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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

“And By the Way, He Totally Denies It.” ~Donald J.Trump

Some shocking statements here, unfortunately quotes from our POTUS, but something everyone should see. Another good one from Lydia.

A lot from Lydia

Denial is not absolution.

Donald Trump has done something no president has done before. He has exposed the hypocrisy of the evangelical right, and the GOP.

“Roy Moore denies it. That’s all I can say. He denies it. And by the way, he totally denies it.” ~ Donald Trump, sexual predator

There has been an undercurrent building, fueled by indignation at our society’s inclination to look the other way, make excuses for predators, and blame victims- while it protects those men who commit unspeakable crimes.

Trump’s endorsement of this man, whose predatory behavior was so blatant he was banned for life from a shopping mall, can only feed the backlash against abuse and empower more victims to come forward naming their attackers.

Trump isn’t the only politician to dismiss Moore’s crimes. Alabama Governor Kay Ivy has stated she believes the accusers, who say Senate hopeful Roy Moore sexually harassed and…

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“New Editor is Broken”

Has anyone else found that when they try to switch to the new editor when editing their blog that it instead opens a new document?  I also can’t reach the happiness engineers. When I hit the button to contact them after writing about the problem I’m having, it just brings me back to the form again instead of putting me in touch.

Mercy Oath

Mercy Oath

I have mercy on spiders and and crickets and snakes.
I swerve on the highway for animals’ sakes,
but I swat at mosquitoes and execute flies
when they land on my food or dive bomb my eyes.
I do not like insects to invade my bod
like noseeums that dive in a suicide squad.

I poison leaf cutters and stomp on each roach
and execute scorpions that dare to encroach
on my personal space. There’s a place here for all,
but not on my floor or pillow or wall.
Though I don’t wish to be overly cruel,
each thing in its place is the usual rule.

Ladybugs, dragonflies, butterflies and
hoppers and roly-bugs are simply grand.
I’ll rescue bees when they fall in my pool.
Wasp nests I’ll leave as a usual rule
if they are no danger to human or cats.,
and my tejas are havens for dozens of bats.

Possums in my bushes and nests in each tree
are not a problem. They don’t bother me.
We’re all placed in this world to subsist with each other
which means we must learn to exist with each other.
So I here take a vow to hurt no living thing
that doesn’t eat plants or bite, pinch or sting.

 

The prompt today is mercy.

Mr. Crow


Mr. Crow

A flash of shadow in morning’s glow–
interrupts the daylight’s flow.
That sleek black coat I seem to know.
Why have you come here, Mr. Crow?


I heard that here the water’s fine.

The garden lush. The fruit divine.
I saw it falling from the vine
and swooped right in to make it mine.


You bow at us as though in jest,
then bend your wing and dip your chest.
You have not come at our behest.
We know you rob the songbird’s nest.


But I just stand here, staunch and tall.

I make no movement, sound no call.
I threaten no one.  None at all.
Your garden holds me in its thrall.


The mourning doves and chickadees
do not bathe here as they please.
Black bird, you splash there, as though to tease,
then dry your feathers in the breeze.

I watch to see what you may do.
Through kitchen window, you’re in full view.
One beaded eye of turquoise hue
watches no songbirds.  It watches you.


Mr. Crow, with feathers fine,
take care where you might choose to dine.
The grapes you eat were meant for wine.
Please stick to seeds.  The grapes are mine!


To those of you behind the drapes,

it is a myth I dine on grapes
In garden grass, I watch for shapes.
No skittering snake or mouse escapes.


Small birds won’t deign to linger near
or take a bath while you are here.
Their fluttering movements display their fear.
They find your visit very queer.


I haven’t been here very long.

I’ve robbed no grapes, I’ve stilled no song.
Though your suspicions are grossly wrong,
since I’m not welcome, I’ll move along.

The blackbird lifts from saucer’s edge,
skirts the  treetops, lands on the hedge.

A warbler lifts from stalks of sedge
and takes his place on the birdbath’s ledge.


Since I was traveling from the time I woke up at 4 a.m. this morning until I got home 12 hours later, this is a rewrite of a poem from 2 1/2 years ago. Today’s prompt is nest.