Rhyming On The Eighth

Author's note: A few of my favorites from this month. JoAnn posted the photos. I am assuming they are hers. She is 80 now.

My favorite for this month!

by JoAnn Boorman

I’m watching a silent movie

I think it’s totally groovy

All in black and white

No sound, that’s alright

Starring Bebe Daniels

Big eyes, like a spaniel’s

Playing Satan Synne

So naughty, I’m all in

Stealing husbands left and right

They fold without a fight

They Give her lots of money

She calls them honey

She’s a nasty little tramp

She is an expert vamp

Robbing those poor boys

While treating them like toys

Cecil B DeMille-a director so cool

This, his 41st silent, he was no fool

I love his movies, there’s no doubt

When I’ve seen them all , I might pout

Author's note: This was my response to JoAnn’s post. It is not my best work, so I won’t boast!

Wow

Now

This has clout

They haven’t been out

For so many years

Bringing laughter and tears

Mom always said to my sister and I, JoAnn

They don’t make movies like they used to, Carrie Anne!

Author’s Note: This next rhyme is from who always starts us off on the eighth, and she is great! First rate!

Carol Verant Arola wrote this:

We made it to FriYay

It got here at last.

The week took so long

I thought it had passed.

It’s also the 8th of August -oh my!

Summer surely has really flown by.

Autumn is upon us hopefully a relief from the heat.

Soon we’ll be wearing boots on our feet.

So, enjoy the weather come rain or sunshine.

Lots of hugs and warm wishes to your heart from mine.

Author’s Note: Now, two others. They are first-rate sisters, this month there were no brothers!

Opportunity Boulevard, by Jenny Wettersten

I devoted the past year

To one aspect of my career.

A deep dive into the study of environmental sustainability,

The topic that means the most to me.

My research done, now prepping for the semester,

A short break down south to pick up a stock trailer.

En route home I stopped to see an old friend,

We toured her farm from end to end.

Three decades of labor, love, and energy,

The land is now restored to native prairie.

In full bloom it was the most beautiful site,

Creatures abound all day and all night.

I headed north, my trailer in tow,

Avoiding the interstate don’t you know.

Coming into Cambridge I saw a street sign,

“Opportunity Boulevard” (I can’t make that rhyme).

I paused for a moment, took my foot off the gas,

Should I turn down that road or should I pass?

Antsy to arrive,

On I did drive.

I spent today as I have several past,

Working hard getting ready for class.

At 6 pm I saw an email just before my computer I did shut,

My Psychology of Sustainability class has been cut.

Perhaps I should have turned right and driven down that lane,

Had I done so would things be the same?

Author’s Note: Last but not least.

~The Sacred Spirit~By JennLee Sawatzky 8/08/2025

Our spirit has many facets like a disco ball,

Turning, transmuting, & reflecting them all.

The power held inside would blow the minds,

So Many wishes granted over endless times.

Change comes easy to those whom work,

Some days that is simply not going bizerck!

We mirror the love, the grief, the pain…

The days full of joy an some filled with rain.

Beautiful things work together to make it grow,

One cannot exist without the other you know…

Each has a reason each has their season,

The point is no matter what we go on people pleasing…

We glitter, we spin, we glow, & shine~

We explode our light then stand tall on our spine…

Never for a second may we slow down,

This is the chaotic mission of a sacred clown.

We twist, we turn, we spin up an around,

Holding ever tightly to things of sight an sound.

If we slow the roll an do not help the world to heal,

The sacred light grows dim within with all that’s real…

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