Just Beyond My Grasp For SOCS, Nov 23, 2024

 

 

Just Beyond My Grasp

When I’ve passed a restless night,
to once more welcome morning light,
I do not leave a lover’s grasp.
No knitted legs need to unclasp.
What time on waking I can afford
is simply spent unwinding cord:
the earbud cord around my neck,
my PC power cord from the wreck
of pillows, comforter and sheet
that somehow, now, are at my feet.
My MacBook Air, just by my shoulder
has come unplugged and so is colder
to my touch. It won’t power on.
Then, when plugged in, my poem is gone.

For SOCS

The Vital Truth!!!

 

Thanks to Georgia for passing on this incredible video!!!

for Fibbing Friday, Nov 22, 2024

For Fibbing Friday the words to define this week are:

1.    Airag: An unkind statement made by a stewardess while aloft.
2.   Balut: Rudolf Nureyev’s personal male attendant, responsible for his clothes and appearance
3.   Beondegi: Where be de word “giant” on de Scrabble board!!!
4.   Durian: What the Balinese couple named their stinky baby.
5.   Escamoles: Inuit sauces.
6.   Hákarl: The fourth Marx brother.
7.   Khash: What Kim Kardashian calls her private stash.
8.   Salo: The reduction of prices in a store in Mexico.
9.   Scrapple: An argument over the legitimacy of a Scrabble word.
10. Stargazey Pie: What the observatory restaurant serves for dessert.

Rejecting Advice, for the Writer’s Digest Prompt

 

Unsolicited Advice

With buckets of advice and a blizzard of suggestions,
and prolific answers to all of life’s great questions,
he blusters and pontificates and tells us how to live
with advice he never follows, but which, nonetheless, he gives.

He imparts his wisdom to everyone he meets:
from how to run your business to your life between the sheets.
Advice on morals, love and sex (all in his domain)
make even brief encounters such a royal pain.

You know he’ll scratch his whiskers and open up his yap
and once again you will be caught in his vocal trap.
And so you’ve found that at first sight, you must avoid detection
by altering your footsteps to an alternate direction.

For the Writer’s Digest Rejecting Advice prompt.

Night of the Dragon for dVerse Poets

photo with permission from Lachlan Gowen on Unsplash

Night of the Dragon

Behold the dragon, how it flows
from its tail up to its nose.
Thirty feet and thirty arms
move the dragon’s sinuous charms—
its razor teeth, its threatening frown—
through the streets of Chinatown.
On its head, a golden crown.
Its many humps move up and down,
forming valleys, growing hills
while moving over rocks and rills.
Straightening out to cross the bridges
spanning between neighboring ridges.
Never flying through the air,
rising only up the stair.
So many mortals make one beast,
one night a year to roil and feast
on errant spirits wandering out
their vile sentiments to flout,
chancing their ends once more to free
those rotten souls they used to be.
One night of all we form the back
that otherwise the dragons lack.
We form their arms and form their feet,
arousing awe in all we meet.
And thus it happens, once a year,
we become that which most we fear.

For the dVerse Poets prompt, “Dragon.”

Skipped Out, for MVB

 

Skipped Out

It was a wretched theory. They postulated that
if we’d all collaborate, we’d lose all of our fat.
They weren’t very subtle. They gave us tubes of stuff
to squeeze over the food we ate, but never quite enough.
We had to buy the second batch, and prices just kept rising,
but we never lost a pound—a result not surprising.
Later, they skipped out of town—an act our friends found funny.
They told us from the first the only thing we’d lose is money!!!

For MVB: Skipped

Breaking Tradition for FOWC

Breaking Tradition

A tradition is a habit that we’re loath to break,
a memory that our hearts continue stubbornly to make.
It is our continuity, our chain link to the past.
We make a resolution that it’s always going to last.

And yet our lives must segue to what future we might grow.
We cannot drag the past with us wherever we may go
lest it become a ball and chain that keeps us from what may
be an opportunity that may come our way.

Traditions are so comforting. They deal with what has been.
They make tiny departures seem a sort of sin,
but sometimes they just hold us back, keep us from being free,
and we must let loose of tradition to see what we can be.

Revenge can be tradition and one that’s hard to break,
causing backward facing hearts to fester and to ache.
As hard as it may be for us to turn around and heal,
it’s the only course that may enable us to feel.

When we peel away tradition, it gives hearts room to grow.
We plant seeds of new memories and tend them row on row.
The garden of our consciousness so fertile and so vast
that there is room for new traditions as alluring as the past.

 

For FOWC: Traditional

Happy Medium

                                          Happy Medium

I’m no rocket scientist,
but neither do I drool.
I once was an icon––
valedictorian in my school.
Living on a pension,
spending most days on my couch,
I’ve kept my sense of humor
and not become a grouch!!!

For Esther’s “Can you tell a story in. 39 words”   the words are:

  • ICON
  • DROOL
  • PENSION
  • ROCKET
  • COUCH

 

Lantana, for FOTD, Nov 20, 2024

 

It has been a long time since I included photos of Lantana in my FOTD. I removed all of the bushes when I noticed the dogs were “grazing” on them as I’d discovered they were poisonous to dogs. I did plant one outside the wall in front of my huse and just noticed it when I was checking out the growth there. They grow to tree size in Mexico, sometimes, but so far this plant has curbed its growth. So glad to see one still on my property. They are so hearty and in California I had lots of them in the lower garden as they were deer resistant and also  most insects.

For FOTD

Duranta Blooms, FOTD, Nov 19, 2024

For Cee’s FOTD