HAPPY 2012...

                                                           Fawlty Towers


START WITH FRIENDS, be with friends.  Full speed ahead to 2012!  Wishing you clarity...may you bend to a gentle wind.

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all the incredible talent out there!!  Thanks for a wonderful ride....


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #97

                                                              Photo/ Bert Stern
  

TODAY WE CAN SALUTE MARILYN.....an invitation from Tess at Magpie Tales. 


BUTTERFLY

Hey Joe, it's what I do,
I turn the infra-red on
across the universe.
Even interstellar dust
can't obscure my game.

Did you want me
to round the bases with you,
when restless hands
keep reaching for
my effervescence of desire?

What book did you have to open
to find me?
I don't live in words,
but in the space
between your eyes and mine,
a cocoon on my way
to metamorphosis.

See me flying by,
a chrysalis,
exuvium crumbling,
A Monarch butterfly.


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Season's Greetings

LET IT SNOW, let it snow, let it snow.....then drop in for some chestnuts roasting ...how nice it would be if we were all next door!

        
         Let me have a child's Christmas,
         one more time.
         Let me see 
         the star that shines
         a blessing on this world.

         Most of all,
         let the circle of loving faces
         smile at me again.

         My wish is the same as yesterday's.
         Peace and hope for all.

  Merry Christmas..Happy Holidays! 

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MAGPIE/ Prompt # 96

                                                Image/ Lee Friedlander/ 1966


A NICE LITTLE MYSTERY this week from Magpie Tales, thank you, Tess...


IDENTITY CRISIS

You think you're incognito,
but I'd know you anywhere.
Not fooled at all
by that Lugosi cloak,

and midnight greige
does not become you,
but better button it anyway,
to heat up the morning chill.

I like you more in green,
eyes matching sea glass
washed ashore,
not shielded by dark specs,
like some ersatz celebrity.

You still favor
that fringe of Medusa hair,
and as always flash
a gargoyle smile
for the paparazzi rush.

Let's not forget the shadow
that follows wherever you go,
of the Buddha,
humming a celestial Ohm.

I'd know you anywhere.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #95

                                                      Image/ Mostafa Habibi

THIS WEEK'S Magpie Tales....thanks, Tess Kincaid.



QUICKSAND

Forever and a day you were right,
yet there you stand in quicksand
believing that the sucking sound
will lift you up to the second floor.

I hold the lifesaver,
a sweet candy
on the tip of my tongue,
bright red, a sugared cherry

the color of a heady summer's bloom.

I recall when you were
my redeemer,
knew the answers,

but you painted everything grey.

The years are an ocean,
lapping against the shore,
rising to flood your intentions.

It took so long for me
to gather my fragments
and shape them into a fortress.

You are
the medicine years,
a drug ground down
to swallow with water.
Now you sink
as a grain of sand,
part of the fate of hermit crabs.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #94

                                                Lunch/ George Tooker/ 1964


AN INSPIRATION for this week's Magpie Tales from Tess Kincaid.


SAY SOMETHING

Looking for a cuppa Joe,
I came across a resistant morning.
The gush of the weather
drove me indoors.

Neon flashed: EATS.

I made myself diaphanous,
the better to pick and choose
floating wisdom.
My sixth sense tingled
from sundry communiques.
Under my breath I commanded,

chew that last crumb,
brush a bitten lip,
wonder about tonight's
Blue Plate Special.

Are you lonely today?
Say something to me.
The coffee's cold,
no time for a refill.

The weather has changed,
look out the window.
You don't even know.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #93

Photo/ Christine Donnier-Valentin

 

THIS PHOTO is presented to us by Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales, for Prompt #93....Let's see what we can make of it!

 

MINIMALISM

Looking for the new,

perhaps I could acquaint myself

with a blue sun,

a different law of karma,

isolate myself from the path,

float above the road,

lead a minimalist life.

There is a futility to wandering.

I blink at the impermanence

of an unmarked room,

the couch holding a lonely ghost

from the night before.

I dream of the silkiness

of an easy awakening,

no longer running from the cold,

going back to Alpha,

waiting for the morning breeze.

 

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MAGPIE/ Prompt #92

                     Photo of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward/ Courtesy Tess Kincaid


LOOKS LIKE FUN TO ME...A good idea from Tess at Magpie Tales !


TWISTER!

Just in time for Xmas giving...Do what glamorous Paul and Joanne do!!  Start with a kiss under the mistletoe, flirty fun to sweep you away! 
( Make sure the kiddies are snuggled in bed!!)

Then put your right hip here, slide your left hip there...watch where you lay that knee!

Pucker up your luscious lips, place your hands behind your back, and turn yourself around...

That's how you do the Kama Sutra Twist!!

Early orders receive life-like mistletoe to get the game started!!  Instructions included!


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POETRY JAM/ Picnic

PHOTOGRAPH OF FLORENCE THOMPSON with three of her children by Dorthea Lange, 1936.  Reproduced from The Commons on Flickr with use restricted to personal, educational or research purposes.  Linked to Poetry Jam.


PICNIC

We'll picnic on the barren ground.
I have some bread, but
no sweet tonic
for your parched throat.

Angel at my side,
put the empty basket down,
here's the babe,

set her within.
Hello God,
here's another sacrifice.

Clouds of sand,
a sting to the eyes.

Let's find a tree
to guard us
from the regal sun.

The air dry as a bone,
twigs to play with,
nibbled clean by crunching ants.

Destiny runs its course,
surely means to bring fairness,
goodness to this day.


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A Child of Winter

                                        Jamie Pierre

                               MATTHEW JAMISON PIERRE

                               February 22, 1973-  November 13, 2011


BEYOND BRAVE, beyond daring, Jamie Pierre was a professional free-skier.  In 2006 he skied off a 255 foot cliff at Grand Targhee, Wyo. , plummeted head first, without a helmet, into the deep powder.   He skied away with a cut lip from being struck by a shovel as his partners dug him out of the 12 foot hole.

On Sunday, November 13, 2011, on a more routine trip to Snowbird in Utah, an avalanche carried him over 800 feet over rocky terrain.  He was partly buried and died of trauma.  Jamie Pierre was 38 years old.

                        Chris Figenshau

Go to YouTube to view the World Record Ski Jump.  He also made appearances in Warren Miller films: Playground, and Children of Winter.  Also, on the Ski Channel, "The Story of Jamie Pierre".

He had many concussions over the years but refused to wear a helmet.  "If somethings so dangerous it requires a helmet", he said, "then maybe I shouldn't be doing it".

Fearless one....RIP.

 

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