My six words for today:
Nothing's in vain,
Crack that champagne!
Happy New Year!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Saturday, December 31, 2011
New
This week's prompt from Carry on Tuesday is the first line from Elinor Wylie's charming poem The Church-Bell
As I was lying in my bed
As
I was lying in my bed,
I
watched the shades of color red,
The
Sun would use to paint my room
With
scarlet roses in bloom,
That
live and die in such a haste…
I
rose a brand new day to taste!
Happy New Year!
Live for the Love of it.
The Happy Amateur
Friday, December 30, 2011
Happy New Year Russian Style
is here!
In Russia
New Year's Eve
is a very big holiday:
family, friends, food, toasts!
Kids get to stay up late waiting for
Ded Moroz and his granddaughter Snegurochka
to bring them presents. Something like this would happen:
around midnight the door bell would ring, kids would rush to
open the door, but there would be no one there...just a big bag
filled with
goodies!!!
Happy New Year!
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
Thursday, December 29, 2011
I sure am prolific! I wish they were terrific... (More Limericks)
In response to a limerick writing prompt from Mad Kane. This week's opening line is,
A fellow (woman) who'd stepped on some toes...
A fellow who’d stepped on some toes,
Confessed to his spouse of his woes,
“They think I aint sweet,
But I just got big feet!”
“Oh, yes! And a really big nose!”
A fellow who’d stepped on some toes
Received a big punch on the nose.
In business folklore -
As in love, or in war -
Things get bloody, and anything goes.
A woman who’d stepped on some toes
Recorded the shrieks. Recompose
This tape helps her now:
When she’s down somehow,
She plays it, and blooms like a rose.
A fellow who’d stepped on some toes
Tried super hard not to disclose
The steps that he took,
But he was on Facebook,
And so the whole world knows.
A fellow who’d stepped on some toes
Retorted, “How else you suppose
A loser like I
Can ever get by?
Grow up! This is life, and its prose."
A woman who'd stepped on some toes
Found it hard to maintain a cool pose,
When youngsters galore
Got a foot in the door,
Whereas she got veins varicose.
A woman who'd stepped on some toes
Found it hard to maintain a cool pose,
When youngsters galore
Got a foot in the door,
Whereas she got veins varicose.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
'Blessing'
I posted this on Poetic Bloomings earlier today.
'Blessing'
‘I’ll feel the distance if you move away,
Please, think again…again…again…again.’
Now when she’s having night, I’m having day,
And when she’s having snow, I’m having rain,
And I can never get to her by train…
With eyes too dry from holding back the tears
She watched me leave, wrapped in my doubts and fears,
And eased the burden of a looming choice
With words unsaid that help me through the years,
‘Amen to you, be happy, and rejoice.’
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
'Blessing'
‘I’ll feel the distance if you move away,
Please, think again…again…again…again.’
Now when she’s having night, I’m having day,
And when she’s having snow, I’m having rain,
And I can never get to her by train…
With eyes too dry from holding back the tears
She watched me leave, wrapped in my doubts and fears,
And eased the burden of a looming choice
With words unsaid that help me through the years,
‘Amen to you, be happy, and rejoice.’
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
'A Natural History of My Room'
In response to a prompt #86 from We Write Poems.
It’s
Really
Not a room,
An apartment,
But I will call it
A room in a sense of
Something that represents an
Indivisible living space.
It indeed witnessed a lot of life:
Four generations sharing the same roof!
Too crowded, too much into each other.
It has been years since I left that place.
I have a family. A big
House, my kids consider small.
My life is full, but I
Find myself in that
Apartment each
Time I dream
Of home.
Weird?
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Memory
My response to a visual prompt from We Write Poems.
City,
Old, gorgeous,
Distant, and near,
Forever in my soul,
Is that you? The rain
Is playing tricks on my eyes.
Please, let me see you once again,
Take me back if only for a moment,
Allow me to walk along your narrow cobblestone streets
Ghosts of the past keeping me company, smiling at
me.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Dreaming of a White Christmas...
My six words for today:
No white? Try good old bright!
And my six (!) words for any day:
Live for the Love of it!
Bright and Merry Christmas,
The Happy Amateur
No white? Try good old bright!
And my six (!) words for any day:
Live for the Love of it!
Bright and Merry Christmas,
The Happy Amateur
Sunday, December 25, 2011
"All Is Calm..."
Six Word Saturday (6WS)
"All is bright..."
I can write.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
"All is bright..."
I can write.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Christmas Day
Here's a new set of words from the Sunday Whirl:
heart decree afraid
heard haste manger
pondered shepherds tidings joy
angel peace
Afraid
no
more, the shepherds bid farewell
To Bethlehem, and making no haste,
They journey back, heart left behind,
Inside the manger.
Poor souls,
They pondered all
night long
The tidings
heard, the
Angel’s
joy at
Lord’s decree
Of peace,
Christ.
Have a beautiful Christmas Day!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Ode To Joy
The prompt comes from Carry On Tuesday, today it's the first line of 'When A Child Is Born.'
A ray of hope flickers in the sky -
A single star that brightens up the night,
Eternal love shines through its soothing light,
An ode to joy - a newborn baby's cry.
Merry Christmas!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
A ray of hope flickers in the sky.
A ray of hope flickers in the sky -
A single star that brightens up the night,
Eternal love shines through its soothing light,
An ode to joy - a newborn baby's cry.
Merry Christmas!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Friday, December 23, 2011
Haiku Happy
The haiku challenge came from The Purple Treehouse blog. The first two I wrote some time ago, the third one was born today.
'Change'
Cling not to past, for
Autumn lies in wait, with nights
Long, and mornings crisp.
'Perspective'
The storm is over.
The rainbow stands out brighter
Against the dark cloud.
'Light'
Our burdens - weightless
Hay, lifting us off the ground,
A hand of a child.
Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Peace to everyone!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Peace to everyone!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Thursday, December 22, 2011
More Limericks? Yes!
This is rapidly turning into a limerick blog... The 'box theme' is in response to a Wednesday prompt from Poetic Asides. Here I go:
'Boxed In'
A heavy weight champion Gox
Once tried to think out of the box:
He went, 'Peace and love...'
While unlacing his glove,
But a whack knocked him out of his socks.
A tiny and fragile Miss Ox
Has lived all her life in a box.
She let no one in,
And kept everything clean,
And she never did get chicken pox.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
'Boxed In'
A heavy weight champion Gox
Once tried to think out of the box:
He went, 'Peace and love...'
While unlacing his glove,
But a whack knocked him out of his socks.
A tiny and fragile Miss Ox
Has lived all her life in a box.
She let no one in,
And kept everything clean,
And she never did get chicken pox.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
It's Limerick Time...Again!
'Twists of Fate'
A woman was planning to back
A fellow who called himself Jack,
But (what a sly fox!)
When she peeped in the box,
He popped out, and gave her a smack!
A woman was planning to back
A hunter who launched an attack,
But no such luck:
She was hit by a duck
That fell from the sky with a 'quack!'
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
A woman was planning to back
A fellow who called himself Jack,
But (what a sly fox!)
When she peeped in the box,
He popped out, and gave her a smack!
A woman was planning to back
A hunter who launched an attack,
But no such luck:
She was hit by a duck
That fell from the sky with a 'quack!'
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
It's Limerick Time! 'On Loyalty'
On a quite different - limerick - note: this week's writing prompt from Mad Kane reads, 'a woman (a fellow) was planning to back...' Here's a couple of limericks from me under a common title.
A woman was planning to back
Her man who was clearly a wrack,
"For better, for worse...
But vows disperse...
Oh, well," and she went off to pack.
A fellow was planning to back
His gal who was clearly a wrack,
"For her I would die,"
He said with a sigh,
"Alas, she was bad in the sack."
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Monday, December 19, 2011
Fearless
This week's prompt from Carry on Tuesday is the opening line from Eric Clapton's 1974 hit 'Let it Grow.' Here's the line: Standing at the crossroads.
Here's my attempt. I hope you won't mind another etheree...
Standing at the crossroads of a new year,
Like a Russian fairy tale warrior,
Eager to choose any pathway,
I despise the stone warnings,
“Turn right…find happiness,
Turn left…lose your horse,
Go straight…perish…”
Watch me now -
Here I
Go.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Children
I wrote this poem a while ago around the same time of year. I want to share it with you. If you feel a bit (or quite a bit) frazzled right now, maybe have trouble sleeping - I know I do - I hope it'll help you relax a little. Enjoy the Season.
'Children'
The anxious mind
Breeds demons.
Leave your worries,
And walk upstairs.
Savor every step
That brings you close
To where the angels dwell.
They now rest,
Exhausted from the day,
With dreams caught up
In their tousled locks.
Small hours. Keep still,
Do not disturb
Their sleep.
Just stand and watch,
Amazed,
Until it hurts to see,
And every tiny line is taken in.
Then bow your head,
And ask for nothing more,
And share in the dawn of life to come.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Nostalgia
Here's my response to a writing prompt from Sunday Whirl. (The words in bold were supposed to be used in a poem.) I cannot get enough of etherees!
‘Nostalgia’
In my dream, a citizen of the world,
I fly, below me the Earth rotates,
Another year away from home,
Someone’s luck is my trouble,
United States - my land,
Stranger things happen.
The game is on,
“Go, purple!”
Do not
Lag.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Focus
Here’s my etheree response to a writing prompt from Poets United (The Thursday Think Tank #78.) The challenge was to write Off the Cuff.
Some fine day I will learn how to focus,
Without being distracted by odd
Superficial things - like a bug
That chose to wake in the cold,
And treading the white cloud
Of my windowsill,
Wonders if he’s
Alive or
Dead… Poor
Guy.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Black and White
Real people, not cardboard figures,
Working their black and white magic,
Living their imperfect lives,
Filled with overbearing loneliness,
Loving, and breathing, and dying,
Destroying themselves,
And rising from ashes.
Oh, the forgotten glory
Of watching a good movie.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Happy Hopper Days ('New York Movie')
She used to listen to music,
Responding with every pore,
Now all she hears is sounds
That speak to her no more.
The voice is distant, though near,
Someone, not her, is on stage.
She wasn’t meant to be here,
It’s not her time, not her age.
It’s somebody else’s theater,
It’s somebody else’s life.
She’s merely a spectator,
She’s somebody else’s wife.
This painting - 'New York Movie' by Hopper - is one of this week's writing prompts from Margo Roby (Wordgathering.)
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
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