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Little Orphant Annie

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Little Orphant Annie was written by Jame Whitcomb Riley in 1885.  You can go to the link and listen to him reading his own poem or you can listen to me.   :roll:

Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun
A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

Onc’t they was a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers,–
And when he went to bed at night, away up stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wasn’t there at all!
An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,
An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ roundabout–
An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,
An’ make fun of ever’one, an’ all her blood an’ kin;
An’ onc’t, when they was “company,” an’ ole folks was there,
She mocked ‘em an’ shocked ‘em, an’ said she didn’t care!
An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,
They was two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,
An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘fore she knowed what she’s about!
An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

An’ little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue,
An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!
An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,
An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,–
You better mind yer parents, an’ yer teachers fond an’ dear,
An’ churish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,
An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

Witch

witch

I am ready for Halloween
Time to be seen
With costume new
And yell out BOO

A witches hat upon my head
Dread will be spread
Folks I will scare
Spook everywhere

Across the sky moon will be bright
I’ll fly tonight
Upon my broom
Varoom Varoom

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff
I adapt the style to fit my style.  

Jack-o-Lantern

pumpkin

Jack-o-Lantern grinning slyly

Mouse peeps shyly

Behind a leaf

Lovely motif

Halloween night oh so scary

Must be wary

Bats a flying

Horrifying

Bugs and bees go trick or treating

Candy eating

Too much taking

Tummy aching

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff
I adapt the style to fit my style. 

Am I Blue

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My theme for the Pixel Prose Challenge is to post a picture of sheet music from the early 1900’s, write something about it and include a recording I made of the song.

 

I’m weary of being blue
It’s really so much more
So listen very carefully
I’m telling you the score

Dispirited and dismal
Positively down in the dumps
Sorrowful and sullen
Absolutely in the slumps

Downcast and downhearted
Certainly grim and glum
Moody and mournful
A sad sack I’ve become

Ripped apart and hurting
Weeping and woebegone
Crummy and crestfallen
Unmistakably put upon

Broken hearted cheerless
But when I cry boo hoo
The best way to describe it
Is honestly I am blue

Sheet music courtesy of the Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music

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Blue – Tree

tree

My life is like a tree limb
Barren dry and dead
Reminds me of a bald man
No hair upon his head

A purse without a penny
Empty of its cash
A fireplace never burning
Producing not one ash

My life is unproductive
Arid desert land
An angel with no halo
It’s not what I had planned

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #35

Only 5 more blue poems left.  :)

 

Blue – Tears

bluetears

Tears flowing like the tide
Will they never end
My eyes never dried
With melancholy I contend

Sobs gushing out in streams
To dismal depths descend
Weeping woeful to extremes
Why can’t I find a friend

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #34

Only 6 more blue poems left.  :)

Blue – Teardrops

blueteardropI have shed one million tears
And maybe two or three
Damp they made my pillow case
Some soaked my lingerie

Moist and misty droplets
Wiped upon my sleeve
Drenching every part of me
Oh how I would grieve

I think I’ll catch my teardrops
And put them in a glass
Spread them like the morning dew
On flowers and green grass

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #33

Only 7 more blue poems left.  :)

Blue – Sweat

bluesweat

Sweat is streaming down my face
So hot I think I’m dying
Blends in with the salty tears
I am now a crying

Getting rid of blues and blahs
Is what I am a trying
If I say the deed is done
I am now a lying

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #32

Only 8 more blue poems left.  :)

GOOD NEWS!

Two days ago I asked for help to rid my email inbox of notification when a blogger likes one of my comments.   I thank all of you who gave suggestions and tried to lead me to the right place to click.  I searched and searched in the Dashboard and of course was looking in the wrong place.  Finally  brushespapers   was able to get through to me and I now hopefully will not be receiving those emails.  :)

A big big thank you to her.   She has a beautiful blog.  Hope you will visit her.

I know others have had this problem too.  So here are her directions:

On your dashboard, top right corner, you should see your own icon, click that will bring you to my account setting page. Under notification uncheck the email thingy. Good luck. This should work.

 PS  You can give me as many likes as you want for liking my return comments.

The Happy Wanderer

happywanderer

Something a little different for my Pixel Prose Challenge entry.

Gallivanta has a beautiful blog at silkannthreades . I commented that she wanders all over the place and that we are always wondering where she will wander next. She replied that this made her wonder if I knew the song The Happy Wanderer.  And just by chance I did.   ;-)  I hope you will visit her blog.

The Happy Wander  was not written in the early 1900’s so I made my own sheet music cover.

I also have made up some new words for the song which tells about the fun we have here in WordPress.

I love to go a wandering
To the blogs of my friends
And as I go I’m wondering
What each of them intends

W O – R D  W O R D PRESS
W O – R D  PRESS

I love to read what they write
Leave a comment for them to see
They send a smiley face right back
That makes me hap happy

W O – R D  W O R D PRESS
W O – R D  PRESS

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Blue – Sobs

bluesob

Silent Sobs Secret Sobs
Do not make a sound
Silent Sobs Secret Sobs
When others are around

Silent Sobs Secret Sobs
No tears to be found
Silent Sobs Secret Sobs
In my heart they abound

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #31

Only 9 more blue poems left.  :)

 

HELP NEEDED!

Whenever someone likes a comment I have made, I receive an email.  I do like those likes     :-)    but I can’t find a way to turn off the receiving of them into my email.  I have searched and I have nothing checked to receive an email.  Does anyone else have this happening?

WordPress Memories

Forty Shades of Blue Poems

INTERMISSION

Although I stopped blogging and did not even enter WordPress for months, I still thought about friends here.  I wasn’t able to make up any poems but found myself still making up songs about blogging.    I must have tried to record this one more than ten times.  Each time I would find myself with tears before finishing.   Tears never hurt and can be helpful.

memorycat

Midnight no poems in my Dashboard
Rhymes lost in my memory I’m smiling alone

In my desk light the words collect in my mind
But all thoughts away have blown

Memory all alone in my Dashboard
I smile at friends’ blogs oh how they thrive

I remember the likes and comments we gave
Let the memories stay alive

WordPress tears falling from my eyes
I must not think of writing there are no more rhymes

When the morrow comes keep me in your memory
Don’t forget the good times

 

Blue – Snap

bluesnapSnap Out of It

Complaining
is one of the games you play

Snap Out of It

Tired of hearing
your lamenting everyday

Snap Out of It

Bellyaching
is one of your little tricks

Snap Out of It

Tired of listening
to all of your nitpicks

Snap Out of It

Quit moaning
and kicking up such a fuss

Snap Out of It

Your grousing
is boring all of us

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #30

Blue – Sleep

bluesleep

Late at night in my bed
I only toss and turn
Late at night tears I shed
For sweet sleep I so yearn

Late at night in my bed
I feel the tears they burn
Late at night no sleep ahead
Worry in me does churn

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #29

I forgot to turn off the comments for the last blue poem and a friend wrote to quit doing that.  So they are back on.  Doesn’t mean you have to comment but may if you wish.

Ah Sweet Mystery of Life

ahsweetmysteryoflife1

My theme for the Pixel Prose Challenge is to post sheet music from the early 1900’s, write something about it and post a recording I made of the song.

 

mysteryteacup

In a teacup dictionary poem the dictionary word is the title. Each following line must define the word, but drops one syllable per line, starting with the first line descending until there is a one syllable word that defines the dictionary word.
The next line, must have the same number of syllables as the dictionary word and makes an observation about the dictionary word or the preceding lines. The poem is usually centered on the page.

Sheet music courtesy of the Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music

 

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Blue – Sign

bluesign

Can’t you read my sign
Can’t you read my clues
Can’t you see I’m telling you
That I’ve got the blues

Can’t you see my flag
Can’t you hear my bell
Can’t you see I’m telling you
I’ve got the blahs as well

 

Forty Shades of Blue ~ Poem #28

I’m closing the comments on the rest of the Forty Shades of Blue.  They are just poems to be lightly read.

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