Twinkle Twinkle

                                            Brenda Bryant

TWINKLE TWINKLE!

The liner twinkles in the dark.
Soon all the travellers will embark,
Not on a wild and stormy sea,
But on a night of revelry.
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THE POWER OF RED

The sleeves of books are works of art;
They play a quite tremendous part
In drawing the eye in the right direction
Instigating a close inspection.
And RED is the colour that leaps right out!
It seems to bully us and shout
'Here is something that you should read!
Here's a book that you really need!'
Is it because of 'blood', I wonder!
Is that the spell we're really under?
Do we think of pain and hurt?
Is that the reason we're alert?
I really like the above design,
But is that because I think 'blood red wine'?
Or is it because of the outlined faces
In the stem of all strange places?
I like to think the designer's art
Has, in some way, played a part,
But I suspect deep in my head
Lies a primeval thirst for RED!
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Cozy Cosies

The British influence still lingers at the Olive Tree Markets!


PHOTOHUNT
COZY COSIES!

Gone are the days of summer and sipping lemonade;

Gone are the days of sun-tan cream and sheltering in the shade.

There's a touch of chill in the breezes that blow in from the sea.

What better time to warm our toes and have a cup of tea?

'Put the jug on, Mary!' that's the evening cry!

And here are some tea-cosies for everyone to buy.

Of every form and colour they're spread out on the stall;

Brilliant, bright and colourful! I'd like to buy them all!

A tea-bag is convenient; it really hits the spot,

But for a good old-fashioned drink there's nothing like a pot.

And a pot needs a little jacket in view of the second cup.

Let's cling to the British tradition!

And drink up!

An unsuccessful tea-party here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/311-happy-birthday-mummy.html

The Severed Head!

THE SEVERED HEAD!

An unremarkable picture of an old man cooling-off.

'Why blog that?' I hear you say. But wait! You shouldn't scoff!

Glance a little to the left and you'll see a severed head!

Not given any reverence! Thrown in the bin instead!

That was heat; see cold here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/reprint-seagull-in-snow.html