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Dogs and Cats
My dogs are fun and gnarly and love to leap and play.
Often their wild antics are the climax of my day.
They love to solve dilemmas such as who is passing by
by raising choruses of barks and howls up to the sky.
But when it comes to relaxation, my kitties take the cake.
Their main activity, the patterns that their cattails make.
Are you surprised that my last shot of the month was of Zoe? And her favorite toy? She pulls it around herself holding the cord in her mouth, winds it around her and growls at its bouncing after her, swings it high in the air and runs after it. I should take a video. You are all on the edges of your seats, right?
Spousal Failure
My sister met a minister over Love.Com
who’d found God in the trenches while in Vietnam.
And though he had a talent at saving a lost soul,
in fact he was so holy that she slipped out through a hole.
It seems she had an allergy to men who sought to change her.
She thought she’d find another with no need to rearrange her.
And since the fees for Love.Com were close to a King’s ransom,
she set out on her own to find a man over the transom.
She sought him on the subway, at work and in the park.
She sought him in the glare of day and sought him in the dark.
When any man came nigh, she looked him over head-to-toe,
consumed with locating a man wherever she might go.
But an illuminated person, I fear that she is not.
So working on her own, she never found the love she sought.
And since the great love of her life went sadly undetected,
She should have settled on that minister that she rejected.
Rejected ending:
And so, I hate to say, she spent her whole life as a spinster.
All in all, perhaps she should have settled on the minster!
Word prompts are ransom, nigh, consume, minister, illuminated.and allergy
Image by Mosoianu Bogdan on Unsplash.
Kissing With Eyes Closed
Though she was not disappointed by the fervor of his kiss,
in fact it was misguided, for it was a total miss.
It landed on her lash extensions, eyelids to the tips,
but it would have been more piquant if planted on her lips.
He mopped his sweaty forehead, which was damp from the exertion,
then went in for another kiss in spite of her assertion
that he needn’t do an update. One kiss was quite enough.
Perhaps they could go for a walk or do some other stuff.
Thus ended their first date which could have been a fine romance,
if only she had thought to give the chap a second chance.
Kissing with eyes opened, he was sure that he would kill,
but, alas, I’m fairly certain that he never will.
Prompts today are mop, fervor, bereft, piquant, extension and update. Click on prompt links if you want to read other poems to the same prompt or to discover the source to play along yourself.
The Last
Old people mumble and snicker and stare
at the last of my lineage ‘s bright lilac hair.
If I’m the most banal of all of my kin,
at ingenuity, she’s bound to win.
I’m reluctant to ask why her clothes are so worn:
so faded and rumpled and tattered and torn.
I immure my comments between lips of stone,
for she’s flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone,
with a mind of her own and unique from the start,
the last of my grandkids has most of my heart.
Prompt words are reluctant, lilac, banal, start, immure and lineage. Images by Jessie
Dee Dabrowski and Quinton Coetzee on Unsplash.
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