Tag Archives: shaken and stirred

Stirred 

Posted on November 22, 2022 by whimsygizmo

“Anyone can slay a dragon …but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That’s what takes a real hero.” – Brian Andreas (Kai Sky)  :: Hitch a ride on that humming wing, glance up at all those remaindered stars, the … Continue reading →

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Giggles at 3, Guffaws at 5

Posted on April 23, 2021 by whimsygizmo

It’s happy (ever after) hour in the forest of the wayward princess wildlings.  They’ve been shaken by trees, and stirred by breeze, and they’re ready for another round of pixie pickup sticks.  The river’s flowing fineand so’s the blackberry wine, and they’ll share if you dare to shed your crown and stick around.  … Continue reading →

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Completely Smashed

Posted on April 24, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. against this midnight-silent sky, he is all rum -bled song (how many bottles of beer on the wall? We’ve lost count.) He’s cashed in and crashed on our couches and trashed his last joint and pointed at that tattle-tale … Continue reading →

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Vermeer & Vermouth

Posted on April 4, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  We traipse the halls and wander the walls, …………………shaken, …………stirred by oil and blur.   .. In April, we poem. 

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sipping sunshine

Posted on February 26, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. , all that yellow jacket honey -coated daybreak, broken -open dawn. a yawn of moon aiding and a-bedding herself in snowy mountain morning duvet. a fray of sky fabric, billowed soft by breeze. …………………….shaken, …………………….stirred, whirred by one last … Continue reading →

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sugar, spun

Posted on January 24, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.  she is flung, thread-thin and gossamer -gone. paint her rasp -berry bubble gum pink, drink her poured over ice, shaken slight, stirred twice.   .. A Twitter poem for Mama Zen’s Words Count prompt, a play it again toads.

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