Tag Archives: #FOWC

Open Range

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Open Range

Most cowboys are beef-witted. They ride the open range
decrying life in cities, avoiding any change.

They scan the far horizon to detect changes in the weather—
rain or hail or funnel clouds and speculating whether

to move the herd to shelter, making noises that will soothe them,
wondering if moves down towards the south draw might behoove them.

Their horses part the tall grass like a boat might part the sea.
Their lives out in the open are kitchen and bathroom-free.

They cook over a campfire and when it’s time to pee,
they mosey over yonder where no one else can see.

Prompt words for today are: bathroom, speculating, beef-witted,  noises  and   boat,

 

I decry the usual definition of beef-witted and hereby expand its definition. I’m presently in South Dakota at my town and school reunion. Plenty of cowboys here and in fact I took this photo a number of years ago on main street  at another town reunion.

Nuptial Turnabout

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Nuptial Turnabout

The blushing bride’s the instigator of a lot of fun,
and she will have her victory before the day is done.

She’ll outfox her friends and kin with a turnabout,
completing her last antic as the wedding bells peal out.

Trust her to do her business as the  rice is thrown,
for in the deep folds of her dress, she has brought her own.

She’ll reach into her pockets to withdraw a sack
and as they they run through showers of rice, she’ll send a shower back!

Prompts for the day are: outfox, trust, business, bride and instigator. Image by Hermes  Rivera on Unsplash.

Mortality

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Mortality

Humidity turns toys to junk but makes the flowers grow.
Then they in turn must fade to be buried far below.
As we mature, this sobering truth comes to be clarified.
Our part in nature’s circle is therein bonafide.

 

Prompt words today are toys, junk, humidity, mature and clarify.

Easy Love Affair

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Easy Love Affair

When I’m atop my sweetheart, everything’s sublime.
My time with her is perfect every single time.

Once I had a sampling of everything she does,
no other loved one of her kind could satisfy because

I needn’t be too active, for she does all the work.
She is not loud or vulgar. She does not yank or jerk.

If you would like to see me put her through her courses,
come out to my stable, for there are lots more horses!!!

 

Prompt words today are  atop, sample, sweetheart, loud and active. Image is a detail from a photo by Sebastian Hermann on Unsplash.

Broadband Controversy

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Broadband Controversy

When he formed his “Broadband,” he wanted them all girly:
ruffles and boutique lace, and he wanted their hair curly.
But I fear that what he named them is a bit passé,
for no one ever calls a girl a “broad” today.

Still, he liked the name and said he would not cave
and make use of modern lingo, so the name he gave
remained in use as east and west they traveled on their tours.
Those shiny broads continued their bills and coos and purrs,

bravely enduring catcalls and pickets from their sisters
who proclaimed real women did not cave in to misters
who use insulting language like battle-ax, broad and bitch,
bimbo, bird and arm-candy, sheila, chick and witch.

An “all-girl” band’s acceptable, at least was in the past,
but women’s lib participants hope this band will not last.
Their music’s great and expressed according to their nature.
Too bad a guy decided on their clothes and nomenclature.

 

Prompts for today are shine, broadband, boutique, east and brave. Image by Zoriana Stakhniv on Unsplash.

Traviesa

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Traviesa

Zoe is a naughty imp, impetuous and furtive.
It does me not one bit of good to try to be assertive.
When I employ tactics in trying to curb her,
I admit it does nothing at all to disturb her.

Her larger brothers turn wild as well
to cope with this little sister from Hell.
When I try to train them with whistle or bribe,
it does nothing at all to curb my wild tribe.

In the end I give up and retreat to my room
leaving the floor mat, my plants and the broom
to be rendered asunder by one tiny pup
who’s developed a creed that she’ll never give up

until every tactic she knows is deployed
to insure every thing in her path is destroyed.
Then she’ll turn on her brothers ten times her size
and pester them ruthlessly with no reprise.

My head I shake slowly. My hands? I throw up,
hoping that one day she’ll surely grow up.
Then I’ll recount fondly when she was a pup!

On the other hand. . . .

Prompts for the day are imp, furtive, impetuous, employ and train whistle. (Traviesa means naughty in Spanish.)

There is a video to post with this but I’m running out of time. I’ll post it later…

Guess Who?

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Guess Who?

He deserves a place of residence
less lofty than the president’s.
I vote we lodge this evil clown
in a place of less renown.
Some hole with bars would suit him well.
No waver to escape this hell,
for there’s no cure medicinal
that his craziness can quell.

Prompt words today are: medicinal, waver, clown, presidential and hole. Image by Grant Durr on Unsplash.

A Canine Lover’s Creed

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A Canine Lover’s Creed

My love is ambidextrous, dispensed by either hand,
dished out in two varieties: dried kibble or in canned.
Bestowed in pats and scratchings on tummies or on ears,
never controversial and never in arrears.

I am love’s first ambassador, affection’s main dispenser.
No love is deeper, wider, or more heartfelt or denser.
Whether sleeping, eating, playing or in any other guise,
I admire thee from wagging tail to thy chalcedony eyes.

I promise to protect thee from draft or snow or rain,
to deliver thee from hunger, thirst, distress and pain.
I’ll be grateful acceptor of your leaps and licks and chewings,
of all your puppy excesses and your destructive doings.

All that I ask you in return is that you love me, too,
and express that love by going outside to pee and poo!!!!

Prompt words are chalcedony, ambidextrous, ambassador, draft and controversial.

2022
Then his shoe
Caught in the act
Distracting the Masseur
No respect for mone
Bye-bye Forgottenman’s childhood photo

Click on photos to enlarge.

Expired!!!!

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Forgottenman said I have to write a birthday poem, so here it is:


Expired

I will not curb my inhibitions, and so I will not sail
off on new adventures out beyond the pale.
That powerful compunction to be off on an adventure,
ever after, I declare to have my sincere censure.

Apathy is my new creed. I simply do not care
to meet with any challenges or answer any dare.
I’ll gaze upon my garden and watch its petals fall
and when faced with challenges? Reject them one and all.

I’ve officially retired. I’m taking up TV.
I’ll sit here eating popcorn, a cat upon my knee.
I’ll make up for a lifetime of my lack of viewing
and rail against what all the youngsters of today are doing.

I’m done with being active and current and involved.
I’ve lost my former need for being current and evolved.
Forget that I exist and let me moulder in my den.
I’m both used up and giving up on all that I have been.

Three-quarters of a century’s enough for being me.
Now I will investigate what else there is to be.
I’ll expire before the date that I am due for expiration,
and simply coast along for the rest of my duration.

(Don’t worry. It is meant tongue-in-cheek.)

Prompt words today are sail, apathy, powerful, suppress and petals.

Another Class Reunion

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Another Class Reunion

The housewife and her classmates have staged a small reunion
to munch and drink but mainly talk—an annual communion
wherein they build a campfire and the drunker that they get
the more that they tell stories they’re afraid that they’ll forget
if they don’t repeat them yearly, so they tell them to their spouses,
who, I must admit, wish they’d remained home in their houses.
Yet, most don’t blame their loved ones for their memories of the past,
although they know they’ll hear them for as long as memories last.
They are ambassadors of patience as they hear each tale again,
about the wild and zany things their spouse did way back when. 

 

I’ll be going back to my class reunion/ town reunion in less than two weeks, but alas, with no spouse in tow. Stretching the truth a bit above. They only occur every 5 years and actually not that much drinking goes on. Poetic license, you know. The photos are, however, from  my town and class reunions of the past.

 

Prompts today are: classmates, housewife, munch, ambassador, blame and campfire.