Monthly Archives: June 2022

Halo, Everybody

“Halo everybody, Halo. Halo is the shampoo that glorifies your hair, so Halo everybody, Halo!”  The remnants that dangle on the edge of memory when I awaken from a barely-accessible dream are not ones that my conscious mind sees fit to shove to the front of the crowd of past retorts, compliments, taunts, scraps of poetry, lines from old movies and musical ditties that  upon occasion drift across it, but when the word “halo” is also repeated as a prompt in the first blog I look up to gather my prompts for the day’s poem, it seems too much of a coincidence to be coincidence.

This terrific Internet roadway that has led me to a worldwide circle of friends, combined with the scrap of memory from my dream, has led me backwards in time to an early morning seventy years before. My dad is long gone, out to feed the cattle or survey the wheat crop, my older sisters have vanished across the street to their classrooms at the first pealing of the school bell, my mother sits in my dad’s deserted rocker with coffee, toast and the morning paper, and I lie on my stomach in front of the Victrola, switching on the radio.

It is that time of the morning when Mother and I are content to let the morning languish away for awhile. It is a terrific time of freedom for my mother, who often insists she is lazy at heart but who in fact makes sure there is always a meal on the table, skirts hemmed, sheets ironed, Christmas presents piled under the tree in time for them to be admired for a week or more before Christmas, Easter eggs hidden just carefully enough in nests that peek out a tiny bit from beside the sofa or the bottom edge of the curtain.

And for me, it is a time when I have total control over what station the radio in our console record player/radio will be tuned to. Every morning, the Halo Shampoo song issues cheerily out into the morning air and already, in the dawn of media commercials, I have been influenced by what I hear. I have persuaded my mother  to invest in our first bottle of Halo shampoo, and although I am five now and old enough to know the difference between metaphor and truth, still some part of me imagines the halo that will waft lightly over my head next Sunday as I flip my hair at the corner before setting out to cross the one street between our house and the Methodist Church. God will know the difference, I am sure, and at lunch after Church, when Mother serves Devil’s Food Cake, I have convinced myself that the former will surely cancel out the latter.

Prompt words today are halo, terrific, worldwide, languish, accessible and dangling.

Sad Movies

Sad Movies

I’m tired of contrary comments made about my hobby.
It’s my business if I spend my life all sad and sobby.

You think an action movie is what it’s all about
but that it is unusual to let emotions out

exorcising lost love and other sorts of woe
by exercising empathy in a picture show?

Give me a good sad movie that prompts my sobs and tears.
Better than holding  all of your emotion in arrears,

then lashing out at cohorts with more violent means of censure
or expressing it vicariously watching action adventure.


Word prompts today are unusual, contrary, better, comments and hobby.



Mankind has been no bargain. They’ve scorched the living earth,
determined to exploit it to improve their worth.
Bargaining for diamonds, drilling for fossil fuels—
with each new excavation, proving they are fools.

They release noxious gases into the atmosphere,
and with each new admonition, shift to a higher gear.
Who will console our children as they forge ahead
following our example after we are dead?

We leave them with a dying world, and who is to blame?
First, off, those politicians who see it as a game
to increase their power in spite of consequences,
building up their war toys, strengthening defenses.

Extending greedy fingers, needing ever more.
Selling off our future, profiting from war.
While the wise men warn us, who in power listens?
Too busy filling pockets with everything that glistens.


Prompt words today are: fossil, scorch, gas, console, example and bargain.

Birth of a Couch Potato

Birth of a Couch Potato

The crush of humanity, swell of the crowd,
demands a new edict. No  pushing allowed.
Thus turning the scene a tad melancholy,
whereas in the past it had been pretty jolly.

The policy depended, primarily, on shaming
certain well-known revelers I won’t be naming,
by branding them careless , ill-mannered and rude
and other crass labels that I won’t include.

Suffice it to say that this official labeling
contributed much to their social disabling.
Now they sit home getting flaccid and flabby,
watching old episodes of Downton Abbey.


Prompts for today are crush, swell, shaming, flabby, policy and melancholy .
Image by Eric Mclean on Unsplash

Is This a Joke? If So, Not A Very Funny One!!!

I received this email today. If meant as a joke, not the least bit funny. If not a joke, scary as Hell:  I received this in an email. How can it even be legal to put such a threatening message on the Internet? SICK SICK SICK!!!!!

Fact to Fiction: The Storyteller

Fact to Fiction: The Storyteller

If I must explain the robbery of my peace of mind,
I’ll plaster on a smile and see if I can find
languor of mind to do so in a manner so compelling
that you’ll never feel the horror I experience in its telling.

The unity we come to as I come to a conclusion
is a little fantasy created by the fusion
of truth and storytelling, for I never fail
to weave a pretty story out of a horrid tale.

Prompt words today are explain, robbery, unity, conclusion  languor and plaster.