Be very careful
When writing books by candle
Light, a fire could start!
Tag poetry
Ballet Dancing Photography
A bit low on Funny Stories
But needless to say
If ever one is taking photography
Of ballet dancers
Be they female or even male
And Ballet Dancer would be flying
Through the air
Ever so gracefully
Make sure, and check again
That there is no audience beneath the scene
Because it is REALLY Funny
To see a photograph
Of a Ballet Dancer
Flying over an unsuspecting
Someone’s head
Recorded for prosperity
And what it resembles!
Is Elegant Dancer
Leaping, flying through the air
Appearing as if he would be
Balancing on top of
Another man’s head
OH MY HAT!
STOP IT, THAT IS SO FUNNY!!!
Oh, dear readers, I don’t have
The photo to prove it
But it happened
Not to me
But to a close relative of mine!
Photography supplied by Ali McGill Photography
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/second-hand-stories/
Sweet Marigold!
I just wrote a book!
Well, I am editing my first
But now what do I have here?
Slipping through my fingers?
Flowing through my hands
In all of ten minutes
I have met Sweet Marigold
The hero of her very own tale
For little children so dear
For mum in question (that would be me)
Am always in trouble
For bedtime reading is not
My favorite thing to do
The words are too long
The sentences never end
Making me tired before I even start
That is no good!
For daughter already eight
And son nearly grown!
But babies are always being born
Growing into little children that
Would need stories to be read
And now we have Sweet Marigold!
She is so happy with bouncy curly hair
Seeing all the beauty around
All the flowers and petals and butterflies and bees
Gifts of nature keeping her company!
Coming soon!
After Passion Through Poetry!
It is written! We need drawings, they are in my head!
I, an artist, have never been
So will have to recruit one
To bring life to my Sweet Marigold!
We love Sweet Marigold!
Penguin
Night on Speed
Every night when I close my eyes
Exhausted at having stayed awake
Way past bedtime to write Daily Post
I only have to blink and I’m awake
Morning has arrived and sun greets anew
Where on earth did night escape to?
It rushed by like a train on steam
No patience for passengers
Especially none for ones like me
Who would take advantage
Of night’s midnight hours
To cram in minutes if I may
So please slow down
Dear Night I plead
Allow me to have my way with you
An extra hour or two
Would really, so deliciously
Make one very happy, productive me!
Descending to the Deep
Spiraling down and
Down and down again from right
Top to the deepest
Point











