Another day, another angle and frame.
Posted for Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge, Dec. 9, 2016
Bird of Paradise: Flower of the Day, Dec 9, 2016
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Monthly Archives: December 2016
Broken
Broken
Though I can’t say that I’ve been missing
hugs and cuddling and kissing,
still I have a memory of
those intimacies wrought by love.
It is as though there’s some obstruction
probably of my own construction
that makes me concentrate on things
instead of all that loving brings.
It’s true that objects may be lost,
but still, it’s not at half the cost.
For it is when loved ones are taken
that one’s world is truly shaken.
When objects break, it pains our purse,
but losing people is much worse.
For when death rends lovers apart,
the thing that’s broken is a heart
The prompt word today is “missing.”
dVerse Writers: The Ballad of Henry and Ruth
The prompt was to write a poem in a certain musical style. This tale is heart-rending in a typical late-50’s, early-60’s style. If you were alive and paying attention during that era, you should be able to put a tune to it:
The Ballad of Henry and Ruth
Before she met him at the candy store,
her days were empty and her life was a bore;
but when he offered her his Jujyfruits,
in just a moment they were in cahoots.
He was the drummer in an R&R band.
Down all 5th Avenue, he held her hand.
She felt his pulse beat pump a sweet love tune
and knew he’d be her Sugar Daddy soon.
Chorus:
Yes she met him at the candy store,
between the sucker rack and front screen door.
He nearly tripped over her Mary Janes
and crashed into a rack of Candy Canes.
The Double Bubble and the Tootsie Roll Pops
collided with the mints and lemon drops.
Their love was written in the moon and stars,
but realized beneath the Hershey Bars!
Oh Henry, she was crooning, and much more.
He loved this Bit O’ Honey down to the core.
Shifted his Firestick and they went for a ride
his Baby Ruth snuggled right up to his side.
She cried, “Oh, Henry!” as they hit the Mounds,
poppin’ wheelies as they did the rounds.
He was no Slo-Poke, tell you here and now,
so as he swerved to miss a big Black Cow,
The car rolled over on its Rollo Bars
crashing into six more hot rod cars.
“Atomic Fireball” said the words on his car.
Now how appropriate those two words are.
100 Grand it costs him on Payday
so he’ll be working every night and day—
his Red Hot mama working by his side,
for now his Sweet Tart is his blushing bride.
Repeat Chorus:
Just in case you weren’t around way back then, I’ve italicized the names of the candy bars and hard candies of the era. Sorry for ruining the fun of those of you familiar with the times. I know. It’s pretty bad, but that, too, was typical of the songs of the era.
This poem suits today’s dVerse prompt so well, that I have to submit it again, two years after its first appearance!
This poem is written to a prompt at dVerse Writers.
Slightly Askew: Thursday Doors, Dec. 8, 2016
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Patriotic Study, Slightly Askew. Prince Edward Island, 2016
This photo is posted for the Norm’s Thursday Doors prompt.
Bird of Paradise: Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge
Ephemera
Ephemera
I saw the shadow of a bird
vanished too quickly to be heard.
Yet with my curtain as a scrim,
for moments I caught glimpse of him.
Strangers at windows on a train
pass by so quickly, then gone again.
They heal no wounds and cause no pain.
Are merely there. No loss or gain.
All of life’s pleasures come and go
for nature has arranged it so.
We’re caught up in its ebb and flow.
We treasure life, then let it go.
The prompt word today was Treasure.
Is it Bugging you, Which Way to Go? Dec 7, 2016
Obviously, this little guy has just considered his options and is wondering which way to go!
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In response to Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
Bird Watching: Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge, Dec 7, 2016
A thunbergia vine sneaks up on this bird of paradise with its head nodding down for a nap as afternoon sun casts shadows on the wall. Click to enlarge.
The Lady Doth Protest Just Right, Methinks.
The Lady Doth Protest Just Right, Methinks
“The Lady Doth Protest too much. . . .”
he says as he expands his clutch.
As she then attempts to guard her
honor from his excess ardor,
if he won’t take her “No!” verbatim,
there is one way to educate him.
For when a lady’s had enough,
it may behoove her to get rough.
That she may return home intact
may require much less tact
and more physicality
to apprise him of reality.
A well-placed knee aimed at his tool
may seem unfairly base and cruel,
yet if mere words will not connect,
this simple action might correct.
If entreaties will not stir him,
extreme sign language might deter him.
The prompt word today was protest.
Three Pics of the New Floor
The spare room just grew up. Got rid of the twin beds in favor of a “matrimonial” bed (Mexican for double bed.) Haven’t done a spread yet.. this is makeshift, but looks more grown up, I think.
Before
After
I know the living room looked warmer before, but the salitre was eating it alive. The new floor looks like natural stone and is impervious to the salitre.
Before
After
After
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