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Exchanging Words on Little Santa Monica

photo by Georgia King


Exchanging Words On Little Santa Monica

There on that city avenue,
I watched you as I sipped my brew.
Not the woman you’d chosen to woo
as you read poetry so true,
so raw, so blunt, so rare and new,
the air around you turned to blue.
Your sad poems caressed and drew
us closer. All that motley crew.

For me, love was a new venue
that night I first set eyes on you,
but there was such a ballyhoo
around you, that you had no clue
that I had joined the retinue
of women waiting in your queue.
But as I left, oh yes, I knew.
My life took on a brighter hue.

And though you were far out of view,
your memory stuck to me like glue.
Thoughts of you both birthed and slew.
Our meeting was long overdue
that night I saw you in the pew—
there to hear the poems I grew
from words carefully chosen and few,
I drew you in by some voodoo.

Perhaps our muses conspired and blew
winds from exotic Xanadu
or Zanzibar or high Peru,
the air around us to imbue,
giving us the selfsame cue:
this is the lover meant for you,
your octoroon and kangaroo,
the heart you’ll break, the fat you’ll chew.

Of all words plucked from life’s rich stew,
the ones that I would never rue.
Never would they ring untrue.
Those words that, though we might redo them,
never could I overdo them.
The words I’d sought my whole life through.
The vow I’d renew and renew.
That one rare thing I’d finally do.

 

The prompt word today is continue. It is the first word I’ve ever found that has a rhyming word that begins with each letter in the alphabet! I discovered this without consulting Google or a rhyming dictionary, which I occasionally have to resort to when a word is especially hard to find enough rhymes for. I found 64 rhyming words. Still haven’t checked any dictionaries. They may have additional ones, but these are mine, all mine! The only rhyme that is repeated is the word “you,”

“The” Words: avenue ballyhoo blew blue boo (boo hoo) brew chew clue crew cue do (doo doo) drew due eschew ew few glue goo grew hew hue imbue issue Jew kangaroo Kew, knew  loo mew moo new  overdo  overdue Peru pew phew poo queue redo renew retinue rue screw shrew slew stew sue through true undo untrue  venue view vindaloo voodoo whew woo Xanadu you zoo

 

The prompt word today is continue.

Hibiscus Past Her Prime: Flower of the Day, Sept 2, 2017

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Quietly Altruistic — Meh

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If you’re in the luckiest one per cent of humanity, you owe it to the rest of humanity to think about the other 99 per cent.~ Warren Buffett

Donald Trump and his sons want you to know he has pledged $1 million to victims of this week’s storm. They want main stream media to put it out there. It is out there.

Also out there: According to Forbes, over the past decade, Eric Trump’s own charity, the proceeds of which go to St Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital’s cancer research, has paid Trump organization more than $1.2 million ~from the charity’s funds~ for the annual one-day use of their golf course. Quiet altruism at work?

Whether Trump actually donates what he pledges remains to be seen. His track record is not good even for his own fund raising efforts.

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“Walkin’ My Shadow Back Home,” Cee’s B and W Photo Challenge: Shadows

CLICK ON PHOTOS TO ENLARGE

 

To play along, go here: https://ceenphotography.com/2017/08/31/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-shadows/

Critical Mass

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Critical Mass

Lately I move more slowly lest
some part of me choose to protest.
When stepping down, I must not rankle
and cause to turn my iffy ankle.
Getting up’s so controversial,
that I stage a small rehearsal,
raising myself half way there
up into the waiting air,
then heaving myself all the way up
once I know I’m going to stay up.

Each part of me, when pulled from rest
issues warnings at its behest.
My backbone aches and both legs cramp.
My right foot hurts over the vamp.
I’ve carpal tunnel from too much typing,
a sore throat now  (from all my griping,)
high blood pressure from worrying,
assorted bruises from hurrying.
What’s more, I think it’s crass of me
to reveal what the mass of me

complains of every time I move.
Somehow it simply doesn’t behoove
a person of a certain age
to moan, complain and gripe and rage
over every little ache and pain
that our younger comrades so disdain.
I’ll step more sprightly, with seeming ease
no matter what muscles I displease
in doing so. I will endeavor
to appear youthful for forever!

No matter that my critical mass
prefers that I sit on my ass.
I will not listen to hip joints that
need replacing or that slight fat
around my middle that I fear tends
to interfere with graceful bends.
Shortness of breath I’ll try to hide.
My irritation I’ll abide.
Mask all this pain and consternation
with a look you’ll see as constipation!

 

“The” word today is critical.

Multiplication Fable

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Multiplication Fable

We were to memorize if able
the whole multiplication table.
I learned the ones to sixes fine,
yet still have trouble with seven through nine.
So when the cents approach a dime,
I always have an awful time.

It was during chicken pox
(when I, attired in gloves and sox
was simply trying to score an itch)
that my math skills developed a hitch.
As others mastered seven through nine,
I was there at home, supine.

Six times seven’s forty-two.
that’s the last sum I easily do.
Six times eight is forty eight–
determined after some debate.
But six times nine or nine times six
always leaves me in a fix.

Sixty-three, perhaps, or more.
Could it instead be sixty-four?
At nine times eight I’m surely lost.
Those sums I should have had embossed
upon my wrist in a tattoo.
These long delays just will not do.

I breathe a sigh when once again
the multiplier ends up as ten.
Ten is easy, so I strut
as I just add a zero, but
as I stumble through its next-of-kin,
I approximate, then write it in.

 

The prompt today was memorize.

Pretty in Pink, Flower of the Day, Aug 31, 2017

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Again, I’m the bridesmaid to your bride, Cee!

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“A Little Bird Keeps Tweeting Us!”

Here’s another wonderful Simon and Garfunkel parody on the subject of Mr. Trump’s Tweetings.

 

Here is the source website for this.

Confounds the Science: Priceless Parody of Sound of Silence re/ the Donald.

Thursday Doors, Aug 31, 2017

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For Thursday Doors