What does this picture hold for you ?
What Kind of Meal Is That?
Is a chicken in a silly hat
happier than a chicken in a pot
with yucky celery and a stinky carrot?
Let’s pretend she is a Zombi Chicken Gal
She can become our new pal.
It’s plain you see we made her smile
As she dances on the stove
In her hat of purple onions and a garlic clove.
How about we invite her friend from school
The Goat Fish Ghoul?
To make sure there is enough to serve
We’ll mix up some gruel with a Ghost Cat herb
and add, of course, crunchy wing of Vampire Bat.
What kind of meal is that?
Carol Carlisle 4/22/14
Did I leave any creature out?
Please feel free to add your own.
Oh no, I just remembered Godzilla
He Rhymes with???
NaPoWriMo: Today, I challenge you to write a poem for children. I took my cue from Shel Silverstein who knew that children liked anything silly and yucky, the yuckier the better. This was designed to make even the grumpiest grown-up let down their chin and grin 😀
True Lies about the Moomish
When You Visit the Moomish
Don’t step on the Mooms
They’re all squishy and slippery
They’ll stick on shoes
They’ll turn to blue goo
It smells like fresh poo
Then you must hide in the house
But you don’t have to grouse
At least you are not out
Where everything smells all Moomish
All the Mooms of Moomishtan Land belong to the Queen
Because of their eyes most sparkling and green
When they all blink it is quite a grand scene!
Don’t fooled the Mooms they taste like prime ribs
Which goes quite well with a french fries
But all who eat Moom pie
Just fall down and die.
So remember all the good that you may hear
about things most Moomish: Beware
they are shockingly filled with big fat green-eyed lies and a fibs.
I misspelled Moon in the yesterday’s post so it reads Prisoner’s Poem: No Moom! Since then around my house it has become fun playing with who or what Moom might be. So low-and-behold today’s prompt was to write a poem that each line was a lie so I went to town riffing on Moom and all things Moomish. NaPoWriMo This prompt is from Daisy Fried, and the basic idea is to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.
Sometimes You get What You Need
Shopping at the big box store
buying trinkets and bobbles
deodorant and electronics
I wonder is this any way to avail myself
of the season’s promised transcendence
when the friend at my elbow
says “hurry we have to catch the sunset.”
Caught in traffic and one-way streets we
drive around looking for unobstructed views.
Stopping traffic on a side streets I hand her my phone
to capture the fire before it goes out.
Unsure of our success we drive on
past no trespassing signs, on unmarked pavement
until we reach the place between earth and sky
the expanse of the bay opened before us and
we are captured by the flame of grace.
Carol Carlisle 12/18/13
What would you go off the beaten path to find? Also, if you are so moved feel free caption these clouds like we use to.
Who Is The Green Man?
Spirit of all things green and growing
Spirit of all things wild
Spirit of all things un-mowed, un-chopped
Spirit of grass in the cracks of the sidewalk and
moss on the shower door
Spirit of the untamable
Spirit of the wind fall tree in your path
Spirit that challenges the sad and timid spirit
Choose to surrender or
Embrace him, call him brother, lover
Dare to dance with him on the longest night of the year!
Dare to become the Green Man!
Carol Carlisle 12/11/13
Are you up to the challenge? Have you encountered him along your journey?
Just one reading of many about the Green Man The Green Man
Perspective is the word of the day. It is all about how you look at things. The flu got the better of me last week and I ended up in the hospital. Fortunately I had my iPhone and a window with a view, so I pretended I was in a spa-until “they” started poking me with needles and giving me bad food. “They” insisted I get up and walk so I took pictures as I wondered around when friends and family came to visit. Here are a few: (Notice how here are no smiling group shots)
Now that I’m home and on the mend, I really appreciate the little things around me like:
What would help you keep your perspective if were far from anything like home?
What would help you feel at home when you return? Or
When have you felt far from home…homeless even?
Over the river and through the woods, what colors do you see?
Black and white leaves so much to the imagination.
The fall colors can be as bright and varied
as your mind’s eye allows.
The log bridge can take you where you need to go,
Step into a poem of November’s wondering,
Let it create you anew. Sage grows nearby
and turkeys call from ’round the bends.