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...


MAGICAL THINKING

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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MAGPIE/ Prompt #45

                                              photo/ willow/ magpie tales


FIRST

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!!


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Mr. Duality...

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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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....

DANCER

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

nimble
and refined

I am,

like the swan

in a

famous ballet.

I take flight,

I come to rest,

my crimson shoe

ready
to burn

a hole

on the spot.

Shine

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,

please

bring me

a sloe gin

fizz,

to sate this drought

within.

Toss a coin

if you wish

if you want

the show

to go on.

I'm the one

who dresses

in neon.

Travels

the world,

dances

on tables.

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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 later....next to the fireplace..or the pool.  Pretty glasses, please!!  Pass the cookies, please...more, please!  Where's the milk?  I just noticed...no milk....


MILK PUNCH

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!!

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MAGPIE/ Prompt #44

                                        photo/ willow/ Magpie Tales #44


SLEIGH RIDE

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!!


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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....


ORIGAMI

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.

Ascend.


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

                                          January 31, 1914- November 30, 2010

                                                               


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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 ever...you don't even have to make a crust.  What??  And you still hesitate?   Enjoy!


FUDGE PIE

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.

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MAGPIE/ Prompt #43

                                           photo/ willow/ Magpie Tales


RETURN....

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


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Thanks, Willow...at Magpie Tales!!


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RED BEES...

A young lady has been raising bees in Red Hook, Brooklyn.  Keep that word, Red, in mind. 

Since May, her bees have been returning to their hives looking quite different, with odd stripes of color where a mellow touch of amber usually showed through the membrane of their stomachs.  What always was a honey color, suddenly became a brazen red.  The honeycombs were also strangely red. 

It was thought at first that the bees were hanging around some sumac, or an odd tree or two.  But then a friend suggested (being funny) that maybe the bees were lounging around Dell's Maraschino Cherries Company over on Dikeman Street, in Red Hook, Brooklyn.

It seemed impossible to believe that the bees would travel a good distance, bypassing mother nature, to fill up on junk food.  Hmm, sounds a bit familiar.  We humans seem to favor overlooking the natural for artificial anything!
But bees, too?  What's the buzz here?

An apiculturist found, through samples taken from the bees, that Red Dye # 40, was the same dye used in the maraschino cherries.  And some folks came forth with the news that lots and lots of bees were hanging around Dell's.

It seems that bees will dip into any sweet liquid in their flight path.  It's thought that the bees were slurping up the runoff at the factory.  The question became if the bees would abandon the bright red, abundant sweetness, for some natural nectar.  Perhaps putting a screen around the cherry factory might help to prevent the foragers from hanging around, which is proving to be a huge nuisance! 

It remains to be seen if the best real nectar can be a match for this hot tamale red, excessively sweet, artificially enhanced treat.  Because the yield from this last summer did indeed produce a honey, bright red, that was sort of metallic, and too sweet.  The upside is, that in the evening, the bees glowed a lovely crimson.


Original source: New York Times, 11/30/10


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