For Cee’s FOTD
Late Starter
He called his dad a troglodyte, his sisters, basket cases,
although he was not brash enough to do so to their faces.
He felt himself the underdog—blamed for everything.
He felt his wings were clipped, although he dreamed of taking wing.
Someday he would spring the trap and he would show them all.
But until that day, he’d simply hang out at the mall,
checking out the chicks and panhandling when he could.
He knew he could do great things and some day he would,
but no one gave him chances. The Mexicans and Arabs
with their Virgin Marias and their half-moons and their scarabs
were taking all his jobs away. He didn’t even try.
Why should a decent white guy bother to apply?
How dare his dad declare that he has nothing on the ball?
He is kept plenty busy holding up this wall.
When the other wall is built, his life will come together.
He’ll get some fancy job and break the family tether.
Get a real cool crash pad and party with his friends.
He’ll make some just as soon as this foreign invasion ends.
Time enough for school once Trump takes out the trash.
Then he’ll ace his classes and rake in the cash.
He’ll show every idiot who claims he is a bum
that he is the genius. He’ll show them who is dumb!
Those guys who hang out at the mall in every sort of weather?
If we could read their thoughts, they just might be birds of a feather.
Prompt words for the day are troglodyte, brash, underdog, spring. Mall photo by Neel Tailor, used with permission. Other photos by Judy D-B.
Unmirrored Insight
I spy, climbing high,
green like me, under the sky.
When I’m inside it, I wonder why
I no longer greet the eye
of every creature passing by.
For this “I Spy” Photo promp: https://patriciasplace.me/2019/09/11/in-other-words-spy/
So that’s how they do that!!
The Fix
They say it was just happenstance that they ever met—
she a wealthy spinster, he of the lower set.
He liked his women spicy. She was a basket case.
She, aloof and cloistered, considered workmen base.
She had notified the landlord of a problem with her plumbing.
For at least a week, he promised that someone was coming,
so by the time the plumber finally came to fix her pipes,
she was apoplectic—chock full of niggling gripes.
Any other normal man would have been offended
when she hovered and she chattered as he soldered, wrenched and mended,
but he had an even temperament, so he maintained his cool
as she niggled over every move and questioned every tool.
Finally, as she hovered, questioning that and this,
he simply rose and drew her into a passioned kiss
that stifled all her sputterings
and muffled all her mutterings,
until she ceased her protests, surrendered to the fun
and repaid him all his kisses, returning one for one.
It was a simple wedding with little pomp or strife.
And that is how the lady found someone to fix her life.
Prompt words for the day are happenstance, aloof, spicy, notify and basket.
Click on any photo to enlarge all.
For: https://travelsandtrifles.wordpress.com/2019/09/07/lens-artists-challenge-62-silhouettes/
Yesterday I went down to the garden and there were two perfect blooms on my new white hibiscus bush. Today I went down to photograph them, and they were gone–lying on the ground, tightly wrapped in their burial shrouds. On my way back up to the house, however, I saw this bud which tomorrow will be in full bloom. The world keeps refurbishing itself.
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