Hush---- Posted for One Shot Wed

Alphabet Thursday

Different sounds echo in my chamber

A veil to hide the look behind my eyes

Winter solstice peaceful and comfortable

Yet, a feeling of the unknown lurks at my backdoor

It must open, yet, I hesitate

Unwilling to let go of things I could cope with

Not wanting to know what the future will unleash

Hush, here it comes without a sound

New beginnings, endings, gains and losses.

Fears and joys, old and the new

Challenges, triumphs

Promises kept, promises broken

Only good intentions

A baptism of new dreams and hopes for all

Wysteria

Dear Santa - Carry On Tuesday

Dear Santa,

For as long as I can remember, I have been a good girl.

I know, it is expected to be a good boy or girl throughout the year.

However, after many years of reflection, I have been too good.

This behavior did not bring me more or less of anything.

Now that I am older and toys (childrens) are no longer an option

I find myself longing to be the bad girl, I have deep down inside always wanted to be

It is probably too late for this Christmas, but I am trying to prepare you for next year

I want to be a dirty little girl, naughty, insatiable and a sexy being. Please don't leave me frilly things.

Leather would be nice

If, it isn't too much to ask, I might need someone to go with all these desires.

The one I have, doesn't seem to be interested in naughty things

So, dear Santa... I will keep you posted this year

Please keep in mind, I am tired of the good girl and want to bring out the bad girl in the New Year

Oh and Santa... you look extremely sexy in Red and White

Wysteria

Funny Christmas Gifts Written for One Stop Poetry

Well, it does have an H in it.  Could it be for Holiday?

Many years ago when my siblings and myself were in our teens our family started a tradition on Christmas Eve.  If someone had an ailment, a funny thing happen to them, or what ever we could think of, we bought funny gifts.   This tradition soon took over and what we looked forward to every year.

Honestly, we ended spending more money on funny gifts than the  traditional ones, but oh, how we laughed through the night.

No one was safe, parents included.  Thus the picture of the Preparation H.  One year my mother battled with this problem and everyone heard about it.  So!  For Christmas she got tons of tubes.  However, we learned the real truth.  Somewhere she read it took swelling and bags under the eyes away. She was actually thrilled to get the tubes!

I was young and cruised nightly at the local "Manners"  that year for Christmas I got flashlights, a manners hat and menu and a special red light for the top of my car with a sign that said "Manners Patrol"  all homemade of course.

My Italian Father was 'somewhat' of a gambler.  We went to the local Horse races and got him all kinds of racing programs and books on betting tips.

We made chick magnets for my brothers, bought zit cream and so many to list I can't even recall all of them.

These Christmas's I remember the most.  The laughter, sometimes the defensive shock and then laughter.  It took us hours to open presents and it brought our memories together.  Each Christmas to this day, we talk about those and laugh.   How easy it is to make a tradition, especially one to bring family's together in only a way they can understand


Wysteria

Arrow Shot One Shoot Sunday

Wishful

Exhaling, you leave me

Your presence only felt

Inhaling, your spirit enters

Lifting me to heaven, with you

Wysteria

To all of my readers who like me or don't..lol

I will be out of order for a day or so...  Going in for surgery.  


Maybe it will give me something to write about, happily of course!!!!!


Wysteria

And, So this is Christmas - John Lennon

In the words of John Lennon...


"So, this is Christmas what have you done"?

Have you given of yourself this year?

Have you made a difference?

"So, this is Christmas and what have we done"?

Fed the poor? Saved an animal?  Gave children our time? Loved and cherished our parents time with us?

I can ask so many questions, but I believe you know them all

Wysteria

Written for One Stop Poetry - Sunday Shoot

The blue sky blends into the background of straw colored mountains

Flicks of white snow struggle against melting on the slopes

It is extremely desolate

Beautiful and yet an urgency not to be alone on the road

Praying the vehicle makes every winding turn

And yet, the beauty of it all, mesmerizing

It is so peaceful, and sings me a lullaby in silence

Driving toward the azure sky, as it nestles into a crook and valley

My goal to stay awake and enjoy natures beauty

It would be a shame to slip down a slope

Though the scenery is hypnotizing me

Never to tell anyone of the beauty I have witnessed

Wysteria