Skinny-dip for “Classic Material” Prompt

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Skinny-dip

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Skinny-Dip

If he’d been more well-imbued,
perhaps the ladies might have queued
to be the one he might have wooed.

Instead, when he swam in the nude,
all the women bathers booed,
making comments  crass and lewd.

His face turned pale, then roseate-hued,
his manner cringing and subdued
as he hurried to elude

each smug and cruel insulting prude—
the cat-callers who stood and viewed
that poor unfortunate naked dude.

As those ladies,smug and rude,
Departed, calling his act crude,
as each one passed me by, I mooed.

The prompt today was “Subdued.” (This is a reblog of my poem published on my blog on October 15, 2016––Ten years ago today.

“Social Security” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 778

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The words to tussle with for The Sunday Whirl 778 this week were: anchor search moment laugh find inhibits comfort always want squirrel spaz auto, but I decided it was too much of a hassle to do so last Sunday. Let’s seen if I’m better equipped to deal with them today!!

Yes.. I admit the illustration is by Meta AI!!!! Shame on me.

Social Security

Protective of my comfort, I don’t search trouble out.
I prefer a sheltered life. It’s true without a doubt.
I’ve never sought to have a match with a spastic squirrel,
for the truth is that I’m an inhibited sorta girl.

I don’t find fun in restless seas. I much prefer an anchor.
Laughter is my favorite state. I do not thrive on rancor.
I always cinch my seatbelt tight when riding in an auto.
I don’t play craps in Vegas and I don’t waste cash on lotto.

Moment by moment, I just want the safest way to be.
On comfort and security, I claim monopoly.
I’m the tamest person that you’ll likely ever see.
“Precautionary” is a word that fits me to a “T.”

 

All Hallow’s Eve for dVerse Poets “This is Halloween”

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All Hallow’s Eve

Scratches on the door and screeches in the night
Swarms of ghoulish children determined to incite
lots of sighs of terror as a shiny harvest moon
rises to full height to a werewolf’s keening tune
accompanied by the rattle of locks attached to chains
dragged along the sidewalks to create refrains
to the ghostly moanings that can’t be soothed by reason,
thanks to macabre images of this ghastly season.
The front gate of the haunted house swings upon its hinges
as warlocks and zombies await us at  the fringes
of the woods that we must cross if we are bent on meeting
all our fellow ghosts and witches bent on Halloweening.

For dVerse Poets“This is Halloween”

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

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