Jellybelly Saturday Night
The only right place to put jelly
is on toast and then into your belly..
Then when you are sated
and fully elated,
go sit it in front of the telly!
for the Limerick Challenge, the prompt was Jelly
| Welcome to “The Numbers Game #128.” Come play along. Today’s number is 745 |
Capitol Hill
He tolls the bell, this liar son
saying that the war he’s won.
He casts his spell, pretending that
the tricks he pulls out of his hat
are gospel truth as he finds fault
with saner men who try to halt
his lies and tricks and machinations
with news reports and protestations
that find him guilty of heinous acts
while he hits back with money’s power
as all around him succumb and cower
fearing their own loss of station,
fortune, job, or reputation.
“It’s fine,” they sigh, “and meant to be
so long as it advances me!”
For The Sunday Whirl #760 the prompt words are:
tolls spell inclined mind find sigh hit guilty fine fault liar
Revelation
That person who was the past me–
that person that you may not see,
indeed, is still somewhere inside
where all the other-of–me’s hide.
In my dreams, we all collect––
our chatter what you might expect––
a hodgepodge of past gains and ills,
both lollipops and bitter pills.
But good or bad, they add up to
what puts me here in touch with you.
Where I reveal the all of me
and put it out for you to see––
one thing leading to the next––
trustingly exposed as text.
Avove is the image that served as a prompt for What Do You See:? The poem above is how it inspired me.
My sister Patti in the first photo. The second is me, with friends, setting off from New York on the S.S. Ryndam.
Coincidence?
For my junior year in college, I set out upon a trip around the world on the S.S. Ryndam. I was enrolled in World Campus Afloat––a semester abroad. It was no disappointment to me that prior to setting off, they closed the Suez Canal, so instead we had to sail around the coast of Africa and through the Cape of Good Cope. Our African stops turned out to be my favorite and would eventually lead to other visits and even a year and a half stay, but that is not the story I’m telling today. My story happened in Beijing, where Indira Ghandi threw a reception where Ravi Shankar played for us. Amazing. Afterwards, different University students took us to a number of activities around the city and my friend and I wound up at a party in an apartment where I ended up sitting on the sofa next to a student who had just returned from a visit to the States. Where was I from in the states? he asked, and I answered that I’d grown up in South Dakota but that previous to World Campus Afloat, I’d attended two years at the University of Wyoming. He found this interesting as what a coincidence…when in the states, he had visited a friend in Newhall, Wyoming. Had I ever been there, he asked? Yes, my roommate my Freshman year had been from there, I answered, and also, my sister’s roommate and good friend was from there. And what was my sister’s name, he asked? Patti Dykstra, I said, and his eyes grew huge as he seized both of my hands in his and revealed that he had talked to her for hours at a party he’d gone to at her friend’s house in Newhall just four days before. It had been over four months since I’d seen my sister, but he’d seen her four days before at a party half way around the world. What are the chances? True story.
for SOCS the prompt is “coincidence.”
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Be they decorative, protective or both, tablecloths are just background to the good times that go on around them.
“Tablecloth” is the prompt for the Ragtag Daily Prompt
Hell’s a Poppin
This week’s fibs below!
1. What is the difference between Biweekly and a Fortnight? One is a periodical for pansexuals, the other a military periodical.
2. How much oil would your lantern need to last a fortnight? None. It will last with or without oil. How much oil would your lantern need to stay lit for a fortnight is a different thing entirely.
3. If you spent a fortnight in Paris, what would you see? Lots of soldiers.
4. What’s the difference between a microchip and a micro chip? One hit on the space bar.
5. What’s brown, shiny and sizzles? Dog poopies on a hot sidewalk.
6. How is the best way to make lemonade? With lemons.
7. How many types of coke are there? Two. Liquid and Powder.
8. Why was a sundae glass so named? All the other days of the week were taken.
9. What is hellsapoppin? Headline of the Inferno Gazette the day Orville Redenbacher arrived.
10.What did the Knights of the Round Table do during the day? Catch up on their sleep.
For Fibbing Friday.
jdb photo
Something Old
Love is a narcotic that makes us think we’re wise-—
nature’s slick conspiracy for matching girls and guys.
It hangs around in barrooms, obscured in eyes and talk,
and before you know it, it makes you walk the walk
down rose-petaled aisles on your way to say “I do,”
in something new or borrowed and something old and blue.
Then love becomes a train wreck, beginning with the pastor
and continuing through daily life until the last disaster
when “I do” becomes “I won’t,” and all love’s vows once-spoken
wind up in love’s dump heap—abandoned, crushed and broken.
Blame it all on Cupid, that chubby little liar,
who never warns us that new love is likely to expire.
For dVerse Poets “Something old. . .” Prompt
Darn. I took so long trying to find an illustration for the “Something Old, Something New”. . .’ prompt that the Mr. Linky link lapsed, so here it is. for Open Link Night.
For Bushboy’s Last on the Card
I couldn’t resist adding the last 8 on the card for the month of May. The moth was clinging to the latch of my entrance gate when a friend came to visit. Earlier, when I was in the hot tub, I got the rest of the photos. Ollie visiting Frida on the roof, and some vegetation scooped from the pool on my pool scoop. The statue was taken at the Nueva Posada during Friday’s reading.
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