Fool me once
Deceive me once, and be assured,
the likelihood is thin
that you’ll ever have the chance
to lie to me again!
For the Three Things Challenge, the words are: ASSURE,
LIE, DECEIVE Image from Unsplash.
Dove of Peace
To sort out the truth from the snarl of worldly acts—
to distill all that we’ve heard into proven facts
is often impossible. How can we bear the truthfulness
of acts which all too often are heartbreaking in their ruthfulness?
How can we search for truth in what we cannot bear to ponder?
See the blood upon the hands they’ve taken care to launder?
Oh world, I do not want to hold thee close enough.
To do so is too painful, too exceptionally rough.
I cannot take your violence, your heedlessness and gall.
I do not see your fairness or your mercy, over all.
If only of our warring thoughts, we could select the fonder
and find a happier world out there–waiting over yonder.
Many seek this place but we do not know how to find it.
The kernel of the truth’s in all, but how are we to grind it?
In determining the answer, we all must share a part,
and the place where we might find it best is deep within the heart.
For SOCS the prompt is peace/piece
Super Mini Mochi Squishy Toys
For Fibbing Friday the words to define are:
1. Bumfuzzle A tramp’s chin stubble
2. Fartlek: The outcome of overindulging in Czech Chili.
3. Erf: The bark of a hare-lipped dog.
4. Bumbershoot: An unnecessary shot taken at a retreating bear.
5. Smicker: A drunk’s response when first catching sight of Mickey Mouse in Disneyland.
6. Cleek: A camera shot taken by a Frenchman.
7. Salopettes: Yellow cats and dogs .
8. lollygag: What happens when you choke on a sucker.
9. Cutesy-poo: What you find in a baby’s diaper who has swallowed a Super Mini Mochi Squishy toy.
10. Noob: What you have after a boob job.
When it comes to Rubber Birkenstock-Wannabes, I am the influencer. Brad and Eddie showed up at my house as my foot triplets! Six dollars at Walmart.
Can’t resist reposting this post from 4 years ago.
SPEAKING GERMAN IN TEXAS
In Texas there is a town called New Braunfels, where there is a large German-speaking population.
One day, a local rancher driving down a country road noticed a man using his hand to drink water from the rancher’s stock pond.
The rancher rolled down the window and shouted: “Sehr angenehm! Trink das Wasser nicht. Die kuehe haben darein geschissen.”
(This means: “Glad to meet you! Don’t drink the water. The cows have shat in it.”)
The man shouted back: “I’m from New York and just down here campaigning for Trump’s Presidential run. I can’t understand you. Please speak in English.”
The rancher replied: “Use both hands.”
Today, at a White House reception in celebration of Hispanic Heritage Month, President Joe Biden said: “We don’t demonize immigrants. We don’t single them out for attacks. We don’t believe they’re poisoning the blood of the country. We’re a nation of immigrants, and that’s why we’re so damn strong.”. . . .
. . . .(The)impulse to focus on regaining power rather than serving the country was at least part of what was behind Republican vice presidential candidate J.D. Vance’s lie about Haitian immigrants in Springfield, Ohio. That story has gotten even darker as it turns out Vance and Trump received definitive assurances on September 9 that the rumor was false, but Trump ran with it in the presidential debate of September 10 anyway. Now, although it has been made very clear—including by Republican Ohio governor Mike DeWine—that the Haitian immigrants in Springfield are there legally, Vance told a reporter today that he personally considers the programs under which they came illegal, so he is still “going to call [a Haitian migrant] an illegal alien.”
For Cee’s FOTD
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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.
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/wednesday-poetry-prompts-713
Cicatrix
I know better than you
what lies buried under
my healed-over self.
The raised part of me
grown to protect the wound
creates this distance
that I once warned you of.
I need to thicken that part of me
where part of you remains,
and if for this time you gasp for air,
it is my thick skin growing over you,
like an orb spider winding you in my web
until you become
the one in me hidden so deep
that even you
believe you’ve disappeared.
For dVerse Poets I have used the “image” ending.
To see how others responded to the prompt go HERE.
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