Thursday, December 30, 2010

SING/ 2011


Start by singing an elegy
to what's slipping away.
Single out the tune you like,
place the downbeat on reset.
The new minute will become a year,
stretching blindly as usual.

I look over my shoulder,
the past is diving for my ankles,
wanting me to return.
Back, come back.

I'll run, not walk,
to the luminosity
that shines
on the quixotic path ahead.

Remember the world of yesterday,
a facade that needs a nip and tuck
just to seem presentable.

Don't wrap yourself
in a threadbare mantle
of the past.
Don't lie down with scamps just yet.

Veer off the path
that looks so right,
but is so last year.

                                    Year of the Rabbit

May you have the year you've been waiting for!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt #46

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Is an embrace with
a leather glove the same as
a bare hand caress?


Baby lambskin glove
hides the hand that commits a
perfect bloody crime.

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Many thanks to Willow/ Magpie Tales, for all the terrific prompts this year..much fun was had by all!!  Happy New Year to the whole Bloggy Universe!!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

RSVP/ Poetry Potluck #16

I WELCOME Poetry Potluck #16. THIS WEEK we are tempted to write about CELEBRATIONS!!  FESTIVITIES!!  And why not...'tis the season...


An unexpected promise of revelry
is slipped under the door,
an elegant card handwritten
with time and place to attend.

Any invitation to celebrate
is welcomed as I stir
within the winter solstice,

when icy ribbons
tie up the horizon
from the edge of December,
till the beckoning of spring.

Here's my grateful RSVP:

Thanks for one more party,
to gather at the hearth,
to hold close a friend and sip a toddy,
help drive old winter away.

Since carousing is indicated,
I'll be dressed to kill.

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Thursday, December 23, 2010



I like that I have to bend down
on my knees
to see Christmas
in a ten inch tableau.

In my white garden
beside the frozen pond,
a soundless manger
is filled with straw,
and curious figures huddle
in from the snow.

Eyes stay fixed
upon a radiant babe,
passing a secret to his mother.

A wishing star
spins across the sky,
leading kings
to slip past their kingdoms,

because a rumor told them
to come sing
a song
whose words
come from within.

Wishing the best to all my friends...Merry Christmas...Happy Holidays...May your days be blessed!

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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

S'Mores Martini...

I DON'T WANT TO PROJECT an image of myself as someone who always has a cocktail at hand.  Not that there's anything wrong with that!  I'm sort of attracted to many ideas without actually partaking of them.  But I would like at least a sip of this holiday fantasy, just to quench my curiosity.  This could be dessert, a child's favorite brought forward to adult desires.  Call it what you wish...drink it when you wish...Happy Holidays!!


1 oz. chocolate vodka
1 oz. Baily's Irish Cream
1 oz. chocolate liquor
1 oz. Cream de Cacao
1 oz. vanilla vodka
2 oz. heavy cream
Toasted marshmallows, graham crackers (crushed), chocolate syrup, bamboo Martini skewers.

Dip the rim of glasses into the chocolate syrup, then into the crushed crackers. Chill glasses in freezer.
Pour all remaining ingredients, except marshmallows, into a Martini shaker filled with ice, and shake until well blended.  Pour into really nice glasses.  Skewer the toasted marshmallows on the bamboo skewers, place across the rim and serve..for about 2 servings.
Thanks and a toast to The Martini Diva.

NOW IF YOU just don't want to fuss around, let's cut to the chase and before you can say cheers, you can whip up this little item:


2 oz. chocolate liquor
1 1/2 oz. vodka
1/2 oz. grated chocolate

Shake to mix all, except grated chocolate.  
Strain into chilled Martini glass..garnish with grated chocolate.  Serves 1.

No fuss, no muss!  Happy, Merry!!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

MAGICAL THINKING/ Poetry Potluck #15

This week's Poetry Potluck #15 is based on Reflections, Interpretations, and Musings.  Perfect for the end of the year...I put all three into a bowl and came up with...


I want magic to be actual,
the rabbit to be bona fide,
not a velvet glove with furry ears,
when the magician says voila!

I know that martyrs such as I
must be pierced by arrows
before we become saints.
I only ask for a helping hand
to get up to cloud nine.

I want St. Jude
to count the days
of my novena with me,

not shilly-shally around,
but grant my prayer
as soon as he knows
that I need to be saved.

I myself will not take
the job of sainthood lightly.

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt #45

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First to hear my plea.
First to touch the Blessed Babe.
Mary, light my days.

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Thank you Willow, for this lovely Prompt...looking forward to reading all the other writers!!

One and all...the best Holiday season!!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Mr. Duality...


Every cat is a doppelganger.
The one he is on my lap,
the fierce one he dreams himself to be.

While jumping off the table
he arises from the jungle.
When landing on the floor
he's a ball of fur
waiting to be petted.

Mr. Duality slips
towards the water bowl.
He sees a gazelle sipping
at the edge of a muddy pond,
inhales the poor souls fear
beneath his grasping paw.

But the judgment in his claws
tears my indigo scarf
into wispy shreds,instead.

In his eyes
I see the twin running away.

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Sunday, December 12, 2010

DANCER/ Poetry Potluck #14

THIS WEEK, Poetry Potluck #14, offers the opportunity to indulge in Hobbies!  Passions!  Pastimes!  Entertainment!  Where do I fit in??  A bit of this and a bit of that....


Show me
to a table,
don't pull
out the chair,
take the whiskey
glasses off,
and yank
the cloth aside.

Let me
take your hand
for a
boost up,
as I step upon
your knee,
see how
and refined
I am,
like the swan
in a
famous ballet.

I take flight,
I come to rest,
my crimson shoe
to burn
a hole
on the spot.

the spotlight
here, boy,
don't miss
my modus operandi,
as I seize
a point in time
to do
my legendary dance.

Jazzy tap,
satin tango,
bring me
a sloe gin
to sate this drought

Toss a coin
if you wish
if you want
the show
to go on.

I'm the one
who dresses
in neon.
the world,
on tables.

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Friday, December 10, 2010

Milk Punch...

NO EGGS..this is not eggnog...this is MILK PUNCH.  An old fashioned drink, tastes like a yummy custard..sip, don't gulp.  During the holidays, good at teatime, or cocktails, or to the fireplace..or the pool.  Pretty glasses, please!!  Pass the cookies, please...more, please!  Where's the milk?  I just milk....


8 cups of fat-free vanilla ice cream
3/4 cup bourbon or brandy
4 tsps. vanilla extract
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. grated nutmeg
ice cubes 
4 tsps. grated bittersweet chocolate

Combine first 5 ingredients in a blender+ 3 or 4 ice cubes.  Blend until ice is completely mixed with ingredients.  Pour immediately into attractive glasses or cups.  Sprinkle chocolate on top.  Yield: 12 servings.

                         Good to sip while trimming the tree!!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt #44

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It looked like a hill to me,
a cement sidewalk slanting down to Lydig.
In the summertime I skated
beside the apartment buildings,
starting atop Brady Av,
speeding along Wallace,
passing my building on the corner,
and stopping to unbuckle my skates
for an ice cream when I reached Good Humor.

The metal wheels came to a stop
when I fell or bumped into one of the old ladies
folding her wooden chair,
even sometimes my very own grandmother,
chair in hand yelling, you're going to kill yourself,
who goes so fast, are you crazy?
All in English and Russian and
what was she talking about?

But when the snow piled on the sidewalk,
just around THE HOLIDAYS!!
I pulled my sled out of the creepy storage bin
in the basement of my building,
heard a noise that sounded
like my heart beat
in that pile of Mama's junk.

I grabbed the wooden sled,
caught a splinter right away,
sucked the blood and spit it out,
pulled my Flyer into snowy daylight,
to the top of the hill, my winter paradise,
and away I went, no old ladies in my way,
all sitting at their windows
sipping a glass of hot tea.

maybe dreaming of a sleigh ride
that took them to streets paved with gold,

the way I am today,
and never coming back
once I hit the first star.

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Thanks, once again, Willow, for lighting my fire!!  Poetry lives!!  Magpie, forever!!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

ORIGAMI...Poetry Potluck #13

I welcome the opportunity to write a poem for Poetry Potluck #13  at Jingle Poetry.  This week we are offered the subject of Dreams, Visions, and Reveries.  Somehow, for me, they all melt into one....


I am paper in the dream,
white and flat,
hoping for some fancy calligraphy
to be inscribed
as I hold my breath.

I'm ready for some
ornamental letters
to dance across my face
till I am sated,
by a saintly hand
or Shakespeare.

Instead, origami folds me
into a bird.

A bright spark
points me
towards a hole in the sky,
whispers the message:

Wrap your wings
around your soul.


                  Dedicated to the memory of Sri Daya Mata/ Self-Realization Fellowship.

                                          January 31, 1914- November 30, 2010


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Friday, December 3, 2010

A Bit Of Chocolate....

This is a test...I'm here to place temptation in front of you.  You don't have to follow through.  You can just read the recipe and move on...or.  It's up to you.  Give up something else, you won't be sorry.   Easiest pie don't even have to make a crust.  What??  And you still hesitate?   Enjoy!


3/4  cup butter/or margarine
3 (1 oz.) unsweetened chocolate squares
3 eggs
1 1/2  cups sugar
3/4  cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. vanilla extract
3/4 cup chopped pecans, toasted and divided
Toppings:  vanilla ice cream, chocolate fudge sauce, pecans

Cook butter and chocolate in a small saucepan over low heat, stirring often until melted.

Beat eggs at medium speed with mixer for 5 minutes.  Gradually add sugar, beating until blended.  Gradually add chocolate mixture, flour, and vanilla, beat until blended.  Stir in 1/2 cup pecans.

Pour mixture into a lightly greased 9 inch pieplate.

Bake at 350 deg. for 35 to 40 minutes or until center is firm.  If you wish, top each serving with vanilla ice cream, chocolate fudge sauce, sprinkle with remaining chopped pecans.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt #43

                                           photo/ willow/ Magpie Tales


Where are her footsteps?
She just glides over and shrieks
whenever it snows.

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Thanks, Magpie Tales!!


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