Monthly Archives: April 2020

Bananas for Bananas

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Papaya and banana smoothie blended with bran, almonds, Psyllium, ground flax seed, chia, green apple soy milk and ice. I’ve had a variation of this smoothie every morning for at least 25 years.

Bananas for Bananas

The ubiquitous banana is long and smooth and yellow—
subtly curving inward, its flavor round and mellow.
In the jungle you can find it in a monkey’s hand,
but when you find it in the market, Chiquita is its brand.

The denizen of smoothies , or dipped in chocolate,
with a banana in your mouth, you will not talk a lot.
You’ll chew and you will savor, perchance to moan and drool.
If you don’t like bananas, you’re a culinary fool.

You can find one that is yellow and pick it from the bunch,
add berries and papaya and savor it for lunch,
but a real banana purist just picks one out and peels it,
then gobbles it up fast before somebody steals it!

 

This is the state of my banana tree. About time to pick the bunch and hang it up to wait for them to finish ripening.

The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write about fruit.

Life Among the Ruins: FOTD, Apr 23, 2020

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With so many animals, not to mention workmen, things are bound to get broken, but I’ve found that in Mexico, if you wait long enough, there is bound to be life among the ruins.

 

 

For Cee’s Flower of the Dayprompt.

Meadowlark Diversion

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Photo by Jeffrey Hamilton on Unsplash, used with permission.


Meadowlark Diversion

In the distance, to the right a bit, before the pathway’s crest,
I see a flash of yellow on a feathered breast.
I should not pause and linger here. I really shouldn’t stop.
I’m off to run an errand to the corner shop.
But that tiny glimpse of nature is so weleful to my eye
that I have to put off dinner and take a chance I’ll spy 
a meadowlark or oriole if I stray off the path.
I’m willing to go hungry and to face my children’s wrath,
for other things go hungry. Eyes and hearts are meant to fill
as surely as our stomachs, and as I crest the hill,
my choice is vindicated as the lark begins to sing,
finishes its chorus, and swiftly takes to wing.
 

Prompts today are dinner, corner shop, weleful, distance and yellow. The prompt word “weleful” is obsolete, so you might not find it in the dictionary . It means giving rise to happiness or joy.

Once more, Trump the Teflon President Opens Mouth and Causes More Deaths. Will There Be any Repercussions?

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Yoga and Chocolate Chip Cookies in a Time of Shelter in Place

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Yoga and Chocolate Chip Cookies in a Time of Shelter in Place

I   stands alone at stiff attention,         cooking to release her tension.
 S   does curls to contradict her             tendency toward getting thicker.
 O  shows effects of chocolate chips     on her tummy and her hips.
 L   just sits there in her hut                   trying to compress her butt.
 A   Hands on knees, head on floor,      “A” vows that she will binge no more.
 T   spreads her wings but cannot fly.   “Eating in Place” the reason why.
  I   folds her wings tight by her side.
 O   eats more cookies, growing wide.
 N   sits on butt in yoga pose.
       Each hand on floor behind her goes,
       feet raised up, point to the sky,
       resisting the effects of pie
       on tummy, waist and hips and thigh.

 

For NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 23, the prompt was: “to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem.”

Contemplating the Letter “C”

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                                             The Letter “C”

Here’s to the letter “C” that marks what is in the middle.
Somewhere between “A” and “F,” it has been known to fiddle.
While “A” studies most diligently, “C” is bound to shirk.
It has a certain phobia regarding too much work.
It’s head and shoulders above “F” and far better than “D.”
Nobody ever flunked a course by maintaining a “C.”

And yet it calls no sound its own. It’s either “K” or “S.”
At birthday time,  we’re given kake and winning brings suksess.
We’re stopped dead in our trases. When we’re kissed, it’s a karess.
Why “C” has no sound of its own, not one of us kan guess.
When the sirkus komes to town, it’s happened onse or twise
that the krokodiles eskape. It isn’t very nise.

Townfolks run and skurry—skared as they kan be,
for katastrophes kan happen when krokodiles run free.
It isn’t too konvenient, as you kan klearly see
to be a kurly letter the likes of letter “C”
that’s firmly in the middle, with no sound of its own.
Does “C” dream of being “S” when it’s fully grown?

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For NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 23, the prompt was:

“to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem. ”

While I’m thinking of a new letter poem, I’m publishing this reblog of one I wrote that meets the prompt two years ago. As you ponder “C,” I’ll be Pondering the Possibilities of the Perfect other alPhabetic subject–maybe “P.”

Top of the Morning Visitor

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I can’t remember ever seeing a creature like this before. If it is a wasp, I’ve never seen one with these markings. It took a nap on my fern for so long I feared it was dead, but when I came out again, it had flown away. 

 

For the Top of the Squares Challenge

Morrie

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Morrie

He displays such fierce bravado, barking at the man
who dares to try approach me. He’ll bite him if he can.
If he does not get his nuance, perhaps he’ll get his grasping.
If he can’t heed the exposed teeth, perhaps he’ll get their clasping.

If that human could but read the globes of Morrie’s widening eyes,
he’d need no communication in any other guise
from this dog that has decided he is his only rival
for his mistress’s affection. Every time, there’s a revival

of his barking and his lunging should this man dare approach me.
It’s as though he fears he’s coming with intentions to come poach me.
With everybody else, he is a charmer through-and-through.
He cannot wait to make a friend of anyone who’s new.

His emotions are a crazy-quilt of trying hard to please—
of greeting you with ball in mouth and jumping at your knees.
He cannot wait for you to sit to jump up on your lap
and insists on long ear rubbings before he takes a nap.

He’s every visitor’s best friend. Greets strangers on the beach,
and will bring a ball to anyone he finds who’s within reach.
Never will he wear out when chasing after balls.
He goes to bed when I demand and answers all my calls.

But why he feels my gardener of nineteen years duration
is a threat to me, and such a threatening aberration
that he flies to my defense whenever he is near,
is a mystery that I’ve not solved, and never will, I fear.

 

Prompt words today are bravado, globe, quilt, nuance and grasping.

Cyber Catastrophies: Sleep on It!!!! NaPoWriMo, Apr 22, 2020

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Cyber Catastrophes

Irritated with your friend
and caring not whom you offend,
after you’ve had a bit to drink,
decide to tell her what you think?

Computer keyboard there in sight,
so you decide it’s time to write
an email, filled with words that rend.
You reel them off and click on “send.”

I cannot stress strongly enough
how much you’ll rue your rude rebuff.
It takes long years to make a friend
but one cruel quip for trust to end.

It’s hard to choke back how we feel,
but arguments on even keel
work better than a sharp retort
after you have had a snort.

So this is the advice I’d give.
It’s easier to just forgive
Than to retract one angry word
after it is seen or  heard.

If you can’t say something nice,
best you take this sage advice.
Before you go and leap on it,
grab a pillow and sleep on it.

For day 22 of NaPoWriMo 2020, we are to create a poem that reflects a well-known idiom. Mine is one my mother used to frequently say, “If you can’t say something nice, it’s best to say nothing at all.”

Couldn’t Resist Sharing These

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I would have had to have drugged my dogs and kitties to get these clever and funny shots. See more by clicking on the URL below:

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