30 Decibels
An upbeat singer has this choice
to bellow or to curb his voice.
Lower decibels are favored
so the music may be savored
The words for the Three Things Challenge are: UPBEAT LOWER BELLOW
30 Decibels
An upbeat singer has this choice
to bellow or to curb his voice.
Lower decibels are favored
so the music may be savored
The words for the Three Things Challenge are: UPBEAT LOWER BELLOW
Seasonal No-Nos
Coal in your stocking? There’s a reason.
(You’ve commited Yuletide treason
if you’ve been Christmas present squeezin’.)
These forms of unkind family-teasin’
aren’t allowed during this season:
You aren’t allowed to rag on sister
just because her boyfriend kissed ‘er.
Cannot short-sheet brothers’ beds
or put such mischief in the heads
of younger siblings so they do
naughty mischief, taught by you!
Can’t tease the dog or put the cat,
curled up, in your grandpa’s hat.
Cannot set the hamster free
to frolic in the Christmas tree.
Cannot conspire to spike the punch
when preacher’s asked for Sunday brunch.
All sorts of rules I could tell
to relieve the seasonal Hell
of switches in your Xmas stocking,
but I will do no further talking
of naughty things that you could do
to direct Kris Kringle’s wrath towards you.
For you require no more instruction
concerning means of the destruction
of the plans of all the others:
grandparents, sisters and brothers,
parents, uncles, aunts and those
who’ve wrapped up books and toys and clothes
to make your Xmas bright and fun
(so long as you have wrapped up none
of the gag gifts formerly plotted:
broken, ugly, fetid, rotted.)
Please wipe such plans out of your head,
or you’ll be sent,hungry, to bed
presentless, alone, unfed!!!!!
For RDP: Seasonal Image by Shutterstock
Lost Places
Some of us find the world
in the places where we are born.
Some of us can find no place there at all
except in retrospect.
We write books about these lost places
as though we knew what they were all about;
as though just by living there, we understood that place.
Actually, by writing about them we visit them again
and feel as much a stranger as we did before.
That is how we can stand to write about them.
They become the exotic other lands we’ve traveled to.
Misfortune becomes the best part of the story;
and we, at last, are grateful for it.
How Not to Walk a Crocodile
I’ll admit, it’s been a while
since I walked a crocodile,
so my technique is rather rusty
and my memory is dusty.
Still, I’ll tell you if you sit awhile
how not to walk a crocodile!
Don’t walk him through the butcher shop.
The butcher will just call a cop.
Don’t visit bakeries at all.
His roar will cause the cakes to fall.
That store where Mother bought her dress?
No place to walk your croc, I’d guess.
And though your pet may need some air,
it’s best that you don’t take him where
small dogs are left out for our viewing
just right for crocodile chewing.
Dog parks do not work for crocs
Find a new place for your walks.
Don’t walk him on your grandma’s floor.
She’ll sweep you both right out the door.
Don’t take him to your Sunday School.
He’s sure to break the Golden Rule.
And if you take him to the deli,
no saying what ends in his belly.
I’ll share a secret with you now.
It is, I really don’t know how
to take a crocodile for a walk.
All of this has just been talk.
And can I guess by your big smile,
you do not have a crocodile?
For FOWC the prompt is technique
Afterthought
I had this thought before you came along,
so whatever you thought I was thinking is wrong.
I wasn’t thinking your dress wasn’t right,
although now that you mention it, perhaps you might
choose one that was made for a girl of your height.
for the dVerse Quadrille Challenge, the prompt word is What. You can see how others responded to the prompt HERE. Image by Fray Bekele on Unsplash.
Cee, when I posted my first FOTD in 2013–the year I started my blog, this jade plant was just a baby, but as you can see, it has grown to a considerable size since then. It is now 4 1/2 feet high, 5 feet wide and 11 feet in circumference. It has grown right along with your readership! xoxoxox
Here are some more photos of it, close up. Click on photos to enlarge.
For Cee’s FOTD
Ancient ruins cloaked in fog rise from the icy ground,
yet here no restless spirits are likely to be found.
The wind has driven all from this commune of the dead,
and stitched the lace of curling clouds to frequent them instead.
They hover over columns and sail the empty halls,
brushing clear the cobwebs of these once-haunted walls.
For The Sunday Whirl the prompt words are:cloaked ruins ancient lace communes stitched spirits wind drive curling icy ground
Click on photos to enlarge.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #47.” Today’s number is 168. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album. Click on first photo to enlarge all photos. Then click on the arrows!