Cleanup Crew for SOCS

Not dead..just stuffed full and taking a rest.

Cleanup Crew

They eke their living out of our scraps
purloined while we are taking naps
or out for walks or just aren’t looking––
so intent upon our cooking
that we fail to see them scamper
(from where they hide behind the hamper)
out to gather crumbs they seek.
But instead, they prompt an “Eek”
as Mom goes one way, they the other
off to find, they hope, another
kitchen where the cook’s more willing
to ignore their needs for filling
rodent jaws and rodent tummies
with some errant human yummies.

The SOCS prompt is eek/eke

About Time. A Conservative Speaks Out About Trump

 

Yesterday, the neoconservative David Brooks wrote this in an OpEd in the NY Times,
“Trumpism… is primarily about the acquisition of power — power for its own sake. It is a multifront assault to make the earth a playground for ruthless men, so of course any institutions that might restrain power must be weakened or destroyed. Trumpism is about ego, appetite and acquisitiveness and is driven by a primal aversion to the higher elements of the human spirit — learning, compassion, scientific wonder, the pursuit of justice. …
What is happening now is not normal politics. We’re seeing an assault on the fundamental institutions of our civic life, things we should all swear loyalty to — Democrat, independent or Republican.
It’s time for a comprehensive national civic uprising. It’s time for Americans in universities, law, business, nonprofits and the scientific community, and civil servants and beyond to form one coordinated mass movement. Trump is about power. The only way he’s going to be stopped is if he’s confronted by some movement that possesses rival power. …
I’m really not a movement guy. I don’t naturally march in demonstrations or attend rallies that I’m not covering as a journalist. But this is what America needs right now.”
I hope this causes other thinking, responsible Republicans to speak up agains this self-proclaimed dictator to restore their party to rationality.

Which Way?

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For the Which Way Challenge

For Fibbing Friday

The Garden of Eden with the Fall of Man by Jan Brueghel the Elder and Pieter Paul Rubens

For Fibbing Friday, this week’s challenge is:

1.  What is a winklepicker? A fairylike creature who comes around at night and picks sleepers out of your eyes.
2.  What is a pipsqueak? The sound your nail makes against your teeth as you remove blueberry seeds from them. 
3.  What is a beatnik? An outdoor meal for hippies.
4.  What is a sequin? What one does when one enters a competition.
5.  What is spiel?  The shape the skin of an apple assumes when you use a knife to cut it off in one long peel.
6.  What is asphalt? I hate to be indelicate, but it is a rude term for a fart.
7.  What is a hologram? Your father’s mother just before her first meal of the day.
8.  What is a dickie seat? The chair your ex chose to sit in.
9.  What is sinew?  Another name for Adam accepting the apple. Also called original sin.
10. What is a collage? A place of advanced learning after high school..specifically for budding artists.

In 2024, Only Two U.S. States Voted Unanimously. Let’s Compare!

 

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The Girl With 8 Limbs. An Amazing Story

An “Incident” of Road Rage for FOWC

 

 Seven years ago, we were in Tonala—a village of many artisans near Guadalajara— and about to cross (walking) at an intersection when we heard a horn blaring. One car honked its horn and then zipped around the car in front of it, cutting it off, and crossed the road in front of us. Then the car it had passed started blaring its horn and sped after it. The car in front parked in the middle of the street, blocking the other car, which honked at it to move. The woman in the front car came barreling out of her car, yelling, ran back to the car behind her, reached through the window and slapped the driver in the face. This caused the driver’s husband to come barreling out of his car and the husband of the car in front to come running to defend his wife. Then the driver of the rear car exited, but unfortunately forgot to turn off her car or set her hand brake and the rear car went crashing into the front car! When we drove back by 5 minutes later there were two police cars, an ambulance and what looked like a swat team handling the matter. Talk about an “incident“! (We knew the ambulance was unwarranted unless the battle escalated after we left.)

 

For FOWC  the prompt is “incident.”

“Wordless” for Word of the Day.

Wordless

I wish that I could wow you with putting prompts to rhyme,
but I seem not to be able to do so at this time.
“Amplify’s” been silenced and refuses to fight back,
while its potential author is revealed as just a hack.

It seems my old acuity at making words behave
has somehow deserted me, branding me a knave.
The truth that I am lacking in *vocabular agility
has left me slightly flummoxed with a new vulnerability.

(*For all I know, some lexicographer’s already dissed
my coinage of a brand new word the dictionaries missed.)
This poet, once ferocious, has been worn down by time.
and I’m thinking in my next life I might come back as a mime.

The Word of the Day prompt is:  “Amplify.”

Dateless Saturday Night for dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge

Dateless Saturday Night

Her face an apparition
in the mirror of
her window,
she sits alone, apart from the
cool crowd,
plucking  petals.
“He loves me. He loves me not.” 
Her hand holds one more piece
too many,
the whole world
plucked nodes
on an empty 
stem.  

The prompt word for the dVerse Poets quadrille challenge is: petal.

Life is More Wonderful

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Life is Wonderful

Concentrate on daily things—
the scent of toast perfectly browned,
new sheets gathered from the line,
this morning’s treasures spread on the ground:

a robin’s egg, inventing blue,
left on your doorstep, as though for you.
Seed of sycamore spinning down
to land with precision on your shoe.

Life is more wonderful with what
can come through serendipity;
and once we’re clothed and fed and sheltered,
what’s most valuable is free:

A child’s questing hopeful look
as he searches worlds within a book.
Heartfelt laughter dispelling pain
and friends who will return again.

Pity those for whom success
means piling gold in offshore banks;
whose quest for more will sacrifice
the health of children to buy more tanks.

They’ve gone too far to ever know
how much pain and how much woe
is occasioned by their status quo—
how much unhappiness they’ll sow.

Acceptance of their ignorant greed
will lead us down the path they’ve worn.
They’ll leave our world stripped and bereft,
her wondrous freedoms raped and shorn.

So as they pillage, ruin, and rape
an environment that can’t escape,
be glad that stubborn others insist
that we drive these bullies from our midst.

We know too much of the world’s ills
to ever fully feel at peace,
for that safe world that we have known
can not be lived without surcease.

Enjoy your happiness in each thing
that luck or your hard work might bring,
but share these things with everyone
lest all we stand for comes undone.

There is much in life that we
must learn to live with and accept;
but other things that we can change,
and leaders who are more adept

at giving us the basics for our health and happiness:
clean water, schools and health care. Never accept less.
If our quest for fool’s gold destroys what it can’t buy,
we’re simply fools caught building dream castles in the sky.

In times that are distressing,
millions of voices shout,
“To preserve simple pleasures,
drive these carpetbaggers out!”

The prompt for MVB is Wonder