly do,
Books of passions
and stories that glow,
Books of expressions
and people we must know.
.
A book is a tale of castles and kings,
A book is an escape of upset things,
Find a spot where you can hide,
Let a book take you for a mental ride.
.
Words breathe life from start to end,
A good book is a good friend.
Words can blow clouds away,
Words can create dramas to satisfy your fantasy.
.
I love books,
I truly do.
Books of pictures
and places, too.
Books of adventures
and facts that are true.

…

ABC Wednesday, R is for reading

Magpie Tale

and Short Story Slam: Prompt #1 is open until Friday, 10pm, Welcome In!

May 5=Flash Fiction Friday 55 , Happy Mother's Day and More...

2011-05-05T17:04:00.001-07:00

Like a used teabag

After done drinking,

the fatigue of a dying relation

places one’s mood in neutral position,

It’s done,

time to discover some novel fun.

You may add water to have another sip,

Yet, the taste is far less deep.

“knock, knock,”

“Who’s there?”

“Scott.”

“Scott who?”

“Someone new.”

“Archoo!!!! ;)”

My entry to the following memes, Happy Weekend! Happy Mother's Day!

Lots of Laughter: Free Form,

Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s,

Verse in a Nutshell’s May Poetry Challenge May 5: Stealing,

And Pink Saturday, Happy Mother’s Day to You All!

Image credit: google.com

There Is Always Another Story (4 Poets Rally Week 43)

2011-05-03T09:10:00.001-07:00

There is always another day,
Cloudy or sunny;
There is always another story,
Sad or funny,
Let go of faded dreams,
Never mind silent screams;
Offer yourself a small patch,
Where you can garden;
Have an agenda in sketch,
So that you carry no pardon;
At the darkest hour,
Wait for early birds chirp,
As the sun greets the flower,
Watch the morning dew drip.

My entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 43, Which takes place May 5-12, A free verse is accepted, every poet is welcome Here

Exciting News!

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We will have a writing prompt open up on May 12, 2011, called Short Stories Slam, an image will be provided with linkz, every blogger is welcome to contribute your creative work by sharing a piece of story, prose, or poem..Please make sure to sign in to follow the blog, or follow us on Facebook…Short Stories Slam will last 8 days, runs TWICE a month/BIWEEKLY.

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Magpie Tale & A-Z: X=X-ray, Y=Yarn, Z=Zebra

2011-04-29T06:47:00.000-07:00

There are lots of visions in me,
They appear as dreamy as they can be;
Whenever I feel sleep,
Things start to haunt me, so deep.
.
I see whisker-faced kitten,
Good and cute sheep,
yellow feet of a chicken,
and walkies-talkies that beep.
.
I also see faces that are tan,
golden rays of the sun,
stars and their many a fan,
plus smiles on people’s faces, yours and mine!
.
I see poetry on your web page,
arts hanging on back of your door,
the ballerina dancers on stage,
plus music you’ve never heard before.
.
I see cucumbers and tomatoes,
cauliflowers and potatoes,
roasted ham, crispy and golden,
plus blueberry muffins, hot from the oven.
.
I see spaceship,
birds passing over my head,
evidence of friendship,
plus sailboats facing waves with no dread.
.
Of course, reveries also roll inside me,
Yet I want them stay in dreams and float free.
when I wake up,
I will simply hang them up…

X=X-ray

Y=Yarn

Z=Zebra

*****
My entry for the following memes:

A-Z Challenge: X, Y, Z

and Magpie Tale #63

Thanks for reading, Happy Friday!

200th Post-Thankful of You in A-Z Challenge

2011-04-25T16:40:00.000-07:00

Blogging feels like paradise
because of YOU, who is very wise!
It’s you
who filled this space with fresh air,
It’s you
who inspired my writing
with a rocking chair;
It’s you
who filled my comment box
with words apt and bright,
It’s you
who painted this part of sky
with rainbow and sunlight;
It’s you
who inspired me
how to have fun,
It’s you
who showed me
how to turn water into wine;
It’s you
Who fed my soul
with motivation and education.
It’s you
Who demonstrated to me that
loving your enemy leads to relaxation.

A-Z Challenge: U, V, W

U=You, V=Very, W=Wise

Ting’s Thankful Tuesday

on April 20, 2011, it was one year blogging anniversary of this special blog, and

After 5 days, today, I am posting my 200th post, I am thankful for all of YOU who have followed my blog and commented to encourage my continuation of this journey…

Happy End of April!

A-Z challenge: R=Rain, S=Silence, T=Topology

2011-04-22T09:04:00.001-07:00

Rain is the scent of spring,
The catalyst of passion,
The balm of pain,
The signal of transformation.

Silence is the time to feel
Something real,
Yet, it is still
And has strong will to fulfill.

I own all an apology,
I am no good at topology,
I love algebra and symmetry,
Yet go panic on advanced geometry.

*****
A-Z Challenge: R, S, T

Monday Poetry Potluck W32 Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, enjoy poetic friends, You are invited!

A-Z Challenge: P=Panda, Q=Questions, Special Award Contest

2011-04-18T16:33:00.000-07:00

Panda bear,
Apt and rare,
Not many exist somehow,
Do your share to save them NOW,
Actions are valued, Wow!

Quadratic equation,
Unique impression,
Exponential function,
Special Expression,
Transpose of a matrix,
Interesting math tricks,
Occupations differ,
No one is better,
Square 5 to get 25, high Five!

The Most Promising Poet Award

Talented Writer Award

Blogger Buddy Award

Magical Butterfly Award

*****

A-Z Challenge: P, Q

Monday Poetry Potluck W31 Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, enjoy poetic friends, You are invited!,

It has been more than two weeks since I have taken A-Z challenge, I am pleased to be able to get to know so many talented writers/fabulous bloggers, today, I am posting 4 awards above, trying to show my admiration and appreciations to my new blogging friends.

How to win these Awards:

If you are in A-Z challenge, you are reading this post, please leave a comment under my post, I will select winners from COMMENT SECTION only and notify you by Friday this week.

If you are a general follower of Jingle or a poet in Jingle Poetry community, I also ask you to leave a comment under this post, I will pick winners based on your comments.

These AWARDS will be given to those who wish to have them and have left a comment under this post ONLY!

Good Luck!

Sunday/Monday Prompts: N=Nike Shoes, O=Orange Juice

2011-04-16T17:58:00.000-07:00

Nike shoes,
Orange juice,
Smiling faces,
Inviting places,
Positive attitude,
Fair Aptitude,
Mutual understanding,
Respectful bonding,
"These are a few of my favorite things,"
Keep in mind, thought have wings.

My entry to the following memes:

A-Z Challenge: N, O

Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Monday Poetry Potluck W31 Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, enjoy poetic friends, You are invited!,

Blue Monday

And Mellow Yellow Monday

A-Z Challenge=A Sonnet on M, L: Mushroom & Ladybug

2011-04-14T18:11:00.000-07:00

A ladybug relaxes on a mushroom,
enjoying nature as a classroom,
It starts to rain,
The ladybug feels the pain.
She crawls under the mushroom's arms,
and nothing seems doing her harms,
A running hare steps on the mushroom's head,
So sad, the mushroom is hurt.
The ladybug is alive,
She encourages the mushroom to survive,
Together they form a charming view,
Cherishing life as if it is anew,
Their power may be small,
But courage makes them tall.

My entry for the following memes:

A-Z Challenge: M, L

Thursday Thinking Tank at Poets United: You First

ABC Wednesday, M

And Alphabe-Thursday, Thursday Alphabet Soup

A-Z Challenge=J, K: Jay...Knitting Project

2011-04-12T09:25:00.000-07:00

Jay Is Just GREAT!

Jigsaw Puzzle Is Fun!

Knitting Project Is NEAT!

Kitten Is Cute!

*****
A-Z Challenge: J, K,

A-Z=I: I Enjoy Isolation

2011-04-11T06:53:00.001-07:00

I enjoy isolation!

It is part of creative evolution,
Isolation projects satisfaction,
Via lots of actions,
Without direct objection,
Away from distractions,
Isolation is writers’ paradise,
A quality time to compose and surprise.

I enjoy isolation!

A quality time to compose and surprise,
Isolation is writers’ paradise,
Away from distractions,
Without direct objection,
Via lots of actions,
Isolation projects satisfaction,
It is part of creative evolution.

*****

There are three different ways to write Palindrome poems, according to Inside My Poem Book:

1. Word Palindrome :- It can be read backwards, with the same words, for example, level, MADAM, racecar..
2. Mirrored Palindrome :-Here the words are reads the same forwards and backwards by letter and it is more difficult to write one
3. Line Palindrome :- in which the individual lines of a text make a palindromic sequence, that is, which reads forwards and backwards, by lines.

I write a Line Palindrome poetry on "I" and entering the following memes:
A-Z Challenge: I is 4 Isolation,

Monday Poetry Potluck W30 Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, enjoy poetic friends, You are invited!,

and Experiencing Poetry Forum Week 14: Palindrome,

Happy Birthday Wishes in 160

2011-04-09T12:01:00.000-07:00

Getting smarter,
Raining smiles,
Out of the ground,
Wondering
Tickle,
Happy Birthday 2 all April Babies!
.
Have free time?
Write a 160,
Tag Monkey man!
Grin!

A-Z Challenge: G is 4 Growth, H is 4 Happy,

Sunday 160,

And Monday Poetry Potluck W30 Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, enjoy poetic friends, You are invited!,

Big Tent Poetry/A-Z, F Is 4 Fish, G-man's FF 55

2011-04-07T07:35:00.001-07:00

I like fish.

Words portraying fish could capture humans as well:

young fish, old fish;

big fish, small fish;

happy fish, sad fish;

runaway fish, teenager fish;

MY poems on Fish:

As yellowish as gold,

I‘m a naughty little fish

Refusing to grow old!

.

I'm a baby fish

That is fluffy, fatty,

And witty!

*****

If you were a fish, what kind of fish do you want to be?

This is written 4 Flash Friday 55, A-Z Challenge, and Big Tent Poetry!

Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s

A-Z Challenge: F, G,

and Big Tent Poetry: Fish

Alone Together (4 Thursday Poets Rally Week 41)

2011-04-06T09:34:00.001-07:00

Alone together,

For worse or for better,

No need to know your past,

No worrying about your look,

Let the cold fire blast

so that written words hook,

Miserable happiness will enlighten the darkness,

Alone together,

That’s joyful terror,

Alone together,

No other phrase to say it fairer,

Alone together,

No way to surpass the wether.

*****

Thursday Poets Rally Week 41, Every Poet Is Welcome!

Morning Dew, Paris Dusk...A-Z Challenge on D & E

2011-04-04T10:20:00.000-07:00

Spring has sprung,
Morning dew,
Paris Dusk,
Magic in nature has begun.
.
See the eagle fly,
Wave to Easter Bunny
and say Hi,
Bathe in enthusiastic mood and cry.

A-Z Challenge: D Is 4 Dew, Dusk, E Is 4 Eagle, Easter

Weekend Prompts in Haikus

2011-04-02T18:42:00.000-07:00

A-Z challenge

is as cute as a puppy,

making some happy.

Write a poem each day,

2 celebrate national

Poetry month, Hurray!

The game of life may

look like a puppet show, yet,

Many see the other way.

My Entry for the following memes, Happy Sunday/Monday!

A-Z Challenge: C Is 4 Challenge

Poetry Pantry

Haiku Heights: Puppet

and Lots of Laughter: Free Form

Alphabe-Thurday: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday

Image credit: google.com

Big Tent Poetry & A-Z Challenge In 55 Words

2011-03-31T12:50:00.000-07:00

Battle at the baseball game,
The atmosphere is not the same,
Each player has an equal chance to bat,
as the fans outside the field sat,
Assault and battery are not welcome,
Batting and pitching skills are winsome,
1, 2, 3, strike,
the power's stiletto alike,
see the ball fly,
A home run, some cry!

My Entry for the following Memes:

Flash Friday 55 at G-Man’s

A-Z Challenge: B Is for Big Tent Poetry and Baseball

and Big Tent Poetry: Stillettos/Feathers, no wearing them