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NaBloPoMo December… is …joy… A poem..


Something different for today.. I found this poem that I thought I would share with you about “Joy”

Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure’s free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.

Pleasure’s a Moth, that sleeps by day
And dances by false glare at night;
But Joy’s a Butterfly, that loves
To spread its wings in Nature’s light.

Joy’s like a Bee that gently sucks
Away on blossoms its sweet hour;
But pleasure’s like a greedy Wasp,
That plums and cherries would devour.

Joy’s like a Lark that lives alone,
Whose ties are very strong, though few;
But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams,
Makes much acquaintance, no friends true.

Joy from her heart doth sing at home,
With little care if others hear;
But pleasure then is cold and dumb,
And sings and laughs with strangers near.

Blogtoberfest 2014- day 20- Talkative Tuesday, AND Digital Journaling prompt..




Monday: Mosaic Monday – make a photomasiac to show and write about
Tuesday: Talkative Tuesday – tell us about yourself
Wednesday: Wordless Wednesday – post a photo and no words
Thursday: Thankful Thursday – write about what you are thankful/grateful for, Throwback Thursday
Friday: Friends on Friday – write about another creative you admire, Flashback Friday
Saturday: Some/Six/Seven Thoughts on Saturday
Sunday: Sunday Snippets (started by {tinniegirl}) – My week in photos… A collection of photos from your week. No need for words. Let the pictures tell your story


“Talkative Tuesday”

Since you want me to talk about myself, I think I will combine it with a Journal prompt from my “Digital Journaling challenge” it started the same day as ‘Blogfest’ and so I have kind of being doing both, but not technically using the “Digital Journaling prompts” But when I opened my email today I really wanted to do this one.. I Suck at poetry, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to try making poems…

 Type in your journal today some of the wonderful (or even unusual) things which make you who you are. 
 Are you a dancer, singer, artist, computer nerd, lover of jazz, a Steelers fan?  Do you like to climb mountains, or hug your surfboard?
 For instance, “I am she who hugs trees.” This can be the start of a longer entry, or a repeating theme in a poem.
I am She…
I am She who is always here,
the one who comforts and dries the tears.
I am She who cleans and cooks,
who does the washing and feeds the chooks.
I am She who longs to escape,
to see sunsets and different landscapes.
I am She who loves to camp,
and wander the lands like a homeless tramp.
I am She who writes long letters,
to pals overseas, the further the better!
I am She, I don’t really have a name.
I am She, without any fame.
I am She, a sometimes sibling,
who spends her time happily scribbling,
I am She who reads, writes and paints,
is scared of spiders, needles and complaints.
I am She who journals and writes,
I am She who will do anything to avoid a fight.
I am She who gives anything a go,
I’ve done it all from go to Woah!
I am She who wears many hats,
Mother, Wife, Grandma and  acrobat.
I am She. I am Me.