Winter & Reading

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Glenda Gleave  — Tell Me the Stories of Jesus (800x723):

                                                         A Book

A book, I think, is very like
A little golden door
That takes me into places
Where I’ve never been before.

It leads me into fairyland
Or countries strange and far
And, best of all, the golden door
Always stands ajar.

                                                      by Adelaide Love

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‘Look Up’

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 Facebook is Faceless
Indifferent, not necessarily connecting too closely with others if one doesn’t want to connect. You want them to know your their but you don’t want to talk to them, you can’t be bothered to form words, to think, don’t want to fully commit yourself. How is that done you ask, just click on “Like” and you’ve said it all!  Don’t want to give an opinion or a spoken compliment, click on “Like”. Don’t want to fully express yourself in case it might not set well with others or it might expose your inner self, click on “Like”. Don’t want to hear a constructive criticism, click on “Like”. Lastly, possibly you think that if you “Like” everything that’s posted on every one’s page about anything, your going to be really really LIKED by others, oh wouldn’t that be sweet.
Author ~ Eileen

The English Language Fun or Funny?

We park in a driveway and drive on a parkway. 

The bandage was wound around the wound.

The farm was used to produce produce.

The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

We must polish the Polish furniture.

He could lead if he would get the lead out.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was

time to present the present.

When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

I did not object to the object.

The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

They were not close to the door to close it.

The buck does funny things when the does are present.

A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

And if the foregoing hasn’t messed UP your mind, consider the following:

 

There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is ‘UP.’ It’s easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP?  Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election? Why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP our friends. We use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver. We warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special. A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night. We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP!

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I Could Live With It

Victorian house

entranceway to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina

Entrance way to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina, also called a foyer.

I love foyers, the one below would be my choice. Foyers were and still are as big as a large bedroom in today’s homes.

/The Ingomar Club, Eureka, California

door-knob detail

victorian ceilings

If your wondering why I have a Victorian house and it’s fixings on our poetry blog, it’s because when I look at a Victorian home, I see poetry. Every detail of these house were crafted with not just necessity but beauty. From the archways to the door knobs and door hinges it was pure art. To many this kind of decor would be just to much and much to busy. Take a look at the ceilings ! And notice that the exterior was not just a simple white or gray but many colors, and most had beautiful porches, totally awesome. If I were younger and had a bit more money, I would definitely be living in a Victorian house right now.