Poetry Queen
Your poetry’s great, both gripping and fragile—
your style of delivery skillful and agile.
Swathed in your gear both sexy and hip,
you have the whole crowd within your cool grip.
Those reticent types who came thinking they’d jeer
are slapping their knees and crying in their beer.
Skillful at words and for sure in your prime,
you’re our favorite reciter of meter and rhyme.
Prompt words today are fragile, reticent, delivery, swathe and grip. Image by Marcos Paul on Unsplash.
Sorry, my friends are making me walk on the beach, talk about writing, drink gin and tonics and play cards instead of posting my blogs!!! See you once they fall asleep. oxoxo J
First Night at the Beach
Culture Queen
She was a universal maven. Up on every trend.
Music, art and literature thrilled her to no end.
She raised no petty cavils. Her eye and mind were keen.
Her taste was impeccable. She was the culture queen.
She painted masterpieces when she was just a maid,
and though detractors said that her genius would fade,
she remained keen in her eighties and proved her critics wrong,
tackling every challenge as they came along.
She kept her zest for life until they laid her down,
and so became the object of the world’s renown.
Although this poem was written about a fictional character, when I started looking for photos of classy ladies, my friend Gloria, who luckily has not been laid down, seemed to fill the bill.
For Cee’s FOTD
Harridan
I’m standing at the crossroads between a saint and bitch.
Schooled in forebearance, I’ve stayed within my nitch.
But lately things are changing. I’m losing self-control.
The hounds of Hell have been released and now they’re on patrol.
They’re fluting all the pillars formerly unmarked—
scoring them with unfurled claws every time they’ve barked.
Soon I will be certified as a nagging crone—
the sort of aging harpie who prefers to live alone.
I’m sure its hard to fathom it, as perfect as I’ve been,
kowtowing to authority—especially to men.
But privilege must come to all as we come to age,
so I’m expressing sovereignty, at least here on the page.
Word prompts today are flute, crossroads, certified, bitch. Image by Camila Quintero Franco on Unsplash.
1.Drivers that hold up an entire string of traffic behind them for the entire cycle of a green light to enable them to make an illegal left-hand turn as the light turns red.
2. People who tell pointless looooooong stories, relating every detail about people you don’t know and will never know.
3. Tiny writing on business cards or medicine bottles or instruction cards when there is an equal amount of blank space that could have been used to double the size of the print.
4. Computer apps that keep changing their formats and the position of things without making anything clearer or easier to use. Skype and Hotmail Outlook and Facebook, I’m talking about you!!!!!
5. Apps. that ask me for my password every time I use them in spite of the fact that I’ve marked the square to “remember this password.” And then don’t accept the password!!!!
Grrrrrr… now you have me all stirred up!!!!!
Hot Wax, Cold Water
He who seeks to dip his wick
should study well which girl to pick.
She was a candlemaker’s daughter,
who lived by what her father taught her,
and though he wooed and thought he’d caught her,
melted wax that meets cold water
floats on top and forms a crust
quickly quenching any lust.
If he seeks to woo and win her,
it will take much more than dinner,
pop of cork and candlelight.
A match, a sip and then a bite
are not sufficient to win a dame
accustomed to a candle’s flame.
He’d do much better if at the start
he had sought to melt her heart.
For Bushboy’s Challenge: Hot Wax, Cold Water. (To see the original post that prompted this challenge, go HERE. To see Bushboy’s poem, go HERE.
This is my favorite sculpture of the dozens that line Main Street in Sheridan, Wyoming. A clever rendition of “See No Evil.”
For the Square Odds prompt
What is it? Click on photos to enlarge. Cee, Carol, Carol and Marilyn–no fair guessing.
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