Oriole
Oriole on top of my world! (Click on photos to enlarge.)
Top of the Morning, Top of the Palm
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Homegrown Harvest: Cabbage
Kissing Lessons
Kissing Lessons
How you structure your kisses is boringly normal.
Your lips are too tight and your stance is too formal.
Your lips are all dry and your beard like a cactus.
If you’d like to get anywhere, you’d better practice.
In girl’s locker room buzz, I’ve heard it expressed
you’re least likely to see any female undressed.
You’ve been tagged a poor lover—unexpressive and rigid.
If you were a woman, they’d label you frigid.
The shower wall validates you’re a cold fish,
but perhaps I could help you with this if you wish.
A night on the town with a few margaritas,
watching the tango moves of senoritas.
Then a few shooters and you will be ready
to learn how to render your “kissee” unsteady.
Untense your lip muscles. Relax each shoulder.
As you relax more, your kiss will grow bolder.
Look into her eyes when you are not kissing.
Give her time to regret what she has been missing.
If your kiss seems successful, go up one more rung
and carefully dare to try out some tongue.
No slurping and sucking. She isn’t a sucker.
Try to instill some class in your pucker.
Be soft and be hard, alternating the two,
and you won’t need me to tell you how to woo!
Prompts for today are normal, express, tagged, validate and structure.
Arete (Fuchsia?) Flower: FOTD, Apr 24, 2020
For Cee’s FOTD
Yolanda calls this flower an arete..or earring flower, so if she is correct, it is a white fuchsia, which I’d never seen before Pasiano brought me this plant. We’ll see what happens when that little round ball opens up. She’s probably right .
Bananas for Bananas
Papaya and banana smoothie blended with bran, almonds, Psyllium, ground flax seed, chia, green apple soy milk and ice. I’ve had a variation of this smoothie every morning for at least 25 years.
Bananas for Bananas
The ubiquitous banana is long and smooth and yellow—
subtly curving inward, its flavor round and mellow.
In the jungle you can find it in a monkey’s hand,
but when you find it in the market, Chiquita is its brand.
The denizen of smoothies , or dipped in chocolate,
with a banana in your mouth, you will not talk a lot.
You’ll chew and you will savor, perchance to moan and drool.
If you don’t like bananas, you’re a culinary fool.
You can find one that is yellow and pick it from the bunch,
add berries and papaya and savor it for lunch,
but a real banana purist just picks one out and peels it,
then gobbles it up fast before somebody steals it!
This is the state of my banana tree. About time to pick the bunch and hang it up to wait for them to finish ripening.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write about fruit.
Life Among the Ruins: FOTD, Apr 23, 2020
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With so many animals, not to mention workmen, things are bound to get broken, but I’ve found that in Mexico, if you wait long enough, there is bound to be life among the ruins.
For Cee’s Flower of the Dayprompt.
Meadowlark Diversion
Photo by Jeffrey Hamilton on Unsplash, used with permission.
Meadowlark Diversion
In the distance, to the right a bit, before the pathway’s crest,
I see a flash of yellow on a feathered breast.
I should not pause and linger here. I really shouldn’t stop.
I’m off to run an errand to the corner shop.
But that tiny glimpse of nature is so weleful to my eye
that I have to put off dinner and take a chance I’ll spy
a meadowlark or oriole if I stray off the path.
I’m willing to go hungry and to face my children’s wrath,
for other things go hungry. Eyes and hearts are meant to fill
as surely as our stomachs, and as I crest the hill,
my choice is vindicated as the lark begins to sing,
finishes its chorus, and swiftly takes to wing.
Prompts today are dinner, corner shop, weleful, distance and yellow. The prompt word “weleful” is obsolete, so you might not find it in the dictionary . It means giving rise to happiness or joy.
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Yoga and Chocolate Chip Cookies in a Time of Shelter in Place
Yoga and Chocolate Chip Cookies in a Time of Shelter in Place
I stands alone at stiff attention, cooking to release her tension.
S does curls to contradict her tendency toward getting thicker.
O shows effects of chocolate chips on her tummy and her hips.
L just sits there in her hut trying to compress her butt.
A Hands on knees, head on floor, “A” vows that she will binge no more.
T spreads her wings but cannot fly. “Eating in Place” the reason why.
I folds her wings tight by her side.
O eats more cookies, growing wide.
N sits on butt in yoga pose.
Each hand on floor behind her goes,
feet raised up, point to the sky,
resisting the effects of pie
on tummy, waist and hips and thigh.
For NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 23, the prompt was: “to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem.”
Contemplating the Letter “C”
The Letter “C”
Here’s to the letter “C” that marks what is in the middle.
Somewhere between “A” and “F,” it has been known to fiddle.
While “A” studies most diligently, “C” is bound to shirk.
It has a certain phobia regarding too much work.
It’s head and shoulders above “F” and far better than “D.”
Nobody ever flunked a course by maintaining a “C.”
And yet it calls no sound its own. It’s either “K” or “S.”
At birthday time, we’re given kake and winning brings suksess.
We’re stopped dead in our trases. When we’re kissed, it’s a karess.
Why “C” has no sound of its own, not one of us kan guess.
When the sirkus komes to town, it’s happened onse or twise
that the krokodiles eskape. It isn’t very nise.
Townfolks run and skurry—skared as they kan be,
for katastrophes kan happen when krokodiles run free.
It isn’t too konvenient, as you kan klearly see
to be a kurly letter the likes of letter “C”
that’s firmly in the middle, with no sound of its own.
Does “C” dream of being “S” when it’s fully grown?
For NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 23, the prompt was:
“to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem. ”
While I’m thinking of a new letter poem, I’m publishing this reblog of one I wrote that meets the prompt two years ago. As you ponder “C,” I’ll be Pondering the Possibilities of the Perfect other alPhabetic subject–maybe “P.”
