For Cee’s FOTD
When We Let Our Leaders Fail Us
Way back in my innocence, I thought the world was fair.
My biggest daily decision was what I chose to wear.
The probability of danger then was very rare.
The world, not yet insidious, was still one I could bear.
I knew I could accomplish all that I would dare.
I didn’t fear the water or anguish o’er the air.
The very thought of fire did not move me to despair.
But as men work to turn the dream of nature to nightmare,
most of those in power do not seem to care,
letting some wreak damage as others simply stare,
mouths open in horror over the whole affair.
Protestors standing in the street, protestors on the stairs,
poets writing poetry, crouched within their lairs,
looking at what God hath wrought and tearing at their hair.
Will our help come from heaven or approach us through the air,
coming from other galaxies to see how we might fare,
finally making contact not to conquer but to share,
setting down amongst us not to pillage, rape or tear,
but rather as our saviors, bent upon repair.
It’s never too late to experience growing pains. If it is our onus in life to grow and to change, with no cutoff point after which we are absolved of this duty, then why are we dumbfounded when those pains of adolescence occur again and again at each stage of life? We perhaps grow more serious over the years, but need we become less sensitized? Does the snub, the willful wounding, the being overlooked, the derision become less important? If so, why? Perhaps it is a mark of self-worth, and that is good, but if it is merely the building of a cocoon around ourselves, except in the direst of circumstances, it becomes more of a punishment than a defense.
We are born into this world to experience and therefore, are given defenses to deal with the negative, but when those defenses grow to isolate us, then they become more than protective blankets. They become walls which become our prisons. We were meant to experience and to be vulnerable to changes. And lest we atrophy, from the cradle to the crematorium, we need to fight to keep ourselves open to those experiences that invite change.
For MVB the prompt is “Dumfounded.”
I wrote this advice to myself four years ago on my birthday, but decided to remind myself again of its message.
“Pick”led
Pack a peck of pickle parts
in a silver jar.
If you feed them to a lover,
he will not stray too far.
Neither pocket book nor hockey puck
will sway his thoughts for long.
You’ll have him humming melodies,
then you’ll pick out your song
repeated in sweet harmony
as he sings along.
For SOCS the prompt is: “pack/peck/pick/“pock/puck.” Use one or use ’em all for bonus points—it’s up to you! https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/24840312/posts/5529707414
Un-
prompted,
they’d be single-tasked,
In fact, if she had not been asked,
she would never have de-masked,
the wine would not have been de-casked,
his shy love not
so quickly-tasked
in saying yes to
the question asked.
The Daily Prompt is “Unprompted.”
Isiidro, Master Egg-cracker, shows us how to do the job.
Play video here: https://youtube.com/shorts/wUalcBmT-tA?
This is actually the wrong video.. A longer one will download as soon as I’ve managed to download it to my computer.. so far 41% downloaded in past 2 hours!!
For Fibbing Friday today the prompt words inviting daffynitions are:
1. Aurora: A sound a lion makes
2. Argument: What is about to be ruined by Donald Trump.
3. Blessing: What there be when the printer runs out of coloring agent.
4. Smack: What some do in Hollywood when they can’t direct, produce, do stunts, operate cameras or serve as wardrobe and makeup mistresses.
5. Embarrassment: Extreme distress over forgetting to wear one’s underwear.
6. Prickle: What an extremely nasty person deserves to get on his hamblurger.
7. Bloat: What you are supposed to do to a birthday candle.
8. Coalition: The act of accustomizing oneself to heat by fossil fuels.
9. Barrel: A small rotund member of the Ursus species..
10. Zeal:A type of ocean animal with flippers that frequents the Zyder Zee.
Having trouble posting as WP seems to have killed the Classic Editor and I am not, after 13 years of blogging, able to do what I want to do to post this blog. WHY HAVE THEY NEEDED TO CHANGE EVERY SINGLE APP I USE THIS YEAR? IT IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!
The day started out with an amazing display of the egg-creacking skill of Isidro, who cracked 16 eggs with a single-hand technique and dropped only one bit of eggshell into the bowl!!! Yesterday, as you recall, I was dropping 4 or more tiny eggshell triangles with every egg I cracked. He learned his technique in an Aptos, CA restaurant kitchen and it is still serving him well! Brad was the chef with eggs cooked with tiny pieces of garbanzos, cheese, ham, salami and I know not what else. Delicious. Plus a breakfast tossed lettuce salad. Odd but good. Later we had to drive to Melaque to pay Isidro’s income tax at the bank. Then to lunch on the beach where we were told we were sitting at a rental table and if we wanted to order from the restaurant, we needed to move back to the restaurant section. We never did figure this out as we saw him delivering meals to all of those “rental tables.” Another Mexican Mystery. Then home to walks on the beach, hammock-hanging, a few games of dice and then hammock-talking in the dark under the palapa with waves in the background…Venus shining huge in the black sky. Paradise. Now in bed at 11:30 telling you all about it!
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