for CFFC
Election Year Blues
This is nuts!
No ands or buts.
Change is brewing,
voters stewing.
Economic crunch,
most of the bunch
Half-Baked choices,
crazy voices.
Urban jumble
about to crumble.
The Yellow Brick Road
Soon to erode.
A Dastardly Mash
of rich guys’ cash
Make Rocky Roads
of mother lodes.
Cool Britannia
wins the day
as the rest of Earth
Just melts away!
For dVerse Poets Ben & Jerry prompt. The italicized words above are all Ben & Jerry flavors and yes, I admit I sneaked in one non-B&J flavor as well!!! Plus, changed the rhyme scheme in the last stanza. I should run for public office, changing the rules like that!!!
Here are the flavor choices:
Change is Brewing – current
Half-Baked – created in 2000 -still going strong
Urban Bourbon – 2017 -still going strong
Coffee Coffee Buzzbuzzbuzz – current
Wavy Gravy – 1993 – 2001
Urban Jumble – 2000 -2001
Dastardly Mash – 1979 – 1991
Miz Jelena’s Sweet Potato Pie – 1992 – 1993
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – limited edition available July 18 to 25, 2008
Late Night Snack – 2010 – 2014
Imagine Whirled Peace – 2007 – 2013
Sugar Plum – 1989 – 1990
Cool Britannia – 1995 – 1998
Economic Crunch – only in 1987 during the stock market crash
This is Nuts 2001 – 2002
To see other posts that feature Ben & Jerry flavors, go HERE.
Night Terror
The circuits were all overcharged the night that one livewire
crossed another, triggering an electrical fire.
It was approximately midnight when I brutally awoke,
avulsed from bed and blanket by the acrid plumes of smoke.
Reeling from my dreamworld, plunged into reality,
Suffering from vertigo, I attempted to flee.
Gathered in my father’s arms, comforted by his grasping,
I was rushed into the cool night air, coughing, choking, gasping.
Our neighbors gathered all around to comfort and to gape—
to give thanks with our family for our safe escape.
Fire whistles shrilling their approaching welcome scream,
I was jerked awake once more from that childhood dream.
And even though I knew those terrors were all in my head,
I padded down the hallway into my parents’ bed.
Prompts today are livewire, approximately, brutal, avulse, overcharge and vertigo.
Weekend Regression
On Friday night I imbibe ’till I’m jolly,
but such jubilation I’ve found is sheer folly.
Infatuated with letting off steam,
I raise up a glass with the rest of the team.
After Saturday night I have energy left,
but by Sunday night I’m worn out and bereft.
Weekends are fun-filled and rowdy and timeless,
but by their end we are blown-out and dimeless.
I realize this statement is rather reductive,
but weekends, I’ve found, are counterproductive.
Monday mornings I’m frowzy, Tuesday, not much better,
not ’till Wednesday or Thursday in finer fetter.
Ready to gear up for more Friday fun,
and a whole weekend in which to run
reckless and feckless and feeling the perks
of two whole days in which nobody works!!!!
Prompts today are.: left, infatuated, sheer, counterproductive, timeless, frowzy,
White Glove, Black Glove
The chef prepares to disinter the roast.
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Moonlight Reflection
The radiant moon invites me to meander to the pool.
To miss its cloud-scrimmed drama would reveal me as a fool.
Its flickering light reflected in the pool’s steaming glass,
I part its even surface asunder as I pass.
Clothed in liquid light, I walk a smooth straight line,
reflectively immersed in this world that is all mine.
I have no other idol except this ghost of moon.
I feel that I could taste it if I only had a spoon.
Its taste would be ambrosial upon my earthly tongue—
the first to taste a lunar menu formerly unsung.
I bundle up my prayers and toss them overhead,
leaving all my worries unthought of and unsaid.
The stone steps lead me up again from its steaming mass
and I shed off moonlight around me as I pass.
I take its memory with me as I return to bed,
the splendor of the moonlight forever in my head.
Today’s prompt words are: reflective radiant immersed meander idol line taste drama ghost flickering stone. The photos I took two weeks ago before leaving my house to travel to the states for my school reunion. A glorious scene. One of the shots is the moon and trees reflected in the surface of my pool that is fed by hot mineral springs that pass through the magma layer fed by the Colima Volcano, 80 miles away. I swim in it almost nightly.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 562
Reality Redefined
(From Reality Shows to Reality Politicians, the meaning
of the word seems to have shifted to its opposite.)
Your underwhelming comments on my photographs should shame me,
but if they foster apathy, you really cannot blame me.
Timeless snapshots can’t be made of subjects that are boring,
and ordinary truth, it seems, leaves viewers merely snoring.
“What seems to be” has turned into the new truth that we seek—
reality becoming something we can tweak.
A pantomimed emotion, sadly, I must confess,
if one is good enough at it, is good enough, I guess.
So bring on the kitschy actor, the reality show clown.
Their entertainment value will bring them wide renown.
They are what is called for in this modern cyber world.
“Reality’s” new meaning therein has been unfurled.
Prompt words are snapshot, underwhelming, timeless, kitschy, foster and pantomime.
A few days ago I showed Quilled Flowers. Today I’m showing Quilted ones. This gorgeous quilt was hanging in my doctor’s office in Sheridan, Wyoming. It was quilted by the receptionist in the office and is even more beautiful and detailed in person than in this photo.
For Cee’s FOTD
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 