Monthly Archives: February 2021
Mules Tail and Hibiscus: FOTD Feb 10, 2021
Had to show a closer-up view of the mule tail plant that you perhaps saw from afar in a view of the garden a few days ago. I love this fragile plant and I’m curious to see how long it grows in this setting in which it seems to thrive.
See Cee’s beautiful Columbine macro HERE.
Playing with Matches
Playing with Matches
A family of good repute,
attractive, rich and most astute,
they were nonetheless resistant,
stubborn, pig-headed, persistent
in the planet’s sure demise.
It should have come as no surprise
when they chose to politicize,
using that influence money buys
to become candidates who chose
to rape and pillage, preen and pose
but did not care a single whit
about the planet, but ravaged it.
They paid for monetary gains
with forest fires and hurricanes.
Cared only for self-serving wealth,
forfeiting safety, and the health
of thousands who fell to the threat
of pestilence and grief and debt.
What cared they of the good of those
who didn’t sport designer clothes—
who hobnobbed with the hoi polloi
so lacking in finesse and joy?
And so politicos and cronies,
ministers and other phonies,
rap stars, lawyers, politicians
fed their spoils to the morticians.
That triangle of greed and crassness
together with the cruel vastness
of their dishonesty and greed,
like a virus commenced to breed
foment in what used to be
a bastion of democracy.
Kids in cages, plagues that flourished—
who cared if the undernourished
perished to the awful swell
so long as billionaires were well?
For four long years their riches grew,
feeding on the likes of you!
The monarch yielded royal scepter
as the inept grew still inepter,
ruling with a heedless hand
to rape the populace and land.
Until the nation finally turned
and, finally, travesty spurned,
kicked out the dolt and started to
restore order to the zoo.
Trump’s hand finally overtrumped,
his evil minions finally bumped
from positions they never mastered,
thrown on the junk heap with the bastard!
The whole world hopes we’ve finally learned
those who play with matches are burned!!!!
Sorry, but the prompt words made me create one last rant. I hope this subject is now closed! Prompt words today are triangle, planet, persistent and repute.
Moss Rose: FOTD, Feb 9, 2021
The Sun Hat
Her hat’s broad brim shadows her face,
discouraging his fond embrace.
He removes the hat and then
plants a kiss where it has been.
Both actions—kiss and hat removal
have the lady’s full approval.
So, with no further ado,
he makes it two!
Last Meeting
Last Meeting
Listen to the nightingale. Do not dispute the loon.
The truth is told by lonely things calling under the moon.
Brought to the brink, their plaintive truth we cannot impugn
as we glide to their music, out into the lagoon.
Waves form spreading circles around our small pontoon.
Internal sorrows follow them, lapping a soulful tune.
Slanted columns of moonbeams are swallowed by each dune.
Like our brief encounter, over too soon, too soon.
Prompt words are brink, column, internal and impugn. Image by Damir Spanic on Unsplash, used with permission.
Yellow!!!!
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For Travel Words Life in Color: Yellow prompt
What Have You Got in Your Mouth???
Morrie, what do you have in your mouth?
Oh, okay. Good boy. Fetch!
Diego, what did you have in your mouth?
Much as I hate to kill anything—even cockroaches and ants—sometimes your own interests have to win out. After suffering an infestation of rats in my laundry room a few years ago, I guess I can’t object too much to Diego’s efforts to protect his house and property. A few more yards and that rat would have been invading the dog or catfood or worse. They ate through a lidded very durable garbage can before to get to the catfood. R.I.P. little rat.
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow: Flower of the Day, Feb 7, 2021
School Reunion
1960
School Reunion
I love school reunions, it goes without saying.
Rehashing our virile youth now that our hair is graying,
our stories grow much shorter as our memories are fraying.
I’ve drunk nostalgia from the cup, but now there’s no delaying.
The past is always with us, but alternatives I’m weighing.
I’ve an acumen for homecoming, but no talent for staying.
Once the bloom is off the rose, I have to be off straying.
The past is a dead horse, whereas my future self is neighing!
2016
(Click on photos to increase size and view as slides.)
If you want to know how I colorized that old black and white photo, go here: https://deepai.org/machine-learning-model/colorizer
Prompts for the day are homecoming, acumen, bloom and drunk.








