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Author: nananoyz
I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.
In Case You Forget
Yellow winged fairy
perched gently on buttercups
delicate beauty.
Loveliness knows not
the emotions it evokes
like butterfly wings.
We watched a swallowtail yesterday evening. It was engaged in a frolic we could not understand, flirting with drops of water remaining after a thunderstorm.
The darned thing was lovely in every sense of the word–brilliantly yellow, graced with wispy wings edged in black, graceful in flight–yet completely oblivious to our admiration, and unaware of its own beauty.
Don’t forget, we are all beautiful. You are beautiful.
Peace, people!
Board Rooms
Depressing, but probably true. Read more at doubleupoet.wordpress.com
there may be a desire to screw
over the brain-dead Republicans
or to give what’s coming to
those moronic Democrats
kick the Tea Party in the nuts
or tell the Socialists to go to hell
.
how clever has everything become
to make us all feel as if we have
voices and that we can be heard
when all that’s true is that there
are some fat, bloated, pasty,
white men gnawing on cigars
somewhere who own this show
and own all of us
.
we do their bidding, we
fulfill one purpose – to make
them richer, fatter, more
bloated and allow them
to buy more expensive
cigars, cars and escorts
.
to overthrow the government
you’ll need to begin in
the smoke-filled board rooms
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Dialing
on rotary dial phones
zeroes caused existential angst
why, oh why did it take so long
to call a favored friend?
our own first number as a
married pair, 935-5000, swell,
we were stuck in zero hell.
remember party lines? so romantic did they seem,
and lettered exchange names: YUkon-9, PEnnsylvania-7, BUtterfield-8
before area codes took their place.
sentimentality aside, one fact stands alone:
no motorists died whilst talking on
a rotary telephone.
Not in (AR)Kansas Any More
There’s no place like home….
Ride Haiku
rising asphalt road
curving, banked, accelerate
grooving in the zone.
Peace, people!
Name that Emotion
Emotions can be complicated. Granted, sometimes I’m happy, other times sad, but there are other emotions on which I am unable to hang a label. Indeed, I might not even have recognized these emotions before coming across this list on Facebook, but I’ve felt most of them at one time or another.
(There are grammatical errors embedded in the list above, perhaps due to translation issues, but none of the meaning is lost.)
Some of the descriptions resonate so strongly that they trigger the feelings ascribed to them. For example, #5, “vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores,” instantly evokes the musty smell of well used books and the sense of longing I experience upon crossing the threshold of such an establishment.
The oddest is “lachesism: the desire to be struck by disaster–to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.” I’m fairly certain that’s one I have no desire to entertain, but I can’t judge. Heaven knows I’ve experienced #’s 6, 9, and 22 more than a few times.
I have one of my own to add to the list. Pediluxuria: the feeling of having perfectly pristine feet that follows a spa pedicure. Not bad, eh?
Peace, people
Anti-Flag Day
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I was astonished that Walmart decided to stop selling Confederate flag-themed merchandise. Astonished like I was when Richard Nixon, Mr. Anti-Communism, went to China, deciding that his and others’ decades’ long campaign to demonize countries with communist governments was a strategy going nowhere and, besides, it was hurting the balance of trade big time. Even though there was an economic motive, the doing of it, seeing this rabid anti-Communist strolling the Great Wall and smiling at Chinese leaders was worth getting up in the middle of the night to watch it on live TV. (It was in 1972 for all you history buffs out there.)
That’s what it takes. The retail king of the earth, born in the deepest South, just deciding to stop selling Confederate goods. Done. It didn’t take them weeks or months of pondering, they just pulled the plug. And then Amazon and Sears and then big…
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Spoilers
A week behind on all my shows
yet i know who’s dead and who lives.
Still i cannot wait to see an episode
to confirm the news. What gives?
Perhaps i believe my viewing will
restore these characters to life
Or that by being there for an epic scene
i can somehow relieve their strife.
Spoilers only spur me on to observe
the riveting details:
Did his eyes blink, or his hands twitch;
has he lived to tell the tale?
Social media be damned, talking heads ignored.
in spite of you i’ll tune in
And find myself shocked beyond belief
when John Snow meets his end.
Or did he?
Peace, people!
Conflict
she sees the flag of the south as a symbol of her heritage;
i see it as a symbol of racism and slavery.
she sees freedom of religion as a Christian ideal;
i see it as freedom for everyone, excepting none.
she sees life in blacks and whites;
i see it in colors of the rainbow.
we are friends, but occasionally our words grow heated, our beliefs clash.
i despise conflict, but i refuse to run from it.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 