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Dedicated to Mom

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Dedicated to Mom

A silent tear

slid down my cheek

As I paged through memories

bitter and sweet

 

Not many years have gone

by

Yet, remembering

still inspires me to cry

 

Back then, I was safe

Secure

enfolded in arms

that helped me mature

 

The bitter, violent world

held at bay

while, I grew

learned how to make my way

 

Although,

I resisted

Rules were insisted

Your firm, guiding hand

Stood its righteous stand

I took

Selfishly

You gave

Faithfully

 

I turned the wrong way

You

a strong tower

led me right

 

When I was critical

drawn away

You, built self-esteem

Inspired flight

 

Never did you

humiliate, put me aside

You let bygones be by

 

You –

Molded; morals, self-respect

Personality

Me

 

I hope Mom

You are proud

For I am proud

To be you

Creation

 ________________________________________

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Born on Halloween

I was born on Halloween

when witches pay their due.

Everyone thinks I’m so mean,

but what am I to do?

 

My mother named me Hazel,

and makes me ride a broom.

She feeds me brew with basil,

and locks me in my room.

 

My nose is long and crooked.

My pet cat, Boo is black.

They say that I am wicked.

What is it that I lack?

 

My friends, they all are goblins,

and my father is a ghost.

My sister loves grave robbing,

and my brother loves brain toast.

 

I wish there was a potion,

to end this evil curse.

For I don’t have a notion,

and my life is getting worse.

 

So here’s a word of warning

to every child around.

If you were born on Halloween morning,

You best get out-of-town!   

 

In honor of Halloween and my birthday, I thought I would share this poem I wrote as a teen.  There are good and bad things about being born on Halloween.

Good:  You always get to go Trick or Treating.

Bad: You always get to go Trick or Treating.

Good: No one ever forgets your birthday.

Bad: It is hard to go out to dinner when you have to be home to answer the door and give out candy.

Good: Chinese Take-out.

There are some days when I am a good witch and some when I am bad.

Happy Halloween!  Boo!

 

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Pool Done Broke Blues

It figures!

The last warm days of the year.

I’m thinking

One more chance for a clear

Day in the pool.

 

I slaved!

All week to get the water right.

Ran the filter

Every single night.

Stupid mechanical pump.

 

It’s broke!

The noise it made gave me the chills.

It was hot.

And not with passionate thrills

Darn, Darn, Darn

 

It’s sad!

What will I do with my time.

Labor Day Weekend.

The water will turn to slime.

I have to close it up.

 

Goodbye!

Got me through the hottest summer.

Swimming made me happy.

Our parting is a real bummer.

Until next year…

 

 

 

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A Rondel : A Wedding of Two Souls

Taken by: Mila Zinkova (original source)

On an autumn morning, with bright-colored cheeks,

She walks down the aisle of her life.

Her future stands at his side as his wife.

The circle of life begins as the priest speaks.

 

As her veil  lifted by hands that she knows,

The familiar flutter in her heart beats fast.

The gentle blue eyes of her husband slows,

As words of enduring love is asked.

 

Joyful music of celebration swirls around.

The dance of binding sways.

Molding two into one in a blaze.

The couple begins their life together bound.

Until their death and they are in the ground.

 

20 Lines or Less posted the challenge of writing a Rondel Poem, and I thought I would give it a try.  I used the theme of a wedding because that is what is currently on my mind. My son is getting married in October and the wedding preparations are being made as I write.  Only a few more weeks to go and there will be a wedding of two souls.

 

Rondel

A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows:

ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

 

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TRAIN – Shades of Seuss Challenge

Railroad Station photo taken by J. Nowinski

When he was a little boy,

My husband thought it would be a joy.

To sit on the train and watch the sights,

He could hear the whistle and see the blinking lights.

He rides the train every day.

He works and then he gets his pay.

Winter, spring, summer, and fall.

He takes the train to the mall.

The conductor punches his ticket.

The punch sounds like a cricket.

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack goes the wheels.

The commuter train serves no meals.

The people sit and then they stand.

At their stop, they all disband.

His train pulls into Union Station.

It is one of the busiest in the nation.

Work, work, work, all day long,

When it is over he joins the throng

Back to the train is where they head,

They go towards home and to their beds.

My husband enjoys riding the train.

Personally, I think he is insane.

 

Railroad Sign photo taken by J. Nowinski

****If you would like to participate in the “Shades of Seuss Challenge” please check out  20 lines or less and post a poem. Better yet, join 20 lines or less and post your poems, prose, and photographs, daily.

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20 Lines or Less/ A Weekly Challenge/ Dreams/ Poem/“JOY” In the Afternoon

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“JOY” In the Afternoon

It was an afternoon nap.

I was so tired

Quickly, I was under.

It was snowing and the world was white.

The sun was bright in the crystallized sky.

Then,

A flash of red from the side-

A little bundle only a few feet high.

I watched in wonder

I smiled in awe.

Then, the little boy hit me…

With a snowball.

I laughed and asked his name.

He said it was something that started with a “J”.

Who are you? I asked again

He replied, “I am your JOY.”

My eyes flashed open and the dream was gone.

I was left with the feeling that “J”

Would be my future grandson.

Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.

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Dedicated to Mom

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Dedicated to Mom

A silent tear

slid down my cheek

As I paged through memories

bitter and sweet

 

Not many years have gone

by

Yet, remembering

still inspires me to cry

 

Back then, I was safe

Secure

enfolded in arms

that helped me mature

 

The bitter, violent world

held at bay

while, I grew

learned how to make my way

 

Although,

I resisted

Rules were insisted

Your firm, guiding hand

Stood its righteous stand

I took

Selfishly

You gave

Faithfully

 

I turned the wrong way

You

a strong tower

led me right

 

When I was critical

drawn away

You, built self-esteem

Inspired flight

 

Never did you

humiliate, put me aside

You let bygones be by

 

You –

Molded; morals, self-respect

Personality

Me

 

I hope Mom

You are proud

For I am proud

To be you

Creation

 ________________________________________

Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
 
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
 
 
 
 
 
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