Monthly Archives: July 2018

Judgement Day

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Judgement Day

I’m not too keen on spelling judgment without an “e.”
It simply doesn’t look right spelled that way to me!
Judge like fudge sure has one and grudge and pudge, the same.
Judgement makes so much more sense. Judgment is just lame!
“g” without an “e” is jug. That “e” when you renounce it,
and put a “d” before it? Impossible to pronounce it!
Arrangement has an “e” in it, so it just makes sense
to put an “e” in judgement, unless you’re really dense!
Merriam-Webster has it right when they say to use either.
Those that say you cannot just need to take a breather.
Those are all my arguments for spelling Judgement right.
So now it is not my fault if you do not see the light!!!!

The Ragtag prompt today is keen.
FOWC’s prompt today is judgment.

Easily Overlooked: Flower of the Day, Jul 2, 2018

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Bloom of the chile piquin plant. Below is the fruit:


Yes, contrary to what we might all think, chilies, along with tomatoes, zucchinis, okra and eggplants, are fruits, not vegetables.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Sunday Sundries — Is this America or Germany?

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This is a chilling piece by Calen Sariel that everyone should read and consider. If we don’t stop this, we are all complicit in it.

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I’ve been interested in WWII history for a long time now. I’ve read a lot about the time leading up to the beginning of Germany’s deportation policy and what followed thereafter. So it was extremely disturbing to read a piece from The Washington Post just now about one of the families whose lives were totally disrupted by the ICE raid at Corso’s Flower and Garden Center in Norwalk, Ohio where the workers were lured into the break room with the offer of free donuts. This is NOT an “Op Ed” which may or may not be true. (Too many people believe everything those damn pieces on the news feeds say.) This is what journalism is. And anyone who thought this immigration crisis was just a “border” issue needs to read this article.

“Even as President Trump and his administration promise to reunite families separated by Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) at…

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The President of Mexico and Agustin!!!!

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Viva Mexico!!!   

The new president of Mexico is Andrés Manuel López Obrador. If you don’t know who Agustin is, read below:

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2014/11/02/agustins-story/

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/06/05/agustin-on-youtube/

 

The Suspect

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Who, Me????

The Suspect

I suspect you are the guilty one. The evidence is clear,
and as a further indication, you’re acting rather queer.
Those pork chops just left in the pan a short while ago
are nowhere to be seen now, though I’ve looked both high and low.
I don’t know where the bones have gone, but I have a suspicion
that when you last entered the house, those chops were your ambition!
I left the room for minutes and came back, much perturbed,
to find the skillet empty, albeit undisturbed,
still centered on the burner with not even one chop.
So now I fear my dinner guests are going to have to stop
to pick us up a pizza as they drive here from town,
for when I left the pork chops on the stove top to get brown,
SOMEONE helped himself to them. Mind, I’m not pointing fingers,
but as you skulk out of the room, still, my suspicion lingers.
You are a likely felon, dear little doggie mine.
I think you’d have no chance in a doggie suspect line!

 

True story.  Six pork chops!!! Skillet still centered over the flame, not one inch out of alignment. Later on, a mysterious stash of pork chop bones found by the gardener in the lower garden behind the studio.

Fandango’s prompt today is suspect.

Village Door, Jul 1, 2018

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For Norm’s Thursday Doors.

 

Flip Flop (for DVerse Poets Pub)

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flip flop

the sound  of ease
and summer

not much to slip into
or out of

sand between toes
and other cracks

released in sleep
to gritty sheets

grinding our sleep
and clogging up washing machines

long gone the days of high button shoes
and the shoe horns that went with them.

Waist cinchers
give way to bikinis

and bikinis
to nude beaches

half of the world
flip flopping

rubber soles
and swinging breasts.

flip flops
taking the place

of gasps
as stays are tightened

the other half
burqas and Jimmy Choo

these differences
in freedom found

and freedom
found too slowly

find release in
collapsing towers

conceal, reveal.
flip flop.

 

For dVerse Poets Pub–on summer.

Frannie Bombs the Flower Shoot

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I was trying so hard to photograph this Wandering Jew flowering on the wall ledge between my front and back yard, but Frannie kept jumping up to interfere.  Four times, she jumped up on the ledge and stuck her face between me and the plants I was trying to photograph, even following me into the dread back yard, where she drew the unfriendly attention of Morrie and Diego.  The back yard is a cat-free area, or so it is decreed to be by the dogs, so when she followed me back and jumped down from the wall, I had to rescue her.  Still again, she strayed into their turf, this time remaining on the wall.  This is the story, in photos.  Please click on the first photo to see the whole slide series enlarged. You can click through it as quickly as you wish by clicking on the right arrows:

For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge.

Black Hole

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As we’ve evolved from scales to skin,
growing the body we’re now in,
Did our mind grow here inside?
How did our soul come to abide
secure within this human form?
How did it come to be the norm?
Did words form here in you and me
simply because they yearned to be?
Were they put here to link us to
that in the eternal stew
that unites us all, in our unknowing
to a universal glowing?
And if so, what an irony
as words transform and set us free,
they also split us wide apart––
placing the head before the heart.
Substituting a dollar sign
for solutions that should be divine.
Can this be our ultimate goal,
in our journey toward our own black hole?
To grow our mind and freeze our heart
until it blows us all apart?
As science seeks to understand,
it holds us all within its hand.
It has the means, if it should please,
to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze.
I wonder, then, can even a soul
escape the pull of a black hole?

The RDP prompt today is scale.
The Daily Addictions prompt was transform.