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R.I.P. my dear departed royal poinciana tree. The most beautiful of trees lakeside. I’ve planted a new one that is still very small. May it be as beautiful and as huge as this one grew to be.
For Cee’s FOTD
The Lady Doth Protest Just Right, Methinks
Any idiot can use
Shakespeare as his means to excuse
ardor that is uninvited,
passion that is unrequited.
Just like a half-schooled jerk to quote
a line that he has learned by rote.
“The Lady Doth Protest too much. . . .”
he says as he expands his clutch.
As she then makes attempts to guard her
honor from his excess ardor,
if he won’t take her “No!” verbatim,
there is one way to educate him.
For when a lady’s had enough,
it may behoove her to get rough.
That she may return home intact
may require much less tact
and more physicality
to apprise him of reality.
A well-placed knee aimed at his tool
may seem unfairly base and cruel,
yet if mere words will not connect,
this simple action might correct.
If entreaties will not stir him,
extreme sign language might deter him.
Wednesday Poetry Prompt is “Just like ……”
Elastic
(Cyber Romance)
Our affection is elastic, stretching from here to there.
My nightly kisses reach you through a thousand miles of air.
We have a date at 2 p.m., another at eleven
or twelve or one. It matters not. This freedom is just heaven.
No scrambling for a lipstick. No reaching for our combs.
No need to leave the comforts of our cozy homes.
No reservations must be made, no flowers to be bought.
No rashes to be suffered and no colds to be caught.
We are so safe here sheltered each in our favorite place
without expending energy meeting face-to-face.
It is a cyber romance—the newest thing to do.
And instead of having babies—one, perhaps, or two,
emojis I will give thee—as many as you please.
Life is so much simpler lived out via screens and keys.
RDPFor RDP Wednesday: Elastic
For Cee’s FOTD
For Cee’s FOTD
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #59” Today’s number is 180. 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 that include that number and post 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.This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
Click on photos to enlarge.
Click on photos to enlarge.
Ragtag saved saved the day! I had been looking through 2 weeks of photographs and culled out my favorites, but had no idea where I’d use them and they were cluttering up my desktop. Then, as if by magic, I saw that the prompt today was “Photograph.” Although there was no “s” on the end of it, I decided to improvise, so here they are. Thanks, Ragtag. They were mostly taken in the jardin in San Juan Cosala during an arts/crafts sale and kids art experience, at the beach and in my yard. A couple are from my pinata party before Xmas. If I can find it, I’ll publish a link to a story I wrote about the lady in the shawl over 20 years ago. She has since moved from her house on the beach to her daughter’s house at the entrance to the Raquet Club. What is Morrie looking at in the 21st photo? Look at # 22 to see. Okay, time to go clear off my computer desktop! I won’t reveal the condition of my real desktop–as in furniture. Okay, I lied. Here it is:
Would someone send me a prompt to deal with it?
For RDP, the prompt is Photograph.
And also, for Cellpic Sunday
The Rock Star’s Lament
I scan the shadows for lurking fans,
as staff surveys surrounding vans.
We know their tricks, know where they gather,
and what gets them in a lather.
Their heads snap back at full attention
when they hear the very mention
of my name and flashbulbs flash.
They ask for autographs and cash.
They reach to touch or cast me gifts.
They corner me on stairs or lifts.
They feign a faint or hum a song
I’ve just recorded as they walk along
the path they know I daily walk,
hoping for a little talk.
I should feel flattered, except that it’s
exhausting to be loved to bits!!!!
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle today, the prompt words are:
touch hum flash faint gather staff tricks head snap bits cast shadows
Thanks to Sam Moghadam on Unsplash for the image.
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