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Plumeria and Succulents.

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For Cee’s FOTD ( Hit this link to see her gorgeous lily.)

Animals Reacting to Musical Instruments

Absolutely wonderful!!!

NaPoWriMo 2019, Apr 19

Loving Thy Enemy

Age
becomes
creative.

Don’t ever fictionalize
great heroic intimacies.

Just keep looking
major nemeses over,
proudly quieting
rash stabbing thoughts.

Under violent words,
xenophobic
yearnings
zing.

 

****

 

Raw Savage Thoughts

Zealous young
xenophobic wanderers
veer under
the sun’s rays,
quitting promenades
over nomadic mesas.

Let’s keep jumping
into harsh green fields,
eternally delving closer
before age accents
belligerent crankiness.

Delicious effervescence
froths gushingly homeward
in jugulars,
keeping lymphatic matters
normal or palpitating,

quickening
raw savage thoughts.
Understanding vulcanizes
woman’s X-rated,
yearnful zest.

 

The NaPoWriMo prompt asked that we write a poem using the alphabet in sequence for either every word in the poem or for beginning of lines.

Plumeria: Flower of the Day, Apr 19, 2019

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Cee’s FOTD

Hibiscus in Morning Sun: FOTD Apr 17, 2019

 

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Career Guy

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Career Guy

By the time that he gets home at night, his wife is muttering,
but he’s too busy for analysis. Therapy’s not his “thing.”
She says they must examine whether they should part.
He says business takes precedence over affairs of heart.
Even when he’s finally home, his attention’s rarely won
by all her little anecdotes of what the kids have done
at school and right here at home. She tries to draw him in,
but still his mind’s not with her. He’s intent on where he’s been.

This goes on for years and years until one day he finds
when he gets home at nine o’clock, that she has drawn the blinds.
And when his key turns in the lock, there’s no one there to greet him—
no friendly cooking odors or kids are there to meet him.
Nobody in the bedrooms. Nobody in the hall.
When he enters the kitchen, nobody there at all.
He tries to think what day it is, but he doesn’t know.
Could it be a Friday night? Could they be at the show?

He searches for a note that says where everyone may be,
but his intensive searching ends in futility.
No toys are scattered on the floor. Their closets are all bare.
No TV noise is blaring. No footsteps on the stair.
His briefcase on the table has papers sticking out.
He has a lot of work to do. Of this there is no doubt.
And since it’s not his nature this paperwork to shirk,
he mixes a martini and settles down to work.

Of course his business flourishes once there are no distractions.
He need not fill his home life with discussions and reactions.
He has gained three hours or more to work thus unencumbered.
Frozen dinners and new contracts filled his life until he slumbered.
He saw their pictures on the fridge when mixing a libation,
and once a year he saw them when they were on vacation.
He walked his daughter down the aisle the day that she was married,
trying to fulfill his role, though he was slightly harried

over the Dixon contract, yet he sat worry aside
just long enough to witness as she became a bride.
Later there were grandkids and other celebrations.
He sent his warmest wishes and his congratulations.
He always paid the child support on time with no exceptions.
He made a show at baby showers and birthdays and receptions.
But he never really showed them his affection much until
he finally revealed it, much later, in his will!!!

 

Prompt for today are busy, anecdote and examine. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/rdp-wednesday-busy/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/17/fowc-with-fandango-anecdote/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/your-daily-word-prompt-examine-april-17-2019/

Naked Towel Dance. Hilarious.

 Music is great and dancing precise.
(Nothing to offend anyone)

Trump Declares it Was Obama who Put Children in Cages????

What? Trump is now saying that Obama separated the children from their parents and built the cages and he, Trump, ended it???? Is anyone going to declare this man as insane? Click on the URL below the photo to hear his statement.

https://www.thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/2019/04/enraged-trump-attacks-obama-separated-the-children-im-the-one-that-stopped-it/?fbclid=IwAR0asTsweGTnmJmBLqptIYGgNIi_kjLa65CBQgYztyXrjL08WE9Lk0WaltU

The Cat In The Window

I love both this photo and poem–both entries in my “Cat in the Window” prompt:

Steve Bird Moore at sussex_english_training's avatarsouthsaxonblog

. . . here. i’m called hazel, a kitten and a cat.

home’s hove but i’m hollingdean born;
there were many sisters, many brothers, mother and aunt,
father was a wanderer, free and far:
i never saw that rover.
now here. father’s two footed and fond,
like sister, like mother so i’m liked and loved;
all come when i call (quite quickly sometimes).
up here down to earth is two hurried leaps
scaring, skittering, the cost one limp leg;
so here, so now, stare through the window’s what i do.
yet here at dawn, at dusk, the man holds me close
opens the window, we watch, we hear;
i nose the air: one day, one day, when . . .
.  .  .
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Check Mate

 

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Check Mate

Some girls are bent on wedding any Tom or Dick or Harry,
but when it comes to choosing the man one wants to marry,
a lass should be selective­­––very circumspect and wary
lest she overlook what’s prime for his subsidiary.
A lesser man will drop the ball a better man will carry.
Is it best to know the difference? “Yes!” I insist, “Very!”
Choose a man who makes you hum, and once met, do not tarry.
Why settle for a mere canoe when you can take the ferry?

 

Prompts for today are ferry, subsidiary, prime and hum—or drop. (Ragtag’s prompt page and URLs sport two different words.) Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/rdp-tuesday-hum-2/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/16/fowc-with-fandango-prime/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/your-daily-word-prompt-subsidiary-april-16-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/ferry/

Since NaPoWriMo seems to have dropped all my links off all 16 of the poems I’ve done for them in the past sixteen days, I’m also going to include a link to that poem here in hopes a few people will see it: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2019/04/16/bucket-listless-napowrimo-2019-apr-16/