A Marketing Plan

I’ve got a plan to sell
a plan to fame
a plan to get money
a dazzling scheme
I’ll network and connect
and shout and tell.
The only thing I’m
lacking is something
to sell.

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An Ode to the Bern

And now I give you an ode to Bernie –

You’ll rarely see his mug on FOX
or sitting in a corporate box.
He doesn’t hang out on CNBC,
or get paid by corporations for a speaker’s fee.
The media owned by the insanely rich
isn’t the outlet of choice for his political pitch.
For corporate media has become old news,
and other newer avenues, he does choose.
He emails, blogs, twitters, and does the Eff Bee –
he’s gone directly to the people, for all to see
that there’s another direction for us to turn –
let’s share the wealth and feel the Bern!
– Karen Wingoof

 

 

Fricassee and Blunderbuss

An Ode to the Words That Make Me Laugh

Fricassee and fracas, kerfuffle and prodgious
Prestidigitation and preposterous obsequious-ness
Bovine and waddle, flummoxed fracas
Cacophony and kiester, blunderbuss balderdash-as
Ubiquitous shenanigans, and discombobulat’ed
Debacle and brouhaha, and truly twitter-pated.

– Karen Molenaar Terrell

T’was Two Weeks Afore Christmas

T’was Two Weeks Afore Christmas

T’was two weeks afore Christmas and all through Eff Bee
not a creature was stirring – not a she, he, or me
We were prostrate and spent from the holiday bustle
not a twitch could be seen from the teeniest muscle.

We lay all unblinking in our respective beds
while visions of gift-wrapping swirled through our heads
And clad in our jammies and our way cool madcaps
we had the vague hopeful hope our bodies would take naps.

Holiday jangles and jingles pinged through our brains –
Presley, Crosby, and Mathis taking us down memory lanes –
and would we remember every member to be gifted?
We mentally went through our lists, hoping none were omitted.

There were homes to be decorated and cards to be sent,
parties, caroling, and cookie-making, and we hadn’t made a dent.
But with a collective sigh we remembered there and then
that it’s really about good will to all creatures, women, and men.

And so our thoughts finally settled and our bodies relaxed
as we thought of those we love and a world festooned in pax.
With our hearts wrapped in kindness and the world as our ‘hood
We’re all brethren and sistren – and verily, it’s all good!

– Karen Molenaar Terrell, from A Poem Lives On My Windowsill (available on Amazon.com)

green shoes Christmas

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