Monday, December 31, 2007

if i had a dollar for every time i played this on the jukebox
downtown back when i was 17 i'd have a hefty wad o' cash now!

enjoy it with me, just

crank up the sound and sing along!

have a safe and happy new year's eve and hope of a grand 2008!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

just got this in my mail from jim (dr. bennett)

i think it's wonderful and a great thing to share with poetry lovers:

This years recipient of the Ted Slade award is Connie Pickard, who has organised events at Morden Tower in Newcastle since 1964. You can see the excellent site for Morden Tower and read something of the long history of the venue at

Connie has been informed today so please feel free to contact her at if you would like to pass on your congrats. I am also pleased to say that I have reached an arrangement with the University of Liverpool to display the glass trophy that we have obtained and which, when the new plinth for it is ready, will carry the names of recipients of the award.

If you would like to know more about the award go to

The Official Citation

Each year at Poetry Kit we have a nomination and voting process to make a number of awards. The most important one as far as we are concerned is to make a good choice for the Ted Slade Award. Ted Slade was the founder of the Poetry Kit and the award is a recognition of others who like him gave freely of their time and energy in order to help preserve a platform for poetry at the grass roots in the UK or to develop an audience for it.

I am incredibly honoured to tell you that the award this year has been awarded to you for your tireless work in providing a platform for poetry.

The award will be listed on the front page of Poetry Kit Website where it will be seen by our 10 thousand plus visitors each day and their name will be inscribed on the trophy which will be on permanent public display.

You can find out more about the award at

The recipients of this award are;
Sally Evans
(Poetry Scotland)
Gerald England
(New Hope Int.)


Michael Horovitz

(Poetry Olympics)


Connie Pickard

(Morden Tower)


this was my gift from my daughter and son-in-law and my little sweetie!

i picked it because it reminds me of my little sweetie.

a grey sunday. gearing up for new year's eve tomorrow.
i tend to fold inward on new year's eve. i'm hoping that this year is better for everyone that i know. it's been a harsh year for many. i think this year will bring great changes for me. maybe for good, maybe not. it seems as if every new year at midnight we hug and smile and toast all round but still there's a little cold spot of fear for what may come.

i'm working on making that little spot smaller.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Hope is a strange invention

by Emily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention
A Patent of the Heart
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out

Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own

Song of the Soldier's Wifes.

by Thomas Hardy


At last! In sight of home again,
Of home again;
No more to range and roam again
As at that bygone time?
No more to go away from us
And stay from us? -
Dawn, hold not long the day from us,
But quicken it to prime!


Now all the town shall ring to them,
Shall ring to them,
And we who love them cling to them
And clasp them joyfully;
And cry, "O much we'll do for you
Anew for you,
Dear Loves!--aye, draw and hew for you,
Come back from oversea."


Some told us we should meet no more,
Should meet no more;
Should wait, and wish, but greet no more
Your faces round our fires;
That, in a while, uncharily
And drearily
Men gave their lives--even wearily,
Like those whom living tires.


And now you are nearing home again,
Dears, home again;
No more, may be, to roam again
As at that bygone time,
Which took you far away from us
To stay from us;
Dawn, hold not long the day from us,
But quicken it to prime!
the tree is down and boxed, ornaments and all the little figurines are wrapped up and the holiday stuffed animals i plucked from the claw machine at the club are bagged and everything is back in the attic!

the cats are po'd. nothing to steal or bounce down the stairs.

Friday, December 28, 2007

You are 100% Pittsburgh.

Great job! There's nooooo doubt about it. You're from Da Burgh. You deserve a reward, so go have an Ahrn City or two. And GO STILLERS!

How Pittsburgh Are You
See All Our Quizzes


by Maya Angelou

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.

today's jokes are for my brother-in-law's sister from down south.

A Translation Of Yankee Dogs To Southern Dawgs

(Yankee) German Shepherd Dog
(Southern) Poh-leece Dawg

(Yankee) Poodle
(Southern) Circus Dawg

(Yankee) St. Bernard
(Southern) "Thank Gawd, Here Comes The Whiskey Dawg"

(Yankee) Doberman Pinscher
(Southern-2 versions) Bad Dawg, or Dobimin Pinches

(Yankee) Beagle
(Southern) Rabbit Dawg

(Yankee) Rottweiler
(Southern) Bad Dawg AND Mean As Heck Dawg. Good dawg to guard
the still.

(Yankee) Yellow Lab
(Southern) Ol' Yeller Dawg

(Yankee) Black Lab
(Southern) Duck fetchin' Dawg

(Yankee) Greyhound
(Southern) Greased Lightnin' Dawg

(Yankee) Malinois
(Southern) Another kind of Poh-leece Dawg

(Yankee) Blue Ticks, Red Bones, etc.
(Southern) Prize Coon Dawgs

(Yankee) Pekinese
(Southern) Mop Dawg

(Yankee) Chinese Crested
(Southern) Nekkid Dawg

(Yankee) Dachshund
(Southern) Wienie Dawg

(Yankee) Siberian Husky
(Southern) Sled-Pullin' Dawg

(Yankee) Bouvier, Komondor
(Southern) "What The Heck Kinda Dawg Is That?"

(Yankee) Great Dane, Mastiff
(Southern) Danged BIG Dawg

(Yankee) Any dog that raids the hen house
(Southern) Egg-Suckin' Dawg

(Yankee) Any lazy dog
(Southern) Good fer nothin' Dawg

(Yankee) Any dog that's dead & buried & gone to Rainbow Bridge
(Southern) Best danged Dawg I ever had

Thursday, December 27, 2007

i just got the cd ITALIA
so i thought i'd share a little of him.
it's not on the album but it's a favorite song of mine.

i tend to like sax and harmonica better than trumpet, but i like him.

rain. nothing but rain.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

an extra special poetry treat!

jim wrote that:

"In two hours we had 3 thousand visitors generating 67 thousand hits."

this was on christmas day! we pk'rs are thrilled and owe much of it to dr. jim bennett. thanks jim.

other than my family, THIS was my big thrill
xmas eve!

Sunday, December 23, 2007

i fell asleep snuggled against the howl of the wind only to
wake to a moon so white it made me think there must be snow on the ground
reflecting it's light.

no, not snow but silver and midnight blues that reach so deep into the small bit of woods behind my house that i can see a few deer picking their way thru it.

i am wide awake and counting my blessings at being prodded from my bed to
share this magickal moon.
rainy day. have a little sweetie running amok here and pizza with "peppi-ronies" for lunch!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Lao Tzu quote:

Chinese taoist Philosopher, founder of Taoism, wrote "Tao Te Ching"
(also "The Book of the Way"). 600 BC-531 BC

“Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.”

Friday, December 21, 2007

yes boys and girls and children of all ages,
zappadan comes to it's end today.

these are pics of the skolidi(i just KNOW i am spelling it wrong but my gram never wrote the recipe out )

the first one is after they were dipped in the honey.
the pans belonged to my gram and pop-pop.

hey, don't forget

tomorrow is:


(no, i am NOT kidding!)

thanks to blue gal for reminding us all.

hey yinz guys


happy solstice

today was also my grandma's birthday.
assunta was a special lady.
hey boag, THANK YOU!

bogan made me a cassette tape and the very first song he picked was
PLASTIC JESUS by the flaming lips!

you were right boag. i love it. it's still not as good as paul newman
and it sure isn't as good as the 2 of us singing it at pudd'n's but it's a keeper!
some reindeer jokes!

Why is Prancer always wet?
Because he’s a “rain”-deer!

Why does Scrooge love all of the reindeer?
Because every buck is dear to him!

Which of Santa's reindeer has bad manners?

What do you call a reindeer wearing ear muffs?
Anything you want because he can’t hear you!

What do reindeer always say before telling you a joke?
This one will “sleigh” you!

How does Rudolph know when Christmas is coming?
He looks at his calen-“deer”!

What do you give a reindeer with an upset tummy?

How do you get into Donner's house?
You ring the “deer”-bell!

What's red and white and gives presents to gazelles?

Thursday, December 20, 2007

the post below is a gift.
my grandma's skolidi recipe:

12 eggs
1 package dry yeast
pinch of salt
1 cup oil
1 tsp. vanilla
flour(amount depends)

honey (1 tsp sugar for every cup of honey)

1 gallon of peanut oil for deep frying.

add the yeast to the 1 cup of oil

beat the eggs til light colored then add the yeast/oil mixture, vanilla
and salt

add enough flour to make a soft but not sticky dough
let rest under bowl for about 5 minutes

cut off small pieces of dough and roll out 3 thin snakes to about 4 or 5 inches and braid pinching the loose end to keep it shut when it fries (if not it looks like tree roots( which taste just fine anyway!)

fry in peanut oil til they float up, turn once (be careful with the oil, nasty stuff if not watched carefully!

drain cookies and when cool
add to a skillet that you have heated honey and sugar together

when turned and coated remove to a big platter to dry.

you can add a little lemon juice and/or cinnamon to the honey mixture.
my grandparents never did, but i have.
a pgh grey day. the squid is thawing in the fridge and the baccala is soaking.
cutting that into manageable pieces to let them soak is quite a job. like cutting wood with a kitchen knife.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

NF Friends,

It's happening again!
If you're a longtime X-Files fan you will know about XF-related eBay auctions to benefit NF, Inc. There's one underway as we speak. The second X-Files feature film, as yet unnamed, is now being filmed in Vancouver, BC. Gillian Anderson, aka Agent Scully, is offering a one-day set visit for two in February, with proceeds going to NF, Inc. Bidding is hot and heavy - $11,000 and rising.

Here's the link:

. The auction ends Sunday Dec. 23rd. Please pass the news to anyone with a passion for "finding the truth out there".

this is my friend mick's(moss)new song

moving air

on sound click. give a listen.

o.k. last yakking about sheets!

bob approves. odd how the color looks a bit different next to the blue of the walls.
even more beautiful.

can you tell from my yammering here that, TAH DA, for the first time in many MANY christmases, that
i am actually AHEAD of my schedule?

that very well could be because i had to cut way back on my cookie baking this year
because of my hip and lower back. so i ordered a big tray from oakmont bakery.
they ROCK!

i feel bad, sad and a little guilty that i could not make up cookie trays for friends. when i was in grade school i'd walk all over aspinwall and hand deliver foil wrapped plates of cookies (with a bow attached)from my grandma to all her friends. i kept up the tradition for many years now, but i just can't this year.

my friends know that i care tho. at least, i hope they do.

i got this over at froth's. he's back and things are fun over there again.

Pixburgh Christmas Carol

Yinz better wahtch aht,

Yinz better not paht,

Yinz better not cry,

I'm tellin yinz hauscome,

Santa Clause is commin' dahntahn.

He's makin' a list,

He's checkin' it aht,

He's gowen find aht who's nebby an 'at,

Santa Clause is commin' dahntahn.

He knows if yinzes a jaggoff,

He can see inside your haus,

He knows if you've been workin' hard,

Or sittin' on your caach.

Yinz better wahtch aht,

Yinz better not paht,

Yinz better not cry,

I'm tellin yinz hauscome.

Santa Clause is commin' dahntahn!.....


YES! here they are, ready to be washed.

aren't they just such a beautiful shade!

i haven't shared this in awhile:

December 19, 2007

Sacred Awareness
Capricorn Daily Horoscope

You may long for more adventure and discovery today. You may feel a yearning to explore new beliefs or discover distant lands, which could reveal a desire to expand your horizons. If you are able to set aside your usual activities and engage in new explorations, you may wish to consider taking a day trip or planning a longer excursion for the near future. You can also expand your horizons in emotional and spiritual ways today by opening your mind to explore new ideas and belief systems. A good way to begin this process is to sit quietly in meditation and imagine your awareness reaching out, expanding far and wide into the world around you. See yourself attuning to the rhythms of life and putting forth energy that will attract to you many new opportunities for growth.

Every aspect of our lives seems magical and sacred when we open our minds and expand our awareness of the world around us. We often become so accustomed to our usual routines that we fail to notice the opportunities for discovery in each moment. Simply by choosing to heighten our awareness of the world around us and opening our minds to new possibilities, we feel inspired to explore and discover. As we focus on expanding our horizons and exploring new ideas and experiences, we are able to engage more deeply in each moment, and our lives begin to feel magical and profound. If you honor your need for discovery by embracing new ideas and experiences today, your life will transform into an expression of sacred beauty.
sometimes ya just gotta kick back and wiggle your toes!

slept fitfully. words popping in and out of a semi-doze. i would get up and write them down and then wait. nothing else would come, linking the words to a thought.

at least the words are starting to appear.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

to go with the sheets:

I Have Dreamed of You so Much

by Robert Desnos

I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
your dear voice come alive again?

I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my
chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many
days and years, I would surely become a shadow.

O scales of feeling.

I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up.
I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who
counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and
face of some passerby.

I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much
with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom
among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow that
moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
cold! but,my new sheets have been shipped!

doesn't take much to get me happy!

Monday, December 17, 2007

General Review Of The Sex Situation

by Dorothy Parker

Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?

i just ordered myself an expensive (well, for me they are)
set of sheets!!!!! my xmas gift to myself. they were on sale
and i knew that if i passed them up i'd be really po'd at myself later.

usually, i pass things up but these were such a lovely shade of soft
lilac that i melted.

i feel a bit guilty but i'll feel better when i'm wrapped up in them and
snuggled under the down comforter! ; )
monday morning. i was gone all day yesterday.
cold, snow and slick roads. ack!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

o.k. i was tagged over at konagod's

to do a FINISH THE THOUGHT meme, so
here goes:

I NEVER forgive myself or cut myself any slack as much as i do anyone else. i never like photos of myself. i never eat fish if i can help it.i never drive anywhere outside of a 5 mile radius of my home. i've never taken an illegal drug, not even in the 60's. i'm allergic to pot.i've been on way too many meds to care about illegal ones tho i do not care what anyone else does as long as they are adults and don't hurt anyone else.

I RARELY cry at funerals, except my pets.( it's a long story )rarely if ever sing tho i'd love to be able to carry a tune. i rarely say anything that might hurt someone else's feelings, even when i should say something.

I CRY when pets die or tear up when animals are killed in movies. i cry when children are hurt. other than that, i don't really cry.

I AM NOT ALWAYS who i appear to be. i am not always strong enough to say no.
that is not a good quality. leads to unhappiness for most involved. i'm learning tho!

I LOSE track of time a lot, but i always show up on time or early. i lose things a lot in my house. i lose my mind quite a bit, but it's part of my charm! ; )

1'M CONFUSED by people that have to win at all costs even if it hurts them in the long run. i'm confused by people that can smile while they are backstabbing.
i'm confused by computer talk, card games and math.

I MISS my grandparents, all of my pets that have passed on. i miss friends that have moved out of my life over the years. i miss the opportunities i might have had if i had been braver, the person i might have been. i miss my belief in a better world.

I NEED, well i know what i need but i have learned to settle for what is.

I SHOULD, well( yes, i know another "well" )i'm not sure what i should do.

I LOVE my family, my little grand daughter,poetry,music,art,cooking
learning new things,my cats, oh my yes! coffee, a warm bed, opening up and using a new bar of soap. i love doing laundry, finding reasons to laugh,blogging,window shopping,politics(even when it pisses me off)collecting cookbooks. jewelry (tho i do not own a lot i do like to look at it)animals of just about any type. bedding sets( i'd own different sets if i had unlimited funds and sheets to match!) i love nature, the woods here and i love rocks. i have bowls of stones from all over the place. people go away and bring back a small rock or two for me.

i could go on, but hey...

some people tease me about my pittsburgh accent,
my use of pittsburgh colloquialisms. i have even used it and them
in my poetry. i did not have the accent in grade school. the nuns at st. scho's
would have, ahem, frowned on that.i did tho, pick it up in the teen years i spent hanging out downtown in the late 60's. odd thing as i can not do even a slightly
passable accent for anywhere else.
i am proud of my city, it's blue collar beginnings and it's people.
so, i will sound as i sound and say what i say. it's a burg thing!
oh yes! "Picksburgh." Yinz are from Picksburgh if . .

1. You didn't have a spring break in high school.

2. You walk carefully when it is "slippy" outside.

3. You often go down to the "crick."

4. You've told your children to "red up" their rooms.

5. You can remember telling your little brother/sister to stop being so "nebby."

6. You've gotten hurt by falling into a "jaggerbush".

7. Your mother or grandmother has been seen wearing a "babushka" on her head.

8. You've "warshed" the clothes.

9. I ask you to hand me one of those "Gum-Bands" and you actually know what I'm talking about.

10. You know you can't drive too fast on the back roads, because of the deer.

11. You know Beaver Valley,Turtle Crick, Mars, Slippery Rock, Greentree and New Castle are names of towns. (and you've been to most, if not all, of them.)

12. A girl walks up to three of her girl friends and says, "HEY,YINZ GUYS"

13. You hear "you guyses," and don't think twice. (Example...
"you guyses house is nice")

14. You know the three rivers by name and understand that "The Point" isn't just on a writing instrument.

15. Someone refers to "The Mon" or "The Yough" and you know exactly what they're talking about.

16. You remember the blizzard of 1993 (or 1976, or 1950,or 1939, or...) and
remember not being able to go outside because the snow was over your head and you would have suffocated!

17. Someone starts the chant, "Here we go Still-ers!" and you join in. In the proper cadence. Waving the appropriately colored towel.

18. Bob Prince and "There's a bug loose on the rug." hold special meaning for you.

19. You've either eaten a Farkleberry Tart or know someone who has.

20. You drink pop, eat hoagies, love perogies and one! of your favorite sandwiches actually has coleslaw and french fries ON it.

21. You know what a "still mill" is.

22. You expect temps in the winter to be record breaking cold and temps in the summer to be record breaking hot.

23. You know what Eat 'N Park is and frequently ate breakfast there at 2:00 AM after the bar closed and made fun of people.

24. You order "dippy eggs" in a restaurant and get exactly what you wanted.

25. You spent your summers, or a school picnic at Kennywood, Westview, SandCastle, or Idlewild.

26. You've been to the Braun's Bread Plant or Story Book Forest for a school field trip. (We went to the Heinz plant and the Isaly's plant for cub scouts.)

27. "Chipped ham" was always in your refrigerator when you were growin' up.

28. You refuse to buy any condiments besides Heinz unless a Pittsburgh athlete's picture is on the side of the container.

29. When you call the dog or the kids you shout, "Kum-mear" and they come.

30. Franco, Roberto, and Mario don't need last names and you can recite their exploits by heart.

31. Food at a wedding reception consists of rigatoni, stuffed cabbage, sauerkraut and polska kielbasa. And don't forget the COOKIES !

You'll send this on to family and friends who used to live in the Pittsburgh area as well ! As to those who have never lived there, just so they can appreciate how different western PA really is.

Wonder how many of yinz guys actually understood all dat? Some folks just don't get dem things
still having a screwy computer day.
works, then it mocks me with an evil little
back later, i think.

been fooling here for 2 hours trying to get some things done on my computer.
can't work the mail right.
can't post here right.

can't answer my comments, phooey! ( "fuck" is the word that is called for tho!)

i'm going to get some coffee and i'll try again later.

2nd or 3rd try at my bloggered blog.

random facts

i was tagged by
the truth about lies

Rules for this meme:

Link to the person who tagged you, post the rules and five facts (some random, some weird) on your blog. Tag five people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

geezzzz, random/weird facts about me? well, what can i answer that won't have you run screaming into the night or laughing your ass off, hummmm?

1. i type using the middle finger of my left hand tho i am right handed.

2. i have decided to let my hair grow out to it's natural silver
( hey, i can always color it again if i dislike it, but don't even TRY to get my eyeliner pencil out of my clutches!)

3. i am far more stubborn in my convictions than most people think.

4. i can not polka. a terrible sin in western pa.

5. i travel in circles that never meet.

as for tagging others. well, i'll leave that to anyone that wants to reveal
their facts. hope they will let me in on them tho. i'm a curious sort of woman.

and i want to thank jim for tagging me. wasn't as tough as i thought.

Friday, December 14, 2007

got this over at shakesville.

too true!
not a joke but:

12 Days of Christmas - A Cat's Rendition

On the twelfth day of Christmas my human gave to me:
Twelve bags of catnip!
Eleven tarter Pounce treats,
Ten ornaments hanging,
Nine wads of Kleenex,
Eight peacock feathers,
Seven stolen Q-tips,
Six feathered balls,
Four munchy house plants,
Three running faucets,
Two fuzzy mousies,
And a hamste-e-er in a plastic ball!!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

i think you'll like this!
still trying to come up with a decent( or indecent, ho ho!)

idea for a poem.

the holidays always bring me down.

thank the fates for my little sweetie.
she makes it worthwhile.

if you are giving to a charity this year
especially to one or more of the MANY groups that say they give to our veterans

check them out first.

and a pox on the phonies out there!
icy rain. nothing, thankfully, like out west but it has been pouring all night and there is a thin coat of ice over everything. tiny drips of ice hang from the trees and mail boxes.

me, i'm moving slow this morning.
still wrapped in my heavy robe, the stereotypical blogger.

soon, a hot shower and the start of another day.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion

Samuel Coleridge

Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
Wherever they can come
With clankum and blankum
'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,
With fun, jeering
And still to the tune of Transmogrification--
Those muttering
With no Hats
Or Hats that are rusty.
They're my Torment and Curse
And harass me worse
And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow
Than the Screech of the Owl
Or the witch-wolf's long howl,
Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow
For me they all spite--an unfortunate Wight.
And the very first moment that I came to Light
A Rascal call'd Voss the more to his scandal,
Turn'd me into a sickle with never a handle.
A Night or two after a worse Rogue there came,
The head of the Gang, one Wordsworth by name--
`Ho! What's in the wind?' 'Tis the voice of a Wizzard!
I saw him look at me most terribly blue !
He was hunting for witch-rhymes from great A to Izzard,
And soon as he'd found them made no more ado
But chang'd me at once to a little Canoe.
From this strange Enchantment uncharm'd by degrees
I began to take courage & hop'd for some Ease,
When one Coleridge, a Raff of the self-same Banditti
Past by--& intending no doubt to be witty,
Because I'd th' ill-fortune his taste to displease,
He turn'd up his nose,
And in pitiful Prose
Made me into the half of a small Cheshire Cheese.
Well, a night or two past--it was wind, rain & hail--
And I ventur'd abroad in a thick Cloak & veil--
But the very first Evening he saw me again
The last mentioned Ruffian popp'd out of his Den--
I was resting a moment on the bare edge of Naddle
I fancy the sight of me turn'd his Brains addle--
For what was I now?
A complete Barley-mow
And when I climb'd higher he made a long leg,
And chang'd me at once to an Ostrich's Egg--
But now Heaven be praised in contempt of the Loon,
I am I myself I, the jolly full Moon.
Yet my heart is still fluttering--
For I heard the Rogue muttering--
He was hulking and skulking at the skirt of a Wood
When lightly & brightly on tip-toe I stood
On the long level Line of a motionless Cloud
And ho! what a Skittle-ground! quoth he aloud
And wish'd from his heart nine Nine-pins to see
In brightness & size just proportion'd to me.
So I fear'd from my soul,
That he'd make me a Bowl,
But in spite of his spite
This was more than his might
And still Heaven be prais'd! in contempt of the Loon
I am I myself I, the jolly full Moon.

got the tree up today!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


Robert Louis Stevenson

I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
only 1 more gift to buy!

pouring rain and heavy fog today.
i hope santa sees what a great little dedicated elf i am! ; )

Monday, December 10, 2007

forgot to post that yes, i have posted about my files before. that was went, with all good intentions, i was going to organize them and clean them up.

all i succeeded in doing that time was ripping up crap.
as you can see, i did save some crap. one never knows when some crap
will be called for.
i got the idea for the 2 pictures below from konagod's picture blog "blacksoap"

these are my files.messy as all get out except for
my list admin. folder. THAT is in order in case i lose my computer files(it has happened to me once, sucked!!!)

notice the file labeled "crap"

that is in my poetry file drawer.
i've written more than my share o that, believe me!

watched national geographic all last night.
wonderful shows on the dinosaurs.

pittsburgh has one of the best, if not THE best
collections of dinos so i grew up going over to visit them.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

i was tagged for this by my buddy at
this is what he had to say:

Oh, and on the off chance that you have the time for a little light fun, I "tagged" you for a "Continuing Story Meme.

Have fun, and good luck!

this is what was up at his blog so far:

I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)

I was used to the house being quite cold in the mornings, as the night log usually burns out around one AM when I am dreaming cozily under my covers, not normally waking to put a new one on until morning. I was surprised because on the rare occasions that it actually had reached sub-freezing temperatures in the house, I had awakened in the night to restart the fire. I would have been worried about the pipes before P-Day, but there hadn’t been running water in two years and that was one of the few advantages to being dependent on rainwater, no pipes. (Freida Bee)

The nightmares began during the following spring. The apple trees came to life in my dreams. At first the trees spoke and I thought they were amusing. That changed when the messages arrived. Lately, their anger was directed at me. (mathman6293)

I turned and stared out the kitchen window, past the frosty-lidded cistern to the orchard beyond. My trees, my beautiful fruit trees, stood leafless and dark. I wished with all my heart that this was just a normal winter thing, but it wasn’t.

“Why are you blaming me, guys? You know I love you. You watched me go out and vote that last time, in the ice-storm. It’s not like I didn’t try!”

I turned with a sigh and went to the phone to give Zaius a call. Perhaps The Good Doctor had made some incremental progress on his Long-Shot-Theory. (TCR)


couldn't reach him or anyone by phone. lines dead, as dead as everything else it seemed and so i thumped down right where i stood hugging the ratty blanket i had wrapped about myself a little tighter and let the air in my lungs out in a moist little puff of despair. (sherry)

(now i'm throwing the story back to tcr.)
well, my little sweetie / whirlwind just left.

i'm cleaning up the fingerprints and crumbs.

we were up til 3:30 this morning, just goofing around.
now, i'm ready for a nap!

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Friday, December 07, 2007

just got in. the claw machine at the club is back and fixed!
i got ten, count 'em 10 stuffed animals out of there with less than
10 dollars! they are all little xmas critters so they are here and there all over the house. my little mai will be here tomorrow and overnight. we will have big fun!

we always do!!!
snow,snow, SNOW!



Thursday, December 06, 2007

in the spirit of the season:

What did one Christmas tree say to the other Christmas tree?

I really go fir you!

( no guys, i couldn't use any of your jokes from tonight. tho i did laugh!)

Evening Star

Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Winter garden

by Matsuo Basho

Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.

nothing new.
cold, cold, cold.

no words, no poems, not even a teeny idea for one.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

took these about a half an hour ago.
it's snowing much harder right now.
i found this today over at spork's and being a union baby, born and bred
i just had to share. enjoy!

a happy hanukkah to ellie and mitch,mike, rachel
jack and lily.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

we pkrs got this from philip in our e-mails.

check out the review:

and yes, mine was fairly unintelligible.
that was on my end, not philip's. i just gave up
trying to work the mic set up that i have.
philip is much better skilled at computers than i am.

me? i'm just tickled pink that i'm in there!
thanks, philip.

there's some very good poems on that cd.

a correction, #25 is Grant McLeman. a very good poet by the way.

(and i thought that i was THE typo queen!)

Okay, all you contributors to the voices CD, now hear this: Due to a review in the latest edition of The Ugly Tree your tongues have all to be cut off and placed twice in the archive at The Poetry Library at The Southbank Centre in London.

See a copy of the request below.

So, who was it first suggested it would be nice to be able to hear how the author intended their piece to be read? Is that the flapping of tongues or the happing of clands?

Another achievement for the PK.

Well done and a very big

Thank you all

Subject: CD
Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 12:25:41 +0100
To: p johnson

Dear Philip,
I saw a review of the Poetry Kit CD in The Ugly Tree
Could you possibly send two copies of the CD to the Poetry Library with an invoice?
Thanks very much,
Miriam Valencia
Assistant Librarian
Saison Poetry Library
Southbank Centre
Belvedere Road
London SE1 8XX

T +44 (0)20 7921 0664
F +44 (0)20 7921 0700

Philip Johnson @ moon a'la monde

Poetry Kit CD Project for Voices 2007
got a pot of turkey chili on the stove.
a little holiday fun:

Halloween Hangman created by The Dimension's Edge, Inc.
Zappa Quote of the Day

Rain is good for you...
Rain is bad for electrical equipment...
Outdoor concert, Jones Beach, NY, Circa 1984
when i got up this morning i could tell by the light filtering thru the curtain that it had snowed.

brrrr. the wind sounded like a truck rolling overhead all night long.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Happy Zappadan Eve!

check out blue gal

and the aristocrats!!!!

they explain it better than i ever could!
i forgot to say that i received the e-card below from a friend of mine.

i just may print it out. ; )
i'm sharing:

a minor addiction than my chocolate one.
getting toys from the claw machine.

these are some of my xmas ones.
i put them around the house and i give them away to people at the club when they look like they could use a cute little thing to cheer them up.

i thought about discussing my favorite lines from the poem below but i think it would be better if i just let each decide for themselves.

there are some wonderful ones in this piece.