Been There, Don That!
I wouldn’t give a nickel, I wouldn’t give a tuppence
to save our expired president from his earned comeuppance.
His service contract’s over. He will not get another.
And hopefully Ivanka won’t, nor will her older brother.
They’ll no doubt muddle on in life, spending their father’s millions,
living on a credit line, maintaining they have billions.
A new guy’s in the White House and we hope he might
prompt a more irenic phase to save us from our plight.
He doesn’t shoot endangered species or found charities to plunder—
proof that future national elections need not echo our past blunder!!!
Prompt words today are muddle, service, comeuppance and irenic. (Irenice=prompting peace or reconciliation.) Image by Jose M. on Unsplash. Used with permission.
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For the Our Eyes Open Challenge: brown birds
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Isidro Xilonzóchitl and Greta McLain are painting this wonderful mural on a wall along the malecon in San Juan Cosala. If anyone else would like to help to contribute for the cost of paint and to recompense them a bit for their labor, I will match contributions up to the first $100 or 2,000 pesos. They’re working on it now, so come see the project as it happens!
This call for contributions is my idea, not theirs, as they have been funding the project themselves. If you have a venmo account, contribute at venmo@goodspacemurals or drop by the maelcon and drop your contributions off there.
I left my blog just before posting to go feed the dogs and cats. Then, an hour later:
(To read the story of why my poetry post was late today, click on photos to enlarge and read captions.)
I’d trimmed the big tree I intend to move down to the spare lot and all the dead bougainvillea and brush from against the front wall,
trimmed back the umbrella plant from where it was interfering with traffic,
weeded the planter below the ferns,
and the front planters,
found the mortar that went with the pestle,
moved the pile of bricks that I’ve been asking Pasiano to move for months from the front garden to the gate to the back garden, (hint, hint)
moved the ammonite fossil from the wall ledge to the ground, where it was safer from nudgings by cats,
found the first stone Bob carved with his new air tool over 25 years ago and moved it up to the wall ledge.
And oh, yes, I actually had fed the cats first, but by the time I made it back to my computer, they’d finished their canned food, leaving some of the dry for an afternoon snack.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge. See her post HERE.
I’m hiding in my broken self, couched down deep inside,
in concord with those hidden parts I find it best to hide.
The most appealing parts of me are ones I choose to show
while the shattered rest of me finds somewhere else to go.
We often come together. We find concord in my dreams
when who I really am comes out to join with whom she seems.
It’s a convocation of past selves and of present—
all my selves from bratty kid to other selves more pleasant.
Those parts that take the smallest piece of cake come face-to-face
with parts that want the biggest piece and put her in her place.
The parts of me once bullied confront their sense of loss,
face up to the bully and for once end up the boss.
Broken hearts are mended and pride put in its place.
In dreams I deal with all my faults that I’m meant to face.
It’s there I meet with former selves that weep or laugh or rage,
and then when I awaken, I put them on the page.
Prompt words for the day are appealing, broken, hiding and concord.
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Again, no color modification has been done. These are the actual colors of this outrageous sunset!!!
After the engagement and the wedding bash,
after opening the presents and putting out the trash,
the groom fell into reverie, staring at the dark
waiting for revelation to ignite a spark.
All his cache of memories no longer served their function.
He longed to hear his bride murmuring words of tender unction.
But she retired early, exhausted from the stress
of all the machinations since she had answered “Yes!”
Thus did another wedding night turn out to be a dud
as wedding over-planning nipped romance in the bud.
Prompt words for today are spark, reverie, groom and cache.
In Mexico, poinsettias don’t go away just because Christmas does.