What if everything’s a poem?
– the sky in your eyes?
– the leaves of light in your hair?
– the swirls in your lollipop on a Central Park afternoon?
– the shirts on your clothesline smelling like balconies of hope?
– the dance of umbrellas on your miracle of misty morning?
– this moment here in the heart of time?
Okay, Dudes and Dudettes, I believe that was 55 words of flashy fiction for His Excellence, The G-Man.
Posted with love, by Jannie who Highly Recommends the 55 word experience!
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Songwriting | Posted by Jannie on 6 June 2011 @ 10:18 AM
”Resisting My Dishes“ by: Jannie Funster (slow jazzy-blues ballad) (80 bpm)
Verse 1
G / Em /
Over in the kitchen
G / Em /
Just one room away
Am / Am /
Is something terrifying
Am / Am /
I’ve been hiding from for days
Bm / Em /
I dare not look over
Bm / Em /
I feel them staring here
Am / Am /
I’m frozen, but hopin’
C / D /
Those suckers will disappear
Chorus:
G / Bm7 / C / C /
Resisting my dishes again and again and again
G / Bm7 / Am / Am7 /
Resisting my dishes again
Verse 2
G / Em /
I stacked ‘em on the counter
G / Em /
Piled ‘em in both sinks
Am / Am /
Stashed ‘em in the oven
Am / Am /
And under the bed, I think
Bm / Em /
I wish it would start raining
Bm / Em /
I’d spread ‘em all out on the grass
Am / Am /
‘Cause the caked-on stuff that’s baked-on
C / D /
Is such pain… on the glass
Chorus:
G / Bm7 / C / C /
Resisting my dishes again and again and again
G / Bm7 / Am / Am7 /
Resisting my dishes again
Bridge:
Bm7 / Em /
Lord knows I’ve got hot water
Bm7 / Em /
Got a half-gallon of soap
Am / Am /
Oh, why can’t I do as I oughta
C / D7 / D7… /
Since the day my dishwasher broke?
Verse 3
G / Em /
I love photoshopping
G / Em /
And posting to my blog
Am / Am /
Strolling by the river
Am / Am /
With my guitar and my dog
Bm / Em /
You might even see me
Bm / Em /
Sometimes with a broom in my hand
Am / Am /
I’m not allergic to detergent
C / D /
But I guess I am to scrubbin’ pots and pans
Chorus:
G / Bm7 / C / C /
Resisting my dishes again and again and again
G / Bm7 / C / G /
Resisting my dishes again….
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One of my 3 new songs ”studio-ready” for later this week, whoooooohoooo.
Perhaps a good one for The Musical?
I’ll sing this on video for you once I’ve memorized the chords.
Yes, our dishwasher is still on the blink but you can see from the photo, one day I DID do my dishes!!!
(And oh, what wonderful thoughts I think, standing there at my kitchen sink.)
Posted with delight by Jannie of the dish-washing-avoidance hills.
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The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 4 June 2011 @ 12:42 PM
Sometimes in the car the funniest kid I know and I play “Definition,” where I say a word and she guesses the meaning.
For instance, as captured via my iPhone’s voice recorder recently…
EDIT — Yes, SHE really did make these up. Jim didn’t believe me, but it was The Pea indeed.
Rosacea: An African dance in Mexico, also a type of food in Indiana.
Philately: A name they use in Kentucky for boys who are 17 and 1/2 months old.
Symbiotic: A type of car built only in Africa.
Filigree: A type of musical instrument in Georgia made from 4 tortoise shells, 1 tree, 2 lamposts and a Subaru.
Phylum: A cloth made for jackets in India, but was discovered to be very poisonous and set off the disease of the Malaguayas. But in 1949 they found a cure which was oak leaf tea with a spice of gingerale and cinnamon.
Fenestration: A math test you take when you are 13.
Ingenue: A lamp post that is 5 feet tall, 4 feet wide, 2 feet diagonal and only works on the 4th of July every 100 years.
Sequester: To put sequins on something then test it.
Fibrillation: Kind of like a celebrating, but you’re not celebrating – you’re going to jail.
Anticipatory: A special way you decorate your Christmas tree with gold garland in the south of Montana.
Dogma: Is like magma but is melted dog.
The funniest kid I know is also into The Far Side these days.
And wearing 3-d movie glasses and my black UV SunStop arm covers everywhere.
She cracks me UP!
Posted with love by: Jannie of the Moonlit Mist.
xoxooxxooo
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 1 June 2011 @ 2:13 PM
Tonight I am up while the world sleeps,
this hour my own special secret.
My hounds would love to run with me
across the windy moor above my castle.
But I am more inclined to sit here
at my table piled high with songs.
I am barefoot and wearing cut-offs,
the pant legs long — skimming my patellas.
(I was going to write scapulas.)
Glad I remembered the correct word,
and averted embarassing
myself in a poem again.
I am still quite young!
Tho today I told myself not a few times.
(It’s best not to listen to the self
when it’s feeling cranky.)
My legs are strong, many miles left in them.
My arms are totally HOT these days!!
(I guess the arm thing sounds like bragging
but I have been working out with my 3 lb weights
on The Trail many mornings,
the most magical place I know.)
My name is Jannie.
I am up late.
All the world is sleeping.
Except for the ones dancing.
— end of poem
Kelly took those 2 pix at our final Friday morning school concert last week.
See my raging biceps!?!?
Posted with love and semi-buffness of upper limbs by: Jannie of the dumbell dell.
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Oh and here is totally an iPhone pic I took this morning.
The little fuzzy guy (or gal) is called a Nutria.
I had never in all my days in 21 years here in Texas heard of one of those, let alone seen one.
He (or she) is kind of like an otter / small beaver but with a long rat tail.
Was so cute sitting up cleaning itself like a bunny does.
And seemed quite tame, let the bread tossers get close.
Bye now!!!
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