Family Fridays-Who Is She?

She is a poet caring for no fame,

Not everyone knew her name,

Single and happy, always playing a game,

She would say: “I keep modifying

I don’t want to be the same.”


Solitude may knock her in her head,

Emptiness may be obvious in her bed.

Uneasiness could echo to make her feel sad,

But she would say: “I keep on following

Where the leaders led.”


She may try,

She may not reach her goal,

But her spirits is never going to die.

Befriend with her, you will know

she is the friend you never want to say goodbye.


When the sun rises,

She is the time.

When the poet composes,

She is the rhyme.

Who is she?

She is Trisha, a major role of our Poets” Family.


From Trisha –> Jingle:

You Truly Rock Award From Trisha

Unique Sweet Jingle Award

Jingle is our Fairy of Spring N Sunshine Award

God Bless Your Beautiful Heart Sweet Jingle Award

Trisha bestowed Jingle the above  beautiful awards,

how sweet she is! The poem is dedicated for

her, thank you, Trisha, for being sweet and positive. xxx

From Jingle –> Trisha:

You Are A Trail Blazer Poet Award

You Are A Happy Company Award

Hope that you enjoy the TWO awards above, Trisha!


Family Is Special To Me Award

The Most Intelligent Fairy Award

4 awards from Trisha (on top) +2 awards from Jingle (on bottom)

=6 awards for the following friends.

Keeping up with the Schultz Family


The Zen Of Motherhood


The Poetry Wagon…

Thom’s Pace 4 Well Whatever..


Luisa Doraz



Stony River: a writing life

For I am blessed!

Terra Del Sole

June Freaking Cleaver

Peterson~St. Louis

Ann @ Tin & Sparkle

Alice Audrey

Trisha: Happy Family Friday,

Enjoy 8 awards back to You!

Amy and Lori are cohost for Family Fridays!

55-You Have…I Have…

You have a wife to defend,
I have a garden to tend.
You have kids to raise,
I have roses to praise.
You have bills to pay,
I have weeds to weed.
You have floor to mop,
I have tools to shop.
You have family, friends
And love to share,
I have flowers to spare.


Write a a poem, or anything that is fiction  in 55 words. Give it a try and notify G-man

I used web tool to count my writing which is exactly 55 words… WORDCALCULATOR


Awards for commenting this post is at:

Please feel free to take what you want from the awards list after commenting on this post, thank YOU.

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Happy Time Means…

Happy Time Means

Mothering Time,

Talking Time,

Snuggling Time,

Loving Time,

Beach Time,

Holiday Time,

Girl Friend Time,

Dressing up Time,

Poetry Time,

Cultural Time,


Honoring Tradition Time.


Happy Time for You is ________?

Thank You for reading and commenting!

Happy Thursday!

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Mothering Time

Talking Time

Snuggling Time

Loving Time

Beach Time

Holiday Time

Girl Friend Time

Dressing Up Time

Poetry Time

Culture Time

Honoring Tradition Time.

Theme Thursday-I Can Ride A Bike With No Handle Bars (Lyrics)

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars

No handlebars
No handlebars
Look at me, look at me

hands in the air like it’s good to be
and I’m a famous rapper
even when the paths’re all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to “De Colores”
And “I’m Proud to be an American”
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome

No metronome
No metronome
I can see your face on the telephone

On the telephone
On the telephone
Look at me

Look at me
Just called to say that it’s good to be
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule
Look at me

Look at me
Driving and I won’t stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let’em all die in exasperation
Have’em all healed of their lacerations
Have’em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don’t like’em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars

No handle bars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars

No handlebars
No handlebars


Watch or Listen to this lyrics on Youtube at:


This is a lyrics someone else wrote and I post it

for Theme Thursday (bike) at Theme Thursday

Jingle learned how to ride a bike at the age of 7, everyone in my family rides

bikes, and my younger son can RIDE HIS BIKE WITH NO HANDLEBARS  ;).

And for Thursday Poets Rally!

I want to say thank you to Moondai for her kind nominations, xxx

Referring to The Perfect Poet Award Week 15, which Jingle accepts here.

For week 16, Jingle wishes to nominate Brian Waystationone, William at William

And Wordwand at Wordwand (These three are finalized for week 16)

Have FUN, everyone!

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The Perfect Poet Award Week 15

Magpie Tale-The Magical Wish

The following is a Magpie Tale.


BJ is twelve years old and is a tomboy. She enjoys exploring everything around her and has wild imaginations.

BJ is the only child in her family. Her name comes from her parents, B from her Dad Bob, J from her Mom June.

The family lives in a country side village of North America, with their house surrounded by rows of trees.  Bob makes a living as a carpenter, June is a housewife, she grows vegetables in their family garden and sells some of them to locale town folks in nearby market place. BJ grows up closed to her Dad.

Even since BJ begged her parents for permission to build her a tree house so that she could reside within, she got her parents worried and frowned more often.

They love her, more than anything in the world, but this idea frightens them, they worry about her safety…eventually Bob and June give up, they wanted to make BJ happy.  Bob and June, especially Bob would do anything for BJ! After careful considerations; Bob built BJ the most beautiful tree house with the finest wood.

On the night BJ moved to her tree house, Bob handed her a wooden stick that is capped with silver.

“Start tonight, stars bright, hold this tight, you will be alright.” Bob handed the wooden stick to BJ, it has been a lovely pain  for Bob to see his baby girl grow up and shine like the sun and try to stay more distant from him in other cases.

“Please don’t feel bad, I know how to protect myself, DAD.” BJ gave Bob a bear hug and kissed him on his cheeks.

Their eyes met, both smiled.

After her Dad left, BJ bolted her door and settled herself comfortably in her bed. Everything in her bed is familiar, her pink bed sheets, her pink blanket; her favorite pillow …

The wooden stick is something that is novel and strange to BJ. She held it close to smell the fresh paint and found herself enjoy the feeling of holding it. It is such a treasure, because it is made by hand and with love, from her intelligent Dad.  BJ always feels proud of her DAD and admires his top skills in making delicate sets of furniture.

“I wish I can swim in the sea.” BJ closed her eyes with her cheeks resting on the skin of her wooden stick, and she made her wish, unconsciously!

All of a sudden, a force like electric current transforms from the stick to BJ, and in no time, before BJ knows what’s going on, she is flying above the sky with her wooden stick in her arms. “Help”. BJ screams but she finds that her voice is too weak to be heard by people on earth, all she could see or feel is the strong current inside her body, keeping her up in the air like a balloon, and she is among the twinkling stars.

After she feels completely lost, with her body as weak as a teabag, she finds her body falling from the sky, All the way down with accelerating speed.

“I am going to die.” A faint voice cries in BJ’s head.

BJ closes her eyes and stops thinking.

“Splash”. BJ lands on the water of the Pacific Ocean.

“What’s going on?” BJ bites her lips, again, nobody is near to hear her.

When BJ finally finds her consciousness, she finds herself wearing a black diving suit and is swimming like a fish under the sea.  All sorts of sea creatures wave hello to her, they follow

her behind and in no time, she swims with schools of fish behind her…She sees the most beautiful corals …BJ is entertained and smiles like an angel.

“Free at last. “ BJ tells herself.

“BJ, Time for breakfast.” Mom’s voice comes with a strong knock on her tree house door.

BJ opens her eyes, and knows that she has spent her first night at her tree house, and she is

safe and sound, ready for a new day, with her loving family.

The magical wish…BJ winks before she opens the door for her Mom.

In the days, weeks, months, years to come, the black wooden stick would stand against white washed wall of her bathroom during daytime, but when BJ is ready to go to sleep, her Dad would always remember to take the stick to BJ’s tree house.

“Start tonight, stars bright, hold this tight, you will be alright.” Bob will hand the wooden stick to BJ, the way he did in the first time, but with growing confidence in his voice.

“Thanks  a ton, Dad.” BJ would put herself in Bob’s arms and hold him tight, kiss his Dad goodbye.

And their eyes met, they both smile.

BJ wishes she could share her adventures with her parents, but she never did.

She is afraid of breaking the magical spell between her father and she, and she prefers to think that her DAD knows, he must know he has given his daughter a magical stick, a power that could protect BJ and offers her anything or everything a good girl could ever asks for or dreams about.

The magical stick is the power of love, the love between a father and a daughter.

BJ will always hold her stick when she is ready for bed, and she will close her eyes and make a wish!


Hello, how are YOU?

This is Jingle’s first attempt in writing a short story magpie tale, I guarantee you,

it is original and hope that you do spend time reading the whole story and

gets the theme out of it for a treat. Happy Tuesday!

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Micro-Fiction Monday Week 1-Help Me, Please!

“Kitty, May I help you with anything?”
“Would you mind getting down
and follow me out of town?”
“Oh, cheese,
help me, please!”

Hello, how Are You?
Welcome to Micro-fiction Monday,
Where the picture paints 140 characters,
or even fewer.
For more information, check it out
at SUSAN’S Enjoy the fun!
Jingle’s post contains 138 characters,
space included…
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She Was Afraid of Men

She was afraid of men,

She refused to think

About the rumors and sin

of the night.

When she saw a rooster flirt with a hen,

Her heart starts to sink

While unstoppable pain

dominates her brain, not alright.

She is chased by a clown

in her home town,

She gave him a frown

and left him to be alone.

The clown wrote a love song

and tried to come along,

But she placed a chain across her locked door

and had herself fainted on the floor.

A guy who is shy

determines to give his try.

They do distanced walk,

They do telephone talk,

She insists she needs no men’s approaches,

He believes he desires no woman’s touches.

They become best friends

Living together


This story ends.


Hello, how are U?

I grew up being taught by family members that

a woman shall have self-respect and never

beg a man for love….

Maybe it is true, maybe not, people are all

different and have various values.

I write this poem with the woman and the man

exhausted in their own perspectives simply for fun!

hope that you enjoy a beautiful Sunday afternoon!

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Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry

Sunday Special-In Honoring Three Poets And More

Greetings,  Jingle is excited to honor THREE special

blogging friends or poets who are BOTH followers of Jingle

and MEMBERS of Thursday Poets Rally in the past 15 week.

Leadership Award

The Most Talented Poet Award

Happy At Work Award

William, The Three Awards R 4 U,

Jingle is thrilled that William finally find a

job and thus plan to honor his long time

leadership, friendship and love with Jingle.

Please visit William at william to say hello ;).

Leadership Award

The Most Talented Poet Award

Happy At Work Award

Jamie, The Three Awards above R 4 U.

Jamie writes elegant poems and she has been working

since this Monday, she is missed by Jingle and other

fellow poets or blogging friends, because she could not post

that often, but she does find time coming over to comment

and encourage Jingle and support Thursday Poets Rally.

Please visit Jamie at Jaymie today to say hello. 😉

Leadership Award

The Most Talented Poet Award

Published Poet Award

Brian Miller, Hope that YOU Enjoy The Three Awards Above.

This Morning, Jingle is excited to know from Brian’s Sunday 160 post

today that he has a poem acceptance letter in stock and he will be a published

poet who has been Thursday Poets Rally member ever since week 1. Jingle is

very proud of his accomplishment and wish to encourage our fellow poets to

submit your poems, keep reading and writing poetry, and keep coming

back to attend our successful Thursday Poets Rally. Brian Miller shall be

your role model, he is the one you all shall learn EVERYTHING from,

both on creative writing and on family life, blogging integrity, and leadership

role around the globe… Please visit Brian at Brian today to congratulate him

and read his poem which is to be published in May 😉 .


Now, The Following are for ALL of U, including William, Jamie, and Brian,  Jingle will NOT pick

particular followers to award this time. Enjoy, my friend.

No matter where you are, if you read this post, please feel free to take

the following friendship tags or awards and enjoy, or share with your friends.

April Love, April Shower Award

Your Blog Rocks Award

You Are A Gem Award

Merry Wishes Award

Blessing YOU Award

Happy Sunday,

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