Lucky Thirteen

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Today, on October 13, i just posted by 13,303rd blog.. which I started in 2013, 13 years ago. That’s a lot of 13s! 

The clinical phobia of the number 13 is known as triskaidekaphobia, but  the number 13 carries a dual meaning across different cultures, symbolizing bad luck and superstition in the West, as well as transformation, renewal and sacred unity in numerology, ancient traditions and other regions.

I’m choosing to take the second meaning and so look forward to transformation, renewal and sacred unity in the remainder of my life!!!

Blast from the Blog for Oct 13

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Morning Protein

Each morning when I waken, I take a little pill;
but though it is to boost my health, today it made me ill.
Before I went to slumber, I poured a glass of Coke
so it would be there in the night if I began to choke.
I know it isn’t usual, but it works for me.
Somehow it works to clear my throat and leaves the passage free.

So when I took my pill this morning, feeling sort of hazy,
I didn’t go for water, but instead I was just lazy.
I lifted up the Coke cup, filled almost to the brim,
and only had a little sip before up to the rim
something solid floated that shouldn’t have been there.
I felt something that tickled––like very coarse stiff hair.

Later, I was glad I hadn’t taken bigger sips,
for as it was, just part of it made it past my lips.
I hurried to the bathroom and spit and spit and spit,
then emptied out the cup and didn’t look at it
as a big dead cockroach went swirling down the drain.
Will I drink without looking? No. Never again.

Blast from the Blog, Oct 13, 2016

“Dem Bones.” Today’s Throwback Edition, Oct 12

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It’s October. Time to start thinking about…..


Dem Bones

The skeletons are all tucked in, safely in their beds
with naughty vitriolic dreams swirling through their heads.
Their atrocious behavior saved for another day,
they will not raise a ruckus. They’re holding it at bay.
They’re resting up for Halloween which is the night that they
will throw aside their covers and come out to play!

For Throwback Edition Oct 12, 2020

Lekythos, for dVerse Poets

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A lekythos (plural: lekythoi) is a type of ancient Greek pottery vessel characterized by a long, narrow body, a slender neck.While occasionally used for personal grooming at baths and gymnasiums, lekythoi were most famously used in funerary rites—placed in graves or used to pour libations for the deceased.

For dVerse Poets Open Link Night

For Cracking Open the Content Time Capsule

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Approaching Seventy

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Approaching Seventy

Careful near the pool edge, careful down the stair.
“Hurry” is disaster’s brand new nom de guerre.
All the things that in the past you might easily dare
are potential dangers hanging in the air;
so don’t stand on a ladder, or even worse, a chair.
It’s different being single than when you were a pair,
for there is no one  with you to see how you might fare.
When coming from the pool, be sure the shoes you wear
do not slip upon the tile–this is your worst nightmare.
If your feet are wet and if they’re also bare,
when you plug in your curling rod, I hope that you take care.
Although I know you’ve always been nimble as a hare,
things all change with age. I say this ’cause I care.
Bones become more breakable and muscles tend to tear,
so please take proper care, dear, in your single lair.
At seventy those second chances tend to be more rare.

(We were asked to reprint a post made on Oct. 9 of an earlier year.  Mine is from 2016.)

Fibbing Friday for Oct9, 2026

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Here is today’s Fibbing Fodder: from Fibbing FridaY:

1. What is frutti di mare? An apple fed to a female horse.
2. What is a rum truffle?  A bar fight staged over the disputed owner of  a Cuba Libre.
3. What is a spicy wedge? A piece of jalapeno pizza.
4. What is cock-a-leekie? An incontinent rooster.
5. What is baked Alaska? Our northernmost state, during a heatwave.
6. What is a battenburg? A sandwich sold at a baseball game.(See illustration.)
7. What is pease pudding? A three-year-old’s request for dessert.
8. What is laverbread? Bread made from edible seaweed.
9. What is a Welsh oggie? A breed of dog.
10. What is crempog? A creamy eggnog made from splitpeas. (I don’t recomment it.)

for Blast from the Blog, Oct 8

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For “Blast from the Blog,” Here is a post from this date (Oct 8) in 2018.

Meters and Rhyme

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Meters and Rhyme

I really cannot fathom a routine that involves running.
The meters that I deal with are in rhyming and in punning.
My decision to work out in feet that do not meet the track
stems from going with my talents, not pursuing what I lack.

For me, excessive exercise is simply not the norm.
I don’t have the deportment nor the interest nor the form.
To blog and not to jog is a decision that’s well-founded.
Apparent by my figure, which is plump and amply rounded.

Putting one foot before the other can be done with fingers, too,
for when  I’m forced to run, I find I’m likely to turn blue!
When it comes to exercises that we’re called to face,
every finish line need not be got to by a race.

 

The prompt words today are plump, routine, fathom and apparent. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/08/rdp-monday-plump/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/10/08/fowc-with-fandango-routine/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/08/fathom/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/10/06/daily-addictions-2018-week-40/apparent

16 thoughts on “Meters and Rhyme”

LOVESICK, for “Throwback Edition”

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  Lovesick

Memories of her
stretch out like a voluptuous lover
over the couch of his mind.
He takes refuge in them in his loneliness,
gathering
the aftereffects of her loss
around him
like a scratchy woolen blanket
drawn by habit,
offering little comfort.

 

FROM OCT 6, 2018

Empty Pockets at Fifty, for dVerse Poets

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Empty Pockets at Fifty

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Empty Pockets at Fifty

My pockets are turned inside out.
No riches do I have to flout.
This state of my intimidation
is perhaps an apt reflection
of my early hesitation
to obtain an education.
Perhaps if I had done my math,
I’d have pursued a richer path!

For the dVerse Poets prompt, we are to write a Quadrille (44-word-poem) on the word, “Pocket.” Strangely enough, I found a poem I wrote to that prompt 5 years ago and coincidentally, it is 44 words long, so I had to repeat it here. I’ve written nearly 5,000 poems over the past 13 years…I’m taking the license to repeat some of them.

Reclaiming the Ship of State, For the Sunday Whirl Wordle #777

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Reclaiming the Ship of State

Let’s show a little backbone and vote for what we believe––
that success is in the giving and not what we receive.
Of course, some think the opposite and I have a hunch
that those beings who think otherwise are a shifty bunch.
“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours,these greedy shysters say,
tallying up their billions before they hit the hay.
They storm our capitols and courts, streaming in enmass
to do their bit by self-rewarding bills and laws to pass.
What care they for the needy––the aged, poor and ill?
So long as they have license their own pocketbooks to fill?
Their diamond rings and yachts and planes do not grow on trees,
so they will requisition your tax dollars, if you please!!!
Therefore, when casting ballots, please remember what you’ve read.
To reclaim our ship of state, you’d best vote Blue, not Red!!!

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle #777 the prompt words are: show backbone beings believe bit storm stream ring scratch hunch