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Facebook Sourpuss

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Facebook Sourpuss

Most social network intercourse
has wholesale flattery at its source.
We put our data in their places—
our successes and our faces—
then have a moment of probation
waiting for the approbation
to come flooding back in force,
most of it as praise, of course.

Back and forth the discourse goes.
Pro or con, the talking  flows.
And in the main, the battery
of interchanges is flattery.
And the flaw in any compliment
is that it is only lent.
Whatever charm its giver may lack,
you’re expected  to give it back!

Disclaimer:

(The prompt today was “Disagree,”
and of course, this narrator isn’t me.
I just made up this ornery cuss
who sits alone and judges us!)

Tuesdays of Texture, Week 40

Trapping Texture

https://narami.wordpress.com/2016/09/27/tuesdays-of-texture-week-40-of-2016/

Black-eyed Susan: Flower of the Day, Sept. 28, 2016

” ‘Will you walk into my parlour?’ said the spider to the fly. . . .”

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https://ceenphotography.com/2016/09/27/flower-of-the-day-september-28-2016-bearded-iris/

Yellow Hibiscus: Flower of the Day, Sept 27, 2016

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https://ceenphotography.com/2016/09/26/flower-of-the-day-september-27-2016-bearded-iris/

Dispelling Dilemma

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Dispelling Dilemma

No matter how sad or distressing or gory,
for a writer, dilemmas become a new story.
You should forgive us, for the truth of it is
that the pathos of life provides part of the fizz.
We simply don’t know why there’s all of this fuss,
until the dilemmas happen to us.

 

The prompt word today was “Dilemma.”

 

Autumn Scene, too: Flower of the Day, Sept 26, 2016

The flower garden around the house used as a backdrop in “American Gothic” by Grant Wood has definitely gone into its autumn mode. Click on photos to enlarge.

 

HERE is Cee’s autumn scene.

Fallen Giant, Next Generation: Sunday Trees 254 Challenge

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Fallen Giant, Next Generation

Sunday Trees—254 

Let’s Pretend

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Let’s Pretend

“Let’s pretend,” the children say,
as they hurry off to play.
But that same action has often blown
up in the face of those full-grown.
Escape is easier these days
with all the various means and ways
we have to skirt reality
by what we listen to and see.

On television or movie screen,
we might pretend that what we’ve seen
is more reality than fact,
until we find that we react
so vividly to what is fiction
that it becomes a real addiction
that deflects our full attention
from that we do not dare to mention.

Escape increasingly is sought––
deflecting us from what we ought
really to be dealing with.
Instead of truth, we choose the myth.
Global warming, poverty,
Isis, the disparity
between the classes and the use
of meth and alcohol abuse.

Children wielding guns because
it is what every game now does.
Adults displaying their frustration
at our society’s obfuscation
of the truth of what goes on
in a society gone wrong.
Wealth governs us then shields us from
how far from truth we’ve really come.

We watch pretty fantasies
that entertain or shock or please
filling us with false elation
that is not of our own creation.
So life becomes vicarious,
distracting us from various
problems where we might have acted
if we had not been distracted

by the gross banality
passing for reality
of made-up people who act and preen
on TV or computer screen.
There’s something to be said, you see
in favor of reality
when dealing with the painful facts
of what it is one’s own life lacks.

The prompt word today was “pretend.”

Autumn Mums: Flower of the Day, Sept. 24, 2016

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More treasures from Allenda’s hillside garden. Autumn mums remind me of homecoming and the brown and gold tones in these beauties remind me of the University of Wyoming, in particular!

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/09/23/flower-of-the-day-september-24-2016-dahlia/

Time Is Generous in its Offerings, but Has its Limits.

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Petitioning Time

The day first blooms, then flowers and fades away to night;
and though I’d choose to slow its progress if I might,
no part of nature sympathizes with my plight.
It is a futile undertaking trying to seize light.

Time feeds upon us all—the ultimate parasite.
There is no way to sate her appetite.
No clever words can save us from her cruel bite,
for she feeds with equal favor on dull and erudite.

Though we might flail and struggle, it does no good to fight.
If we try to outpace her, it is a futile flight.
All our human efforts to stay her just incite.
Time always is the winner, feeding on our fright.

Though we might choose to hoard our time—to hold it close and tight,
or hope that pills and potions might hide us from her sight,
no rituals or magic words that we might recite
can keep our fading colors perpetually bright.

No matter what initiatives we choose to expedite—
no matter what our efforts are to reignite
the light so quickly fading from our sight—
we cannot defeat time through acts of plebiscite.

The prompt word today is “Generous.”