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“Mugfin and Coffee” for SOCS, Oct 25, 2024

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Mugfin and Coffee for SOCS “Mug” Prompt, Oct 25, 2024

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I ran a sharp knife around the side of the mug, so I actually didn’t have too much trouble getting my microwave muffin out of its mug, although the bottom 1/4 inch stuck and had to be removed with a spoon. The next time, I’ll oil the bottom of the cup a bit. The muffin isn’t bad and actually isn’t that sweet. I think a lot of the powdered sugar fizzed off onto the bottom of the oven during those initial 12 minutes of time spent in the oven. Once I put them in the microwave, they rose fine, although the mugfin is a bit heavy.

If you don’t know what in the heck I’m talking about, go HERE for an explanation.

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I then decided to take a slice of the mugfin and add some of the bran concoction I made last night. It was very sweet and I think I prefer the muffin just by itself. I think the bran/banana/sugar concoction would be good on a blander white poundcake or shortbread cookie–or perhaps toast.

Okay.. I promise. No more banana bread/mugfin posts.

For SOCS

“Knackless,” for SOCS Oct 19, 2024

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Knackless

Whether you have talent is a subject that is moot.
So far you’ve written nothing that has won you much repute.
All the latent talent that you’ve meant to expose
has turned out to be nothing  but the emperor’s new clothes.

Your instruction manuals have ended up intractable,
and all the plays you’ve written have ended up unactable.
All your readers joke that instead of a word user
you’ve proven repeatedly that you’re a word abuser.

 

The SOCS prompt is “Starts with Kn”

“Hairclip” for SOCS, Oct 11, 2024

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Hairclip

He rolls over,
pinning her
by her long hair.
He sleeps on it.
She draws his dreams
through its long shafts,
works out his days
into her web.
Her hair,
black raven coal
falling down the chute
between his hands.
Her hair
to be pulled down.
Her hair
his fist
coiled
in each other.
Her hair
his mouth
the cave
a feast of hair.
Her hair side-winding on the ground.
Passion.
Her hair whips
his face until he weaves
a bridge of it
to cross the high crevasse.
Her hair
drying
with a baby
swinging from it.
Her hair woven
into bags and harnesses,
yet when a strand slips from behind her ear,
it makes necessary:
fire, bronze, iron, steel, rubber, factories, the assembly line
just to invent
the
hairclip.

For Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “clip”

Dove of Peace for SOCS

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Dove of Peace

To sort out the truth from the snarl of worldly acts—
to distill all that we’ve heard into proven facts
is often impossible. How can we bear the truthfulness
of acts which all too often are heartbreaking  in their ruthfulness?
How can we search for truth in what we cannot bear to ponder?
See the blood upon the hands they’ve taken care to launder?
Oh world, I do not want to hold thee close enough.
To do so is too painful, too exceptionally rough.
I cannot take your violence, your heedlessness and gall.
I do not see your fairness or your mercy, over all.
If only of our warring thoughts, we could select the fonder
and find a happier world out there–waiting over yonder.
Many seek this place but we do not know how to find it.
The kernel of the truth’s in all, but how are we to grind it?
In determining the answer, we all must share a part,
and the place where we might find it best is deep within the heart.

 

 

For SOCS the prompt is peace/piece

Lunch Date For SOCS, “Phone” Sept. 14, 2024

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Lunch Date

One thing I like, I need to mention,
is old-fashioned rapt attention.
The kind with no device in hand
is the kind that I can stand

better than the sort with texting––
minds caught in “before” and “next”ing
and not a thought for whom you’re with
until I’m sure that it’s a myth

that I’m the one you want to see,
even though you have invited me.
For though our table is for two,
you bring so many more with you–

every relative and friend.
Your texts to them just never end.
Our tete a tete‘s become absurd.
I never get to speak a word!

So there’s one thing I’d like to state.
Please cancel our next luncheon date.
The next time you desire a munch,
just take your iPhone out to lunch!

 

For SOCS: Phone

“Cleanliness is. …” SoCS for Sept 7, 2024

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. . . Next to Godliness

Tuck in all the corners,
fold in all the sides.
Squared-off bundles are all that
our tidy world abides.

Snipped off little endings
must be swept up with a broom.
You must remove all evidence
of trimmings in your room.

The Doomsday Clock is ticking
and before it tolls our ending,
please clean up all your messes
that you have left pending.

You don’t want to leave evidence
that you were less than tidy
when the time comes that you must
meet with the Almighty!!!

 

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tack/tech/tick/tock/tuck.’” Use one or use ’em all for the bonus points. Enjoy!

First Love and the School Reunion, For SOCS, Aug 31, 2024

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First Love and the School Reunion

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Then and Now

First Love

Zing! went our heartstrings. Zang! went our souls.
Eyes filled with wonder, hearts cupped like bowls
ready to fill  with passion and love.
Putting each other on like a glove.

First kisses miracles we’d never known.
No longer single all on our own.
Someone to cuddle, someone to spoon.
Hand holds and lip locks over too soon.

Misunderstandings, squabbles and fights.
Heartbreak and lonely Saturday nights.
Then a new glance from cars “U”ing  main.
Flirting and wooing all over again.

More hugs and kisses parked on a hill.
How to forget them? We never will.
At school reunions, we relive those lives,
husbands beside us, or boyfriends or wives.

Talking of other things: study halls, games,
but always remembering carving those names
in desktops and memory—first loves forever—
tendrils that bind us that we cannot sever.

We’ll soar ahead to the rest of our lives,
collecting new memories—bees in our hives.
But no honey finer than that we made first.
No sweeter lips and no stronger thirst.

Stored in our hearts, remembered but hidden,
hoarded like treasures sealed in a midden,
our lives are made richer by both now and then.
Past memories opening over again

spill out old secrets, then seal them away
to be unwrapped on some future day
when old schoolmates meet for two days’ reminiscing
of school pranks and ballgames and homework. And kissing.

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The SOCS prompt for Aug 31, 2024 is “School.” This is a reblog of a poem written in 2016.

“Happy Things” for SOCS, Aug 23, 2024

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Since the prompt today is “hap,” I am rerunning a blog from eight years ago on the subject of happiness. Sadly, all of the people except for one in the fifth photo have since passed away, as have two of the sweet dogs in the sixth photo. It is a reminder to gather our happiness while we may!!!

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Working in my art studio makes me happy, although I haven’t done so for almost a year.  I wonder why?  Too caught up in blogging, I fear.  I need to consider that question in the upcoming months.
IMG_5344 copyWhat I make in my studio.  “Juguetes.”
DSC05397Trees make me happy.  Especially palm trees that provide shade but don’t block the view!!!  And create a beautiful view all their own.

DSCN2469I love entertaining friends and family at my house.DSC05291(Including those who won’t let me take their pictures as well as those who do.)

IMG_3969 (1)Friends who are there to greet me every time I come home.
DSC08846And their friends, as well.
IMG_3606And, of course, blogging makes me very happy, so if you are reading this right now, you are one of the things that makes me happy, too!

For SOCS: Hap,

Mismatched for SOCS

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Mismatched 

When a certain fella has had a drink
or two or three, he’s bound to wink
at the little lady dressed in pink.
Her drink’s cubes give a subtle clink
as she decides what she might think.
Is he a stud or just a fink?
His clothes are sort of rinky-dink,
yet her long lashes, swathed in ink,
flutter in a come-on blink.
One fingernail is seen to sink
into her glass. He’s at the brink
of coming over to seal the link.
She checks her breath.  It doesn’t stink.
She reaches down and dons her mink.
But then he stops and seems to shrink.
In this sure deal there seems a chink.
It’s clear that when she deigned to flirt,
she missed the writing on his shirt.
This is the message that went unread:
“Be kind to animals,” it said.

The SOCS prompt is shirt. Image by Marco Lastella

“Directionless” for SOCS, Aug 10, 2024

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Directionless

I’m shipping out for northern climes, not knowing what to pack.
Am I leaving here for good or am I coming back?
One thing pulls me northwards and another bids me stay.
I really do not know what I desire from day to day.
Some call me indecisive while others call me weak
just because I do not know what it is I seek.
I need someone to point me in the right direction
since I seem unable to make my own selection.

 

For Stream Of Consciousness Saturday: Ship