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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.

Work in Progress


 ForgottenMan gave me permission instructed me gave me his blessing said it might be a good idea … to inform you about the project I’m working on. He added this photo of me in Ethiopia in 1973. The book I’m writing is about this period during which the Ethiopian Marxist revolution was brewing. My friend Leslie offered to come over for a three day intensive where we would both work only on our books. It worked so well that we’re doing it again for four days, starting tomorrow. Here are a few shots of last week’s session. I’ll see you on Monday! (Click on first photo to enlarge all and read captions.)

 

Poor Timing

photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash. Used with permission.

Poor Timing

She kept her heart protected securely in a box
bound up with heavy chains and secured by keys and locks
so no one could purloin it. No one could even try.
All potential lovers were forced to pass her by.
Not for her two entities entwined into one.
As other women sought their mates, she was content with none.

She never walked the nuptial aisle. No vows were ever said.
Never spread her gown out upon the wedding bed.
Never succumbed to childbirth. Never soothed the brow
of a fevered toddler and never until now
regretted what she’d missed in life by sealing tight the gate
that at last she’s throwing open, but, alas, it is too late.

Prompt words for today are purloin, box and entty. These are all the prompt words posted now and actually, Ragtag’s prompt of purloin is from yesterday–posted too late for me to use it then. I’m going on a four day writing intensive with a friend to work on the book I’ve been putting off for so long, so I won’t be posting again until Monday, but Forgottenman has generously agreed to repost some of my old poems each day on my blog for me—possibly things from so long ago that we’ve all forgotten them, so hope you drop by and have a look. See you on Monday!!! xoxoo

FOTD Sep 26, 2019

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For Cee’s FOTD

Flower of the Day, Sept 25, 2019

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

And Now, Live from the White House—

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And Now, Live from the White House!!!

Of all the fake reality shows that fill our brains these days,
not one equals the White House for ridiculous displays.
They’re threatening to serialize his perpetual tweets—
his petty little comments, his braying and his bleats.
For when it comes to ludicrous, I’d say he fills the bill.
No other words more petty have been issued from the hill
in two hundred forty-three years since our country first began.
No other leader so foolish. No other leader so tan.
Perhaps those tanning rays have permanently fried his brain.
That serves as a solution for these comments so inane.
Now when it comes to comedy, it seems the whole world’s watching

to see how long we’ll put up with his blathering and botching.
They find it most amazing that his show has run so long
without somebody finding the nerve to ring the gong!!!

 

(If you don’t know what the Gong Show was, click below to find out:)

 

Prompt words for the day are threat, serialize, perpetual and bill.

Cars and Trucks

 

Click on any photo to enlarge them all.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Cars and Trucks

How Come the Thumb?

How Come the Thumb?

Yum.
Your thumb
looks so delicious I can almost taste it.
And I can see that you’re not going to waste it.
But, after you have had a few more sips from it,
do you suppose you could remove your tongue and lips from it
so I can see your face
without the thumb in place?
No?
I thought so.

Well, that’s okay. I’m used to seeing little kids with gums
around their thumbs.
In fact, I’ve never seen a little kid from North or South
Who could keep a thumb as good as yours out of his mouth.
Thumbs need comfort too, I realize.
And a mouth’s the perfect size
for a thumb to hide
inside.
In fact, a tongue
is strung
just right for chewing it,
so I’m not blaming you for doing it.
Bigger kids have learned how not to suck their thumbs like that.
But you’re too young for that.

Anyway, I think your thumb is great. I wouldn’t want to knock it.
I just thought, perhaps, you’d like to store it in your pocket
for awhile. Of course, in there it’s sure to get fuzz stuck on it,
which might affect your further plans to suck on it.
So, you would have to find things for your mouth to do
while there’s no thumb in you.

For instance, maybe you could hum
or chew some gum
and blow a bubble big enough to stretch from here to here
(from ear to ear.)
Or, if you could learn to purse your lips,
we could rehearse your lips
to teach them how to whistle the same song
all day long.
Which is guaranteed to irritate your dad and mum
as least as much as sucking thumb.

I’ve got to tell you, though, you can’t get any songs or gum in
with that thumb in.
So, why not jerk that thumb from in between your lips?
You’ll free your mouth for sips,
for lollipops and jawbreakers.
Why not just let your thumbs be paw shakers?
Develop a grip. Shake hands with friends.
They’ll love your handshakes with no soggy fingers at the ends.

Now I don’t want for you to take this wrong.
You wouldn’t have to take it out for long.
But if you’d pull that thumb out for a while,
Just long enough to show your smile,
I’d love to see your face for once with nothing in it.
Of course that’s hard for little kids––Hey, wait a minute.
Just what are those
two pink things there beneath your nose?
Are those your lips without a thumb in them?
And filled with just the teeth that come in them?

Is that your thumb so dry and pink?
I think
it’s feeling better out in open space
than it has ever felt there in your face.
You must have had that mouth with not a finger in it
for at least a minute.
And you are looking very debonair
without those fingers waving in the air.
In fact, since you have ceased to suckle
on your knuckle,
you’re acting so much bolder,
that you are looking older.

So, now my only question is, how come
you never thought before to give up chewing thumb?

 

For dVerse Poets Pub. Somehow, these two Kafka quotes below wound up leading to the children’s book/verse above:
“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.” from Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
“Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.” from The Trial

Straightening out Nature

Straightening out Nature

She was a little honey bee on her debut flight.
Unaccustomed to this task, she had to do it right!
There was no room for error, but the day was bright and sunny—
a perfect day for supplementing this year’s stock of honey. 
Eyeing many blossoms of every type and hue,
she narrowed down her prospects to only one or two.
Alighting on the highest, she prepared to take a dip
into where the nectar was to have a little sip.

But, alas, the well was dry. No nectar to be won.
She tried another close to it, but once more there was none!
With this year’s honey jeopardized, she went into a tizzy
buzzing here and buzzing there until she felt so dizzy
that she tumbled to the carpet, totally exhausted
and this is where she was when she was finally accosted
by one who had great sympathy for this  insect that
had landed not upon a flower, but on my Easter hat.

To be fair, that hat was decked with bunches of silk flowers
which had not been gathered from any garden bowers.
I put her on a paper and carried her outside.
Rather stunned, she did not object much to the ride.
I found a drunken canna and plopped her on its petal
to see if once positioned right, she could prove her mettle.
And so she finally did take a sip most satisfactory
to senses of her taste and sight as well as her olfactory.

Happy Ending!!

 

 

And she buzzed on thirstily ever after!!! 

Prompt words today are error, debut, jeopardize, accustomed and bee.

 

Flower of the Day: Anthurium

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Blind Judgment

 Are you registered? It is now more important than ever to do so, and since today is ​National Voter Registration Day, I think it is time to reblog this poem written three years ago. Person by person, vote by vote, we need to get some balance into our government. We have come to an age where lack of leadership has led to our needing to be led by children!  If they can’t shame us into caring about the world we are handing over to them, then the world is lost. I think this poem is as valid as it was when I wrote it, so here it is again. And remember, it is possible that the current administration might withdraw the U.S. from the international postal system, so if you are registering to vote from abroad, arrange to do so via email. (If you don’t believe me, Google it.)

Blind Judgment

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Blind Judgment

Wielding words like bludgeons, they stumble through our world,
supporting fools as their gods, confederate flags unfurled.
Motivated more by hate than any rational thought,
they’d have no more spices added to our melting pot.

Hooligans wielding bludgeons as simple as a vote
cannot see the truth of what their voting might denote.
A businessman with ethics determined by the dollar
seems to have convinced them he’s the friend of the blue collar.

Bankruptcy and divorces, rash words and rasher actions.
Tax-dodging obligations, like a child in his reactions.
His minions yielding weapons, be they cudgels, guns or mallets,
now have it in their power to trash the world with ballots.

So all these bleating sheep with their lovely little daughters
will feed them to misogyny, like lambs led to their slaughters.
What leads nations on in these times of mass delusion?
Tomfoolery and hate and fear can lead to mass confusion.

We’ve seen it down through history with Hitler and Pol Pot.
Attila and Idi Amin, Gaddafi and Sadat.
All the blind majority led onward by a dunce.
All the dark sides of the world coming out at once.

Please, fathers love your daughters and mothers love your sons.
Protect them from the hatred of bigots wielding guns.
From politicians inventing facts and changing history,
leaving devastation wherever they might be.

We’re taught that justice must be blind to shield in its detection
of prejudice, and yet that selfsame blindness in election
may lead to faulty judgment that leads to foolish acts.
We should not cast our ballots when blinded to the facts.