(Click on photos to enlarge)
Beach Boys, Second Generation
See the motley little band
trudge the beach, tip cup in hand.
A funnel stuffed into a hose––
is held to lips and then one blows.
Two other small musicians lug
a twenty-liter water jug.
Later, one begins to hum
accompanying his buddy’s drum.
I’ve shown these photos before, but the poem is new, for: dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge: Drum
A Penny for Your Thoughts
(Love in the Time of Coronavirus)
A penny for your thoughts, my dear, in this time of recession.
They’re only worth a pittance, since you’re in deep depression—
perhaps the worst since man evolved from the primordial slime.
If I cared less, I’d offer zilch, but now is not the time
to be looking for bargains, with your love so newly won.
If only we could ditch our masks and have a little fun—
a little kiss, a little hug, a cuddle and a snuggle—
it might be easier to woo without these rules to juggle.
But from day-to-day, I fear, we never can know whether
we’ll spend the day alone again or spend the day together.
So here’s a penny for your thoughts. Oh hell, it’s worth a nickel
to know whether your heart is true or if it has turned fickle.
It’s been said before that absence makes the heart grown fonder.
I wonder if you feel the same sequestered over yonder.
Prompt words today are zilch, slime, newly, pittance and depression.
Candid shots around the house today. Click on photos to enlarge and read captions.
With the Amazonian rainforest being deforested at the rate of three football fields per minute, there is still hope if individuals choose to act.
https://www.intelligentliving.co/ethiopia-plants-353-million-trees/
I received this posting from my friend Rachel McMillan. It directly relates to the reblog I just did of Forgottenman’s posting of the “I’m mad as Hell and I’m not gonna put up with it anymore” post as well as the next one I’m going to post. It is time people acted. Corporations, lawmakers and institutions are not going to do it for them without the push of the people.
This two part blog by Forgottenman is one that absolutely captures how many of us are feeling, I think, so want to share it with those who don’t already follow his blog.
Most of my friends here are, um, mature enough to remember the movie “Network” from 1976. “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” This sentiment has been percolating, stewing, rising, in many of us the last few weeks. Yes, I’m talking about George Floyd and officer Derek Chauvin, about Michael Brown and officer Darren Wilson… I could spend all night cataloging. But another one happened yesterday at a Wendy’s in Atlanta. Rayshard Brooks and an unnamed officer, who has been fired. This video by my favorite commentator, Beau of the Fifth Column, sums it up SO well that I feel compelled to share it here.
And here’s a look at that wonderful shot from “Network”.
At Sixes and Sevens
East is east and west is west,
but some say north and south are best.
Thoughts on this are bound to vary.
Righteous folks from Tucumcari
say the south is best, whereas,
folks from Chicago say no town has
Chicago’s flair and wit and jazz.
Rancorous California folk
think East Coast people are a joke,
whereas upper class New Yorkians
crack jokes about the Kavorkians.
Ordinarily, I’d say
that I’m a gal who’d like to stay
out of the north-south-east-west fray.
But when it comes to the siesta,
Mexico must be the besta.
That’s south, if New York’s home to you,
but north if you are from Peru.
Thus, this bit of wisdom I’d like to give:
Direction’s always relative
to where on Earth you choose to live!!!
Prompt words today are siesta, ordinary, rancor, righteous and east.
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