Monthly Archives: October 2020

Fatal Folly

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Fatal Folly

A fabulist can take the truth and spin it, change it, plan it,
but then it is no longer truth, for truth is carved in granite.
The real truth is indelible. Permanent. Etched in stone.
Don’t mess with it and call it truth. You must leave truth alone.
It can’t accommodate a stretch. It’s fierce in resolution.
It’s not right to bend it simply to find a solution.

Truth is truth and fabrication is another matter,
so do not conjure up a tale and claim it’s not the latter.
Though presidents and kings and poets scratching in their dormer
might for their single purposes stray away from the former,
there must be someone willing to call out their acts as ruthless,
for there’s no folly greater than to be led by the truthless.

For dVerse Poets: Folly

Bougainvillea Sunset, FOTD, Oct 29, 2020

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For Cee’s FOTD

Back to the Beginning

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Back to the Beginning

When I began my journey, I was jocular and young—
no hardness in my heart and no burrs upon my tongue.
I hadn’t joined the fracas and the chilling of the years.
I had none of life’s baggage—no heartaches and no fears.

Life had not disseminated all her tawdry facts
and I had not encountered them by gossip or by acts.
No tricksters had deceived me. My heart remained intact.
I knew not what I’d missed. I was naïve of what I lacked.

And now that I am older, I’ve returned to what I had
before I had decided I must follow every fad.
The things that I’ve acquired? I am loosening my hold.
I’ve found that satisfaction is not something that is sold.

I have simplified agendas, taking time to see and do
all the things I overlooked while in the human zoo.
The progress of a caterpillar on a hanging vine
as effective as a church in reaching the divine.

The flutter of a wing, the morning calls of birds
reveal as much about the world as news reports or words.
Drawing back into what’s basic and screening the uncouth
has helped me in regaining the lighter heart of youth.

 

Prompt words for today are journey, trick, fracas, disseminate, chilling and  jocular,

Crown of Thorns: FOTD, Oct 28, 2020

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If They Cancel Halloween

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If They Cancel Halloween

If they cancel Halloween, what will take its place?
How else can we “do” Trick or Treat except by face-to-face?
How will we get our portion of popcorn balls and Snickers?
What will replace the sheeted ghosts, the jack-o-lantern flickers?
How will we end the week if  Halloween is skipped?
No more spooky music and no tales of the crypt.
No bats taped to the window, no chance to utilize
that cool floating ghost we bought with glowing lit-up eyes?
What will replace the magic? What am I going to do
with my zombie outfit that the world will never view
if they cancel Halloween? The whole world population
will sit alone All Hallow’s Eve, in their consternation
binging on the Mars Bars, Skittles and other goodies
meant for kids in costumes, obscured by masks or hoodies.
Forever, we’ll remember the year the world turned mean—
In two thousand twenty, when they cancelled Halloween!!!

 

Prompt words today are week,utilize, crypt, portion, magic, Halloween and bat. 

Zinnia: FOTD, Oct 27, 2020

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Just planted this zinnia near my hammock. Hope it works out better than the hibiscus we planted there a few months go.

For Cee;s FOTD

Mall Maven

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Mall Maven

Before the next party, she’ll cut a wide swath
looking for outfits from trendy to Goth.
Choosing her next style can’t be speculation.
It’s got to be something that prompts adoration.

While stalking her merchandise, she walks the walk
that other girls emulate and the boys stalk.
Though she’ll chance being different—ahead of the herd,
if she goes too far, she might look like a nerd!

She saunters the mall looking cool and sanguine,
ignoring her minions, though she wants to be seen.
She’s nubile and nervy and lissome and lean—
a virtual attention-getting machine.

The other girls try to see what she buys,
but the pieces she chooses are not meant for eyes
that might imitate her before the reveal.
She won’t take the risk that somebody will steal

her next novel look before she has the chance
to stun her admirers at the school dance.
Until her grand entrance, she’ll feel a bit queasy,
Being a trend-setter isn’t that easy!

 

Prompt words today are swath, merchandise, stalk, speculation, different and party.

Hibiscus: FOTD Oct 26, 2020

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Another new one…

For Cee’s FOTD

Forgottenman just informed me that I misspelled “Just Deserts.” Hard to believe, but it isn’t “Just Desserts.” Go figure!!!  I just changed it.

 

Near: dVerse Poets Pub, Apr 28, 2018

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I’m reblogging this poem which also suits OctPoWriMo’s prompt for today, in that it was a poetic form that I made up nd named after my father. This is the first example ever of Sylvestrian Near Rhyme! Running it past you once more…

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Near

My father went from obscurity to a sort of small renown.
He worked hard as a rancher and the mayor of our town.
He met my mother at a dance in her sister’s borrowed gown–
both of them lonely visitors to a faraway strange town.
I’ve thought about it often since we laid him down.
Why didn’t I ask more questions? Why didn’t I write it down?

Many a calf he helped to birth and many a field he’s mown.
Avoided his mother if he could–long-suffering aged crone.
Not many highways traveled,nor many airwaves flown.
He died in his angry daughter’s arms–the two of them alone.
I’ve thought of it often till regrets have turned into a drone.

His eyes were always looking further over yon.
Over a ripening field of wheat or over a fresh-mowed lawn.
Working, often, until dark and up again at dawn.
A man of…

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