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Gourmand

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Gourmand

His smile an invitation I could plainly see,
I very promptly answered his implied R.S.V.P.
But later on I wished that I had just let it be,
for that smile was for another girl the minute he had me!

An open invitation is his modus operandi.
Every social gathering provides him more eye candy.
Once seen, a tiny little lick is what he seems to savor.
He likes it when each taste he takes presents a different flavor.

Every toothsome girl he sees stirs his appetite,
and even though his smile suggests he’d like a little bite,
no matter what the tasty dish is that you choose to serve,
you’ll never be a main course, but merely an hors d’oeuvre.

The prompt today was “invitation.”

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Hibiscus Macro: Flower of the Day, Jan 16, 2017

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https://ceenphotography.com/2017/01/15/flower-of-the-day-january-16-2017-primrose/

Incredible New Blog Site

I couldn’t find a reblog button on this new site, but judging from her first blog, it looks like it is going to be an exceptional one:
https://leftbehindaftersuicide.wordpress.com/blog/

Marathon Confusion

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Marathon Confusion

There stands my wimpy neighbor John
next to that tall bronzed Amazon.
He’s looking sort of pale and wan
there on the local courthouse lawn
wishing the others would be gone
so he could vanish over yon.
He’s feeling rather put-upon,
for when asked by his buddy Ron
to join this charity marathon,
he thought it was a phonathon!

Imagine his extreme reaction,
for he has not the slightest fraction
of running talent nor attraction
to any sports-like interaction.
To him, athletics are abstraction.
Since he’s much given to inaction,
mobility’s a mere distraction.
He’d commit some lane infraction,
suffer a spinal compaction,
and probably wind up in traction!

For, although his finger’s ready,
his running legs are less than steady.
He knows this charity’s a good one,
and though he wishes that he could run,
wishes do not equal training,
and he’s not into muscle straining.
Prepared today to call for them,
he’s not prepared to fall for them.
He will not join this running faction.
instead, he’s calling in his action.

 

The prompt today was marathon.

Beach Blooms: Flower of the Day, Jan 15, 2017

I love this shot because of the contrasts.  I was going to use it for the Old and New prompt, but decided I loved it as a flower of the day.  Taken yesterday, Jan 14, on the beach in La Manzanilla, where I am for three months. The flowers are hand made from corn husks.

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https://ceenphotography.com/2017/01/14/flower-of-the-day-january-15-2017-dahlia/

Exquisite Creatures

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Exquisite Creatures

Another exquisite creature lies yonder on the hill—
just beyond the pampa horse, okapi and spoonbill.
All the lovely creatures we are here to see
imprisoned behind barriers, just for you and me.

Polar bear goes pacing, as does lioness.
What they might be thinking, I can only guess.
Now that they know their freedom mainly by its edges,
one dreams of the tundra, the other icy ledges.

All day as they view us, in their eyes are gleams
revealing  what they’re thinking—a pathway to their dreams.
Stalking their next meal— the waiting and the hush,
before the final pounce, that old familiar rush.

Ferrets with their kits and camels with their calves
are showing us their natures by quarters or by halves.
We see the way they eat and spy on how they pee,
but we’ll never see the whole of them in captivity.

Nature that is cageless has more of a savor.
Both the viewed and viewer spontaneous and braver.
With no bars between them, they’re part of the same world
as they retrieve their wildness from corners where it’s curled.

Hear a might roar, a hiss, a screech a chatter—
all exotic sounds that tell us what’s the matter.
If we are approaching, wandering too near,
they are simply telling us they don’t want us here.

Of all of the animals, they’ve heard we are the worst—
the primary reason our world’s about to burst.
Viewing all our actions, now and through the ages,
if they had their druthers, they’d put us all in cages.

The prompt word today is “exquisite.”

The Great Unseen

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The Great Unseen

Life without the Great Unseen
is merely nature’s grand machine—
things replicating with no end,
a road built straight without a bend.
No mystery or wondering when
there’ll be an end to where we’ve been
and a future reckoning
with all that has been beckoning
to lead us from this world more lean
to the richness of the Great Unseen.

My reason says there is no God.
After death, merely the sod.
And yet I yearn and wish and hope
when I descend life’s slippery slope
that at the end there’s more to see
than crumbled earth and rocky scree.
Another road on rocky shelf
that leads me deep within myself—
life being a long venture out
to see what life is all about
before we pull once more inside
to that deeper world where we abide.

Legend reckons heaven above
to be a well-lit place of love.
Those nearly dead have seen the light
welcoming and broad and bright
with familiar faces there,
free from hate and free from care.
What a lovely scene they weave.
If only I could just believe
their version of a paradise
so pure and perfect and free from vice.

I can imagine the purpose of
a world comprised purely of love,
but why this different world before—
this world of torture, hate and gore?
These things I ask are questions old,
gleaned from stories often told.
I do not ponder puzzles new,
bringing fresh problems into view.
It’s simply that we can’t resist
attempting to work out the gist
of what our being here might mean
and trying to solve The Great Unseen.

The prompt word today is unseen.

Blushing Hibiscus: Flower of the Day, Jan 14, 2017

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https://ceenphotography.com/2017/01/13/flower-of-the-day-january-14-2017-daffodil/

Incapable

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Incapable

Capable? I fear I’m not
for usually, I’m too hot.
Sleeves I do for vanity,
but capes weren’t made for folks like me.
If the capes are long and fem,
I get my heels caught in the hem,
and if they’re roomy and too wide,
I find that I get lost inside.
I get my purse strap tangled in,
the neck tangled around my chin.
The bat wings flap and catch the breeze.
The wool ones make me gasp and sneeze.
So, if you’re a swaddler, leave me be.
I like my torso cover-free.

The prompt word today was capable.

Nativity

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Nativity

It was some day, that day when light came into my world.
Reaching out my arms and legs as they came uncurled,
so many lovely colors bursting into sight.
All this brilliant pigment where formerly was night.

All the parts familiar still attached to me—
my ankle and my navel, my elbow and my knee.
But no longer together, curled into one tight ball.
I never knew that I could be so wide and tall.

Stretching out to fill this square I wonder when
I will be forgetting the curved world I’ve been in.
My mother now beside me instead of all around.
At other times she’s simply nowhere to be found.

My father’s arms around me—arms brand new to me.
All the other others coming to see what I may be.
Scratchy things now touch me—dry things and things with fluff.
Everything a new thing until I’ve had enough.

Then I find my power and make some kind of noise.
Soon I’m joined by other infant girls and boys,
and the whole room fills with sounds of our distress.
Very satisfying, I fear I must confess.

The nurses all come running, the fathers and the sisters.
The orderlies and doctors, the misses and the misters.
And when they lift us up, each one in different arms,
all our cries desist as they cater to our charms.

“Some day,” they’ve been saying, and now we are all here—
a fresh new crop of humans arrived for them to rear.
Once more we exercise our lungs and make each father cower.
Fresh to this new world, we have already found our power.

The prompt today was someday.