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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.

Honey This and Honey That

 


Your honeyfuggling habits will not work with me.

Your foreplay is of no effect—just makes me want to pee.
If you want to romance me, you’ll have to get more physical.
This flittering and buzzing just makes me slightly quizzical.
You promise that your tactics will become more auspicious,
but then you call me “Honey” and make me more suspicious.
Your strategies of courtship are too fluttery and free.
I fear that our love story was just not meant to “bee.”

 

 

The prompt word for word of the day is honeyfuggle.

Americas Doing Worst in COVID-19 Pandemic, Making Up 55 Percent of Global Deaths

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Fruitless Interrogation

Fuitless Interrogation

When they lampooned the bully, he nearly slipped a gasket.
They had made his effigy and put it in a casket.
When he finds out exactly who engineered this jaunt,
He’ll know whose school locker that he’ll have to haunt
to find retribution—to torture and harass.
When he finds out who did it, he’ll surely have their ass!
But when it comes to sleuthery, he’s not doing so well.
The entire school was in on it. Nobody’s going to tell!

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash. Used with permission. Prompt words today are bully, lampoon, jaunt and basket.

John and Cleo’s Zinnia: Flower of the Day, Sept 8

I love this zinnia sticking up above its bed of green.

See also, Cee’s Perfect Rose: HERE.

Neologism


Neologism

Once talk at the next table had hushed, I made the observation
that it was likely they were listening to our conversation.  
And though they were both smirking and though their eyes were glistening,
they swore they were not eavesdropping. They were just overlistening!

 

For dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge: Eavesdrop. (This true story happened to a friend and me in 1981 in a small diner in Cannon Beach, Oregon.) A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words.

Naked Truth


His truths are vile graffiti scrawled in charcoal on a wall,

your belief in them, immobile—not budgeable at all.
You spout online rhetoric not based on any fact,
using a selfish tyrant to pattern how you act.

I simply cannot understand people of your kind.
Will any foul deed propagated pry open your mind?
Fire, tempest, pestilence—what further natural curse
will finally persuade you that it’s only getting worse?

Divide and conquer is his game, and he’ll use any means
for engineering chaos and creating scenes
matching brother against brother till our nation rips apart.
Destroying all it stood for. Ripping out its heart.

What quality does he display that moves you all to court him?
What single act for common men leads you to support him?
Children kenneled up like animals? Men shot because they’re black?
One-by-one his sane advisers all given the sack?

Our emperor has no clothes on, please take the time to see.
Look at all the devastation—what our country’s come to be.
We are a global laughing stock. If you’d expand your view
beyond Fox News, perhaps this truth would be clear to even you!

 

Photo by Charles Deluvio on Unsplash, used with permission. Prompt words for today are charcoal, online, pattern, pry and mobile.

Can anyone guess what flower this is? FOTD Sept 7, 2020

(No fair. It is actually the calyx that the huge yellow hibiscus from a few days ago fell off of! It’s so pretty that I just left it in the vase.)

This morning, it looks like this: (Click on photos to enlarge.)

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Why Are We Surprised?

As usual, Lydia does a good job of recapping current issues regarding Mr. Trump..Please read and share.

alotfromlydia's avatarA lot from Lydia

Why are we surprised? When I say we, I mean you. This is old news. Trump is a five-time draft dodger, on tape in 2015 disparaging the military service of former United States Senator John McCain. McCain had been a prisoner of war in North Vietnam, offered an early release but refused to leave his fellow captives behind. On March 14, 1973, after having been tortured for five and a half years, he was among 108 prisoners released. The torture he had sustained in those years left him with permanent physical restrictions, such as the inability to raise his arms above his head.

Trump said of McCain: “He’s a hero because he was captured. I like people who weren’t captured.”

Trump called McCain a loser and was so proud of his words that he retweeted a report quoting himself.

The ”breaking news” this week which will supposedly…

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Nonni Hits the Dispensary

This is an informative and entertaining essay by Karen at Momshieb. I just had to reblog it.

momshieb's avatarNot for sissies

Back in the olden days, when I was young and we called it “grass”, I rarely indulged in recreational marijuana.

But times have changed, and Nonni has joined the growing list of aging potheads.

Thanks to a few conflicting but minor ailments, I am now a fibromyalgia patient who can’t take any over the counter pain medications. Nor can I drink alcohol (hello there, aging liver!). I am trying to cut down on the medication that helps me to manage the fibromyalgia discomfort, which means that at the moment the only part of me that doesn’t hurt is my right earlobe.

Enter the magical joy of the Medical Marijuana Card!! Ta, da! Safe and happy pain relief (I hope!)

For the past few years I’ve been the lucky beneficiary of weed guidance from my kids. My sons and son-in-law have helped me to find relief from insomnia by providing me…

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Time and Space


I hear it from afar—

across the street
or down the mountain—
unoccupied laughter
that carries with it
memories
of long-ago encounters.

Lessons learned,
idiosyncrasies shared
with a place and a love
on a mountain
thousands of miles distant
from any previous experience.

These encounters,
long dead,
resurrected
by anonymous merriment
that, unknowing,
carries messages
linked to memory
by some truth
of quantum physics.

Two beings, once connected,
maintain that connection
over time and space.

 Your laugh.

Prompt words today are lesson, Idiosyncrasy, Encounter, Laughter and Unoccupied.