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“Diet”ribe

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“Diet”ribe

I have given up on oatmeal, overdosed on kale.
All these faddish food taboos have gone beyond the pale.
I do not count my calories, my glutens or my carbs.
The benefits for doing so are outweighed by the barbs.
I’m not turned on by Atkins. I can’t abide a fast.
I tried microbiotic, but the microbes didn’t last.

It’s become an epic battle when the girls go out to brunch.
It’s easier brokering world peace that where to go for lunch.
Before we take a mouthful, we must peruse all the ads
and compare what’s on the menu to the latest diet fads.
Then, once we find the perfect place and make the reservation,
Serafina calls me up to share her trepidation.

She’s started a new diet––something fabulously new––
and much as she hates to stir the pot, this restaurant won’t do.
We can’t go out for hamburgers. Laura’s a vegetarian.
She can’t abide the scent of flesh. She finds it most barbarian.
Of course, she will eat foodstuffs that are certified agrarian,
but salad’sout because my other friend is a fruitarian.

I asked them all to my house, bought exotic fruits and plums,
thinking a fruity salad would offend the fewest gums;
but a new friend cannot eat raw fruit. She finds it unhygienic,
and my artist friend will not eat foods she finds unphotogenic.
She balked at the rambutan and when she tried to swallow it,
choked and had to chug down a carafe of wine to follow it.

Molly is insisting on a diet ketogenic,
while Lucy won’t eat any vegetation that is scenic.
We’re reduced to no more dining out. Potlucks will have to do
with every guest providing whatever they can chew.
Me? I’ll bring a pizza. Pepperoni. Extra cheese.
And everyone can envy me as they eat what they please!

 

For dVerse Poets Open Link Night#204

I Hear the Distant Music

 

I Hear the Distant Music

The midnight bells toll languidly—their sequence slightly varied
to tell the stories of the hours—or those soon to be buried.
Behind them swells the music of a local band.
On the platform in the plaza, for hours more they’ll stand
pumping out their music to the crowds who gather there.
After their days of heavy labor, these hours are without care.

The oom pah pah of distant music stirs my curtains like the wind—
the notes, first stiffly marching, change their minds to dip and bend.
The banda tunes a bit off-key, loud in their origin,
by the time they lift to me are strained out soft and thin.
Living miles above the town, I’m spared soreness of ears
as from assonant cacophony, the music shifts its gears.

What I hear is joyfulness far into the night.
The music meant to call to action releases its bite
and becomes a happy background as I slip into dreams.
Others have not given up on the day it seems.
Behind my lids I see them–lovers in their clenches,
grandmothers slowly nodding as they watch them from the benches.

It may be that daylight hours are for labor and for strife,
but far into the the morning hours, the village lives its life
in the night-shadowed plaza, far below where I
shift upon my pillow, content to simply lie
listening to the village—all the stories that it tells.
The laughter and the music and the tolling of the bells.

(In Mexico, church bells are a sort of village clock.  They toll the hour, half-hour and quarter-hour, but also announce church services and deaths.)

Today’s word was “distant.”

The Music of Water: The Siberian Ice Orchestra

 If you haven’t heard it before, and if you love music and percussion, this is a must-see:

 

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The world’s purest ice! Efim Viktorov, 21, filmed during group’s ice gig. Picture: Etnobit group

http://siberiantimes.com/culture/music/features/the-amazing-siberian-ice-orchestra-playing-on-the-worlds-deepest-lake/

Things are looking up in La Manzanilla!

To see the enlarged photos and read the captions, click on the first photo.

https://ceenphotography.com/2017/02/28/cees-fun-foto-challenge-looking-up-at-things/

Palm Fruiting Stem 2: Flower of the Day, Feb 23, 2017

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Here the fruit is a bit more developed than in the photos from yesterday.  I think they look like fishing bobbers or bowling pins.

https://ceenphotography.com/2017/02/22/flower-of-the-day-february-23-2017-dahlia/

 

 

Candelaria and Rodeo: Cee’s Black and White Challenge––Music

Candelaria and Rodeo

The wild parade with band that marks the opening of rodeo week was supposed to start at seven but finally passed at 9:30.  It was no problem at all as we were at Lora Loka’s listening to these three fabulous musicians/singers.  Tamales, chile, sopes, pozole and atole plus excellent company.  Ahhhhhh.  Mexico is one big celebration.  Parties or free dinners sponsored by different politicians, the ejido or private individuals every day and/or night.  Guess this isn’t the week I’ll get caught up on my sleep.

Click on first photo to enlarge all.

https://ceenphotography.com/2017/02/02/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-music/