For Cee’s FOTD
The Ticket
Because I could not stop for death,
three times it let me pass,
but the reprieve it granted,
sadly will not last.
Frequently, it beckons,
choosing friend after friend
in a sad progression
I know will never end.
One day it will summon
and I can’t refuse to go.
I only hope that when it comes,
my passing won’t be slow.
Let us go then, you and I,
forgoing futile censure,
traveling without regrets
into this new adventure.
For Cee’s FOTD
The NaPoWriMo prompt was to create a new Superhero. This is my response.
No Can Do
Who needs another superhero? Aren’t there enough?
Thinking up another one is going to be rough.
Of Doctors, Bats and Green ones, it seems we’ve had our fill,
and Possum Girl or Rat Boy doesn’t seem to fill the bill.
All heroic adjectives have already been used.
“Incredible” and “Super” I fear have been abused.
So what’s a gal to do when asked to make a new one?
I think that I must answer, it’s impossible to do one!!
Just for the record, I actually did create a superhero poem a few years ago for NaPoWriMo. If you’d like to check it out, HERE is a link.
This is an alphabetically ordered list of superheroes from Encyclopaedia Britannica and DC Comics:
For NaPoWriMo Superhero prompt Image is a Marvel Stock image
Midnight Minuet
Sneaking down the unlit hall,
we take turns answering nature’s call,
awaiting our own turn to sneak
to the john to have a leak.
In the darkness, we repeat
this rather tricky hourly feat.
Him, then her, then me at last.
So are our nightly ramblings cast.
It is not choice that brings us here
to void ourselves of pop or beer.
In fact, a full night’s sleep we seek—
our intentions strong, but bladders weak.
At eleven, twelve and one and two,
sleeping is what we’d rather do.
Instead, we do-si-do—just missing
the next sojourner bent on pissing!
This poem is dedicated to all of those over sixty who find themselves taking more nightly journeys down the hall than in the past. Perhaps, like me, you are a houseguest. If so, there is no avoiding the nocturnal shuffle if your hosts, like you, are of a certain age.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt is Nocturnal
Comb vs. Hair
Every day, the great debate
as I attempt to set it straight.
Yet despite how hard I try,
it continues to go awry.
The straight and narrow is not its schtick.
It’s stubborn, willful, obtusely thick.
It wanders from my planned-out way.
Down former paths it prefers to stray.
Daily, I attempt to guide,
while it goes against the tide.
Unruly tangles and snarls abide
while I would choose to smoothly slide
down tresses lovely, shiny, straight,
instead, alas, it is its fate
to wander this way and then that.
(Perhaps it’s best to wear a hat
when wandering away from home?)
This hair will never succumb to comb!!!
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem in which two things have a fight.
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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #18” Today’s number is 139. 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 under that number and include 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.
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