Another new chapter posted, Chapter 10, of The Storyteller, my online novel. Join in and read this exciting ghost story as it develops, chapter by chapter.
Family Tea Party December 26, 2006
A workshop assignment to
write a septet about family.
Family (Tea Party)
Family
Petals on roses
Stemmed by sleek generations
Bountiful flowers sprung from same roots
Resplendent, cacaphonous
Gathering for life’s
Tea Garden
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
To Make Christmas Eve Special… December 24, 2006
Make Christmas Eve special by paying a visit to the Ringing of the Bards, a collection of the finest holiday poetry on the web, for your enjoyment.
A Holiday Gift
My Traditional Holiday Post
A Holiday Gift
of Poetry
Christmas Septet
Snowflakes twirl
Stream from ice castles
Announcing time so Divine.
Christmas Eve, a Night with its own Star,
Gleaming in the sky with Joy.
May it bring you Peace.
Holy Night.
DANCING ON TOES
White lacy sprinkles painting below
Glistening, twirling, angels twinkling
Graceful in slippers dancing on toes
Snowy flake angels hushing, sprinkling
Glistening, twirling, angels twinkling
More slipper steps, joining from afar
Snowy flake angels hushing, sprinkling
Angel chorus, sky white with stars
More slipper steps, joining from afar
Graceful in slippers dancing on toes
Angel chorus, sky white with stars
White lacy sprinkles painting below
It’s Christmastime!
Oh! To be six again, wide-eyed and full of fun!
When Christmas was an explosive occasion for one!
The world revolved around me in glitter and stars
Dazzling gifts and goodies, stories from afar.
The morning was spent ripping at paper and bows
Amidst laughter and giggles and plenty of rows,
Fighting over toys, but it was all just in fun.
Quiet came at last, when the presents were done.
Then off to church on a snowy winter morn
To pay tribute to the holy child this day born.
The stable was there, draped in the aroma of pine.
Oh! That smell! So much a part of Christmastime!
The people were all gathered, heads bowed to pray
But the children all twinkled inside on this day.
Home soon to cinnamon and sugar, color and toys,
It’s Christmastime! Magic time for girls and for boys.
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Poems Copyright JO Janoski
Singing a Happy Tune December 20, 2006
Singing a Happy Tune
In my short life, many drunks I’ve seen.
They sing, they howl, they stumble around.
Their angry wives wonder where they’ve been,
rolling pins poised, drunken heads to pound.
While hubby maneuvers through the streets
dancing, singing a happy bar tune
with goofy smiles for everyone he meets
dancing with stars, winking at the moon.
His head is bobbling, his eyes solid glazed.
He wears wrinkled pants with wide open fly,
his shirt a road map of dried mayonnaise,
punctuated with sweet blueberry pie.
Who hovers inside the red-nosed clown?
Is his soul weeping from being alone?
Why does he hide? What knocked him down?
Stop! Listen. In the shadows hear him moan.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
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