Monday, 18 March 2019

Poetry Monday: Blessings

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is . . . blessings.

Join Delores and me as we count ours. Or do something else poetic with them. One never knows what words will come from one's head until they're on the screen, I find . . .

You can leave a poem in the comments on either of our blogs, or post on your own blog. If you do the latter, please leave a comment so we know where to find you.

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I was stymied by this week's topic up until the last minute -- again -- but then, as I thought about it in terms of what I wish for other people (rather than what I have myself), it fell into place. The wishes are loosely based on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, which you can read more about here if you are interested.  The sad thing is that so many people around the world, and close to home, do not have even the most basic of their needs fulfilled.



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Blessings

May you have clean water to drink
And enough food to eat

May you have safety from harm
And a roof to shelter you from weather

May you have good health, and if you do not
Then may you have courage to keep on

May you have people to love, and people who love you
(Both fur-less and furry kinds, as you prefer)

May you have work that is meaningful to you
And beauty in your life
And may you become all that you are capable of being

May someone remember you with fondness
When you are gone






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Next week's mission topic, should you choose to accept it, is . . . MONKEYS . . .


In the meantime, I hope the world treats you well.







Monday, 11 March 2019

Poetry Monday: Music

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is MUSIC.

Why don't you join Delores and me in writing our thoughts on this wide-open topic? You can leave your poem in the comments on either of our blogs, or if you prefer to post on your own blog, please leave a comment to let us know where to find you.

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Well, well, well.

You'd think if a person suggests a topic for a writing challenge, that person would have an inkling of what they wanted to write about, wouldn't you?

I thought music would be an easy thing to put into poetry -- after all, music basically IS poetry -- but guess what?

I got well and truly immersed in my own musical memories but couldn't write a single line about them. Not a rhyme. Not a coherent thought.

It wasn't until I gave up completely that my poetry muse showed up again.


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A Confession

Oh I must have been myopic
To pick music for a topic
I thought things would be just fine
And I'd find the words to shine

Lots of false starts to my name
No one else but me to blame
I cry "Uncle" and submit
I give up, my friends - I quit

Apologies - I've many
To readers of me, Jenny
And to my friend Delores . . .
. . . Next week's topic's yours

(Sorry, Delores!)


photo: icanhascheezburger.com



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Delores has given us the topic for next week:  BLESSINGS . . .



Wishing you all a good week :)



Friday, 8 March 2019

My Banana Buddy

I found this on my banana last week.

I took it as a message from the universe :)







Has your food ever spoken to you?

Monday, 4 March 2019

Poetry Monday: Distance

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is DISTANCE. Thank you, Delores, for a thought-provoking (and teeth-gnashing) topic! ha ha

Join us as we get out our binoculars and zoom in on this topic. You can leave a poem in the comments on either of our blogs, or if you prefer to post on your own blog, please leave a comment to help us find you.

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I was really struggling with this week's topic until I happened to go out shopping for a short time on Sunday. I was enjoying my little shopping trip, and was waiting to pay for my purchases when this happened . . .



To The Person In The Store Lineup Today

Your voice was loud and rough
As you called the cashier stupid and blind
And said he should wear the flowery dress he went off to price for a customer

Since that customer was not you
You were enraged by the wait
Sputtering what you thought were well-deserved and clever insults
But they were neither
They were the words of a sour, self-centred person

No one wanted to challenge you
In case we became the next target
And we all carefully kept our distance




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Sometimes I write serious stuff. 

I actually debated about using this incident or even mentioning it, given that writing about it causes me to remember it more clearly and records it for far longer than it would survive just in my brain.

But I decided to use it because I was desperate. 

Suffering for my art . . . ha ha



To wash away the bad taste in my (and maybe your) mouth, let's have some funnies:

 































And that's a wrap for today.

Next week, we'll talk about . . . MUSIC . . . 

Have a good week, and thanks for reading!







Monday, 25 February 2019

Poetry Monday: Hair

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is "hair". 

Join Delores and me as we comb through our minds, brush up on our skills, and present our "hair" poems for the world's enjoyment :)

If you'd like, you can leave a poem in the comments on either of our blogs, or post on your own blog and leave us a note in the comments so we can find  you.

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There's so much can be said about hair.

And a lot of it has already been said in the title song from the musical Hair (which then became a huge hit for  The Cowsills):

". . . long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy
Ratty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming
Streaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied . . ."

So what is there possibly left to say about hair?

I've written before about my own hair and my struggle to find a hairstylist who can cut it to my liking. Those posts are here and here.

Things have improved somewhat on the haircut front, and I hate to rock the boat for fear of making them worse again, so I'm pretty much just getting the same cut over and over, and trying to be thankful I have hair at all, because I don't have the face to successfully shave my head. Also, I am very, very grateful that my life is so easy that a haircut is the hardest choice I have to make.

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Half-Resigned To My Awful Fate

Do I care
If my hair
Is not quite
What I like?

Yes I do
And I rue
When my cuts
Drive me nuts

Do I swear
Do I glare
Do I flare
Oh BEWARE

. . . Ah, but still
It's a thrill
That my hair
Is still there . . .


But Lizzie, too, is trying to be a big girl about it.



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Over to you, Delores, for a new topic, which I will post when it has been finalized.

Wishing you a good week, everyone.


Update:  Next week's topic is DISTANCE . . . thank you Delores :)