Oops! I forgot to include my favorite photo in my earlier response to this prompt. I just have to give it its own post now. I love how cats always seem to set up poses…this one a group one.
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For Cee’s FOTD
ForCee’s FOTD
Pasiano has always called this dwarf poinciana a tabachine and I did find one identifier that called it a tabachine de la sierra, but most called it a dwarf poinciana or pride of Barbados. And, if you really want to confuse the matter, it is also called a Mexican bird of paradise.
For Cee’s FOTD
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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #9” Today’s number is 130. 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 under that number and include 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.
For Fibbing Friday, Feb 16, 2024 the questions are:
1. Jonah wasn’t swallowed by a whale…he was swallowed by a Wave. He was rescued by a Whale.
2. Who (or what) could make even the fiercest pirate quake in his boots? Ma Kettle
3. What did Huckleberry Finn have to really paint? Little Girl in Blue, but Mary Cassatt got the credit.
4. What is the best food that can be paired with red wine? Peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
5. What are you wearing in the sun? Duh. A sunsuit, of course.
6. Why do dogs chase after cars? Someone put a bone on the back bumper rail.
7. What did the cat say to its kitten about the humans? They’re not Purrrfect, but they’ll do.
8. Goldfish are not fish. What are they? Crackers
9. What would you rather do instead of sleeping? Write about it.
10. The Phantom didn’t haunt the Opera House…He haunted the outhouse, where he scared the _ _ _ _ out of everyone.
Image by Todd Cravens on Unsplash.
I dedicate these less than stellar answers to my sister Patti, who said she was suffering withdrawal because i had chosen not to do the Fibbing Friday this week. As usual, I minded her and did the prompt.
Lilacs and Popsicles
A fresh whiff of lilacs on the evening breeze
sends me off in paroxysms—sneeze on sneeze on sneeze.
tuberoses give me headaches, jasmine flowers make me ill.
Whenever dates wear aftershave, I have to take a pill.
Pinesol makes me nauseous. I’d rather smell the dirt!
And please do not use fabric softener on my favorite shirt.
I can’t believe so many folks enjoy a scented candle,
for they’re another stinky thing I simply cannot handle.
When friends bring friends to visit me, they eschew scented lotions
and tell their friends to do the same, ‘cause I have these strange notions.
What I like to smell is dill, and soil soaked by rain.
The kind of things I like to smell I’m hard-pressed to explain.
Who likes the scent of curry or cabbage in the hall?
But I admit, I like them! They don’t bother me at all.
I love the smell of Popsicles—my favorite is cherry.
It’s floral scents that I abhor, so weddings make me wary.
I hug the bride and kiss the groom, contribute to her trousseau.
But I must always hold my nose and hurry as I do so.
Orange blossoms are the worst, along with the carnation.
Even roses, I admit, are an abomination!
I really do like flowers, but only how they look.
My favorite kinds of odors are kinds that you can cook!
Chocolate cake or pudding and hot dogs on the grill
are smells that inspire ecstasy—that certain little thrill.
Vanilla poured in pudding, bananas mashed for bread—
swirl around my nostrils and end up in my head.
Such romantic odors. What stories they do tell
of culinary orgasms and itchings they will quell.
So if you want to pleasure me, please, for heaven’s sake,
leave the flowers at the shop and simply bring me cake!
For dVerse Poets: Lilacs. Image by Karo on Unsplash.
See how others responded to the prompt HERE.
Sirens
Mermaids spin their slippery thread of grass from ocean’s floor,
then string it with the beads of glass and risk their skins for more.
Surfacing to comb the beach for glass rolled round by waves,
then sit in all their finery, enticing sailor knaves
to forfeit breath and life to brave the rocky ocean’s roar
and creamy waves that bear them to a fatal shore.
Words for The Sunday Whirl Wordle are: surfacing breath slippery cream bear sit glass spin beads thread risk skins Image by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash.
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