jonni f

We own a flock of 10 ducks and geese...they have an ample yard, with pond, but we are not having any luck with what to lay on the ground...sod didn't work, mulch didn't work...help!!

Ok, so I live with 2 female border collies, and we recently added a newfie puppy (male) to the mix...this weekend, the border collies got into a no holds barred fight....any suggestions on alleviating the tension in the house?

I recently added a Newfoundland puppy to my family, and while his a joy 95% of the time, his teething is driving us nuts! We are all covered with cuts and scratches from him chewing, chewing, chewing....

HoHoHo

By Jonni F.

Trudging through the icy slush

urge myself to rush, rush,rush.

These clients want to try my wares,

should I show them, should I dare?

Not Beaujolais, and not Merlot,

it's straight to Hundred Proof I go,

I'll pour a little, just a tot

they'll like this stuff,

yes, quite a lot.

We'll toast the season,

yes we will,

then I will move in,

for the kill.

Buy it now,

the price is right,

Happy Christmas to all,

and to all, a good night.

Moonlight in Winter

By Jonni F.

Dancing across the frozen grass,

glowing , waltzing, graceful

on the frost.

Like shimmering diamonds

to the eye.

Breath is icy as I speak,

my clouds reflect the silver hues.

Captivated, held in awe -

by a private luminous moment,

I stretch my arms to embrace

the dancing beams.

Sitting with my kids around

old traditions, somehow new,

tears are pooling in my eyes,

my heart calls out to you.

Laughter filling up my house,

singing, dancing too,

an almost perfect holiday -

my heart cries out for you.

So you are there, and I am here,

just know that this is true -

no matter where you live your life,

my heart will be with you.

Drambuie

By Jonni F

Drambuie, Drambuie

sip, sip, sip -

Nectar of Gods

across the lips.

Pour it straight in a glass,

or try it with ice -

Both ways you will find

are really quite nice.

Drambuie, Drambuie,

the legend is told -

our love for you

shall not grow old.

Fine Wine

By Jonni F.

"Would you care to try some wine?" I said,

"It's a lovely California Red,

not too sweet, not too dry,

I'd love for you to have a try"

He shook his head, and said "Oh, no,

wine is not the way I go -

Can't you show me something new,

maybe scotch from aisle two?"

I shook my head and said "I guess"

(paying clients, they know best)

Opened bottle, poured a pop,

he shook his head and said "don't stop"

I rolled my eyes, and poured some more

and started spewing whiskey lore.

He downed the shot with one last sip,

he sighed, and even licked his lips.

No wine was bought that crazy day,

Scotch whiskey was the only way.

I've learned this lesson, and it's true,

Open a bottle, they'll come to you.

A Poem for Sambuca

By Jonni F.

Love at first sight,

the small black pup and I.

Eyes like midnight,

that seemed to look

into my soul.

(and loved me anyway)

Nothing but love,

this small black pup,

for everything and everyone.

Wagging her whole body,

love shaking off her

with every move.

A decade and more

of unquestioning love.

Never wavering,

never a doubt.

Held the paw

of that small black pup,

and stroked her silky fur,

The midnight eyes looked into mine...

with love at last sight.

Memories

By Jonni F.

Your written word wakes up

some dormant corner of my mind.

Some casual phrase brings joy and love

rushing back to me,

like a freight train.

Reading on, the thoughts continue,

jumbled, racing through my soul.

Happy times,

when love was safe,

and the whole world was right.

The written memories that you share,

have given this to me.

A Life Passage

By Jonni

Walking down the busy street,

darting in and out

of crowds of people,

all rushing to get

nowhere, in particular.

Single minded in my determination,

time is the essence,

rushing, always rushing,

to get from here to there.

Never noticing the life

surrounding me,

the teeming activity

filling the street.

Stooped old lady

blocks my way,

fumbling with her bags.

I stop and reconsider

my chosen path.

And help her.

At Last

By Jonni F.

Never felt these feelings,

peace, quiet,

undemanding presence.

Feel it the air,

low grade static,

or is it simply, joy?

Enveloping me,

warm, safe, love.

Didn't know,

that this is what

I'd been searching for.

And here it is.

At Last.

Mojitos

by Jonni F.

Mojito time is over!

I thank the powers that be.

My muddler's been broke in two,

Enthusiastically!

The mint that grew in my back yard,

is looking pretty sad.

I sprayed it all with Weed-B-Gone,

not even feeling bad!

I've added sugar, rum and fruit,

I've cut a thousand limes,

And now I'm happy to announce,

That it's Martini Time!!!!

The Little Things

By Jonni F.

Fresh bread baking,

babies waking.

Little Things,

here for the taking.

Cats a purring,

breezes stirring,

Little Things that

keep occurring.

A warm embrace,

a smiling face,

these Little Things

are filled with grace.

New leaves on a tree,

dipping toes in the sea,

these Little Things,

are big, for me.

O.N.D.

By Jonni F.

Tis the season

to get crazy.

No time for this girl

to get lazy.

It's right here

for all to see,

the time of year

called O.N.D.

Everything is

cheap, cheap, cheap!

Hurry! Buy!

This sale is deep!

Bacardi's now -

So,Get it Fast!!

This price just isn't

made to last!

Grey Goose you say?

The price is right!

Grab your checkbook!

Don't be tight!

It's sell, sell, sell

8 days a week -

4 hours sleep,

a day, I'll sneak.

The countdown's on,

it's almost here...

O.N.D.

(wish I sold beer!)

Red Leaf

By Jonni F.

Wandering up the cold stone path,

slipping,

moss dampened by early morning rain,

a hint of color

in the corner of my eye.

One red leaf

to break the monotony

of the wet, sticky day.

Crisp, and bright,

The promise of fall.

Untitled

By Jonni F.

Feeling electric,

super-charged,

running on turbo.

No task too difficult,

no journey too long.

Feeling electric.

Enthusiasm pours out,

like sweat..

Sheer joy,

at being alive.

Feeling electric.

Untitled

By Jonni F.

Chains were much too heavy

for the poor old man to bear,

So from his final bedside,

he gave us both a prayer.

"Forgive your mother,

both of you,

your sisters too, I ask"

And in those quiet moments,

it seemed an easy task.

"Make peace with me,

and know,

that I am always by your side".

When that final prayer was done,

the chains were gone,

he died.

Untitled

By Jonni F

There's no breeze today.

Air like soggy cotton candy,

Summer's last hurrah.

Sister

By Jonni F.

We both began,

in the home that wasn't.

I was your child,

you were my god.

I shared your adventures

with my six year old eyes.

You left to find

a home that was,

and I

was all alone.

Values you gave me,

peacock feathers forever engrained.

Books and museums,

new people, new places,

and learning what home could be.

A lifetime later,

we share our adventures,

our triumphs,

our sorrows,

shared like those peacock feathers of long ago.

We have finally found it.

We are home.