Monday's Child #33 - It's your Party

Inspiration prompt - Poetry United - Monday's Child #33 - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

Tweet-al-dee-dee

Tweet-al-dee-doo

I made this cake

Especially for you

I put on my apron

and decorated it nice

Full of pink sugar

and lots of spice

Now lets sing

a pretty song

Short and tweet

and not too long

Sherry Irvine - February 14, 2011

Morning Surprise

It is early in the morning

Maybe six o’clock I’d say

The beach is rather quiet

Except for the crashing waves

I slowly remove my bathing suit

My nakedness exposed to the air

I walk into the warm water

Balmy breezes tousling my hair

The water circles my ankles

It quickly reaches my knees

Until I can stand it no longer

I let the water wash all over me

The water covers my body

It caresses my weary soul

I languish in its peacefulness

Until it’s time for me to go

Out of the water and into a towel

I lay now upon my chaise

Soaking in the morning sun

Enjoying each single ray

My eyes are closed, I feel the heat

A gentle breath against my face

And then a presence very large

Is invading my private space

I open my eyes with a startle

There is a unicorn close to my face

She speaks to me in her special talk

Her name is Redeeming Grace

“I’ll take you for a magical ride

Upon this sun-kissed beach

I’ll show you things you’ve never seen

Come, come…..come ride with me”

Next I know I’m on her back

We’re galloping along the sand

She spreads her wings across the sky

As colourful as a rainbow band

Through the mountains and across the land

My arms wrapped around her neck

I see candy apple and licorice trees

The islands but a speck

I see boats afar with colourful sails

The water and sky so blue

I am enjoying my ride with Redeeming Grace

But sadly it’s time to go

She sets me down upon the ground

In a soft and gentle way

I give her a hug and kiss her goodbye

What a beautiful way to start my day

I lay now upon my chaise

Soaking in the morning sun

Enjoying each single ray

Thank you Redeeming Grace – that was so much fun.

© Sherry Irvine – February 14, 2010

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Thursday Think Tank #34 - Last Will and Testament

IMAGE CREDIT:  POETS UNITED - THURSDAY THINK TANK #34

Provided I have left after my man

And seeing as I can no longer stand

I’m taking my dirt nap because I’m dead

Whatever is left shall be equally divided

I have 2 kids - this prose will make them laugh

but seriously though - what exactly is one half?

I would expect it means divided by two

Even and fair like a chocolate fondue

HALF OF THE HOUSE

Take a brand new piece of chalk

Listen closely  – don’t you mock

Now draw a straight line - right down the middle

Teehee teehee – you’re both so fickle!

HALF OF THE COUCH

One would get the cushions

The other would get the frame

I know----I know

You think I’m insane

HALF THE BATHROOM

The bathtub is his -- the vanity is hers

Breaking the mirror is bad luck for years

Splitting the toilet means renting a saw

Why not put your names in the hat for a draw?

HALF THE BED

I suggest one can have the mattress

At least one could have some rest

While the other can have the box spring

And the comfort it won't bring.

HALF THE KITCHEN

This should be easy – as easy as pie

She gets my dishwasher – he’s easy on the eyes

My son – well he can have the comical stove

The one that’s pink and purple and mauve

And last but not least….

GEORGE THE CAT

How would one divide up the family cat?

It would be very rude to cut him in half

Not to mention it would be very gross

If he doesn't shuddup though - it will be Adios.

*******

This concludes my silly poem

It makes no sense - I should probably go home

This Will and Testament is NOT set in stone

And please be advised….the stove can be loaned J

© Sherry Irvine – February 3, 2011

Shopping in 1792

Mag 51 - inspiration picture provided by http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

I’m taking a stroll down the cobblestone street

Who knows what I’ll see….who I will meet

I have a few coins to spend with free will

My basket in hand, is ready to fill

The cobblestone street is lined with shops

The Milner, the book store and the sweet shop

I admire the hats, the books, and gum drops

As I make my way to the stationery shop

Inside the stationery store is a different world

I put in my order and hand it to the shop girl

Some handmade paper, ink, quills and more

I have poetry to write….and music to score

I hand her a few coins, and go out the door

To a wonderful place I just adore

I make my way down the cobblestone street

To another place that makes my heart beat

Sausage filled pastries, cookies and bread

The smells of the bakery fills my head

Flour, yeast, water and a small lump of lard

A tiny pinch of salt – it’s not that hard

The baker combines it and kneads it well

Puts it in the oven until it smells

I buy two loafs of the freshly baked bread

“Have a good day” I shyly said

Now I’m back on the cobblestone street

A few pennies left for a couple of treats

To the Sweet Shop for Turkish Delights

And then back home before it turns night

It was a good day on the cobblestone street

People were shopping, the sales were sweet

I’m now at home, enjoying a hot cup of tea

Shall we share some bread?  You and me?

© Sherry Irvine – February 1, 2011

When Chocolate Fell from the Sky

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It’s a beautiful warm summer day

In the middle of July

I’m sitting under my cherry tree

Playing my guitar

I pluck each string harmoniously

The notes are pure and clear

The birds are singing to my song

Their words are perfectly paired

The cherries are ripe upon my tree

A lovely shade of red
I smell their delicious aroma

And taste their heavenly flesh

I pause a moment....close my eyes

The wind is caressing my hair

The sun disappears behind my eyelids

Replaced with big brown clouds

It starts to rain, but to my surprise

It’s raining Hershey® kisses

The heat of the day is softening them

They are melting upon my tree

Each cherry is drenched in chocolate

Encompassing each sweet piece
Yet despite the heat the chocolate hardens

Into delectable sweet treats

I'll call them Sherry Blossoms

They're cherries from my tree

Covered with a million kisses
What a glorious scene.

I open my eyes to realize

‘twas all but a sweet dream

As my eyes adjust to the sun

I’m quite delighted to see

A box of cherry chocolates
Set down in front of me.

Treats are meant for sharing
there's plenty to go around
I invite you to have a cherry chocolate
A treat for you and me.

© Sherry Irvine – January 31, 2011

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Thursday Think Tank #33 - Fire in your Heart

IMAGE CREDIT:  POETS UNIT - Thursday Think Tank #33

A fire burns within your heart

As I hold you in my hand

Your spicy heat is sexy

As I caress your silky skin

Your seed is hot against my lips

Our love should be forbidden

Your passion makes my heart burn

And tears fall from my eyes

I quiver with the thought of it

You make me love you more

Our hearts are beating faster

I need to catch my breath

******

HOT PASSIONATE SALSA

2 TBSP finely chopped onion

2 small cloves of garlic

3 large ripe tomatoes chopped, peel & seeds removed

2 hot chile peppers

2 TBSP cilantro chopped

2 TBSP lime juice

salt and pepper to taste

© Sherry Irvine – January 27, 2011

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RECIPE CREDIT:  http://southernfood.about.com/od/salsarecipes/r/bl40212k.htm 

THE CARROT

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When she was nine, the teacher assigned

The children to write a poem

"Any subject will be perfectly fine.

Think about it on your way home."

Pondering about it all that night

She thought about some topics

What exactly should she write?

How about a poem about a carrot?

It sounded kind of silly

This is what came to mind

She could have written about a lilly

But THE CARROT will be fine.

She struggled to find the right words

And doesn’t remember how it went
They came at last,  'tho a bit absurd

But sees now what it represents

As an adult she meets a woman

Who tells her she should write
The woman with the spiritual plan

Has completely changed her life

What?  She’s never really written

But she picks up her pen to write

Her spirit stoked....like a purring kitten

THE CARROT is brought back to life

*********

THE CARROT

(rewritten by the adult in the story....the original child's poem is lost)

He planted a special carrot seed

In the moist rich earth

Amongst the parsley and trumpet weed

To grow until it's birth

Carefully nurturing it every day

He waters it with the sun and moon

In His garden the faeries play

Anticipating the harvest soon

The Angels uproot the carrot

At the most perfect time

Food for the stomach and food for thought

So wonderfully divine

© Sherry Irvine – January 27, 2011

Thanks to Sherry Braine for her support - www.circleoflightwellness.com