This little girl looks like she’s already had too much Halloween candy.
You scream. I scream. We all scream for ice cream!
What do you mean you’re out of Snickers bars?
Can’t wait until I grow up and don’t have to do this kid stuff.
Will trick and treat for Kleenex
You only have apples left????
Anton Wills-Eve commented on “Stronger”: “Judy, as you have just proved that ‘Brevity is the soul of wit’, give us a poem on this.”
Poem for Anton, as to the mourning period of the 23-year-old porn star upon the death of her 91 year old husband:
Her grief
was brief.
(This is a little extra just thrown in for my friend Anton. The rest of the poems written to your quotes will follow over the next three days.)
Top and Bottom
I pass it on my way back home from everywhere I go,
and every time my car just seems to naturally slow
and even if I’ve recently finished a big meal,
and much as I vow this time I won’t turn the wheel,
still something else takes over and I turn into the street
where the ice cream vendor sells his icy sweet.
I do not have to leave my car, just pull up to his booth some
and drive away in minutes with a treat that’s sweet and toothsome.
Vanilla on the bottom and strawberry on the top–
he has my order ready as I come to a full stop.
And since I always buy it when I’m on my way back home,
I eat all the ice cream, but I save my dogs the cone.
Though I think it’s my secret, I’m not fooling anyone;
for though they only see me when my ice creaming is done,
there is evidence of strawberry spilled down the front of me
as well as evidence behind that everyone can see.
This ice cream is delicious–never too bland or cloying,
yet I fear its overuse is interfering with my “boying.”
For though a gal might overlook the fact a guy is tubby,
I’ve yet to find the man who likes a woman who’s too chubby.
That’s why it’s been two months since my addiction I have kicked,
and in that time nary an ice cream have I ever licked.
So if you see that I’ve resumed this nasty ice cream habit,
you have my permission to intervene and grab it.
For I can wipe the Ice cream off both my blouse and lips,
but it’s not easily removed from down there on my hips
where you can see remains of it as I come and go.
Some deposited above, the rest seen far below.
In the absence of will power, I could use an ice cream cop
lest I wear vanilla on my bottom and strawberry on my top!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Breakdown.” Tell us about a habit you’d like to break.
Tradescantia Pallida: Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge, 8/15/2015
The common name for this purple-accented vining plant is “Wandering Jew” This particular variety has such beautiful little flowers that I had to present them.
The Proposal
How did you make your way into my heart?
Quick, tell the answer before we next part.
Come into my comfort, then comfort me back.
The way of the pair beats the way of the pack.
Reasons are given for all that we do–
For the ways that we love and the ways that we woo.
Approving my actions in loving you is
What wins you my love and wins you this kiss.
We swear to each other that we will be true
Like all the lovers in storybooks do.
Like brides and their bridegrooms and lieges and kings,
We shall swear our obeisance and seal it with rings.
What others have done is what we will do.
Approving tradition will make one of two.
For the rest of our lives, if they revile and chide us,
Reason’s not the only thing that will guide us.
The love we keep strong will keep us together.
Come be my steed, and I’ll be thy tether.
Quick, take my hand and give me thy pledge.
How we’ll kiss in the meadow and roll in the sedge.
(Judy’s note: If you haven’t already noticed, please look for the quote within the poem.
Actually, it is repeated twice. Hint: Look at the bold words.)
Listen to the Babe was the person who invited me to do this three-part prompt. See her blog HERE.
listen to the babe has passed this prompt on to whomever would like to participate and I have accepted the challenge.
“Will Work for Quotes”
rules: For 3 consecutive days, write a poem related to a quote you dig. Nominate three WP bloggers whom you’d like to do the same.
What I’d like to do is have each of three people reading this blog to send me a quote to write a poem about. I’ll write poems for the next three days using the quotes from the first three people who send them. Please attach your quotes as comments below.
Wonderful! I had the three quotes within minutes. Thanks so much, Tina, Marilyn and Owen. I’ll write a poem a day for the next three days.
This is my big sister Patti and I. She is holding her doll “Adorable.” and I am holding my brand new Tiny Tears doll. More about her below. The admiring little girl in the middle was my much older sister’s Carnival doll–won for her by some boyfriend.We are in my big sister Betty’s bedroom–all green and white and black plaid. Very sophisticated, we thought. I learned how to read cursive trying to read Betty’s love letters in a little cedar box on top of the chest of drawers to my right in the picture.
Dolls I have Owned (This post is really for Marilyn, but if you like dolls, you can look.)
Tiny Tears. I still have her but her rubber body totally rotted away. I have her head and arms and perhaps a leg or two…and the hard plastic tube that carried water down to her diaper that was inside the rubber body which totally crumbled away. She had a glued on wig, not rooted hair as later ones did. I loved this doll. Wore it out.
My doll’s face looked like this but her hair was strawberry blonde.
My Jan Doll was a replica of this one, but cooler clothes. She had those red clogs, which I loved, tight Levis and a white blouse with turned up collar, hoop earrings and a bottle of Coke that I still have!!! There were two companion dolls, Jill and Jan. I think Jan is the one I had but could have been Jill.
This was the Jeff Doll that went with Jill and Jan. Mine was not as much of a dweeb at this Jeff is! Ha. (Black socks with shorts? Was that ever cool?) He had neat pants and a jacket. I think I let him wear Jan’s Levis but not her high heeled clogs.
This was the Terri Lee doll I had. Never had any of her original clothes as I think they were $25 an outfit and up. Too rich for our blood.
This is the exact Cisette doll I had. (Madame Alexander doll) She was my last doll and I played with her all the time, made her clothes and had clothes made for her like mine. She came in this camisole with nylon stockings and darling silver high heels with a silver wraparound strap around the ankle. That bow was glued on! I pried it off. When I was in my sister’s wedding, the seamstress made her a long dress just like mine. I had a lot of clothes for her, including a lovely light pink dotted swiss with a green velvet sash. Also a wonderful peach dress with can cans and a bonnet with flowers. I loved that dress. I think she was my favorite doll of all times–got her for the last year or two I played with dolls and she took me into my pre-teen fantasies. Both she and her clothes were very well made. A class act.
I think this is actually the nightgown that came in the box with her, along with the items described above.
Fantastic Finish
My Art Studio, nee Novelty Owing Ongoing
Last night I wrote my first prompt making use of Jennifer Nichole Wells’ new Prompt Generator. What the site does is issue you a two-word phrase consisting of an adjective and a noun. This then becomes the subject of your post. (Mine for today was Fantastic Finish). If you don’t like the prompt, just hit the button again as many times as you wish before you come to one that jiggles your creative button.
She has launched her site at a good time—when those of us who are relatively longtime daily bloggers are being met with repeat after repeat on the WordPress prompt site. At first I just tried to alter the prompt a bit or to take a different slant. Then I started making a pingback to the earlier post or posts and choosing a completely different prompt, but the problem is that I’ve done most of their alternate prompts as well.
I’ve been told that WordPress establishes the prompts mainly for beginning bloggers as a way to motivate them, but this is a bit like turning your back on long-established and proven customers in hopes of winning the tourist trade. Good for a season perhaps, but how many go away is evidenced by the number of times I click on a site that is on the WordPress post page and find the blog has been closed or is nonexistent. Either the blogger is not clear about how to pingback or they have already closed down and fled!
Another thing I have noticed is a big increase in the number of people who just say they don’t want to answer the prompt, who spend their entire blog making excuses for not writing to the prompt or who merely publish one or two line pat answers. It is becoming hard to find a blog I really want to read except in my Readers section. This is a shame, because I am always on the lookout for new really excellent blogs to read that are within my realm of interest; and I miss not being able to cull them out of the WordPress site. Well, new thinking called for. I think my fresh modus operandi will be to investigate the blogs that people I am following are following.
As I hit Jennifer’s prompt button time after time—out of curiosity rather than dissatisfaction with the prompts, I was struck by the similarity of the word combinations to the new system based on words that has been proposed to replace the old numbers-based latitude and longitude. The system divides the surface of the planet into 57 trillion three-by-three meter squares and assigns a unique sequence of three random words to label that area. The purpose in changing the system, as stated by Smithsonian Magazine, is to “replace the impossible-to-remember strings of numbers that comprise our geographical coordinate system—“ with an easier-to-remember string of three words.
For the superstitious, it might be a matter of finding the exact correct nine square meters of their property or house that best describes them. My own art studio has been assigned the title “novelty owing ongoing.” Seems appropriate, somehow. My house, on the other hand, is “straddles blocking easel.” Is this a way of pointing out that all too often home repairs and maintenance gobble up precious time better spent on art? Sounds appropriate in Mexico!
For those of you talented in assigning names (I am not) I want to be clear that it is not a matter of naming your own little corner of the world. All of the word assignments have already been made. If you are curious about what three-word-labels have been assigned to your house and property, you can go HERE to find out. Choose your favorite group of three from the list (remember that since the labels are given for 9 square meter areas, that you will have more than one set for your house) and perhaps you’d like to post the three words you’ve chosen in the comments page on my blog along with a pingback to your post telling why those three words do or do not describe you. You might want to use a number of your assigned trios as prompts on different days! It would be fun.
To read more, go here: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/plan-replace-geographic-coordinates-earth-unique-strings-three-words-180949946/#eZWdfVSPWLqrE3df.99
And as for the title of my today’s blog, “Fantastic Finish?” As person after person says they are giving up the WordPress prompts, perhaps as you run over the finish line, you can consider it as the starting line for a new prompt system—either Jennifer’s new prompt generator or your own personal three-word-prompts as assigned by those who have labeled your world for you. Whatever you choose, I hope you’ll keep on blogging. We’ve become accustomed to your space!!!!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/break-the-silence/
I love this response to today’s prompt and I bestow two awards to its author. First of all, for bravery in the face of pontificating, second of all, for teaching me a new word I know will come in handy in the future. Thanks, Granonine, for your vocabulary and your courage.
When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.
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It would be easier to write a post about the things I’m glad I didn’t say. As a person who finds it fairly easy to have foot-in-mouth disease, I’ve had to learn to just shut up.It’s an ongoing process. And it doesn’t come easy. I have pretty good radar, and I usually can spot a phony, or just a plain old-fashioned creep, pretty quickly. That’s when it’s a good idea for me to button the lip.
When I was in college, way back in the Dark Ages, there was an individual of the male species who felt that because he had testosterone, he was automatically entitled to the respect and awe of anyone from the female species. 
This person was bloviating, in…
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