Monthly Archives: February 2017

Chives: Flower of the Day, Feb 19, 2017

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For Cee’s Flower Prompt.

Hyperactive

“I wanted to figure out why I was so busy, but I couldn’t find the time to do it.”
― Todd Stocker

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Blur

Like rich meals savored by candle glow,
the best things are best taken slow.
We need those moments in between
to reflect on where we’ve been
before we go on to the next,
lest we grow harried and perplexed.

Since you are always in a hurry,
in photographs, you’re mostly blurry.
If you would just slow down one minute,
we’d get a photo with you in it
so we could remember you
when you’re no longer in our view.

More than just a word or two
is what we’d like to share with you,
but how, we do not have a clue
since you just seem to have a few
to cast at us before you’re gone
to golf or bridge or bike-a-thon.

You need a sedative or bong,
but no one here can stop you long
enough to calm you down with either.
Dear, you need to take a breather,
for we’re afraid you might expire––
spontaneously burst into fire.

We’re only given one life per,
but yours must go by in a whirr.
Why rush around like a Mad Hatter?
It’s how we do things that should matter.
Turn off the lawn mower, smell the clover
lest your life be too quickly over.

The prompt word today was “blur.”

Bougainvillea: Flower of the Day, Feb 18, 2017

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Plus, you must see Cee’s crocus buds HERE.

Body Language

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Body Language

When words don’t translate, actions do,
and folks are always reading you.
Though you watch what you may say,
more information, day-by-day,
is given by the way you act;
so use a little care and tact.
There’s a language written on your face
that’s understood most any place.
In Des Moines or Timbuktu,
it’s the one you take along with you.

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The prompt today was translate.

Ginger: Flower of the Day, Feb 17, 2017

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Not a rose, but a ginger flower photographed face-on.

Posted for Cee’s Flower of the Day Prompt

“Girls” Night Out

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“Girls” Night Out

Mary Tyler Moore, Working Girl and I Love Lucy—
 film nights with the ladies are usually juicy.
Although we’re staying in, all that’s tucked in must be outed.
All those mumbled gripes now brought to light and shouted.
Pulling out the bobby pins to let the chignons flow.
Kicking off the heels to wiggle arch and toe.
Slipping off the panty hose, loosening top buttons.
Gorging on potato chips and dip like teenage gluttons.
Drinking margaritas, martinis and mojitos.
Pepperidge Farm and popcorn, ice cream and Doritos.
When old dames get together, pull out all the stops.
Banish all the dust cloths. Lock up all the mops.
Rip up all the lists and turn them to confetti.
Break out the lasagne. Break out the spaghetti.
Fill the crystal bowls with M&Ms and truffles.
Ban antimacassars, doilies, tucks and ruffles.
Bring out your old 8-tracks and your 45’s.
Forget that you are mothers, grandmothers and wives.
Better shake your booties while they still can shake.
Better come alive while still able to wake.
Time enough for normalcy when you’re ninety-six.
When you’re only seventy, you’ve still got some kicks.
Leave your spouses home staring at their football games—
vicariously living while you’re out being dames.
It’s your secret life, for no one needs to know
everything you do and everywhere you go.
Let the whole world think you’re in there playing bridge
while you are jitterbugging and emptying out the fridge.
It’s more fun when it’s secret, so promise not to tell
when old girls get together and raise a little Hell!!!!

The prompt today was juicy.

Faded Beauty, Proteus: Flower of the Day, Feb 16, 2017

 

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I showed another photo of this proteus when it was in its prime.  Here she is in her fading glory, but still beautiful, I think.

https://ceenphotography.com/2017/02/15/flower-of-the-day-february-16-2017-clematis/

Valentine Door: Thursday Doors, Feb 16, 2017

 

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For Norm’s Thursday Doors Challenge

Diddly Squat

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Diddly Squat

Every language must be fraught
with words most definitely not
the loveliest to human ear.
They are the ones we hate to hear,
like crotch and bunion, scab and clot,
chunk or fetid, honk and rot;
but in my mind, the worst we’ve got—
the very ugliest—is “squat.”
The one who coined this word must be
the one gone down in history
for inventing the least lovely word
since phlegm or curdle, moist or turd.
Yet, how more perfect could one word be
to describe us when we bend each knee
and sit with heels pressed to our rear
close to the ground, perhaps, to peer
at insects crawling through the grass
while lucky others peruse our ass?
And so, despite its ugly sound,
no better word could ever be found
to name that pose wherein we bend
to expose our worst side to the wind.

The prompt word today was squat.

Little Warrior: Flower of the Day, Feb 15, 2017

I love the isolated beauty of this solitary little flower asserting its presence and staking its claim to its own scant portion of earth.

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See Cee’s gorgeous tulips Here.