Funny Man
He invented silly. It began with his appearance.
His nose was slightly bulbous and he bought his clothes on clearance,
but he had such charm within him that it really didn’t matter.
Choosing between Brad Pitt and him? I would choose the latter!
For David’s “Something That Amuses Me” Prompt
P.S. I love this silly photo of a man who is actually very handsome. He had to go far to achieve this effect.
For Carol’s Thursday Trios
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Ollie and Kukla love to keep an eye on me when I’m adjusting things in the front garden. He sticks to the bench, but she prefers a high vantage point.
For Cee’s FOTD
ESCAPE
The door to the greatest house of all, the ocean’s edge,
tempts me to leave myself and enter.
This echo of the ocean is the dove in me
that carries the message that I want to fly.
Soaring dove, I want to ride on your back
to the crack of sunrise—to its flower.
To forget the lone compulsions
of the logic that has frozen me.
If I could let this hard time pass,
I might grow less diverted as my distance from it grows.
Time’s ricochet might drive me to the ocean’s rim,
revealing to me that I no longer want to toil.
The stress of guilt slows down
and if I choose to let it, falls behind.
Time will devour my past no matter how grand its scale––
revoke my sentence and set me free.
I will pass and repass it
on my round journey,
until my whole life
finally wears away.
For dVerse Poets Open Link Night. To see other poems for this prompt, go HERE.
AI image from dVerse Poets prompt.
Twilight
Our turtle years are speeding up as though there’s sparse time left,
distorting all our reveries and leaving us bereft.
All that vanished life that fades into the mist—
those pearls of perfection like the first time we were kissed—
all the names and faces of those we once embraced—
dissolve into the air as though they’ve been erased.
All those former altars once bedecked with flowers,
garlands of celebration that vanished with the hours,
days and then the years now gathered in our past,
all those lives we built, not engineered to last.
Soon we will just be a name carved upon a stone,
to join with other spirits in the twilight zone.
Twilight
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle # 663 the prompt words are:air embraced pearls perfection turtle altar garlands reveries vanish name built mist
Here ’tis. We are asked for a brief description of what the following films/books could be about.
1. Gray Lady Down. Movie about Ruth Bader Ginsberg’s funeral.
2. Ladyhawke. Alan Alda’s love interest in MASH.
3. Black Hawk Down. The underfeathers of an ebony colored predatory bird.
4. All The President’s Men. Movie based on the January 6th attack on the Capital.
5. The Green Mile. What Billy Ray Cyrus’s daughter was called before she reached pubescence.
6. The Colour Purple. What you get when you cross a spelling error with a royal hue.
7. 50 First Dates. Half a hundred initial samplings of the fruit of a palm tree.
8. Geronimo. Along with Geronilarry & Geronicurly, one of The Three Geronistooges–a comedy trio from the late 1930s.” (Many thanks to Forgottenman who came up with this one when I’d given up on it!!)
9. The Sum of All Fears. What we hope November 5 won’t add up to be.
10. Stagecoach. What they call a director on Broadway.
I didn’t know they awarded gold medals to anyone except Olympians…but guess you can get them for nimble fingers and a nimble mind as well! I was a finalist in the memoir category. This one isn’t real gold, by the way! It set me to wondering if the Olympic medals are real gold. This is what I learned: According to the International Olympic Committee, Olympic gold medals are required to be at least 92.5 percent silver, and are plated with about 6 grams of pure gold.
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