Monthly Archives: February 2025

“The Ballad of Henry and Ruth” For MVB, Feb 8, 2025

 

For the MVB prompt of “Candy Bar” today, I am reblogging a poem written a few years ago:

The Ballad of Henry and Ruth

Before she met him at the candy store,
her days were empty and her life was a bore;
but when he offered her his 
Jujyfruits,
in just a moment they were in cahoots.
He was the drummer in a R&R band.
Down all 
5th Avenue, he held her hand.
She felt his pulse beat pump a sweet love tune
and knew he’d be her 
Sugar Daddy soon.

Chorus:

Yes she met him at the candy store,
between the sucker rack and front screen door.
He nearly tripped over her 
Mary Janes
and crashed into a rack of 
Candy Canes.
The 
Double Bubble and the Tootsie Roll Pops
collided with the 
mints and lemon drops.
Their love was written in the moon and stars,
but realized beneath the 
Hershey Bars!

Oh Henry, she was crooning, and much more.
He loved this 
Bit O’ Honey down to the core.
Shifted his 
Firestick and they went for a ride
his 
Baby Ruth snuggled right up to his side.
She cried, “
Oh, Henry!” as they hit the Mounds,
poppin’ wheelies as they did the rounds.
He was no 
Slo-Poke, tell you here and now,
so as he swerved to miss a big 
Black Cow,

The car rolled over on its Rollo Bars
crashing into six  more hot rod cars.
Atomic Fireball” said the words on his car.
Now how appropriate those two words are.
100 Grand it costs him on Payday
so he’ll be working every night and day—
his
 Red Hot mama working by his side,
for now his 
Sweet Tart is his blushing bride.

Repeat Chorus:

 And, thanks to Björn, this poem is going to the moon in the lunar codex! Who would have guessed? A friend has even set it to music, so if I can find it, I’ll add a link below or publish in a new blog.

Circus Muses

This is one of the pieces I’ll be showing in the Artful Codgers show whose opening reception will be held on Saturday, February 8, in the Cultural Center in the Ajijic Plaza between 4 and 6:30 PM. . The show will be open until February 17. The name of the piece is “Circus Muses.” Its explanation is given below the piece.

Circus Muses

In the tiny notebook which the animals are jumping out of is written the story of this piece, which I have copied below:

Did I ever have a fantasy of running away to join the circus? I did. The small town traveling circuses of my American 50’s youth still exist in Mexico, so maybe in running away to Mexico, I’ve finally come closer again to that childhood. For thirteen years, I traveled around the USA doing arts and crafts shows. Putting up and tearing down the tents, creating a new world every weekend, I felt that I’d finally joined the circus. What I learned was that circuses are hard work, but still carry magic. It’s getting increasingly easier to move away to Mexico and never really leave the States, but the mystery is still here, and some of it assembles itself overnight in empty lots in small towns all over Mexico. I try to keep that mystery in my writing and my art by being more led by intuition than by logic; but in addition to this spontaneity, I also need the preciseness of repeated rituals. The circus only works if the tent stays up!!!

 The beginning of this piece was the assembled image of the woman muse.  At first, she had the face of my mother, which I copied onto white cotton and glued over the face of the  old ceramic doll form.  I know that much of my creativity comes from early writing sessions with my mother.  The creativity which she chose not to pursue was handed on to me, and I wished to honor her.  While I was working on this piece, however, Frida kept creeping in and trying to take over. I glued her face over that of my mother, then peeled it off, then glued on another and peeled it off.  In the end, I covered all the layers with a mask, but later chose to raise the mask which now resides perched over one eye. What we do to expand the themes and techniques and legends of those who come before us needs to rise above imitation. What we can bring that is both authentic and new is the constant task of the artist. The painter clown, who is trying to paint something original, keeps ending up duplicating Frida’s face and her cast-off images lie crumpled up and discarded on the floor.

Around her waist, the muse wears a bag woven of morning glory vines which contains a tiny paintbrush.  In her hand is a small pair of silver scissors.  The jewel in her necklace is one of a pair of tiny silver dice.  The background picture of the blue lady is from a work by Ana Oneglia, my favorite  Santa Cruz, CA artist. There are many more secrets hidden in this piece. Yours to decipher.

P.S. I see that in this photo the mask has slipped down to cover the face. I have fastened it up again, so the face of Frida Kahlo in addition to a second face partially peeled off may be seen under the mask.

“Not by Bulk”, for SOCS, Feb 7, 2025

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Five Bananas

I was on my way home from the weekly market today, going to my car to get a thermal bag to buy ice at the corner liquor store,  when I passed a big truck selling fruit and vegetables.  I asked if they had bananas that weren’t green.  He got up in the truck, showed me some and I said “How much?”  He gave me a price for 2 kilos (about 4 lbs) and I said, no, I didn’t need that many and thanked him.  I realized then that he probably just sold in bulk to small grocery stores in the area.  I got in my car and drove a block away to another small fruit market and just as I was going to open my car door, the truck pulled up beside me.  The window next to me was rolled down and the man held out a bunch of five bananas.  I asked how much and he smiled and said, “It is a gift” and they drove away. Later, I saw them in another store and asked if I could buy them something to drink from the cold case, but they both said no.

Some days are worth getting out of bed for!!!

 

The prompt for SOCS today is “bulk.”

Palm Fruiting Fronds, for FOTD Feb 7, 2025

For Fibbing Friday, Feb 7, 2025

For Fibbing Friday this week, the task at hand is to define:

  • Cachinnate: To put something away
  • Cacoethes: A Greek famous for his addiction to chocolate
  • Callipygian: A descriptive word for someone who makes phone calls to swine..
  • Confabulate: Someone in favor of washing garments at the last moment possible.
  • Cankerblossom:  Herpes outbreaks on the lips
  • Chicanery:  The act of flirting with girls
  • Cloff: To jump off a precipice
  • Canorous :Description of a teacher given to not sparing the rod as a disciplinary measure
  • Coxcomb: To straighten the feathers on a rooster
  • Clishmaclaver: Nickname of the youngest daughter of a Scottish laundress

Crowded Secret, For Writing Prompts, Feb 6, 2025

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Crowded Secret

This secret
shared with only you
has become crowded.

Like a party with too many guests,
it spills up the staircase
and into private rooms.

This secret with only room for two
has nudged you out of my confidence
as this one and this one and this one

crowd in to offer advice
just as though
they had been invited.

or Writing Prompts: Secrets

Help!!!!!!!

Is anyone else having trouble with the Reader? I cannot see who has just posted blogs. Clicking eyeglasses doesn’t help..I only see one person’s blog at a time. No scrolling. Are others having this problem? Sorry if I’m not viewing and commenting on your blogs.. I have no idea who is posting.

Royal Poinciana, for FOTD Feb 6, 2025

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R.I.P. my dear departed royal poinciana tree. The most beautiful of trees lakeside. I’ve planted a new one that is still very small. May it be as beautiful and as huge as this one grew to be.

 

For Cee’s FOTD

The Lady Doth Protest Just Right, Methinks, for Wed. Poetry Prompt

Does this look like a sixty year old leg to you? She posed for it!!!

The Lady Doth Protest Just Right, Methinks

Any idiot can use
Shakespeare as his means to excuse
ardor that is uninvited,
passion that is unrequited.
Just like a half-schooled jerk to quote
a line that he has learned by rote.

“The Lady Doth Protest too much. . . .”
he says as he expands his clutch.
As she then makes attempts to guard her
honor from his excess ardor,
if he won’t take her “No!” verbatim,
there is one way to educate him.

For when a lady’s had enough,
it may behoove her to get rough.
That she may return home intact
may require much less tact
and more physicality
to apprise him of reality.

A well-placed knee aimed at his tool
may seem unfairly base and cruel,
yet if mere words will not connect,
this simple action might correct.
If entreaties will not stir him,
extreme sign language might deter him.

Wednesday Poetry Prompt is “Just like ……”

Elastic, for RDP Wednesday

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Elastic
(Cyber Romance)

Our affection is elastic, stretching from here to there.
My nightly kisses reach you through a thousand miles of air.
We have a date at 2 p.m., another at eleven
or twelve or one. It matters not. This freedom is just heaven.
No scrambling for a lipstick. No reaching for our combs.
No need to leave the comforts of our cozy homes.
No reservations must be made, no flowers to be bought.
No rashes to be suffered and no colds to be caught.
We are so safe here sheltered each in our favorite place
without expending energy meeting face-to-face.
It is a cyber romance—the newest thing to do.
And instead of having babies—one, perhaps, or two,
emojis I will give thee—as many as you please.
Life is so much simpler  lived out via screens and keys.

 

 

RDPFor RDP Wednesday: Elastic