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Festive Chin Chin
Irresistible Semi-sweet, fried crunchy treats A taste of Christmas Served with a cuppa something Beside family and friends
Gobble-gobble! 💃🦃
Pumpkin Everything
Tis the season for sugar and spice Sweetening everything the way I like It goes well beyond traditional pie Flavoring coffee, cookies and popcorn? Now that’s something I’ve gotta try
It’s That Time
When days swiftly fade to night We think about the coming fright Plan our dress up to play pretend It’s the beginning of this year’s end Ready to pass by in a blink of an eye Then it’ll be time to do it all again
Day 312: 3 Words
Let’s examine the passage of time That was wasted in long lines to buy Gifts picked for others as traditional trade And consider giving something hand-made. All words used: passage,other, line, trade and examine https://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/20151108-day-312/
Day 311: 3 Words
Holiday meals prepare to take center stage A study of seasonal ingredients handed down Some altered to perfection by a culinary slave *Words used: culinary, study and stage https://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2015/11/07/20151107-day-311/
Happy 4th of July
Independence Day Nothing is free but freedom Commemorated ~ Social gatherings Food, drinks and conversation Family and friends ~ A celebration American traditions Of a great nation ~Haiku’s
Boom Boom Boom!
Plastic bag clouds float by revealing a clear, bright blue sky. The sun now shines in your eyes lighting up the night. Elevated and accelerated soaring like a bottle rocket; moves so quick one might think I had firecrackers in my pocket. Light the spinning flower to see colors bloom. Have a Happy, Safe andContinue reading “Boom Boom Boom!”
The Grinch (Tanka)
This Christmas season I wanted to be the Grinch Again, I held out Started having some regrets That lead to power shopping ~Tanka
Undead
White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela lugosi’s dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela lugosi’s dead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time’s dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone inContinue reading “Undead”