Three Margarita Moms – a poem

Friends | Posted by Jannie on 27 June 2011 @ 2:30 PM (39) Comments

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Let’s hear it for Three Margarita Moms
today taking the spotlight away from their
daughters featured here, here & here,

the Margarita Moms who laughed in
the cool of the pool, then floated 37 steps
to a table in the soon-to-be sunset scene,
the kids off doing things kids in lakes do.

Let’s also hear it for friends everywhere
who make time to get together and laugh.

~~~ end of poem.

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both photos snapped by a lovely beer-ing stranger at the next table.

Please come join us at the lake!! ANYTIME!!

And a shot of the pool with lake in the background…

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xoxoxo from…

Summertime Jannie, who is going now to do her dishes, then rehearse with Mardi for an Open Mike tomorrow.

This will be my third Open Mike Week in a row! My plan is 52 a year.

Then Letterman and Leno!

whoooohooooo.

When I Do Not Come To Your Blog — a poem

Kelp Knitting, Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 22 June 2011 @ 4:39 PM (30) Comments

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it’s not because

I’ve fallen out of

love with you

 

or dumped you for

some younger, older or

buffer blogging buddy.

 

It’s because I’m sculpting tunes,

practicing guitar and spying on peeps

from trees in my kelp knitted bikini.

 

One day I even washed the dishes,

another did a whole load of laundry,

and last Friday I baked an apple!

 

Other times I do not come to your blog

I’m in the ocean of my mind, helping starfish

fill out applications for their dream jobs.

 

Many starfish long to be pilots,

pro baseball coaches and assistants

to make-up artists on movies.

 

The pink one I met today

wants only to be a mermaid

who sells peas at the circus.

 

(boiled with butter, on a tray with 2 bottles of beer!)
 
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I swim wild here in my ocean.

I bob like some guy named Bob

in pockets of rainbow ripples.

 

But back to what started this poem…

 

When I do not come to your blog

it’s also probably because Blue Bunny

and I are singing on street corners

 
where the saints imbibe.

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iPhone pix recently of Kelly at her friends’ outdoor saltwater pool with a plexiglass viewing area.

Posted with love by Jannie, who is behind with blog-reading again, but hopes to get out soon.

xoxooxox

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Happy Fathers Day, Y’all

Just Good Stuff | Posted by Jannie on 19 June 2011 @ 12:08 AM (16) Comments

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The Pea 4 days old, with her daddy.

Have a good one.

xoxoxoxo

Even The Hearst Castle — a poem in 55 words

Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 16 June 2011 @ 6:55 PM (48) Comments

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Even the Hearst Castle has

its junk piles way waaaaay back

behind the farthest potting shed.

 

I saw some with my own blue eyes as

I slipped along the purple petunia path,

away from the guided flock a while.

 

We all have junk, some in the trunk.

 

Some hidden behind grape leaves.

 

It’s our clean-up attitude that counts.

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55 words for The G-Man, Prince Of Petunias.

Wait, did that have a plot?!  A main character!??

:)

xoxoxoxoxoxo

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“You” Song-In-Progress mp3 For YOU

Family, Nova Scotia, Songwriting | Posted by Jannie on 13 June 2011 @ 12:58 PM (37) Comments

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Once there was a very handsome, very artistic man

who bought an old cabin on the beach in Nova Scotia,

remodeled it, lived in it a while, and sold it in 1987.

 

In 1989, a woman who moved to Nova Scotia was out

bicycling, saw the beach house and fell in love with it.

Soon she met the man who built it and they married.

 

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Eventually they were blessed with a daughter, “The Pea,” as in Sweet Pea.

 

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Last week in a Most Excellent Recording Studio the woman

sang and played guitar for the rough draft of “You,” the song

she wrote for the very handsome, very artistic man she loves.

 

Here are the lyrics…

 

“YOU”

 Verse 1:

You came along at last with a song

I waited to hear forever

You standing there with October in your hair,

Your eyes like the ocean,

The bluest blue, eyes I fell into

 

Verse 2.

You took my heart in your hands with your art

Then we talked for hours

You walked me home when the moon was our own

And the stars started singing

The way they do when dreams come true

 

Bridge:

You put your arm ’round my shoulder

And then, I reached up for your hand

Everything changed in that moment forever

The way love had planned for me and you

 

Verse 3.

You here with me in a house near the sea,

The Child upstairs dreaming

You say my name and my heart tells my brain

To hold you forever

Here like this, lost inside a kiss with you

 

You, you, you….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

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The woman feels brave enough today to email you

the free “You” basic song outline, with flaws and all.

Just leave a comment here and  “she’ll” send you it.

 

Posted with love by Jannie of the Jazzment.

xoxoxooxoxoxxo

 

Yes, the pix show the actual beach house Jim built from the old shack he added onto and renovated.