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The Farmer’s solution and our combined Summer story…

The outpour of friends to last weekend’s party was totally amazing and I would like to thank each and every one of you for making it a blast.

I hope it was worth the time of all who attended. The link can be accessed through here for those who were unable to step in. I look forward to seeing you at the end of this month 🙂

We had a riddle to tackle, however due to all the eating and dancing, the poor farmer couldn’t get a suitable suggestion but our Summer poetry story was quite impressively contributed to and a lot of folks spotted the difference  clearly. 🙂

The compilation is below with attributions to contributors. Once again, thank you for the fun.


A poor farmer went to the market to sell some peas and lentils. However, as he had only one sack and didn’t want to mix peas and lentils, he poured in the peas first, tied the sack in the middle, and then filled the top portion of the sack with the lentils.

At the market, a rich innkeeper happened by with his own sack. He wanted to buy the peas, but he did not want the lentils.

Pouring the seed anywhere else but the sack is considered soiling.

To trade in sacks is not allowed. The farmer can’t cut a hole in his sack.

How would you transfer the peas to the innkeeper’s sack, which he wants to keep, without soiling the produce?


Pour the lentils into the innkeeper’s sack, bind it and turn inside out. Pour in the peas. Then unbind the sack and pour the lentils back to your sack.

A little Summer tale…

We wore Summer dresses

spun like flower coloured cotton

that sat on each stalk

a cooking pot and twisted tales

Together we played hopscotch
With bright coloured chalk,
Whispered sweet nothings
Held hands while we walked.


A whisper of soft summer breeze
ruffled the spun flowery cotton
sweet summer scents floated
filling the air with sensuous delight

Soul gifts

We gazed at a World
filled with the promise
of its untold treasures.
Ours to map out in time.

Cybernetic blonde

Stars glittered as we dreamed
Whispered of far places
We slow danced in the dark
Delighting the fireflies

Melinda Kucsera

Ray’s of sunshine glistening on dew
Morning glories meanwhile pushing through
Great friends may seem far and few
Until the blogger party begins

Moody Much

Light on our feet
we did the Harlem shuffle
Supposedly a poverty dance
but none of this matters,
when love takes a chance


sleeveless sundress
golden rays
paint her shoulders

paint her shoulders
tawny hues
show off her white dress

show off her white dress
soft and silken
like rose petals

like rose petals
soft and red
sensual lips


And Blue eyes
Like deep pools
Reflecting the summer skies


Picking fluffy balls,

My soft white hands ached,

But this was our living.

So everybody no matter who

Picked the cotton

And inside I smiled,

Knowing in days not too

Far away; there’d be new–

Cotton dresses for my —

Three Sisters and I,

Whatever the colour or pattern,

Brand new, latest style.

For now, the four of us picked,

In old cotton summer dresses

Sweltering and famished .


Walking down the street

our feet went flip flop

Wondering how far we had gotten


The heat is intense…
I enjoy beach at sunrise,
hide-out afternoon


Despite the oppressive heat
the need to hide from the burning rays
I slide over to you
we chat about the we that we are
we know soon it will cool
the beach will invite us
to walk through the break
hold hands and be young again.


The sun kissed our tresses

And kindled our thoughts on

Where to rest our toes from our walk


Let me tell you that being part of this wonderful crowd is a heartwarming experience and worth every single minute.

You guys are fine gentry. You rock 🙂

We’ll do it again soon.

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A Must Read Tag-along Poem Cooked By All Of Us… Tuesday Trivia


Her eyes shone with tears

That clung to her lashes

She glanced at the ring

It’s twinkles brought back flashes

 Seeking you first

She knew in her heart,

she’d never forget this day.

The emotions she felt,

overwhelming- in a way.


–blue shoes and sashes 

 Melinda Kucsera

she knew where the stash is–

of chocolates liquor splashed,

frosted with white slashes… 


Memories were there

Of Love and of laughter

A future there too

Of happily ever after 

Oba Kingsoracle

At last, he said it

It seemed like forever

But here and now

Her heart for him to keep



She was anticipating all the joy he would bring 

Sarah C

As the band struck a tune….

was it too soon?

the cat crossed their path quickly

And then it was time for giggling 


She spent all that time, years

she would never see those crashes

in trust, it is time to sell that bling. 


He’d bought such a rock,

She couldn’t conceive,

It was bought with his love,

In his love, she believed.


The really special thing

About our love is this

When your not in my arms

Your pheromones I constantly miss!

Elizabeth Zertuche

Of when they first met

Now seen through the years 


The midnight sea glistened

With the moon’s tender touch

Bated breath he listened

He wanted her so much 


Of first dates and kisses

The movies and dances

Writing Mr. & Mrs.

And lifetime romances

Dreamer of Dreams

A lover, a tryst,

A melding of hearts

An evening of mist

And now, they’re apart. 

What Sandra thinks

I’ve missed you, my dear

My arms have been lonely

Come home to me, love

You’re my one and only 


“Flashbacks are scary,

they signal PTSD,

so she knew in a moment

she really must flee.”

Joy indestructible

She heard the song he loved to sing

Salty tears to clean heart’s slashes

Waiting for a new day life to bring

Hope to resolve all angry clashes 

Bitter Sweet

She remembered the past,

As she stood there is her gown.

They has been thru so much,

Thru the ups and downs 

♥♥ FROM US ♥♥

‘A beautiful poem if I may say so myself.’

P.S. I have a strong feeling that some verses got lost in the deluge of comments. Please, if you sent in a contribution and it’s not here, just give me a heads-up so that I can adjust it.

Thank you all for participating. It was fun reading all the contributions 🙂

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha