Friends, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 3 September 2010 @ 10:42 PM
Is it too late?
too late to plant sunflowers
dance the fandango
leap from the chair to the table
wear spandex
take up mosaic art
bob for apples
string a guitar
call France
eat maple sugar
play the tuba
learn Braille
learn Norwegian
learn to yodel
learn to love eggplant
post my Friday Flash Fiction 55?
methinks “Hell No!” on all accounts.
(The above shennanigans is a Friday Flash Fiction in 55 words for the G-Man who will “visit, read, enjoy, comment…Then BOOK!!” if you let him know you’ve posted a 55 to your blog.
Rock on, Dudes and Dudettes!
Rock on!
(Mosaic Artwork at Austin’s Nature Center.)
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Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 12 August 2010 @ 7:59 PM
I will bow my
breast to the
lips of a crying
new song.
I will rock
Song Baby
gently when
my thoughts
nod off to
blogland or
Hawaii. (I’ve not
yet seen Hawaii.)
I will hug
Song Baby
when I feel
the urge to
yell it into
submission.
For sweetly goes
life’s melody
unfolding.
You have just witnessed my Friday Flash Fiction 55 for The G-Man!
(P.S. Above was my simple brunch today.)
(P.P.S. I will return Flash 55 comments as soon as I can — whoo-hoo!!)
(P.P.S. If you missed me singing my 55 About & For The G-Man last week, you can can watch that 1-minute Youtube here.)
(P.P.P.S. You guys rock!!)
xoxoxoxo
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Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 1 August 2010 @ 11:08 PM
I started writing a poem about a rabbit playing tennis
when suddenly Morgan Freeman and Charlton Heston
and Meryl Streep were taking turns reading my poem
out loud as cherry blossoms began snowing from my
hair onto what had just been my old blue sweatpants,
but were now a pair of purple satin vintage palazzos.
Then autumn leaves began swirling around what mere
moments before had been my chair but was now a gold
and mahogany bicycle sailing me through the dining room
of the Hearst Castle. I blinked and the bike changed into
a gondola being steered by The Pioneer Woman through a
field of California poppies where little mice dressed in ball
caps and togas were dancing jigs and singing “Hey Jude.”
Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any weirder, the
gondola turned back into my chair and I was flung by the
wind to the top of a pine tree overlooking a fancy French
street cafe where people were either throwing pastries at
each other or playing violins made out of recycled canoes.
I blinked again and my chair fell out of the tree and into a
tornado spinning westwards across the ocean and finally
home through my attic window. Boy, was I glad to be back
safe and sound in my little garrett, with Blue Bunny at his
laptop eating apple pie and surfing some tennis gear sites.
Quite a night, eh? I guess we all have ones like that now and then, right? Or was it all just a dream? Hmn, I do wonder.
🙂
Posted with love and such,
Jannie
xoxoxo
P.S. I have not been surfing blogs lately as much as I’d dearly love to — I’ve been putting my nose to the grindstone on songs. But know that I am thinking about you all, and missing you!!
(Washington cherry blossoms photo via Wikimedia Commons, user Bossi)
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Poetry, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 28 July 2010 @ 3:48 PM
What my success with HTML coding
has taught me thus far is I could probably
still be a brain surgeon or an astronaut
or an equestrienne or a master boat builder,
or a Michelangelo of childrens’ face painting.
HTML code — I am so whooping your butt!
(end of deep and enigmatic poem)
If you or someone you love is a poet, please feel free to hop on board Jingle’s Thursday Poetry Rally train. It’s a blast!
Yes, it’s still Wednesday here as I post this, but it’s Thursday in Australia.
And Australia rocks! Can’t wait for my maiden voyage there.
How ’bout you? Have any experience whooping the butt of HTML code?
Posted with love,
by Jannie
xoxoxoo
P.S. Kelly’s face was painted by a gal who does that kind of stuff for a living.
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Blogging, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 11 July 2010 @ 11:08 PM
Chris Brogan loves me!
He reads me every day.
He lives for my photos,
loves that one above.
When I got the e-mail
he was following me back
on Twitter, I was all…
“Yessss, he knows my
brilliance now!” (That
feeling lasted a full 3
days until I clicked on
his profile to see he’s
following 130,000+.)
🙂
Anybody big following YOU on Twitter and hanging on your every bloggity word? 🙂
(That’s a photo I took here on Lake Austin last fall. I posted it once before, but much smaller. )
See you soon!
xoxox
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