Love’s Illusions for NaPoWriMo Apr 15, 2023

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Love’s Illusions

I fear that my Adonis became an Achille’s heel.
His charms were an illusion. He wasn’t the real deal.
His bombastic bearing was one I could not bear.
I plumbed his deepest psyche and found it wasn’t there.

His attempts to woo and win me were perfectly rehearsed.
We were Samson and Delilah, but the ending was reversed!
I was the one who lost my head. Thank God it was not literal,
for when he sought to wield his sword, his target was just clitoral.

My romantic Odysseys give precious little peace.
At times I’ve felt like Jason, seeking the Golden Fleece.
A female Don Quixote, with endless optimism,
If I’d met Dr. Jekyll, I’d have overlooked the schism.

I’ve felt passion ignited via heroes from the telly,
but then found out that my Clark Kent turned into Machiavelli!
Bat Man became a vampire, which was most disillusioning.
So at least for the present, I swear off romantic fusioning!

 

For the NaPoWriMo prompt today, we are to think of a person – real or imagined – who has been held out to you as an example of how to be of live, but who you have always had doubts about. Write a poem that exaggerates the supposedly admirable qualities of the person in a way that exposes your doubts. Illustration by King Lip on Unsplash, Used with permission

Working off Calories

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Working off Calories

Once I’ve xertzed down my dessert and licked clean my plate,
I subject my coffee to a similar fate.
And exhausting my sugar and caffeine allowance,
I nonetheless refuse to state my avowance,
for I cannot quit cold either sugar or coffee—
lattes or chocolate or cupcakes or toffee.
I won’t make a pact to take that big leap
to make empty promises that I can’t keep.
I’m suffused with the shame of these terrible truths:
I’m addicted to donuts and adore Baby Ruths.
Then gulps of coffee between every bite
keep me awake, I admit, every night
which means countless trips from my bed to the shelf
where I keep the means for indulging myself!
And it’s true that I scarf down more delectable treats,
but in my efforts to gather more treats,
I get most of my exercise going and coming,
getting in steps  on the way to my yumming.

 

I Prompt words are cold, pact, xertz, suffuse, allowance and empty. Image by Isumi Daizy on Unsplash.

Fresh Kalanchoe: FOTD Apr 15, 2023

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For Cee’s FOTD

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I can’t decide which I like best so I’m including them all. Why not?  

Again, I went to buy soil and ended up with an entire trunk full of plants. It started with these lovely kalanchoes. Two plants–you can see a bit of the yellow one in one of the photos. There is such a variety of colors even from plant to plant. One yellow is not exactly the same as the other. I love this unbrash creamy color of yellow as opposed to lemon yellow plus the variation of the orange which unfolds from its blush peach fist to the more vivid orange flower.

I went out to snap a few new photos of flowers and ended up trimming all of the plants in the entire back porch plus the lower level around the studio and the side of the terrace. Two hours later, I came up to post this!  You can hardly pass for the heaps of weeds and dry leaves and branches in the pathways and corridors. A surprise for Pasiano on Monday. I trim, he clears away and bags up.

Vermillion Flycatcher: Bird of the Week

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I love this perky little Vermillion Flycatcher and nominate her as Bird of the Week!!!

For the Bird of the Week Prompt

Them’s No Apples! !!! For CMMC

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I got a bit carried away and some of these are on the cusp of Granny Smith, I know. If you see any you think I should “out,” let me know. For CMMC, Granny Smith Apple Light Green Colors

Singer-Songwriter Fibs for Fibbing Friday, Apr 14, 2023

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 This week Fibbing Friday  invited us to provide alternative artists (real or fictitious) for these song titles:

1. Stop in the name of Love ….Greta Thunberg
2. You can call me Al…Albert Einstein, in a more relaxed moment.
3. Til you come back to me…..Camille Claudel
4. I just wanna dance with somebody…Hedda Hopper
5. Won’t somebody dance with me….Uriah Heep
6. Two out of three ain’t bad ….The Khardashians
7. Ghostriders in the sky….The Kingston Trio (Answer song to “The Man Who Never Returned”)
8. Ticket to Ride…Jack Kerouack
9. Totally devoted to you …Lassie
10. Me and You and a Dog named Boo: The Who. (Boo was their dog. When people asked, “Boo Who? he could answer yes!)

Want to Fib along? Do so HERE.

Things My Mother Taught Me

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Things My Mother Taught Me

I’ve used you as a paradigm of what I want to be,
and for those years I had a child, raised her as you raised me.
Used your fine discernment in establishing the rules. 
Taught her to respect herself and not to suffer fools. 
Issued all the necessary caveats and warnings,
tucked her into bed at night and rousted her most mornings. 
Help her when she needed it and then I let her be, 
for the truest gift you give a child is when you set her free.

Prompt words are caveat, paradigm, necessity and discernment.

 

The A to Z Guide to Phobias

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The A to Z Guide to Phobias

Beanophobia: A well-founded fear when they serve baked beans at the banquet before your Jr.prom.
Deanophobia: That long-ago fear in college that you’d be caught sneaking into your dorm after hours.
Geneophobia: The fear that Ancestry.Com will unearth something dastardly in your family tree.
Jeanophobia: Your grandmother’s fear that you’ll show up in shredded jeans for you aunt’s wedding.
Keeneophobia: An unexplainable dislike of Nancy Drew Mysteries.
Leanophobia: An iffy excuse for breaking your diet.
Meanophobia: What keeps you as far away as possible from the snotty group of girls in high school. 
Preenophobia: Your stubborn refusal to sneak into the girls room during the interval of the movie to check out your hair and lipstick.
Queenophobia: A co-occurring disorder suffered by Anti-Anglophiles.
Sceneophobia: That feeling of dread when you let your boyfriend talk you into going to a slasher movie.
Teenophobia: A common phobia suffered by the parents of children between the ages of 12 and 20.
Weanophobia: the reluctance of first-time mothers to give up nursing.
Weeniephobia: A debilitating fear of hot dogs that causes one to avoid fairs and football games.
Xenophobia: An unreasonable dread that one might have been born in 1966 instead of 1965.

No surprise that the  prompt today was Xenophobia, Image by Vadim Bogulov on Unsplash.

 

Dahlia: FOTD Apr 14, 2023

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Since I’m rather low on “different” flowers right now, I searched my archives for a flower labelled “Unused.” This one came up, but when I typed its number into my WP media file, I found I’d published it seven years ago. It was pretty enough that I decided to publish it again anyway. Cee does say we should dig into our archives!!! Makes me want to go out and find dahlias to plant. It’s been a long time since I’ve had dahlias in my garden. Unfortunately, the little dogs will probably eat them. They are big salad fans.

For Cee’s FOTD

Nipped Bud! For Prompts and NaPoWriMo, Apr 13, 2023

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A Flowery Metaphoric Rejection on a Bad Cold Day

When it comes to heroes, I prefer mine picaresque–
not one that clouds his meanings in terms more picturesque.

“We could make some upbeat music?” Your intent I can’t detect,
so I must entreat you, try to use words more direct.

All my friends have warned me you’re desirous of my hand,
but you seem to seek my membership in some sort of band.

I, too, can speak in metaphors, admiddedly not choral,
for instead of musical, my imagery is floral.

I cannot speak concisely for I have ad awful code.
But as to our conjoining,? Gotta snip it in the node!

 

(Disclaimer: I had written this all in lingo that sounded like a bad cold, but it seemed indecipherable, so I reverted to just using it in the last two lines.)

Prompts today are upbeat, picturesque, direct, entreat, node and membership.
Also, For NaPoWriMo 13