Marching Into A Magical Madness!
“Heart” this Blog
Like You Would Want
Mad Man to keep
Being Insane!
Join J.T. and MM As We March Madly
What is March without a little Madness
Let’s throw the prose around and see how it goes!
Use these Inspirational Pieces of art, by artist James Naccarato
Let’s See what Magical Madness we find in these pieces!
Magic Monday Quote:
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and
It’s better to be
Absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
― Marilyn Monroe
Is it even possible that I’m the first one here for a change? Loving the Madness of March and this madly wonderful blog and theme. Looking forward to it. You all do such a beautiful job, JT and Mary Margaret.
Well this is different with art hummm Gave it a try not sure hope is right 😳 :love: :love:
MARCHING ON MARCH
The winds
Of madness
It came in strong
Blew up because of
April showers was comin
Just had to show off before then
Stormed in winds in its jaws
Puttin up a big coo dooo
Bout nuttin at all
April wazz still comin in
Close on march tale
Leavin nothing but cool
Showers and breezzes
The winds
Of madness
Blowin in like the lion
Just to go out sweet as a lamb
And april showers
Still came
With a gentle breeze
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————— © March o5 , 2o12
Wow what Daliesque images! Fitting topic since we are in the midst of the greatest madness our nation has known since Mad King George III talked to an oak tree. I’ll try to come back with something befitting the highly original art!
Life is the movie you see
through your own unique eyes.
It makes little difference
what’s happening out there.
It’s how you take it
that counts.
:entertained:
We’re always running in circlesNever confronting what must be confrontedAlways running in circlesCourage that was long ago stuntedNever could we at least run in a straight pathThis hopeless procedure will never get us anywhere..
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IN THE SOUND OF THE WIND
I hear my name
in the sound of the wind,
March breezes blowing
and spring ushered in,
sometimes marching,
occasionally dancing
and to its own special song.
And when I look up at the sky
from down here below,
and see what I see
way up there so high,
I’m as puzzled as can be
as I try to figure out
what March is saying to me
in such unpredictable ways.
Sometimes I’m simply
left scratching my head
and thinking that surely
I should have stayed in bed
as on some days there’s
no logical explanation of why
things happen the way they do
and seem to go so very awry.
It’s madness, I say,
March Madness to be sure,
the comings and goings
from just who knows where,
sometimes so exotic
and other-worldly it seems
at other times just the opposite,
so calm and serene.
So for now I just take it
one step at a time
and day by day,
considering everything
that happens to come my way.
And as winter turns
once again into spring,
I’ll be looking for the rainbows
that come after the rain;
and I’ll be watching for butterflies
and puffy clouds in the sky;
and I’m sure that madness
that March seems to bring
will be be behind us soon
as we soar toward April
with the flowers of spring.
(c) barbara kausteklis 3-5-12
All such wonderful poems and posts — heading over to the animal shelter to look at puppies — speaking of March Madness. Will be back after that to read more. Big Hugs from Southern California on this beautiful Monday.
iam apcahe
“THE MAGIC OF A KISS”
DO YOU REMEMBER THE MAGIC OF THAT FIRST KISS?
THAT MOONLIT STARRY NIGHT WHEN YOU STAND TOGETHER
WITH THE WIND BLOWING THROUGH YOUR HAIR..~
WHEN YOU LOOK UP INTO HIS EYES..
AND HE IS LOOKING INTO YOURS WITH SUCH INTENSITY..
THAT YOU HAVE TO LOOK AWAY?
THE CLOSENESS OF HIS BODY..
EVEN THOUGH NOT TOUCHING.. YOU CAN FEEL THE HEAT BETWEEN YOU..
..LIKE FIRE..
YOUR BODY STARTS TO TREMBLE..
SOMETHING INSIDE OF YOU STIRS..
YOU LOOK UP..AND SUDDENLY..
YOU HAVE TO COME TOGETHER..
WITH A PASSIONATE HUNGER FOR EACH OTHER..
THAT CAN NOT BE DENIED.
YOU SHUT YOUR EYES..
YOU SMELL HIS MASCULINITY..
YOU FEEL HIS LIPS..
YOU LOSE YOUR SELF IN THIS MOMENT..
THAT KISS..
OH YES..THE “MAGIC” OF THAT KISS..
~NANCY~
The Myth Of Surrender
© Christopher Ames
Across a scarlet sunset I will be watching
Flowers turn in vain to face the falling sun
But drinking in the moonlight of defeat
In the darkness their failures will dawn
And the worst emerge from hiding
We have all become chasers
Of things we know must end
It never stops us
We can’t help but
Defy fate
On a lone old wooden bench I will be waiting
The last stronghold of nature in the city
Now towers grow like trees in the summer
Standing as shepherds of our downfall
The stars burn themselves out slower
When nothing can be salvaged
Hope is all we have left
It’s never enough
But we still try
Even now
Each tired Sunday morning I will be wasting
Some little amount of the time we have left
Praying to some god to make it all right
When church is as silent as mourning
We have been abandoned in turn
Lost as a chick returning
The nest isn’t empty
It was never there
We build alone
All the same
From the heart of disaster I will be wanting
For somehow everything to come to an end
And spare us the agony of waiting
The race itself is against madness
You don’t win prizes for trying
Only perception changes
The game’s rigged then it’s done
Even knowing this
Nothing differs
We still fight
In a place all to myself I will be wishing
That I saw the reason for futility
Others think to hold back death with laughter
If clowns were angels we would be saved
But I deny the sun it’s light
For what I see in the day
But who would dim the stars?
And even in this
Ironically
I too strive
On the curb outside your house I will be weeping
Through a broken heart all things seem a drama
And if the world won’t end it feels that way
Doomed from the start, but I still want you
Out of sight is not out of mind
For the night kisses the day
And still the faithful pray
They were all right, though
I won’t give up
Not this time
Great blog Mary and JT…thumbs up left for all…time has been elusive for me but here is a quick acrostic:
~
M adly
A waiting spring
R eady for a
C hange of scene
H ope springs eternal!
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This is dedicated to Mary Margaret for her daily wonderful presence on the CPC.
I am late with my post.. sorry guys!!! i do hope you like this hug’s and smiles always!
I wanted to make sure this got posted.. I truly love this poem(prayer) and amazed and my (our) sweet ELFWING wrote for the Magic Monday… Brenda Brite also is her name giggles hug’s everyone!
You will enjoy this
Marching Through….
Marching through the maddness,
of my soul’s heart-felt desires;
Trying to make sense
of this endless burning fire-
Longing for companionship-
that only God can send-
Hoping to find a lover,
a husband,spouse and friend.
Time is marching on,
for no one here it waits-
Piercing every moment-
in love’s most precious race.
God I ask for Wisdom,
for Mercy,Grace and Love;
For Heavenly Discernment-
and Peace form up Above.
So Dear Lord of Mercy,
of Infinite Grace and Love-
Please direct my soul-
to my mate from up Above.
And,if in your Great Wisdom,
You see fit to send no man-
Then I ask that Your Great Presence Magnify-
and help me always in You, to stand.
Love You,Brenda
copywright 3-2012
by Elfwing/Brenda Brite
Blessings folks. love