I want everything to last forever. When I buy a television, I don’t expect to ever buy another one. I will keep using the old one until it simply won’t work anymore … or someone gently tells me that I really need a new one. “Oh,” I say, “But I just bought this one.” “You […]
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Soul’s Assurance
Modern advertising urges
we participate in splurges,
touting “things” as means of pleasures
not obtained by other measures.
But our pursuit of all these things
does not give our spirits wings.
Sometimes we just seem bound in them.
Happiness can’t be found in them.
Satisfaction can’t be bought.
That house, that diamond or that yacht
Are merely consolation prizes
that come in many different sizes.
Love can’t be slipped upon a finger.
Houses get sold and yachts don’t linger.
The only thing you get to keep
is what lies buried dark and deep
within yourself—that deep assurance
that is your heart and soul’s insurance
that it’s been swollen by your life
instead of stolen by your life.
The prompts made use of in this post were pursuit and splurge.
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/30/fowc-with-fandango-pursuit/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/30/your-daily-word-prompt-splurge-December-30-2018/
The Real Dirt
Dirt has had, since its inception,
an unfair place in our conception—
a thing for us to rail against
and throw the laundry pail against.
Dirty thoughts are seen as rude,
and yet dirt grows our daily food.
Without it, we would flail and totter.
Impossible to walk on water!
The prompt words today are dirt and inception.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/30/rdp-sunday-dirt/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/30/inception/
For Cee’s FOTD.
So, I was awakened at 4:30 a.m. by Annie the cat’s incessant yowls to be fed. She’s an old girl and getting crabbier by the day at the same rate that her voice gets shriller and louder! I finally gave up and took the long cold walk to the kitchen to get her bowl, food and water and came back to my bedroom and shut the door as I didn’t want to awaken my houseguest. With Annie quieted, I checked my blog to find a message from Forgottenman, who had not yet gone to bed! In the message, he mentioned going back over old blogs of mine and finding this want ad poem and his reply that he had totally forgotten. This was one of my first entries in my blog five years ago, so I had forgotten it as well. Even the four people who read and liked it at that time have long vanished into the quagmire of past bloggers, so thought I’d share it with you. The meter isn’t even, but isn’t intended to be, and the information is pretty much the same as it would be if I wrote a want ad today. Pretty telling. It’s 4:58 now. I think I’m up for the count. Good morning. Is anyone out there awake as well?
“Wanted” (NaPoWriMo day 19)
The prompt was to write a poem in the style of a personal ad.
Wanted:
It’s not so hard to write a personal ad.
Wanted: someone to replace my dadwho consents to cut the carrots and grate the cheese
Just exactly as I please.A quirky, pleasant, intelligent, liberal man
who can navigate a day without a plan;who will throw the dog a bone
and let me be alonesometimes. At other times, who’ll draw me out.
Someone who doesn’t even want to shout.Someone who will make me want to be
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Broken Date
Whether twisting my ankle or stubbing my toe,
it’s adventure travel wherever I go.
When I set out, I’m firm in my knowing
just exactly where I am going,
yet somehow I wind up in some other place:
sprawled on the cobblestones, flat on my face.
If I’m due to meet you but I’m a bit late,
if I don’t show up for our scheduled date,
I haven’t forgotten. For sure, I’ve set out.
I’ve tried to get to you, there isn’t a doubt.
If there’s a glitch in my trip’s execution,
It’s something for which I don’t have a solution.
At the end of the day, though I’ve missed our appointment,
and ended up swathed in Band-aids and ointment,
it’s a typical day for the accident prone.
Though I’d like to join you, I end up alone.
I boldly set out, though I rarely arrive,
and count myself lucky that I’m still alive!
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/28/fowc-with-fandango-adventure/
image downloaded from the internet.
For Cee’s FOTD
This entire Skype conversation occurred during the passing of a minute as I talked to Forgottenman on Skype just now:
Judy, 1:32 PM Just saw a mouse run across the floor and then realized it is a new and very big floater.
Judy, 1:32 PM We’re all performing at Open Mike today . . . Man those little mice are running all over, including right across the middle of my vision. So strange. Sometimes side to side, sometimes up and down in both eyes. Never had this happen before. Like a meteor shower
Judy, 1:32 PM OMG!!! It was two little ants racing across my glasses!!! I swear. I just took them off and noticed one, killed it, and when I put them on again, I had another flash. Took them off and it was another ant! Bizarre.
Forgottenman, 1:32 PM
HAHAHAHAHA
Judy, 1:32 PM
The most strange experience ever.
Who would guess? And quite a relief. I feared it was a detached retina.
Forgottenman, 1:32 PM
That’s a WONDERFUL short blog!
Judy, 1:33 PM
I swear.. that all happened in real time as I was typing to you.
Forgottenman, 1:33 PM
Cut & paste our conversation.
1:33 PM
I couldn’t figure out why the cat hadn’t responded to the mouse as it flashed right in front of her.
Ants are big when they are a half inch from your eyes
My vegan concoction
Born-Again Dieter
My corpulent life style I now declare over.
I’ve taken an oath to only eat clover,
apples and carrots and barley and beans.
There will be less of me filling my jeans!
Instead of gorging, I’m going to be grazing.
I know the results will be just amazing.
So if you are willing and if you are able,
be careful, please, what you bring by my table.
Don’t pass near with ice cream or tiramisu
or I’m liable to accidentally waylay you
to survey your provender —those fruits of the cow—
just to “tsk tsk” your choices with holier than thou
dieting lingo in loud fierce bravado,
eschewing your pancakes or your gado gado.
The world should bow down to my menu of choice
and if it doesn’t, in my loudest voice
I’ll be sure that you know what you could have chosen
that’s macrobiotic. That’s never been frozen.
That’s full of good fiber, sans sugar and gluten.
My mouth will be flappin’, my horns will be tootin’.
For now I’ve decided to be dairy-free,
I’ve decided the whole world should diet with me!!!
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/27/rdp-thursday-corpulent/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/27/oath/
Found:
I’m old and gray – you’d see if I stop shaving my head.
Cutting carrots is no chore, nor the grating.
(Wait – is “grate the cheese” some kinda euphemism?
I don’t always understand these things these days.)
Quirks aplenty. Pleasant, too. Smart? Won’t toot my horn.
(No euphemism there.)
Me? Plans? Utterly rudderless here, My newfound Dear.
You go off, do your Thing. The dogs & I, we’ll find something
to do or throw or wrest to pass a happy time, until you’re back and ready.
No shouting I, more a shusher.
We’re We. We have no choice.
But you knew that, know that, don’t you?