Weaned off Green
Green with envy, soylent green.
Green’s a color I find mean.
When mold takes over a machine,
you can bet that it is green.
Green clogs up locks and fouls my nose.
Leaves a nostril when it blows.
Green is such a rank beginner
that it cannot be a winner.
Green is nasty. Green takes hold.
The color of algae and mold.
It invades when you’re not looking.
Raids the fridge to ruin your cooking.
With other colors you can be friends,
from the beginning, or make amends.
But green is stubborn, nasty, greedy.
If green had eyes, they would be beady.
So if you’re looking for a hue
that will be good friends with you.
Pick yellow or aquamarine.
But I’d advise you don’t pick green!
Thanks to Lynda Early for the prompt of “green” given to me in our writer’s group for our 20 minute writing. I seem to no longer be able to write without a prompt.
For Jennifer’s Color Your World Challenge, Mar 4, 2018
Lest the Love Affair End Too Soon
He’s so suave, my boyfriend Jesse—
trimmed and polished and so dressy—
that no one would ever guess he
lives in rooms so doggone messy.
Ties draped over backs of chairs,
spare shoes tumbling down the stairs,
underwear in places where
you wouldn’t think to find a pair
of crumpled socks or BVDs.
Things piled wherever he might please.
Pizza boxes you’re sure to see
on the divan or Smart TV.
Pockets emptied where he wishes—
piles of coins in dirty dishes.
He’s smooth and debonair, for sure.
I cannot question his allure.
Ladies fawn on him, and flirts
flutter eyelids, swish their skirts.
He’s charming and I don’t dispute
that he is terminally cute.
All those praises, I’d repeat,
but I would never say he’s neat!!!
So if you must, if you’ve the whim,
make a pass. Make off with him.
Hold hands in front of movie screens,
make love in cabs or limousines.
Meet him any place he chooses—
ski weekends, romantic cruises.
Go to Vail, Paris or Rome.
Just don’t let him take you home!
The prompt today is messy.
To Whom It May Concern:
My carry-on’s too heavy to lift above my seat,
so I had to put it under, now there’s no room for my feet.
I request some water (though I’ve been twice rebuffed,)
to take an antihistamine, for my eyes are puffed
from the perfume of my seatmate, which also made me cough.
So I’m already hurting long before lift off.
I’ve squeeze marks from the narrow seats, I’m shivering from the draft,
and when this ride is over, I must board another craft!
Two hours later, two states up, I face another battle
trying to find a decent airport meal here in Seattle.
On my muffuletta sandwich (priced $15.93),
I look in vain for olives, which there don’t seem to be.
My Tim’s potato chips are stale, the sodas are all flat.
The Wifi that they advertise does not know where I’m at.
Air travel’s an adventure but not the one I sought.
I forget this lesson once again, refusing to be taught.
One hour left ‘til I lift off to wing my way on east,
I buy a drink and steel myself to board your winged beast.
I hope this time my seatmate fits in her own seat
so I don’t have to deal again with the impossible feat
of leaning out into the aisle, avoiding every ass
of passengers and stewards that brush me as they pass.
I bitch, I whine, I grouse, I cry, complain and moan and sigh.
‘Til by now I’m sure you wonder why I even fly.
I must admit I’ve asked myself the same as I’ve been talking.
The only reason I have found is that it sure beats walking.
For dVerse Poets prompt: Write a poem in the form of a letter.
The questions below were asked by Cee on her Share Your World blog prompt:
How do you like your eggs? Egg salad made with mayo, mustard, celery, onions, celery seed and sweet pickles. Even better with grated carrots and mild cheddar cheese on whole wheat bread.
Have you ever met anyone famous? Bob Hope, John Wayne, Barbara Kingsolver, Alice Walker, Carolyn Forche, Dom Deluis, Jackie Gleason, Jack Anderson, Ray Bradbury, Macdonald Carey.
What was the first thing you bought with your own money? A savings bond. I was a thrifty little girl. When I was five and six, my 11-year-older sister used to raid my piggy bank and when I’d object, say, “Judy, it’s all coming from the same place! ” (She meant that Dad gave us both an allowance.) I remember saying, “Yeah, and it’s all going to the same place, too—to you!” It seemed important to safeguard my money. A $25 savings bond cost $18.50 as I recall and in ten years made $6.50 in interest. A better investment than losing it to my sister!
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? I loved working with Christine, Fred and Emily—the wonderful musicians and singers who set my rhymed children’s books to music. We have 6 tracks of the first (Sunup Sundown Song) on garage band. I wrote the lyrics, Christine the music. Christine did guitar and lead vocals, Emily did backup vocals and fiddle, Fred did uke and percussion. So fun. Hope to have it available soon. The book is all set up on Amazon and being formatted for Kindle. I need to decide how to distribute the song that goes with it. Any ideas?
To see photos full size and to read captions, click on first photo and right hand arrows.
For Cee’s Share Your World prompt.
jdbphotos 2018 Click any photo to enlarge all.
I never tire of watching these magnificent frigate birds.
For WordPress, Out of This World and
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Wildlife
jdb photos, 2018. To enlarge all photos, click on any one.
The prompt today is above.
Restart
Every tortured ending, every tearful parting
may simply be the means to another soul’s restarting.
Freshening up our memory, clearing off the clutter.
Making our way simpler, like a warm knife cutting butter.
Why do we fuss and bother? Why do we tear our hair
when we’re suddenly a single after being a pair?
Another game has started—to find each other again
in another life or this one. How can we know when?
Life is an adventure, a continual seeking
full of little wrinkles in need of constant tweaking.
We’re blind to the whole of it, but often get a peek
to help us find the goal that we are meant to seek.
We are the markers in a game whose players we don’t know—
impetuously wishing the game were not so slow.
We want to know our endings and what we will be getting
when in truth each ending will just be a resetting.
The prompt today is restart.
I love how all the stages of growth are shown in this “found” still life: seed, spike, flower.
jdb photo 2018 frangipani/plumeria
