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Under the sand are palaces. I’ve seen them in my dreams:
vast halls and empty chambers smoothly rounded at their seams.
Every wall is made of sand. Each ceiling, archway, floor––
as though carved by master craftsmen, digging at its core––
is so magnificent, you’d think they were the stuff of lore.
You may also see them, but you must provide the door.
Though the chambers are filled in, they’re there without a doubt.
You are the one creating them by what you will scoop out.
The beauty’s hidden in the sand, waiting in your sleep
for you to dig the castles out from where they’re buried deep.
All your day’s exhaustion your dream labor will abort,
for what you build in slumber is work of a different sort.
Sand brought to the surface is what you get to keep
of subterranean palaces dug out in your sleep.
As you build aboveground castles in the world that we all know,
you reveal the outward structure of the inner rooms below,
furnishing the magic that the world will see through you,
showing what’s inside of you by what you bring to view.
for dVerse Poets: Magic Realism
Image: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ra_Paulette
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These videos are sorta wonky due to the inexpertise of the camerawoman! Click on the first video twice and it will enlarge and play, but at its end, Youtube will take you to a screen with a bunch of other Youtube videos on it. Just double click on it and then double click on the next egg hunting screen on my blog and the same thing will happen all the way through. Wish I knew editing so I could edit them all together and also take the shots of my feet walking along in pursuit out of the one video. Perhaps one of these years I’ll learn how to do so. In the meantime, if you have patience, go ahead and try to watch these frenzied little videos. Happy Easter!!! And thanks to Forgottenman for all his patience in getting these videos from Youtube to you.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #69” Today’s number is 190. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
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Revolution
You’ve staged a friendly takeover of my willing heart,
and now you hold the power to upset the apple cart.
You are the despot of my dreams, plotter of all my hopes.
You share that flashy facade of other misanthropes.
By accepting without judgment all your base instruction,
I complied with your deception and shared in my destruction.
You are the low point of my life and now I must be free
to leave that life you cast me in to see what I can be.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 703 the words are:
flashy facades free takeover destruction power despots low hope heart hold how
This is only about 1/3 of the photos I took. Can’t resist showing them. I have movies of the egg hunt I’ll publish in another blog. The kids will enjoy seeing their photos. We had so much fun. The adults are Isidro, one of the first friends I made when I came to Mexico. He is an amazing artist. The tattoo is actually of a painting he did of himself. His son Wayan tattooed it onto his sister Paloma’s arm! The children around her and Isidro are her and her sister’s. Isidro has 6 grandchildren who are all in these photos. The youngest searcher is Alejandra’s baby. She is the niece of Yolanda(my housekeepr and friend of 24 years) and I first knew her as a student in the kid’s camp I used to assist with. Paloma, Isidro’s daughter and mom of four of his grandchildren, I knew as a small girl. She won an art competition I sponsored for kids to make posters to encourage people to clean up the lake..So I’ve made it through one generation in Mexico.
I’m going to post this. I’ll post a link to the videos later if you haven’t had your fill of Easter revelries. They are not professional level videos, as a matter of fact the last one I mistakenly recorded in slow motion . I don’t even know how to do that! It did it itself. I kind of like the effect, though. At any rate, here are the stills.
In one half hour ten children and parents will descend on my yard for an Easter Egg hunt. Yoli and Marie Jose came to help me hide the eggs–110 in all. The dogs are at the neighbors, the Easter Egg hunters’ pretty bags with one egg the color and pattern of the ones they have to find, two rubber duckies and a plastic bag of gummy worms await their selection and then the hunt is on!!!
More to follow !!!!!
Please note that I’ve used the punctuation marks in place of the words that describe them, so in reading the poem, you need to pronounce each mark. For ! say exclamation mark. For. say period.
Unruly Punctuation
When a guy driving a GMC
swoops into line in front of me
and takes the place I meant to park,
I use an !
While the ,’s made for multi-tasking,
in a sentence meant for asking,
there has to be a ?
lest readers be left in the dark.
An ! is fine
when simply put at end-of-line,
but,
too many (quite a fault of mine)
bring out the punctuation narcs
to ban those !!!!!!!!!!
Those abounding in . . .
are labeled punctuation gypsies
because they don’t know when to stop.
So please call in a grammar cop.
I must admit that I am rash
and tend to overuse the —.
What’s more, my editor goes crazy
when I forget or just get lazy.
His eyes bug out, his face goes red
when I make use of – instead.
The . is the simplest mark.
At sentence end it’s meant to park.
It’s always put where it is best
to let the sentence come to rest,
and no one puts it elsewhere lest
the reader is put to the test
to search from clause to clause to clause
to figure out where he can pause.
When I think of rhymes for ,
only strange words like pajama
are what come to mind—or llama—
or words not to the point, like “mama;”
so I’ll just say the Oxford ,
is like MAGA folks to Obama.
If his (and my) advice is heeded,
it will be clear that they’re not needed!!!
The purpose of the ’
is as clear as it can be:
Judy’s car or Judy’s house,
Judy’s dog or Judy’s spouse.
Yet, when the pronoun enters in,
it is the biggest grammar sin
to use apostrophes for possession
(although I’ll make this hard confession
that often I, unthinkingly,
will write it’s where it never fits.)
It’s in possession should be its!)
“It’s” only used as a contraction.
(It’s a faction, but not it’s faction.)
I think I may conduct a poll on
: versus ;
Which one separates two clauses,
signaling those longer pauses;
and which one signifies a list?
I’m sure that you have got the gist
of which is which—where each should go
to end this punctuation woe.
( ) mark an aside, much as a—might do,
Like “ ”, they’re paired. You always must use two.
Which brings us to the – that joins a compound word.
You never put a space in. To do so is absurd.
You should not use it as a dash with spaces on each side.
That is an antique usage that I simply can’t abide.
Yet if you choose to Google some of the rules here,
there will be discrepancies from site to site, I fear.
What I say they’ll question. They’ll support what I must pan.
So I can only say that I’ve accomplished what I can.
In spite of all my studying, despite my dedication—
I find that few agree on rules applied to punctuation!!!!
Here’s my response for SOCS: Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “exclamation.’” Add an exclamation mark to your title or the first word/sentence of your post and just keep writing. Have fun!
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The word puzzles for Fibbing Friday are:
1. Synergy: The amount of vigor/vitality we possess that is delegated to the pursuit of evil .
2. Synonym: The false name we use when embarking on naughty endeavors
3. Synchronicity: When we chance upon someone equally larcenous as ourselves
4. Syncopate: When change our hairdo to follow a fad.
5. Synopsis: What the naughty sister often says to her perfect sister when trying to persuade her to participate in one of her “adventures.”
6. Synaesthesia: When you wake up not remembering the wild night before.
7. Synaptosome: A naughty website availabe to some but not all.
8. Synanthropes: Naughty sinners
9. Synagogal: A lady of dubious morals who is up for nearly everything.
10 Synaptid: The fake name you use to go onto naughty internet sites.