Magic Monday~Magic In Little Things as Wishbone or Mistletoe
Welcome To Magic Monday
Where We
Bring Out The Magic In Poetry
Tonight We bring out the
Magic In Pulling A Wishbone
Magic in mistletoe with kiss
Under the mistletoe ~ kiss making a wish
Special moments as little ones enjoy , too
Mistletoe or Wishbone take your pick
For each has own magic and makes times special
As memories we all hold dear
Making magical wish as one wins the pull
In a magical way
know many in past have done
Wish as pulling the wish bone
or
Kiss under the mistletoe
Share some wish you made with us
or
A time you enjoyed as memories
As that special moment under the mistletoe
When all unfolds
I remember times I dodge
Not wanting a kiss lol
Have fun being creative as a magical wish
or
moment shared
Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!
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Good Evening Let`s bring some magic out in those wishbones , mistletoe`s as memories, unfold:) :love: :love: :love: :love:
will try come up with something and post tomorrow…
Mistletoe on my toes
Making sure watching who goes
As mother always had hanging on those
Those doorways made many ladies feel as a magical rose
MIGIC AND WISHES
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The magic of the
Wishbone
Sweet kisses under the
Mistletoe
Share some wishes
Memories
That gives that special some one
A great feeelin for the
Moment in time
Make a wish
With the wish bone
The bigger end
But always wins ya know
Gap a mistletoe
Hang it over
The one you wanna kiss
Make that kiss
A special one know
That you care
If just for
The moment
Magic
And
Memories shared
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Written By: Bettie Davis —————— © November 18 , 2o12
An absolutely precious theme and challenge. Some of the very best memories are sparked by simple things which cost so little but mean so very much. Thanks so much for the beautiful reminder. :love: :love: :love:
I never did get to kiss under the mistle toe
Or brake the wishing bone.
But hear dreams really do come true.
Magical things can happen every day.
Wishing on a falling star.
Or winning something you wanted .
Or just a magical kiss from someone you love.
Magic is every where just have to look for it.
I’m a magical being so magic comes easy for me
A Wishbone for Me
These words bring forth the person in me,
and as a come-on i sell them for free.
Compensation is received when I help myself see.
With the words i rise above emotional poverty.
In the mind’s prison these visions are bound,
until words liberate the concepts i sound.
Payment comes when this voice is received.
If you feel one word, my soul is relieved.
These exercises are merely introverted creation,
casting out ideas in unsure fascination
of how in the end the story is told.
One hopes to a few souls the ideas are sold.
If you’ve come this far, you should be paid
for dropping disbelief in the effort you made
not to push this away before you were done.
With your patient reading , i’m the compensated one.
Tony Hansen
(c) 11-19-12
SAVORED AND SHARED
Wishbones and mistletoe,
a chill in the air,
leaves wearing fall colors,
snowflakes landing on my nose,
and what a festive mood we’re in.
The holidays are almost here,
just in time to share
some welcome cheer.
Smiles on faces
as we gather ’round
the holiday table
one and all;
sparkling conversation
among family and friends
joyful laughter
that never ends;
catching up on everything
that happened since
we got together
like this last year.
The turkey’s roasted
to absolute perfection,
the ham and yams
and all the fixin’s;
magical memories,
treasures each one,
savored and saved
within our hearts
throughout the year
and for years to come.
(c) barbara kausteklis 11-19-21
Yummy an enjoyed piece.
Under the Mistletoe
Dreams of Sugar Plums, along with visions of tin soldiers and ballerina’s dancing around
The wee ones are all nestled snuggly under comforters of feathery down
Mommy and daddy each with a cup of hot butter rum
Watch the snow fall over the land as the radio hums
Turning with away from the beautiful sight
Dads eyes glow with a merry wicked little light
He slides his arms around Mom waist
And dances her across the floor in swiftness and haste
His motive he knew that he would soon taste
As he looked deep into the eyes of his wife’s face
Yes under the Mistletoe, oh what a fabulous place
By: Brenda Gail Harter
Copyright ©2012 Brenda Gail Harter
All Rights Belong To: Brenda Gail Harter
bg_harter@yahoo.com
Sorry I became rather busy today and I did this in hurriedness, because I had promised
SURPRISE PARTY
It was somewhere between Thanksgiving and Christmas eve
when of my sanity I took temporary leave.
A Christmas party where I wanted to believe
I’d be introduced to the method used to conceive.
“It all starts with one kiss,” I’d heard it said.
“All you have to do is get out the lead
“and take the lead while shedding all dread.
“It’s not that far from mistletoe to bed.”
I’d received the invite slid under my door.
What it said excited my virginal core:
“Miss L. Toe will have refreshments galore”
Just the right spot to begin keeping score.
But there at the party I found so much more.
Friendship and laughter reverse of a bore.
I ended up staying till quarter past four,
moving and grooving upon the dance floor.
Miss Toe brought a wishbone. We broke it, I won.
So under the mistletoe I was granted some fun.
But one kiss did nothing, so we were both done.
I took home my bone piece until bedtime for one.
Copyright November 20th 2012 RGD