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Tuesday Poem

Tuesday’s child,

Full of grace

Excluded from

Beauty,

Saved from

Woe, by two

Dozen hours

Or so.

Fickle time

Declares which

Gifts might be 

Bestowed, 

Based on a stroke

Of luck or the

Hands of a

Clock.

Tick tock.

  

As a child this poem always bothered me. It seemed to put poor Wednesday at a disadvantage from birth, while Sunday got all the good stuff. Hardly fair!  Always interested in justice, that’s me. Oh, I was born on a Friday in case anyone’s keeping tabs.

Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath day Is fair and wise and good in every way.

Peace, People!






New-to-me

Places I’ve never been

Are my favorite destinations

I cannot wait to place my

Feet on new-to-me land.

Don’t get me wrong;

I’d have been a terrible

Pioneer.  

 

Scared of snakes,

Petrified of the unknown,

Reluctant to venture 

Outside the camp’s 

Boundaries.

Still, there is a large

Part of me that needs the

Thrill of driving on 

New-to-me roads, of

Treading on new-to-me

Sidewalks, of eating

New-to-me foods.

  Like an overgrown 

Child on a raucous

Rollercoaster,

For the very first time:

Hands in the air

Stomach in my throat

Wheeeee!  

Antigua, here I come.

Peace, People!

Monday Poem

Please spare me your Monday hate

Your “weekend’s over” ire.

Approximately one-seventh of one’s

Life is spent on Mondays.

One-seventh!

Disparaging Mondays is akin to

Putting down the first (or second, or third, etc.)

Decade of one’s existence.

Let’s revisit our relationship with

Monday. Put a crown on it, 

Cloak it in ermine-trimmed velvet and

Parade it through the halls of your

Life.

Name a rum drink in Monday’s honor:

“Monchata!”  

Now let’s celebrate!

Only Two Remain

duke blue devils

wisconsin badgers

one team will win

one team will lose

after all, nobody’s

perfect.

just ask the

kentucky wildcats.

Final Four

All the hoop-la

All the noise

On an Indiana floor.

Sixty-four teams

Whittled down to four

Duke takes on Michigan State

Kentucky meets Wisconsin

Let’s see who wants it more.

   

     

As the saying goes, I really don’t have a dog in this fight, so may the weekend be filled with lots of great basketball and may the best team win.

Three Letter Word Challenge

Every story,

Every sunrise,

Every moment in time

Requires rules of some sort

Many constructed subtly,

While others seem to be

More well-defined.

This poem as example

Is written with no words 

Of just three letters as

Prescribed by Daily Prompt.

I nearly failed this 

No three rule, my hands

Trembled as I typed;

However, I saved myself

In a single move by 

Changing “the” to “a.”

Damn. Foiled again.

  

Peace, people!

Lazy

L is for Lackadaisical 

A is for Apathetic 

Z is for Zoned out

Y is for Yawning

In retrospect, I should have titled this piece “Cat.”  

Let sleeping cats lie

Lazily in sun’s warm rays

Purring soon follows.

 

Cat looking sleepy

Lulled into hypnotic state

Do not be deceived!

Some Day

Some day the 

World will demand that

Man should make amends.

I’m sorry, he’ll say, and even though

There’s hell to pay the 

World will

Try to forgive him.

Because that’s the way of such things.  

Man will explain, as best he can.

He won’t lay claim to the

Blame for planetary warming.

Nevertheless, the World

Will say, here we are:

Ice caps melting,

Oceans rising, 

Droughts threatening.

You did nothing to help.

I’m sorry, Man will say.

I’ll do better next time.

 

Truth

As a commodity

Truth gets mixed

Reviews: 

Soul-searching

Peace-shredding

Gut-wrenching

Enlightening

All of the above.

I have a nodding

Acquaintance with

Truth.

We know one

Another, but are not

Besties.

  

Hooray for Hollywood

If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, producer, or lead actor? (Note: You cannot be the writer)

Scene one, Take five:

This time, relax into the kiss.

That’s right. 

Make him think you trust him.

Cut!

Don’t maul him, caress him.

Let’s go again.

Take six:

Look into her eyes.

Taste her femininity.

Inhale her scent.

Cut!

I said inhale! Not debauch!

Again, people! Where’s the subtlety?

Take seven:

Touch his lips with your fingertips.

Good.

Lean in.

Beautiful.

Hold that kiss. 

Just so.

Join hands. 

Sigh into him.

Holy cow, this is good stuff.

That’s a wrap people.