OH fuddle muddle
I’m in trouble
I should sciddle scaddle scuttle
The doohickey, the gobbley gook
Have taken me out for a loopy-de-loop
Ya think you know what I’m talking about
But you are stuck on a round-a-bout
Going round,
going round,
going round…..
44 words of pure nonsense. The word ” muddle” made me silly. You can join in with De’s favourite prompt over at d’verse and feel free to be more serious!
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Egg me on
Come on
Tap me twice and
I’ll break for you
Find the faults that you’ve
Held me to
Watch the way that
I spill for you
Poke my yolk
Make me run
Scramble my thoughts
It’s still
All over your face
A quadrille is 44 words, excluding the title. This week you must include the word “egg”.
Kim is our host. It’s all happening over at dVerse Poets Pub!
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Strangest day it was
The past peepin’ roun’ corners
Portals open saysme
Or not… maybe
Do I ever close ’em
Let shadows lurketh
And biggest bizarrest day
Past peepin’roun corners
I n’me up
Making my head messin’
Me guessin’ whatsup
Somethin just not right
Wait! Lemme ‘splain it. It’s the most terriblest, worstest grammar ever!
That is the idea over at dVerse Poets Pub for this week’s Poetics.
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Nothing more
Man in the moon malarkey
Stirring my drizzle of doubt
With a spoon
Logic, integrity lost
On some cat with a fiddle
Spewing his spittle of words
That I have heard before
Is there more?
I think I might have a cow
Join us at dVerse today for the fan favourite of 44 words and what we love to call the “quadrille”. As your host, I am asking you to include the word drizzle or derivative of. I have no idea what came over me to write this…except too many years of singing preschool rhymes.
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From your lips
Word balloons drift
A speech bubble blitz
Of braggadocio
Oh Pinocchio
Clouds do not part
For your presence
You are marshmallowed
Hollowed
A fairy tale twaddle
Floating on folly
And horse feathers
Oh Romeo
Thy swelled head
Will soften your landing
For De’s quadrille prompt over at dVerse.
Write a 44 word poem including the word “balloon”.
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I held you up
I let you paint me
In the latest trends
Layer upon layer
Of boredom and
Mid-life madness
I hated periwinkle by the way
Then you had the gall
To nail me!
Fancy little treasures
All in a row…oh
I sheltered you
From the storms but
You just made your own
Then what do ya’ know?
You… kicked…me!
I didn’t like that
But I think it hurt you more
At dVerse Poets Pub we are giving walls a voice.
You can join in too!
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A writer, cartoonist from Massachusetts
He wrote about cats and red fish, blue fish
His Pop had dreams of him being a doctor
But he dreamed of “loraxes”, giggles and laughter
He had bunches of hunches, he thought and he thunk
Ate green eggs for breakfast and some other junk
The “sneetches” of Google, Wikipedia.org
Say his goal was to make literacy never a bore!
Gayle has introduced us to a “clerihew” which uses couplets and humour to present a biographical topic. She explains it much better than I can, so head on over to dVerse. I may have broken a rule by not mentioning the late Theodore Seuss Geisel or as we fondly know him, Dr. Seuss.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Seuss
I was jarred
Plucked in my prime
Scrubbed and rinsed
Chopped and minced
No mercy!
You threw me to the brine
I was so jarred
By your salty ways
I could not process
Lost all that is tang-able
As you relished in
My demise
A bit of a cheesy quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.
Stop by and join in the fun with 44 words.
I am sitting in the dining car of a train…or am I floating on the lake?
Either way it was magical.
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These handsome little puffers were part of a display of blowfish at a museum in southwestern Ontario. With all their grins and googly eyes, I just couldn’t resist sharing.
Let’s throw our hearts in the ring
Because I am standing here at the
End of my pedestal
While you put your crocodile tears
All in one basket
Save some for a crazy day
Sprinkle them into the kool-aid
You so politely asked me to drink
As I choke down my last high horse
Let’s circle back
Nip this bad apple in a nutshell
Cold shoulders are pieces of cake
We can wear spices of life on our sleeves
Build more walls to write on
There are too many elephants
And not enough rooms
We are using, abusing and recycling cliche metaphors, idioms and corporate jargon over at dVerse. I interpreted Bjorn’s challenge of “cathachresis” a little differently and kept this simple and light.
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At a nearby conservation area in Southwestern Ontario, hundreds of geese take up residence and this time of year, it can be quite a spectacle. These two honkers couldn’t seem to move fast enough as they chased others across the pond. Click to enlarge.
Be sure to check out more of life in motion at The Daily Post.
I had to respond again to the Weekly Photo Challenge!
These photos have been waiting for the perfect opportunity to present themselves.
Introducing…some odd, some quirky, some downright smirky…SIGNS!!
Thank you for your gifts
Your shenanigans, charades
The epitome of a smile
Bigger than anyone’s
A brilliant mind
You so generously shared
With boundless energy
To make one thing happen
Laughter
We’re not laughing now
Conceiving your pain
Repeating your name
Retracing your fame
Brilliant minds are not safe
From the storm
Or the rain
We will take this joy
You so kindly gave us
Carry gently, your heart
And dance
In the sparkles of your eyes
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“But only in their dreams can men be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.”
~Robin Williams as John Keaton- ‘Dead Poets Society’~
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It might be sweet
Or perhaps pernicious
Depending on your mood
Or which persona you choose
To serve up on this plate
One cup of conviction,
Don’t shake it
To half a cup of real
Don’t fake it
Pour into glass bowl
Combine with relevant stories
Or substitute with an allegory
More easily digested
Season with pure grit
And some hot sauce
If you “put that shit
On everything”
Marinate your words
With a little savoir faire
Then let them spill
Clarify and separate yourself
From any shadows of doubt
Before stirring it up
You can add an epochal moment
If you really knead it
Don’t mix in any anger
It will curdle your cause
Sometimes warmth is required
For rants to rise properly
Serve with a side of sassiness
Anthony Desmond at dVerse Poet’s Pub really had us firing up the neurons for this one. He chose a list of twelve random words, challenging us to use at least five of them in a poem. I used eight ( pernicious, persona, plate, glass, allegory, shadow, epochal, warmth).
21. “Give me ten crying babies…please….but don’t ask me to do a jigsaw puzzle, or any other tedious task requiring patience and hand eye coordination. I will probably throw it at you.”
I work with babies.
I work with babies all day.
I work with babies all day, five days a week.
Do I have your attention?
Diapers, rocking chairs, plugs from heaven, pacifiers, air-borne food, catnaps, fevers…I’ve only just begun.
BUT…or shall I say BUTT…
I love it.
Babies are the epitome of life. Think about it.
YOUTH. INNOCENCE. ENERGY. OPEN MINDS…little blank slates ready to absorb the world around them.
It’s a beautiful thing.
Despite the necessary acrobatic skills required to care for six infants at the same time (with one co-worker), I feel I am blessed every day to have the opportunity to nurture, educate and care for these bundles of wonder. Yes, I said educate.
The screaming crying does not bother me.
Do you know what agitates me?
Threading a needle, figuring out the “features” on my car stereo, untangling Christmas lights or…
Trying to text more than two words on my cell phone without back spacing.
Meet “Anne”, a sculpture by Leo Mol.
We met her on a visit to Sculpture Park in Windsor, Ontario near the Ambassador Bridge to Detroit.
I don’t think she was expecting this fellow to use her head as a look out.
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I have never been afraid of flying thousands of feet above the earth in an aircraft of any kind. I am not afraid of heights. I do not carefully check out the passengers for potential terrorists. It doesn’t cross my mind that we may hit a large bird in mid flight and spiral nose first into the ground. Nah.
I am claustrophobic. The worst part for me is when we are boarding and I am waiting patiently anxiously for the plane to move. It hits me again after we have landed and the plane is taxiing on the runway.This phobia has been real for as long as I can remember but has only intensified in the last couple years.
My doctor suggested lorazepam. She said it was a great medication for this particular issue. When I hesitated, she reminded me that the one place I would not want to have a full out panic attack would be on a flight. I had to agree since I have already had visions of myself hyperventilating, rushing to the nearest exit door and hurling it into the sky, only to stick my head out for air. Needless to say, the rest of the passengers would soon follow me out with a massive vacuum like force. That would be visual number one. Number two would involve security, possibly some duct tape and a detour landing somewhere like Wichita, Kansas.
So I said yes to lorazepam, the lesser evil.
During my lifetime, I have never required any type of major medication. I was very skeptical, not wanting to use anything that was mind altering on my highly valued coconut for fear it would shred it into pieces. Besides the possible side effects, my main concern was that it was going to manipulate the “me” of who I am, if that makes any sense. If it takes away my fear of being in a confined place, then it is changing my mind. It is convincing me somehow that what I feel is not real. Now, that is a trip and the only trip I wanted to take was to Albuquerque, New Mexico.
As I waited by Gate A25 to board, I meticulously timed the taking of my magic pill so that it’s full effects would be in action before I stepped foot into that skinny “tube”. I was leery to take the whole pill, so I broke it in half.(I am the type of person that feels stoned the next morning after taking cough syrup.) Boarding the plane about a half hour later seemed easier than normal. Hmmm….I didn’t feel the grip of doom suffocating me as I entered the capsule. I took my seat by the window. Yes I know, you would think that I would want an aisle seat. ‘Claustrophobics’ want the aisle seats. Not me. If I am near a window, I can imagine myself OUTSIDE. Outside is good. That is where you want to be when you feel closed in. Makes sense, right?
After getting situated, seat belt on, electronic devices turned off, purse under the seat, etc. , I looked out my beloved window. Then I looked around the airplane. By now, the lovely lorazepam must have been working because my brain seemed to have another entity.
The conversation in my head went something like this….
I should be panicking right now.
You are not panicked.
But that is how I am supposed to feel. I don’t like being in small spaces. I hate airplanes.
That’s some cool information, dude, but sorry…..not feeling it.
But who are you to tell me that I am not afraid. I’m supposed to hate this.
I am your lorazepam brain. I rule at this moment.
I feel controlled by you.
You are.
I hate you.
No you don’t. You just think you do. Relax.
Ok, then I am going to pretend like you’re not here and I never was claustrophobic…and
…and
…oh wow….look at those clouds.
Thank you, Lorazepam.
mishunderstood 