we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -


My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Friday, January 29, 2010

the candy store...

been wantin’ me some candy    
somethin’ sugary and sweet
sure come in handy

been wantin’ me somethin’ sweet
just a little ole’ treat
so i head right down the street

down to the corner candy store
gonna pick and choose and pick agin
a little now and then some more
think i’ll have me a big old’ licorice stick
to put between my ruby red lips
yeh, that might be my pick

maybe a gooey milky way
send me straight to the stars
leadin’ me all astray

or a chocolate covered cherry
just wanna little suga’ fix
sure don’t wanna marry

git to the door and what’d ya know
candy store ain’t what it usta be
pickin’s is slim and bizness is slow

so i turn me ‘round and head on back
the lesson to be learned i guess
fix me my own little sweet snack


Susan Deborah said...

Me as well . . .

Joy and dreams of something sweet,

Protege said...

Checkers.;)) And candy, and sweets, rings so familiar.;)) Great poem, loved it:;)
Thank you so much for your lovely comment yesterday; yes he has a twin brother and another set of twin brothers.;)) Four boys (no single ones though.;)I did not know you were Irish, that is so fascinating.;)
Have a nice Friday,


hey lady susan! thanks so much for dropping by over here - have a great day!


good morning zuzana - oh, thanks so much for the comment about the candy store - and about the irish boys! even if no single ones! but drat!!!! and what a mess of boys, too!!!! wow! very neat! yes, my paternal grandmother hails from county antrim and i long to visit my homeland there - and in the highlands of scotland - and in france - a mix, we are, to be sure!

Nevine said...

Oh, Jenean, where is the nearest old-fashioned candy store where, yes, I can get me a real licorice stick? You're so right. I'm too afraid to buy candy anymore... all of it is filled with that yucky aspartame that damages the brain! When I find a candy store, I go crazy, like a little kid.

Your little piece made me smile... :-)

Have a lovely weekend!


Deb Kirkeeide said...

I want Candy...!

fun fun!

Rick said...

hmm.GW- it's never as good as we remember it, is it? ~rick

Deboshree said...

Sweet Jenean!

I couldn't stop smiling all through the poem.I like it!

But do tell me what exactly you had in mind when you wrote this..want to know what brought forth such an unusual poem.

Lots of love and hugs

Roger Gauthier said...

this is why I always stay inside, Jenean: I'm no candy!

And if you believe that...


oh, candyman - uh, sorry, i mean, roger! you silly goose!


dearest nevine - well, you know, there's the artificial sweetner - and then there's the real thing - sugar! glad you were smiling here - so was i!!! oh, and i'm always like a little kid in candy store - or so my adult children tell me!!!


deb, me, too - hence, the little fluff fluff tidbit here! glad you enjoyed - sometimes - actually, a lot of the time, life and love just need to be a little, a lot of fun!


hmmmmm.....rick -
thanks for taking time to come by and leave a note - i just left your place - and now must just absorb -


and dear dear deboshree! well, i'm smiling now reading your note - and i was smiling when i penned these little words of spoof and fun - so glad you enjoyed!

oh, and you'd have to check with that big rambunctious full moon up there as to the why of such as this!