tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post654436349347727523..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: Image Prompt: Kitchen Sink DramaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-60825615202436305732009-04-04T01:03:00.000-04:002009-04-04T01:03:00.000-04:00Mama Salmon's crazy, thoughShe didn't start that w...Mama Salmon's crazy, though<BR/>She didn't start that way<BR/>If you want to know what happened<BR/>Hear the tale I tell today...<BR/><BR/>Babe was yawning. Babe was stretching.<BR/>He had almost gone night-night<BR/>Then Hijinks Johnny tiptoed in and<BR/>Well, that boy ain't right<BR/><BR/>The kettle was a-steamin'<BR/> Johnny - who was kinda dumb-<BR/>Reached up and grabbed the kettle -<BR/>Meandering Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00464355148386507875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-15440459395066663032009-03-25T02:52:00.000-04:002009-03-25T02:52:00.000-04:00Thanks JAMES.Your saying so has further charged me...Thanks JAMES.<BR/>Your saying so has further charged me up.<BR/>and yes as you said<BR/><BR/>"But what's most disturbing,<BR/>And makes this less fun,<BR/>If you look in his left hand,<BR/>He's holding a gun."<BR/><BR/>I too found the gun quite disturbing.Thought to use it but at the same time the child's innocence came into my mind.<BR/>And yes combining artist's thoughts with a poem seemed maglomaniachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-61365356828462288692009-03-24T22:11:00.000-04:002009-03-24T22:11:00.000-04:00The chaos in this scene is hysterical. Yet the wom...The chaos in this scene is hysterical. Yet the woman's face is still calm. Or, perhaps, it's the calm before the storm?WHY?https://www.blogger.com/profile/03189184991051926997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-42570535756524224972009-03-24T14:06:00.000-04:002009-03-24T14:06:00.000-04:00I strongly recommend you visit his blog. I did an...I strongly recommend you visit his blog. I did and it's terrific.Stephen Dell'Ariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01172035879922310079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-6859898431828661712009-03-24T13:00:00.000-04:002009-03-24T13:00:00.000-04:00I can't really do a rhyme or a poem about this won...I can't really do a rhyme or a poem about this wonderful painting. I can say that I love the old look of the kitchen and she looks a little past childbearing days and maybe that is why the little boy is pointing his finger and has a play gun in his hands. Or at least we think it is a play gun/water gun. She seems to not want to be bothered other than just holding the baby. He could be yelling atGlorV1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06789212398770555465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-38150339522020171972009-03-24T10:26:00.000-04:002009-03-24T10:26:00.000-04:00Great painting John! So funny. I have some very ...Great painting John! So funny. I have some very morbid lines in mind, I don't want to sully up Nancy's blog. :-)Catherine Viberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01354073276671196477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-68340188221180551872009-03-24T05:59:00.000-04:002009-03-24T05:59:00.000-04:00Harsha, your poem was very well done, and quite ap...Harsha, your poem was very well done, and quite appropriate..Good job.<BR/><BR/><BR/>BEWITCHIN' KITCHEN<BR/><BR/>Strange days in the kitchen,<BR/>Is what came to mind,<BR/>When I first saw this picture,<BR/>The odd things I could find.<BR/><BR/>On the counter sits a bottle,<BR/>that contains a small man.<BR/>And Ma's holding a baby,<BR/>But where's her right hand?<BR/><BR/>The kid sticks his James Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14780546357335117813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-82568901961605979712009-03-24T02:40:00.000-04:002009-03-24T02:40:00.000-04:00ENVYThere is my motherand there is my brotherI lov...ENVY<BR/><BR/>There is my mother<BR/>and there is my brother<BR/>I love my mother<BR/>and I love my brother<BR/><BR/>Brother now cries<BR/>mother please make some fries<BR/>Coz I am hungry<BR/>after hitting a sundry<BR/><BR/>You loved me so much<BR/>you hugged me with a wonderful touch<BR/>With my bit of things to munch<BR/>washing me keeping away the stench<BR/><BR/>But now only I love you<BR/>maglomaniachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com