Life Blessings

     It's poetry time again!  November brings warm fall colors, harvest time, and many reasons to be count your blessings.  With that in mind, my blogger and friends decided to write poems about Blessings this month.   

Life Blessings Hands together, head bowed...a blessing is spoken. A tickle in your nose, then a sneeze...a blessing is given. Dressed in white, drips of Holy Water...a blessing is sung. A union created, unconditional love...a blessing is celebrated. Hours of labor, instant love....a blessing is born.  A beautiful life, Heaven awaits...a blessing is prayed. 


Beautiful sunrises begin a new day. Little hands to guide the way. Extra hugs when saying goodbye. Sweet kisses that almost make you cry. Smiles exchanged leaving class. I love you whispered through window glass. New drawings she loves to share. Growing up happy is my prayer.



Check out these other amazing poems:                  Baking in a Tornado On the Border Cluttered Genius The Bergham Chronicles Evil Joy Speaks Spatulas on Parade

Witchy Women

     So, since it is October my blogger friends and I are posting up some Fall poems this month.  I love Fall, the change of the leaves, the crisp in the air, pumpkin spice everything, and of course Halloween!  Sticking with the Halloween theme, I decided to post one inspired by a recent photoshoot I was in.  Have a SPOOKtacular day!

Photo by Kim Suzanne Images

Witches Witches that cackle, tackle with brews, spells, lotions, potions for the sexes, hexes with eye of newt, mummy's toe, bat wings, things mixed together boil and bubble, trouble witches on the prowl, growl black cats with eerie eyes, flies on broomsticks in the air, hair stringy, long, black and grayed, frayed black dresses, stockings, and hat, flat black shoes with rusted buckles, chuckles the witches about the lies, cries of terrified children in their beds, heads  must roll from the witches, bitches of Hell, daughters of Satan, waitin' to cast their evil spirits out, shout the townspeople "Thou shall hang them", Salem known for witchcraft, soon vanished, punished by death, drowned, hung, feathered, burned......Earned.

Photo by Kim Suzanne Images

Check out these other Fall inspired poetry...

Fall Poetry by Baking in a Tornado Falling Again by On the Border Fall or Autumn, Which one do we call ya? by Spatulas on Parade Falling Into You by The Bergham Chronicles

* Photo credit: Kim Suzanne Images * Dress made by Cordelia Royle 

* Feather capelet made by Ravennixe * Emerald earrings by Nouveau Dreams

* Emerald bracelet by Mikaylove

Son Up to Sun Down

     Since it is June, the time for summer days, so my blogger friends and I linked up to create some poems about the Sun.  Click on the links below to check out some other words of rhyme and rhythm.

Son Up to Sun Down
Six fifteen the Son is awake, breakfast and lunch I sleepily make. Get dressed and have a bite, off to the bus,  Sun shining bright. Wave goodbye, to school he goes, walk home, the Sun softly glows.

Seven thirty she's awake, so much for my morning break.  Beaming Sun on her bed, clothes on, breakfast fed. Walk to Kindi, kisses goodbye, glowing Sun in the sky.

Nine am out the door, groceries to shop,  at the store. Load them in, put away, the Sun now shines about midday. Walk to Kindi, pick her up, lunch to eat with her favorite cup.

One pm chores begun, laundry hung in the warm Spring Sun. Dishes to do, floors to sweep, wish this girl would go to sleep. Battle lost, outside we play, bubbles, chalk, bounce all day.

Three thirty pick up the boy, the bus is late, oh what joy. A little snack and homework done, out to play in the afternoon Sun. Switch out laundry, more to dry,

"will I ever be done?" out I cry.

Five pm Pinterest recipe up I look,

ingredients gathered ready to cook.

Table set, kids come in,

bedtime routines soon to begin.

Sun still bright, up it stays,

making for longer days.

Seven pm shower time,

wash off dirt and the grime.

Teeth clean, pajamas on,

books read, then a yawn.

Sunset peaking through closed blinds,

time to rest their busy minds.

Eight pm in beds they lay,

kisses, hugs, goodnights we say.

All tucked in, ready to sleep,

to dreamland gradually they creep.

Sun setting, beautiful views,

a collection of warm colorful hues.

Ten pm one more Netflix show,

up the stairs, to bed I must go.

Sun is down, disappear,

kids asleep, some snoring I hear.

Another busy day all around, 

from Son up to Sun down.



Check out these other poems about the Sun:

Baking in a Tornado
The Bergham Chronicles
Spatulas on Parage
Cluttered Genius

    

April Showers brings May Flowers

     Since it is April, National Poetry Month, my blogger friends and I linked up to create some poems about, well poems.  Click on the links below to check out some other words of rhyme and rhythm. 



Month to Month
If April showers bring May flowers, then June skies must bring July flies. If August heat brings September wheat, then October cold must bring November mold. If December flakes bring January lakes, then February chills must bring March daffodils.



Poets
Dickinson, Frost, Whitman, and Poe, These are some of the poets you may know. Byrons, Eliot, Browning, and Shakespeare too, All amazing writers through and through.






Check out these awesome poets....

Baking in a Tornado Spatulas on Parade
 

Winter Poems

     With the arrival of Winter, some of my blogger friends and I decided to put together a Winter Poetry link up for this month.  Check out some other creative Winter poems by clicking on the links below.



Winter
The warm turns into cold and the sun goes down by four. You must bundle up tight before stepping out the door.

The season brings an unwelcome chill one that goes up your spine. Winds that whip your scarf around and your hair that intertwines.

Fingers cringe with icy joints making it hard to say "Hello." Toes almost frozen in the knee deep cotton snow.

"Winter is a here!" we all hear them speak. But, I wish it were summer again with the sun upon my cheek.

~ C.M.




Snow Clouds 
Rain turns into snowflakes, they sprinkle all around. Whiteness covers the city  and blankets the frozen ground.

Snowflakes turn into snow, piled up so high. Streets dusted with salt from the plows that rumble by.

Snow turns into snowmen, big spheres of frozen fun. Decorated to the max until they melt from the glowing sun.

Snowmen turn into slush, a puddle of imagination. When it warms up again, He'll turn into evaporation.

~ C.M.

Click on the links to see some more  Winter Poetry!



Baking in a Tornado Spatulas on Parade Someone Else's Genius The Angrivated Mom The Bergham Chronicles

Oh, Christmas Tree

   With Christmas right around the corner, some of my blogger friends and I decided to put together a Christmas Poetry link up together.  Check out some other creative holiday poems by clicking on the links below.




Oh, Christmas Tree

An artificial creation of nature,

boxed like a three dimensional puzzle,

stored in the overhead compartment of the home.

A figure of pure perfection,

it's green spray painted metallic truck

flourishes color coded branches of manufactured plastic.

Trimmed with strands of blinking color,

priceless decorative jewels and gems,

a boa of traditional silver garland,

and an ancient angel to top it off.

No water preserves these seasonal splendor,

that's adored by wide-eyed ankle biters.

Inspired by Mother Nature,

families own sculptures of generic realism,

in place of a real Christmas tree.

~ C.M.

Check out these other festive holiday poems:

Spatulas on Parade
Someone Else's Genius 
Baking in a Tornado
Not that Sarah Michelle
The Bergham Chronicles

Thanksgiving Poems

   With Thanksgiving right around the corner, some of my blogger friends and I decided to put together a Thanksgiving Poetry link up together.  Check out some other creative  poems by clicking on the links below.


A few Haiku's...

Food on the table Family gathered with love Thanksgiving's complete.
~ C.M
The leaves are changing There is a chill in the air Thanksgiving is here.
~ C. M
Apple pie is great Pumpkin pie is delicious Pecan pie is best.
~ C.M. Thanksgiving
Time to gather, Time to greet, Time to be thankful each time we meet. Family to hug, Family to kiss, Family to tell how much they've been missed. Friends who laugh, Friends who smile, Friends who we haven't seen in awhile. Memories we make, Memories we share, Memories that last throughout the year. Thankful to love, Thankful to pray, Thankful for life each and every day. ~ C. M.

Check out these other great poems:
Baking in a Tornado Spatulas on Parade Someone Else's Genius The Bergham Chronicles





Happy Thanksgiving!