snow and ice are bliss

dancing with ice butterflies

it sure don't be me

I usually pen limericks, this is the best I could do without alcohol fueling my mind.

It is cold outside and

has been for many days.

No good to complain as

it doesn’t change anything.

I did change my way for

one thing, though.

I put hot water in the

kitchen scraps

because they were

freezing solid on the way out

to the compost bin in back.

I saw one sparrow at

the bird feeder the other day.

He had grabbed a seed but

did not swallow.

I believe he had it

frozen to his beak.

to the koi pond i did go

to break away the ice and snow.

my glasses off they go.

oh hell that waters cold.

to the kitchen i must go

to thaw my frozen elbow.

the kitchen sink began to flow

back up to the elbow.

oh no i did say

what i thought you don't want to know.

my snake did i think

will fix this unholy sink

down and down it did go

till it hit that stupid elbow.

so i shoved and i pushed

and i pushed and i shoved

until water began to flow

upon my my feet below.

My rhyming is non-existent, but I could use a part of each poem for my experience in the last couple of weeks.Thanks for making me smile.

That's what friends are for!!

I was supposed to rhyme? Oops!

;)

Lilo's did not rhyme, but it had rhythm. I'll never be as good as she is.

None of us will ever be, except Don. Not that others aren't great, they're just in another league. (I really liked being able to see your clear images jim and jeff! great use of words)

don's the love child of tom waits and bob dylan .

anneliese32 please feel free to take what you need.

Rhyming and Rhythm I do not know, but here we go.

My oven went bust
My cookies were dust.
A new oven I need,
with great speed.
Baking cookies is a must.

i hear a beatnick hiding in that rhyming and rhythm west_gardener2

snap, snap, snap!

beatnik snapping

All of you are wonderful! There is a inner poet hidden in everyone waiting for a chance to come out. Nice picture of Henry, Sweet Betsy

No poem, just that it is snowing again.

Fun thread, bringing out the creativeness in our denizens. Remember when my sisters and I were young we used to see if we could talk in rhymes for designated amounts of time. Interesting how we can be creative when we have more time and less distractions.

jeff-1010, and rob, what are your favorite mode of communication?

Can I say poetry in coffeehouse?

;)

Rob, yes indeed. Back in the 60ties, DH and I had a favorite coffeehouse where poetry was read. It was located in the old part of DC, it had burlap on the walls and the atmosphere was very mellow. One of our favorite memories.

Rob333... you can say 'poetry' in a coffee house, but today they just text it:-)

West_gardener2 ...my favorite mode of communication is lucid English. I think it's a dying language. This from the lips of an old hippie. ironic isn't it?

I put a Tom Waits quote in today's quotes just to get the connection to my supposed parents.

I Googled Tom Waits, b/c my first thought on your quotes, Don, was "Who the heck is Tom Waits"? Even after reading the Wikipedia entry, I don't think ever heard of him, before. Just one more item to add to my list of things about which I know nothing. :-(

jeff-1010(7), thanks for reply. I've never known a hippie in RL but nice to meet you here on the GP.

West gardener...the gp site must have pretty low standards to let in riff raff like me:-) thanks for the welcome. I'm happy to be here. I am curious, how, at coffee houses in the 60s did you not run into a hippie?

Mawheel ...Tom waits is a musician that you Won't hear on most fM stations. Even back in his prime he had a small following. He has a very unique sound, something like a hundred years of smoking and drinking. I think his best album is titled night hawks at the diner. Give it a listen.

jeff-1010, thanks for the info; I'll see if I can find the album you mentioned. BTW, I, too, welcome you to the Garden Party.

jeff-1010(7), I guess people like to hang out with people like themselves. No hippies in my neighborhood or the coffee houses.

Too many coffee houses are lap top and latte places. Even in a university town like this, it ain't the same as back in the 60s. Smoking used to be in those joints (pun) and now, in this town, no smoking inside a place like that.

My thanks for the welcome folks. It was rude of me not to introduce myself, but I didn't know if I was gonna stay. Now I'm feeling at home. Btw, has anyone seen the remote? Lol.

Mawheel... with Tom waits, the lyrics are more important than the music. Kinda like Bob Dylan.

West gardener.... as much as I loved my hometown I had to seek out the hippies to see what all the fuss was about. I'm glad did or I wouldn't have discovered things like jazz or how to rebuild a vw engine:-)

Jim...I know what you mean. Few things in life are better than a smoking jazz quartet, good drink and the right company.

Our weather king sits on his throne

his meteorologist skills he hopes to hone

The words spew forth in repetition

as we anxiously await tomorrow's prediction

The dreaded S word he starts to spew

while we at home make soup or stew

Then off we race to the nearest store

our bread and milk we hope to score

We race back home to batten down hatches

and bake our cookies in batches and batches

Alas again a false alarm

I just might do that weatherman harm

Janis b...bravo, bravo. Btw the weather man, he's got it coming. No quarters.

Janis, you're 'a poet and don't know it' , or maybe you do! LOL.

Your verses were fun to read and right on the mark. Let's hope the Weatherman will heed your threat and skedaddle out of town!

I just wanted to join the party.
Not a poet by any stretch.

Luv your poem, Janis.