No flowers, few leaves, but the royal poinciana in my front yard still hs a weird beauty.
Royal Poinciana: Sunday Trees, Nov 15, 2020
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Extraordinary if True!!
If this is really feasible, it could be what saves our world.
Different Strokes
Different Strokes
She was a paradigm of leisure, a role-model of laziness.
For her, excess mobility was just a sign of craziness.
She thought the act of exercise simply bore no credence.
In short, in her life, exercises had no antecedents.
She thought that the whole fitness craze was simply a vile plot
within which, in all her wisdom, only she had not been caught.
And so while all her neighbors put their bodies to the test,
she just exercised her option to remain at rest.
Prompt words for the day are mobility, paradigm, credence and plot.
Evolution
Evolution
It is said in the beginning that light was of the essence,
as though the entire world was composed of luminescence.
Then particles of matter as the world went rogue
and cells and organisms finally came into vogue.
Evolution would not falter or heed any denial.
Eve wandered through the garden, then floated up the Nile.
Era after era, she mutated and changed,
her features and her hairstyles altered and rearranged.
The things she hung upon herself from shoulders and from ears
were revised era by era as she sauntered down the years.
Wandering down pathways or sauntering fashion’s aisles,
she flashed her varying feathers while testing out her wiles.
From grass skirts to hoop skirts, bustles to bustiers,
man has followed woman, doing what she says.
It is a grand illusion that men control the world
when the world’s whole future lies so tightly curled
within every woman, just waiting to get out,
for when it comes to reproduction, women hold the clout.
Men may seek to end the world and bring about its doom,
but woman holds the next world safely within her womb.
Word prompts today are luminescence, adept, denial and rogue.
Bully
Bully
Of your leering face, I see just a flicker.
I see your eye rolling. I see your rude snicker.
In the course of our day, our paths often merge,
and when they do, I am forced to diverge.
You’re a living example of the term “faitour.”
You’re such a rude person—a buffoon and a baiter.
If I had to endorse a most likely bloke
to make a rude comment or tell a crude joke,
then it would be you—and from how you act,
I’ve no doubt at all you’d be proud of the fact!
Image by Kat J on Unsplash. Used with permission.Word prompts today are eyerolling, endorse, faitour, and diverge.
Zinnia: FOTD Nov 12, 2020
Loner
Loner
An arresting behavior and aquiline nose
insure female attention wherever he goes,
and yet since he walks at a most rapid pace
and there’s always a new book in front of his face,
one must consider, just what are the chances
that he would see even one lady’s advances?
The literature that he daily reads
satisfies all his vicarious needs.
So though he must know what it is that he’s missing—
the adventure and romance and hugging and kissing—
and though more than one gal has chosen to tout it,
I fear he’s unlikely to do much about it.
They flutter their lashes and pooch out their lips,
flex their lithe bodies and rotate their hips,
but nary a glance does our scholar cast on them.
None of his attention is wasted upon them.
For though he is definitely romance-prone,
it seems he prefers to enjoy it alone.
Prompt words today are aquiline, arrest, literature and afford.
Swan Lake Reunion
If you can watch this one without crying, you have a stronger will than I do.
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Grandma’s Escape Note
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Grandma’s Escape Note
I’m juggling my remembrances of all you said and did
way back in the past when you were just a kid,
when I was so uptight and the scalawag was you,
causing all my looks of disapproval and of moue.
But now that I am seventy and you’re a kid of fifty,
the fact that things are changed around is somehow sorta nifty.
I’m the one who’s acting up while you are disapproving.
You registered your angst when you heard that I was moving
off to wild Mexico, away from kith and kin,
leaving far behind me all the things that I have been.
The stuff stored in the attic? I’ll leave it all to you.
I don’t have time to deal with it. I’ve still so much to do.
The house is up for sale, so you’ll want to get right to it.
I’ve planted a surprise up there. You’ll know it when you view it.
I’ve cashed out the investments that your dear dad and I
saved up for the future—he was such a frugal guy.
But now that he is gone, I want to be off, too,
so I split up all the money, some for me and some for you.
My part is for my future—a small sweet hacienda
and provisions and comestibles I’ll buy at the tienda.
Your dinero’s in the attic, some tucked here and some tucked there
to insure that you look closely and make sure that you take care
in examining the past and all those years I cared for you
so you do not dispute what I’m about to do.
If I have twenty years left, I’ll be lucky, so it’s fair
that I have another chance at letting down my hair.
I want to go out dancing and drink shooters and get wild.
I’m tired of a life that is grandmotherly and mild!
And so I don’t embarrass you, I’m moving farther south,
away from prying eyes and away from word of mouth.
I’m doing you the favor that you didn’t grant to me
all those years you got in trouble and I was there to see.
Now I’ll be the adolescent and you can click your tongue,
for I’ve waited all these years for me to be the one who’s young.
Kiss my grandkids and your grandkids and tell them it’s from me,
but that I can’t stick around because I’m off in search of me!!
Prompt words for today are moue, scalawag, juggle and remembrance.
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