Sad Tale

Studly Doright was out of town part of last week, so my meals were of the simple variety. Lean Cuisine and Smart Ones entrees were my go to dinners.  
^^^^My microwave and my oven. ^^^^

On my first night alone, I extracted a frozen Smart Ones vegetable lasagna from the freezer.

I preheated the oven to 375° to cook the lasagna, and set the timer for 45 minutes.

Off I went to sort laundry, play a bit of Words with Friends, and watch a Criminal Minds rerun. 

After some time passed I noted there remained five minutes of cooking time, so I poured a glass of wine and prepared a small salad.

The timer sounded and I opened the oven door to remove my entree. 

 

Nothing! I was puzzled.

Until I thought to look in the microwave.

  
Good thing I wasn’t terribly hungry.  

Peace, people.

Troublemaker

  
Troublemaker! she cried.

Now, look what you’ve done.

Who? Me?

Made me think I could dance.

Oooh, you can so dance, like a female Baryshnikov!

Told me I was hot.

Smoking, babe!

Insinuated I could carry on witty conversations with the opposite sex.

I could listen to your stories all night long, gorgeous girl.

Well, cease your troublemaking ways. I’m through with you and all you’ve wrought.

C’mon, sugar, have just one more sip.

Well, if you insist. I’m not driving, after all. 


Collusion

scam the man
deliver the bribe
cheat and lie and steal,
work in secret
pull it off
master the art of the deal.

forget the cost
trust that’s lost
with every lie that’s told,
what matters most
is what you boast
and the power that you hold.

demean women
mock the disabled
embrace the KKK,
erase the years
of calm diplomacy
make bigotry all the rage.

invoke violence
strut and posture
that wall is gonna be “yuge,”
run us into the ground
like your casinos
we have everything to lose.
Lest we forget statements Trump has made or his lack of common human decency:

 
  
  

IN THE LAND THAT COMPASSION FORGOT

Piece of poetic genius from Mike Steeden.

mikesteeden's avatar- MIKE STEEDEN -

telescope

To awaken is a saddening thing

as and when the sandman’s coma flounders,

gifts the valueless gift of spontaneity,

that ordeal of wretched consciousness

in the ‘once upon a time’ land that compassion forgot

He never knew his telescope had a lens cap fitted

The man in the shop never mentioned that at all

Nevertheless, with one eye shut, the other on the lens

He could see clearly the magnified blackness of the future

“Can I have a go on your telescope mister?” the young boy asked

“Of course you can lad…here, you try…it reveals the future you wait and see”

Quizzically the young boy takes hold of the telescope

Holds it this way and that

Notes the lens cap

Removes it

“Wow, this really is something else mister. I can see right into the distance…and there, up there, the rainbow. Never seen the colours of a rainbow so clear…

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A Little Vine Music

  
Creeping curving clef

Bold stroke twining garden’s staff

In the key of green

  

Floral fusion blooms

A visual melody

Music to the eyes

  

Strains softly entwine

Noted lines in four four time

Pianissimo

Constipation of the Brain

waning
words
scant
thoughts
rotten
rhymes
a clear
case
of
constipated
brain.

Doctor prescribes three glasses of rich red wine and says, “Write something brilliant tonight. You’ll be hungover in the morning.”

  

Climb

stairway to heaven
stars align to point the way
no turning back now

  

each step a blessing
every breath a prayer
walk always in peace

  

climb without ceasing
love with no reservation
embrace every soul

  

What the Supreme Court Decision Means to Me as a pre-Roe v. Wade Survivor

Great piece from redswrap.wordpress.com.

Jan Wilberg's avatarRed's Wrap

I know the fear. I remember everything about it. Being afraid of doing something illegal. Being afraid of getting hurt. Being afraid of bleeding to death. Being afraid of being so damaged that I wouldn’t be able to have children when it was the right time.

Then wasn’t the right time. I was a freshman in college. I became pregnant. It was 1967. I had two options. Marry the father or find a way to have an abortion. The father said no to marriage. He was right. We were too young.

A person would look at me now and say, oh, you had options. You just didn’t explore all your options. You didn’t try hard enough. You could have had the baby and given it up for adoption. Maybe. It’s hard now to explain the world for women in 1967. First off, I would have had to leave college. Drop…

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As Britain leaves the European Union

Great piece from notesfromtheuk.com.

Ellen Hawley's avatarNotes from the U.K.

What’s going on with Brexit, you ask? It’s been strange over here, and it’s getting stranger.

First the prime minister set up a referendum on whether Britain should leave the European Union. Why? Because he wanted to shut up the anti-EU wing of his party, the Conservatives. Clever move, Dave.

Then the whole thing went wrong, the Conservative Party dissolved into an internal arm wrestling match, and the country voted to leave the EU. Clever Dave announced that he’ll resign as soon as someone in his party wins the arm-wrestling match, which is now about who gets to replace him.

Bye, Dave.

Moody and irrelevant photo: a man watching the fog roll in. Moody and irrelevant photo: a man watching the fog roll in.

Then the MPs who belong to the Labour Party, who you’d think would be out celebrating the Conservative-on-Conservative war, called for a vote of no confidence in their own leader, Jeremy Corbyn, who they’ve hated from the time he…

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