Little Ballerina

This has been written for Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus.  Please visit her site...

I was only five when I started taking many different types of dance classes

Loving  them all I spent many years learning and practicing.

Every lesson,having a goal to meet, a little block inside new shoes.

After many years of learning the basics and the french names of each new step

My mother gave me  a box wrapped with a pink ribbon

"An involuntary gasp of shock escaped my lips when I opened the shoebox and saw the pointy-toed shoes..."

I think, this was the happiest moment in my life

Wysteria

Feel Lucky Punk??

Okay.. I usually don't add something from You Tube.  However, I'm a fan of this band and the remake -"Bad Company"   Thought I would share


Wysteria   -  Bad Company, until the day I die....:)

Who is that in the Manger?

Please note-  I did not take this picture and don't know who did. It came in an email from a friend and I thought I would share it with all of you. However, it is my poem..)

It was a bitter cold night

And, no one was in sight
I'm just another stray,
tired of running away

I sniffed around the manger

There was no danger

Hungry and cold

against a baby I mold

Three men watched over me

They would do no harm, I could see

The baby held me in his arms, on a blanket of straw
I could hear a hush from those who saw

A simple bed that someone made,
Hunger and cold, seemed to fade

Please, if you find a stray during this cold

Give him a warm place to sleep, and your arms to hold

Wysteria

J- is for January Junk

It's that time of year again.

When the Holidays are over

And, January is Junk month for me

Bag the old stuff, box it, and I will be clutter free

Now that I am older, I find I can throw things away

However, just as I get rid of it, I need it.

Off to the thrift store I head

To rummage and riffle until I am dead

So, as you can see

January is get rid of Junk month

Only to make room for more

This January as I box the old, there will be new bargains I can't ignore!

Wysteria

Picture Prompt - One Shoot Sunday

Passion

When does it start and when does it end?
Longing for the feel of lips brushing against my skin
Heated moist breath, making me shiver
Secretly, I dream for another kiss like that.

What happens after you have grown apart
and live together for convenience?
A part of you is tucked away in a heart shaped box
Wounded and ignoring your wants and desires

Not a victim, only a victim of circumstances
No money, nowhere  to go , no insurance
These things have somehow grown to out weigh passion
It seems, there is not enough room for all of them

We make choices, sacrifices, and follow paths
Happy, or unhappy we choose our destiny
Of all the things, I have given up
Passion and breathless kisses, I miss the most


Wysteria

Snow and the Elderly

Magpie Tales

I found myself a prisoner in my own home
Looking out the window it seemed so serene
Too weak to shovel, the snow only piled upon my walk
There was little to eat, I could not go to the store

Too proud to ask for help, I peered across the street at my neighbor
He had a snow-blower and was cleaning his driveway
How I wished, he would do mine
Soon, he put the machine away in his garage and closed the door.

The snow continued to fall, each snowflake finding it's destination
Another day and night of snow, would hold me hostage
Feeling a tear sting my eye, I wondered why
People don't think of the elderly, trapped, maybe in need

Have we lost all compassion, or just don't have the time?
Perhaps, we don't want to get involved
This is not me, but, millions of elderly
Take a moment, and don't forget them

Wysteria

Word Prompt - We Write Poems - Love

http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/11/30/bless-the-words-4-thursday-poets-rally-week-34/

Thursday Poets Rally




After loving all your friends and family

is there enough room

for thousands more?

Our hearts are small, but there is  vacancy

This time of the year, we sometimes forget

There are homeless,

Victims of 911

Men and women, fighting for our freedom

During this season, there are people losing homes

No Christmas Tree's 

No Presents for  children

Sometimes, there is no food

Our Country needs people 

To find love in their hearts

For the helpless, homeless, and depressed

Do you have  room to love them?

If you give something

Money, a coat, a meal

Don't think how good it made you feel

Think, you have given someone a piece of your heart

You have enough love, for millions

Different it may be

Let's not forget the elderly, the abused, animals that are beaten and starved

Let's go back to the basic we were taught

Love your neighbor

Perhaps, it will be you in their situation someday

We never know our future

If you do something kind with love, you teach your children what love really means

Wysteria