When Right is Wrong

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When Right is Wrong 

You always were too holy for our motley crew.
No way could we ever be quite as straight as you.
We questionable artists and musicians and the ilk
could not approach your holiness absorbed with mother’s milk.

You postulate your future at heaven’s pearly gate,
while at the same time uncertain of our sinners’ fate.
Will we be subject to your God’s retaliatory rages,
or will he ask you to atone for locking kids in cages?

Prompts for today are motley, straight, postulate, questionable, artist and uncertain.

Leftover, FOTD Feb 9, 2023

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A. bit spotted by mold or the minerals in our water, this poinsettia nonetheless has survived Christmas to bloom amidst the Dusty Miller in the front garden of my house.

For Cee’s FOTD

Neighborhood Security

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Neighborhood Security

The siblings from Hell bike over the hill,
ravage my apple tree and eat their fill.
Pernicious young visitors—prophets of doom,
they deadhead my flowers, purloin their perfume.

I postulate ways that I may be rid
of each malevolent disastrous kid,
but threats don’t deter them and their parents don’t care.
They’re just grateful these Hellions are out of their hair.

Should I kill them with kindness? Prepare them ice creams?
Bake them a pizza that’s the stuff of their dreams?
Buy them new toys or enfold them in arms
that have forgiven their previous harms?

Would this turn them loving and mindful and meek?
Will it work if I turn that proverbial cheek?
Or should I turn the dogs out to drive them away?
Lock all my doors and again hit the hay?

It’s six in the morning. I could use some more sleep.
They are such bratty kids. My resentment runs deep.
So I walk down the hall and open the gate,
release my Great Danes and thus seal their fate.

They’ll pursue them with vigor and though they might run,
they’ll soon overtake them and when they are done,
revise your opinion if you’ve judged me as cruel,
they’ll divert them with kisses and subdue them with drool.

Prompt words today are pernicious, perfume, postulate, questionable, bike and siblings. Image by Austin Pacheco on Unsplash.

Ornamental Kale: Feb 8, 2023

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For Cee’s FOTD

 

Deisi and Richard’s Wedding

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Richard and Deisi.. Married at last.
Deisi and her new Mother-in-Law
Mother of the Groom
Agustin catered the event.
Becky sang a lovely wedding ballad
The rings
Agustin’s son was the bartender
The Best Dog
Grandmother of the bride
Singer

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Here are a couple of clips of the dance.

Caged Bird

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Caged Bird

My cage is comfortable, but
it is a homey sort of rut.
Is it not reasonable for
a bird to want a whole lot more?

Confined to this continual squeeze,
I yearn for freedom of the trees—
the air, the feel of wind on wings.
One should not confine wild things.

 

Prompts today are reasonable, homey, confine, trees.

Hibiscus: FOTD Feb 7, 2023

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For Cee’s FOTD

Visiting Mom in Jail

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Coco has a new bad habit of reclining on the terrace table. As I was getting ready to do this prompt, I decided to try to incorporate her into the poem, using these photos as a further prompt.

Visiting Mom in Jail

If it were up to me, we’d both be off and hiking,
but as you can see, this is not to her liking.
You are instrumental for the reason she is balking,
for Instead of hiking, her fingers do the walking.

Clearly, I don’t fancy this. I see no plusses to it.
I denounce this action and I’ll tell you why I rue it.
My phrases you’ll find piquant . They’ll clearly break your heart.
But when they come to moving her, they will not make a start.

As you can see from shots above, they keep Mom behind bars
and only let her out at night to swim beneath the stars.
We feel so sorry for her that when she goes in to bed,
we all stream in behind her and cluster ’round her head.

We’re sure she craves as company the doggies she adores,
though she complains that Zoe farts and brother Morrie snores.
As for me, I lick her face and hands and arms and neck.
She says she does not like it, but I just think, “What the heck?”

As long as we are all on the same side of the bars,
we need to reassure her we consider her as ours.
Meanwhile, in the daytime when we clearly are not able,
I’ll stay as close as I can be by lying on the table!!!

Prompts today are denounce, fancy, plus, piquant, hike and instrumental.

Tradescantia Bloom: FOTD Feb 6

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Red

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Obviously, a good time was had by all. It started when I drove into San Juan Cosala to see the sunset but stopped to drop off some Old Dames books at Viva Mexico. Next thing I knew, I was sitting at the table with the musicians sipping a gin and tonic. Then, when they played a Mexican version of “I Did it My Way,” the lady in red had to come up and say it was originally a song written  and recorded to the tune of an old French song by Paul Anka, who was a Canadian. Of course I had to say Frank Sinatra recorded it. They begged to differ. The next thing I knew, we were all standing up singing our own version simultaneously, in English, French and Spanish.  It ended up with us all in tears, hugging each other and the two women saying it was the best time they’d ever had visiting Mexico.  And, by the way, I was right. Paul Anka refused to record the song, saying he’d written it for Frank. She was also right, however, because he did use the tune to an old French song but wrote different words to it in English. I also read that Frank Sinatra hated the song because he thought it was self-aggrandizing. 

Oh, by the way. I missed the sunset.

I’m not responsible for the additional red rings around the lights. I guess my camera just anticipated this prompt. 

For the Valentine Red Challenge.