Weekend Sky, Dec 26, 2020

 

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For the Weekend Sky prompt.

Geraniums: FOTD Dec 26, 2020

From my friend Blue’s garden

 

For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Substitutions

 

Substitutions

An open window, an open door
from a block away or more,
may leak a song whose melody
brings forth a long-lost memory.

Its strains may bring a prompt detection
of an overlooked reflection—
that abrupt awareness of
those substitutes for human love.

A cat, a dog, a garden full
of beauty that exerts its pull—
diversions that can take the place
of a well-loved absent face.

So we fill in each empty spot
where each loved-one, alas, is not,
making do with what what’s around—
those near-distractions that we’ve found.

Prompts for today are substitute, abrupt, reflect and music.

I spent all day trying to fight off a migraine. Soon after I woke up I lost half my vision—could only seen the right side of my head by turning my head sideways.  I took a couple of caffeine pills, hoping that it was the beginning of a migraine—fearing the alternative more. My vision eventually came back but a nagging little headache persisted so I took more caffeine, tried to eat around 3 but had terrible indigestion and more of a headache. Finally, I took an Extra-Strength Tylenol along with a Coke, which I knew would give me arm and/or leg cramps, but it was preferable to a full-strength migraine. Went down to the hammock with an audible book so I could close my eyes, Morrie jumped up on my lap and Diego hung his head over the side of the hammock seeking my other hand. I pulled my cowl neck over my head to avoid their stinky bodies and breaths (bath-time is in order) and finally, blessedly, fell asleep. Aroused by a phone call from a good friend, after hanging up, I was seized by a massive foot cramp, got up and stamped it out and came up to the house where the pups and kitties were glad to finally have their meal a few hours late. Not the best day in the world but it brings me to the reason for telling you my woes, other than your sympathy—that being the reason why I haven’t yet written and published my poem for the day. So, finally, at 8 in the evening, here it is.

 

Hibiscus: FOTD Dec 25, 2020

Found this beauty in my friend Julika’s yard.  Merry Christmas!!

Unwrapped Gift

Unwrapped Gift

You thought life had an itinerary all mapped out and planned?
You thought it was a deck of cards, all dealt out and fanned?
You’d play this card, then that one and win the game with ease?
Fate saw your plan and chuckled and brought you to your knees.

So much for jubilation, for celebration and
your misapprehension you’d been dealt a winning hand.
Humanity is just a part of Nature’s total plan.
Evolution didn’t end when she invented man.

In one hand she holds her sketch pad, in the other an eraser.
One she uses to create herself, the other to efface her.
One creation a success, another a mistake,
Our triumph’s not the only choice that she has to make.

It’s time for the whole human race to eat its humble pie
and align itself with nature, or make the choice to die.
Nature’s not here to conquer. It’s here to show the way.
The truth of that’s the gift that we must learn this Christmas Day.

Prompt words today are humanity, itinerary, celebrate and jubilation.

6 A.M., Dec. 24, 2020


6 A.M., December 24, 2020

All around my room and all around the house,
everything is still and quiet as a mouse.
All the sounds of living are muffled by the night,
as if a large hand censors both my hearing and my sight.

Then the greater world is thrust into my ear—
a single church bell tolling is all that I can hear
signaling the hour—6 A.M. again—
a barrage of fireworks setting up its din

to welcome us to Christmas Eve though it is merely morn.
It is our second  notice that a child will be born.
First the star low in the west—a bauble in the sky
tells the whole world of the day that is coming nigh.

Odors of the pine tree, presentiment of myrrh,
the stirring of the dogs, the cat’s insistent purr,
the roasting of the turkey—the onions in the dressing
bring another sense to transmit the Christmas blessing.

A touch of lips ‘neath mistletoe can’t be far away,
bringing that last sense of touch to calm the worldly fray.
May all the troubles of the world thereby find surcease
and for this brief holiday, may all the world find peace.

Prompt words today are mouse, great, bauble and living. Image by Peter Bucks on Unsplash, used with permission.

Hibiscus: FOTD Dec 24, 2020

I stopped the car, parked and got out to take this photo of a stunning hibiscus.  Five minutes later, I was stopped at a stop light and a motorcycle ran into the back of my car!  I saw that he was trying to get his bike up and get on it, so I pulled over to the side of the road and got out to see the damage to my car. When I turned to see how the motorcyclist was doing, there were people from other cars grouped around him but he had turned his bike around and was getting ready to take off in the direction he’d come from–and away from me! I guess he was afraid he’d have to pay for repairs to my car. As it was, I just got in my car and drove away in the opposite direction–the direction I was going in the first place. Every little mark makes it easier to identify the back of my car in a parking lot!

For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa

Make the sleigh bells jingle, put leather to the back
of every lazy reindeer. You’ve an extra-heavy pack
to deliver in this year when folks can’t get out shopping
so there’ll be way more presents that you’ll need to be dropping. 

You’ve always been a busy guy every Christmas Eve,
but this year with the extra presents that you’ll have to leave,
you’ll need some extra energy and upon great reflection,
we’ve come up with some special means to show our great affection.

Milk and cookies will not be enough for you this year,
so we’ll leave you a Wassail cup, a porter or a beer
along with a sub sandwich, some cookies and some chips
and some vaseline with glitter to protect your chilblained lips.

May you have sufficient energy. May reindeer find a way
to keep up with the pressure of this extra special day.
And may you be assured while you’re delivering your plenty
that no year in the future will rival 2020!!!

 

 

Prompt words today are glitter, leather, wassail and jingle.

 

Flower of the Day, Dec 23, 2020

 

Sorry, I’m unsure what this flower is.

 

For Cee’s FOTD

SANTA CLAUS AIN’T COMING TO TOWN – A SONG BY RICH PASCHALL

I love these reworked 2020 song lyrics by Rich Paschall

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You should not go out
You should not come by
This year’s a washout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town.

He’s making a list,
He’s crossing you off,
He’s heard that you sneeze and heard that you cough
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town.

He sees you when you vomit
And he knows when you’re confused
He knows that you’ve been bad, not good
Cuz your mask has gone unused.

You should have stayed home
Or worn a mask.
No presents for you, so don’t even ask
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town.

No little tin horns, little toy box
No bright colored ties and orange-colored socks
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town
No cheap plastic dolls that tinkle and poo
No baseballs or bats or basketballs too
Santa Claus ain’t comin’ to town.

The kids and sickly parents won’t have a jubilee
They won’t be…

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