Red, White and Blue Dreams

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RED, WHITE AND BLUE DREAMS

Diana Reh Hunt

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Red, white and blue dreams

born in sandbox games,

rocked to stars ‘n stripes lullabies

in cradles of freedoms to come.

Young hopes fly high on tire swings

when the dreamers’ smiles outshine the sun.

 

Red, white and blue dreams

come from family farm to

Happy Freakinʼ Valentineʼs Day!

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HAPPY FREAKIN’ VALENTINE’S DAY!

Kandace

Kandace submitted this response to the weekly prompt: 

Write a story based on this plot: Mailed Valentine never delivered.

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     February 14. What a miserable day!

     Gray, slush, ice, mud and frigid, howling winds. Lovely.

     The one bright spot—the anticipation of a Valentine from my Knight in Shining Armor, and the promise of a romantic evening.

     Icy patches made the hike to the mailbox a bit treacherous—Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. Hmm hmmm hmmm….

     Little did I know how true that was. Eagerly, I opened the mailbox and

Mary’s Special Day

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MARY’S SPECIAL DAY  

Anonymous  

     We wondered if Mary’s first grade music teacher was tone deaf. Why else would she have chosen Mary to sing a solo in the upcoming Christmas program?

     Needless to say, Mary’s father and I, her mother, were thrilled that she was picked.

     For several weeks Mary would burst into song no matter where we were. To say the least, it was sometimes embarrassing. She seemed to delight in singing while

Falalala Latkes

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FALALALA LATKES

Leslie Nemeth

     Twenty pounds of potatoes.

     My kids are anxious to start peeling! We put our chairs in a circle in the kitchen and throw old newspapers in the center of our circle. It is our yearly ritual. With extra peelers purchased, anyone who wants to help is welcome. Sometimes friends of the kids drop by and join in on the fun.

     The pressure that some people feel at Christmas does not exist for this bunch. The only stress is figuring out if we have enough potatoes to feed tomorrow’s crowd. After peeling, we have to cut the potatoes into pieces that will fit into the food processor and then soak them in cold water overnight. Next we have to peel five pounds of onions and quarter them. Time for some

Halloween in Bull Run a. k. a. Skunk Hollow (PA)

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HALLOWEEN IN BULL RUN A. K. A. SKUNK HOLLOW (PA)

My Favorite Halloween

Diane Cipa

This post was received in response to the Beanery Writers Group weekly prompt:

• Write a journal entry about the best Halloween you’ve ever had. Tell what you did, when you did it, where you did it, who you did it with, and why you enjoyed it, and any other pertinent information.

OR

• Some schools are banning Halloween celebrations because of the religious roots of the holiday. Do you agree or disagree with such a ban? Write a two-minute speech arguing for or against Halloween celebrations in the classroom.

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    In the center of the neighborhood sat the great old church. Across the street and up on a hill stood the cemetery, over which the moon shone down, emblazoning the tombstones.

   We, the children of the neighborhood, walked up and down the street, clutching our pillow sacks or little plastic pumpkins, terrified. One eye was always on the cemetery. This was All Hallo’s Eve, and we knew that meant the dead were stirring and God help us if they arose while we were still out and about.

     Bravely we moved from door to door, joyously inhaling the smell of candles and burning pumpkins. Just how much candy could we accumulate before that dreaded hour? The hour —unknown to us though certain we were of it—in which the souls arose from their graves like

Chosen from the Pumpkin Patch

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CHOSEN FROM THE PUMPKIN PATCH

Jan McLaughlin

     Here I am laying and sunning myself in the garden, snuggling with my siblings. Sometimes it rains on me (us), that feels good too.

     OH NO, what’s happening? Why is that guy chopping me from my vine? He’s doing it to all of us. OH NO, now I’m for sale.

     Oh good, a little girl bought me and is hugging me. We’re going for a ride in the car. I wonder what will happen next?

     OW! Her dad is cutting off the top of my head. OW-OW-OW. Now he is scooping out my

Noel

NOEL

Joan

This is a poem of the season
Its words, its verse, its song
A colorful, frost-clad vision
Journeying in hearts ‘ere long

Memories framed in golden hue

Of sweetest dreams come true

 A cone fir tree set aglow

Silver bells echo so clear
Snowflakes dance soft and slow
Christmas day draws near
And hushed refrains become
A joyous merry hum
 

Even as red ribbons are tied

Promising enchantment tenfold

 A wondrous star appears as guide
The timeless story is retold

 And the Earth reveals

The joy it feels

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Christmas. Whose Season Is It?

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG

A BROKEN LEG FOR CHRISTMAS

How to Count the Gifts Given in the Twelve Days of Christmas

Christmas Memories

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2007-A

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: 2008 STYLE

Mother’s Day

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MOTHER’S DAY

Fran

Two toddler boys run in for hugs and kisses,
     but someone’s missing
Two little boys, bearing gifts made themselves,
     but someone’s missing
My teenage sons, now working, take mom out for lunch,
     but

ROSES ARE RED: Two Original Versions

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“ROSES ARE RED: TWO ORIGINAL VERSIONS

Sarah & Tegan”

 

 

Roses Are Red

by Sarah

 

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

I’m glad I know you

Because I love you!

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PHOTOS:

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Flowers

by Tegan

 

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

(SANTA) SUED FOR NON-SUPPORT

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(SANTA) SUED FOR NON-SUPPORT

RUSTIE

Rustie is a guest writer who has submitted poems to this site previously. He is a blind writer who composes and edits his poems on a tape recorder. Below is a spoof on Santa Claus.

As the judge looked down from his bench in the court,
It was plainly a case of non-support.

The thoughts that raced through his honor’s old head,
When he saw the white beard and the suit that was red.

He wanted to laugh for he thought it a joke,
But the woman who filed it declared