Tag: poem

tEwesday nEwes

Quiet and serene
Is this color scheme
Like the car we are buying
Though my son keeps on trying
‘Dodge Charger great price’

The price was the same
And it does seem a shame
Could we be so daring?
At the cars we were staring,
Ford Escape just nice.

C.J.

If the garage with the Dodge had been any closer we would have been wild and got it but my car is on its last legs and we just didn’t have time to go out there last night especially having left my son at baseball. He got a lift home. With Phil going away today we made a quick decision and were sensible. I think I would have felt a right berk driving everywhere in a charger. I’ll probably regret it waah!

Would you drive a charger?

Do you think this sheep would drive a Dodge Charger?

Happy tEwesday!

Tree poem

 

Climb a tree

Lean against one

Walk beneath one

Be the tree.

 

C.J

Have a great weekend!

 

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Poem for the #Leafs

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Etsy Tips for Beginners and Healthy Breakfast

I know, super odd combo but creative types at home need to eat healthy. It’s so hard to leave those chips alone when they are right there all the time.

This is a great video for new to Etsy folks:

I’m doing most of those but I keep forgetting to find a great source for the stiff mailers. Still need to get on that. For now when I get an order for a print I can grab one from the post office. The local Staples only has enormous ones so they are no good. Amazon might be my best bet. The corrugated cardboard I would for now just rip up a box we have lying around. Maybe Amazon sells boxes of card I’ll find out.

I swapped my kettle bell with my friend today who has a slightly heavier one so watch this space. I’ll probably drop it on my foot ;0). I keep swapping between smoothies for breakfast and two eggs. You can get real bored with breakfasts so I went looking on YouTube for a more interesting one and came across this:

Brad Gouthro has the best fitness advice. Would you eat that for breakfast? I feel a poem coming on:

Kettle bells
Bacon smells
Chocolate yells
Scale tells

Hee hee Happy creating!

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Mabel’s Poor Pour


(Mabel by H)

Pour
Drip
Add a color

Pour
Drip
Runs

Pour
Tilt
Add another

Poor
Pour
Stuns.

Learning all the time and that’s what matters. I discovered I can use lots of different colors on one big piece of bubblewrap either altogether or separately over many paintings thus saving paint to make up for the pouring disasters. (woah that was a long sentence)

Here’s the bubblewrap ones. So easy. Do have a go.

Happy creating! 🎨

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Happy Easter!

Bleats from the meadow
Echoed down through the valley
Easter’s happy song

Happy Easter to Ewe all! 🐰🐑💚😊

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Haiku: Ewe Called

Quick bleat back to base
Whilst out running my errands
Info for the flock

Anyone got a better one?

Catherine 🙂

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Misty Poem

Thanks to Susie Lindau I discovered it is World Poetry Day today. One must not pass that up.

Go read Susie’s great poem here and then please follow #WorldPoetryDay on Twitter. (There are some quite funny political ones (say no more ;)).

I took some cool photos of the mist this morning.

The mist through the trees matched the wonder in her heart.

Be brave and put a one line poem on Twitter.

Happy World Poetry Day!

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Rumpy

 

A dog of champions
Who champions dogs
Rumpy 🐾⭐

(art by H 8yrs)

Sad news about dear Rumpy x

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Beach House Paintings

Today I handed over 6 paintings for my friend’s beach house. It was pretty nerve-wracking doing so many and not wanting to mess them up.

Here’s what they looked like early on:



And left aside for a bit they were then ready for a bit of a makeover:



I’d never tried painting or even drawing flip flops before. I accidentally made the top half too wide. They might just haunt me lol.

Specialist Feet Flip Flops

Whose feet are they
That fit snug in such ghastly shoes?
Surely one ought to cover such magnificent beasts more profoundly.
A sneaker, Sir? Would do the trick.
You suggest not I.
But why?
May we not all run wild and free?
With feet as such
One might have other more pressing oddities to cast the eye over.
Just do not cast eyes.
Keep your eyes uncasted
Encased in sun shades
Always looking up.

Catherine Johnson

What an odd poem from the recesses of my mind. Anyone else got a flip flop poem?

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