Monthly Archives: May 2018

Requiem for the Daily Post


Has anyone noticed that although the final WordPress Daily Prompt word, ever, is “retrospective,” that the word given on the link URL is “afterthought?”  Did they determine a final prompt word of “afterthought,” then have afterthoughts and change it to “retrospective?” And if so, why?  In considering, in retrospect, the many years of Daily Post responses, did they decide that our responses were not of sufficient value to continue the endeavor?  Was it too much work to continue to post a word a day and give us a place to view each other’s responses?  Is this site in competition with another they hope to deflect our interest to?  Was the flood of protest on the forum totally overlooked?  Does anyone at WordPress ever even read the forum, or in fact, have they ever read our posts on The Daily Post?

This is the second time in my ten years or so of dealing with social sites that I have become totally disillusioned with a site that I had considered to be both different and fun and a cut above much of what I find on the internet. The first time was when OkCupid sold out to Match.Com, who quickly abolished the journals, the awards, the survey sites, the creative surveys made by members, and finally the forum. It has become simply another commercially-driven match-up site. No longer is it a place for fun and creative interchange whose additional value was that one could potentially meet someone that might become a partner as well. 

It seems to me that this is exactly what WordPress is doing.  I will await the announcement that it has been sold to Facebook or Microsoft or or any of the other huge conglomerates who exist to turn our thoughts and dreams and senses of humor and wishes to make some sort of of real human contact into another commercial endeavor calculated to make the most amount of money with the least amount of heart.

I have always been impressed by what used to be called the WordPress “happiness engineers” who made contact when my WordPress help button on my favorites bar was pushed.  Perhaps they are still there, lost in the flood of changes which have started and will probably continue, washing away my old illusions of WordPress being an organization that really cared about what I will now think of as their “customers.” Since the beginning of my blog, I have felt a part of a larger community.  Now it would seem that the “leaders” of that community have left the building, along with the daily prompt.

It is a small irony that our last prompt word of “retrospective” rhymes beautifully with both “reflective” and “defective.”  Would that it had been elective.

If there had been an afterthought
about the change WordPress has wrought
by saying that our prompt will not
be a thing that can be got–
either by free means or by bought,
perhaps we would not all be caught
here with throats all in a knot,
with no more place where we can jot
all the words that we once thought
would be a means where we’d be taught—
where thirsty minds could draw a draught
and newcomers given a shot 
at adding to the communal pot.
But now, I fear, our dreams are fraught
with the sadness of our present lot.
R.I.P., Daily Post.  once fresh and hot.
Dead, buried, left to rot!!!!!!!


Please continue to make an issue of the demise of the daily prompt on the forum. Perhaps someone will notice. Perhaps they will listen. Perhaps WordPress has not decided to turn its back on those foolish few of us who sought communion in our communications. In the meantime, Curious steph is starting up a prompt site.  Follow her ***** HERE *****to stay in the loop for instructions about how to join.



The final prompt, it seems, for WordPress is retrospective.

Bird of Paradise: Flower of the Day, May 31, 2018

DSCN2640One of the first exotic flowers I ever saw and still one of my favorites. This photo was taken today on the grounds of the Lake Chapala Society. Click photo to enlarge jdbphoto


To see one of the most beautiful flowers Cee has ever posted, go HERE.

Virginia Balon, Lovely Lady, R.I.P.



Click on any photo to enlarge all. jdb photos

Always a fashion plate, always outspoken, million-dollar-smile. She added her beauty and brilliance to every occasion she graced. Another lakeside icon has passed away from us. R.I.P. Virginia.

For a more detailed view of Virginia’s life, here is her obituary in the Guadalajara Reporter:

This is Chapala

In case you are curious about why I would choose to live in Mexico, given its present bad press, here is a video about the place where I live that might explain why.

jdbphoto, 2015, Mount Garcia and lake from Chapala Yacht Club

Travel Advisory for Marital Bliss


Click on any photo to enlarge all.

For dVerse Poets today, we were to compose a poem making use of the following street names:
Rope Walk, Potacre Street, Silver Street, Catshole Lane, Buttgarden Stree, Gas Lane, Coral Avenue, Dragon Hill, Baron Way, Mutton Lane. Well, I used them all, but don’t blame me for the zaniness of the following:

Travel Advisory for Marital Bliss

When I’m asked to walk the rope,
I am most likely to say, “Nope!”
But(t) Garden Street sounds more ornate.
I might pass through its flowery gate.
I won’t be Dragon up the Hill.
Don’t do inclines, and never will.
Silver and Coral? My confession
is that they suit my old profession
as a silversmith and vendor,
so if you are a generous spender,
I’ll go on a buying spree
and sell the results, then, to thee.

Don’t go for mutton. It ends in gas,
so on those two, I’ll have to pass.
There’s a barrier on Baron Way.
I can’t go there, for no one may.
Acres of potholes also mar
Potacre Street and so my car
must avoid both Catshole and it
lest we wind up in a pit,
damaging our undercarriage
and my stability of marriage.

Are we going there? The wife says no,
for she decides where we will go.
So, much as I would like to wander
up all those streets up over yonder,
dVerse Poets are not my boss,
so this adventure will be my loss.
And though I will not ace your test,
all-in-all, I think it’s best
to limit where I’m going to roam
and simply take the fast route home.

For dVerse Poets Pub prompt.

Broken Concentration


Broken Concentration

The words packed tight within my mind
seek the empty page.
They fly like hummingbirds and hawks
escaping from their cage.
But when all my empty places
I seek to fill again,
too many words rush in at once,
creating such a din
that nothing can be made of them.
I cannot restore order
in these alien syllables
that flood across my border.

I did not think these previous lines.
They just crept up on me.
I place words here upon the page
and thereby set them free.
They have no place within my head
where I had plans to write
a solitary
 love poem.
Instead, they spar and fight,
one trying to beat the others
to the front line of my mind.
Love words elbowing their way,
lined up in back of “pined.”

So “heartsick” steps on “passion’s” toes.
“Adore” runs out of steam
trying to reclaim the place
where words like it must dream.
I no longer know the purpose
that I set out upon
I fear the mood is broken,
my concentration gone.
The thought that any love poem
will come is now absurd.
Minutes ago I was in love,
but now I have been cured!!


For the WordPress prompt word broken.

Tomorrow will be the last day for the WordPress Daily prompt.  Please comment HERE if you want to try to help me to change their decision.  Whether you write for the daily prompt or just enjoy reading those who do, please help us try to stop this change for the worse. This is an extensive rewrite of a poem written over three years ago under a different name.