In response to Daily Post Prompt: Notorious
WANTED: FOR WRITING
NOTORIOUSLY RIDICULOUS POETRY
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Humor/Fun
Wordless Wednesday 5/10/17
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It’s So Great to Be in Love?
Oh, I wish I were in love.
How I love to be in love!
It’s so great to be in love —
Until you’re dumped.
Oh, but love is so exciting,
With emotions all igniting,
In the favored one delighting —
‘Til you’re dumped.
I believed in sweet romance,
Loving arms in which to dance,
Titillated by a glance —
Then I got dumped.
Now, I’m not so sure of love,
It’s so hard real love to prove,
And if I don’t fall in love —
I can’t get dumped!
Perhaps I should let my faithful readers know that this poem is not based on a true story. Actually it grew out of a brief experience I had today when I turned on the car radio and heard a song from my high school days. It took me instantly back to a restaurant where I was enjoying some time with a guy I “thought” I was semi-in-love with. He never did allow the relationship to develop into anything serious, and for a short time, I was unhappy. However, by 5 years later, I was thanking God that I never got into anything more serious with him than a mere friendship. I do pity his wife a good deal. But as I thought about that experience, I just sat down to write a poem about how we tend to fall in love with love sometimes, and — well — this is what I ended up with.
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My Poetic Sin
Cinquain
It is my sin:
To take the easy way.
No rhyming and no meter strong.
Guilty!
But still
I plead my case.
It gives me more than joy.
It disciplines my use of words:
Aids skill.
So now,
My guilt assuaged,
I’m free to give myself
To writing even more cinquain.
Hooray!
I discovered recently that I have written so much cinquain over the past two years that I have enough to do a book of nothing but original cinquain.
So, I just might.
Daily Post Prompt: None
Coffee Thursday 4/27/17
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A short Coffee post today. It’s a really busy time for me, but I do still love my coffee. Don’t forget: you’re invited to post about coffee on your site and paste your link into the “Comments” windows below — anytime this week.
Enjoy!
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I joined the queue outside the door,
Just after 6:00 a.m.
The morning sun had chased the fog,
But warmth was pretty thin.
My breath formed steam each time I spoke,
And pockets warmed my hands.
I yearned for coffee, hot and strong,
A large cup — maybe Grande.
We inched along with moderate speed,
And soon I stood inside.
The fresh aroma brought a smile;
It’s tantalizing tide
Mingled with the cozy sounds
Of orders glorified:
Venti Frappucino – Tall
Mocha Latte – Grande.
Americano, Cappucinno,
Really, there’s no end.
At last, I stood before the bar;
The young barista frowned.
He know I’d order coffee – plain.
No whip, no froth — just brown.
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Daily Post Prompt: Chuckle by Alliteration
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It commenced with a chuckle,
Graduated to a giggle,
Ballooned into a belly laugh,
Grew into a guffaw,
And the next thing I knew —
He was rolling on the floor,
Ludicrous with laughter.
Was it something I said???????
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Go ahead: you know you’d like to take part in this prompt.
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Daily Post Prompt: Jolt
I’m In the Chips!
I’m normally not a big potato chip eater. When I was a teenager, I could eat chips by the bag full, but in my adult years, I only rarely have some with a sandwich. However, occasionally — very occasionally, thank God — I get sort of a craving for them, and I’ll go out and buy 2 or 3 bags — or cans, depending on the brand.
Unfortunately, this past week I discovered Lays’ Southern Biscuits & Gravy potato chips. Evidently they are a new flavor that is not really all that new. They’ve been on the market since 2015, but I didn’t know it. I guess that was a year that I didn’t have any particular craving for chips, because I never even noticed them. Now I can’t believe I ever lived without them.
I don’t know what it is for sure that makes them sooooooo gooooood I can’t quit eating them. The flavor is terrific. And, yes, they do taste like sausage biscuits and gravy. But when I eat biscuits and gravy, I don’t have any trouble stopping after two biscuits. Not so with these chips. I literally have to FORCE myself to close the bag and put it away. Then I end up going back to it before the day’s over.
A couple years ago, at Christmas time, Pringles came out with a new flavor chip called Pecan Pie. Some of my family and friends turned their noses up at the thought, but since I really like the combination of sweet and salty, I decided I’d like to try them. OHHHH MY GOODNESS! They were delicious! So, naturally, I bought several cans. But I did stop eating those chips fairly easily — because they were seasonal and left the market after January. They came back again during this last Christmas season though, and I lost count of the cans I bought.
Oh, well, I’m sure that since I hadn’t seen these biscuits and gravy chips before now, they will not be on the store shelves all the time either. So I’ll just enjoy them while I can and TRY not to feel too guilty. One thing that helps is having all my work online to do. When you have to type on a keyboard almost all day, it’s really hard to do if your fingers are greasy and salty from eating potato chips. So I do have good reason to put the bag away. And I will … well … after just one more … and maybe just one more ….
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Coffee Thursday – 4/6/17
I normally prefer a mug for coffee.
Although I’ve drunk my share in Styrofoam.
And when I’m traveling for work or pleasure,
I take a travel cup with lid from home.
A cup that’s big and roomy has its assets.
It lets me warm my hands around it’s bowl.
Unfortunately, it also has its drawbacks.
For long before I’ve finished, coffee’s cold.
Of course, that’s not a problem in this tech world.
For microwaves are everywhere these days.
And I just pop my cup inside to warm it.
Then sipping merrily, go on my way.
I’ll drink my brew from old-time percolator,
Or from a modern Keurig brewing pot,
Vending machines and fancy coffee houses,
And my drip coffee maker hits the spot.
I’m not too hard to please, and I’m a purist,
Just black with nothing added that’s bizarre.
Just please don’t bring me Starbucks or Gervalia,
And, for heaven’s sake, no instant from a jar!
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Wordless Wednesday 4/5/17
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Daily Post Prompt: Cusp
THE CROOKED CUSP OF LOVE
I was just on the cusp of deciding
When everything went so awry.
How could they be so hateful to me?
I can’t do a thing now but cry.
I’d dated Sebastian on Mondays,
And Thursdays were his days as well.
Then Trevor had Wednesdays and Fridays,
And Raymond thought weekends were swell.
We’d gone along happily – I thought,
Until they demanded I choose.
Well, you can imagine my chagrin
At having them give me such news.
I told them I’d have to have some time
To make a decision so hard.
But every time I thought I’d made one,
I couldn’t quite settle my heart.
It’s been only six months – this process;
Each day I did several hours spend.
Now I’m just on the cusp of decision,
But they’ve run off and married my friends!
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Coffee Thursday 3/30/17
I learned just this week that coffee plants were originally exported from Africa to countries all over the world, and that currently there are 70 different nations that cultivate coffee. I never paid must attention to the kind of coffee beans used in the coffee I buy, but over the past couple years, I’ve learned about Arabica and Robusta beans. Now, I think I’ll take special notice of exactly what the can or bag says when I take it off the shelf for purchase.
One of the things that helped educate me was a series of “cozy mystery” novels that center around a fictional coffee house in Greenwich Village run by the main character Claire Cosi. The series, Coffeehouse Mystery, is the work of a husband and wife team who write under the pen name of Cleo Coyle. If you love a good mystery, and you enjoy coffee as well, it’s probably a series you’d enjoy spending time with.
But be sure that when you sit down with the book, you have a fresh cup of your favorite coffee right at hand. Reading just isn’t the same if you can’t pick up that lovely cup or trusty mug and take a sip now and then.
And don’t forget: You’re invited to share your “coffee thoughts” by way of prose, poetry, pictures, or graphics. Just post on your own blog and hop over here to give us your link in the comment window below. (And you can post any time this week. It doesn’t have to be Thursday.)
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Daily Post Prompt: Meaningless
MEANINGLESS WORDS
Meaningless words are so absurd.
The most absurd I’ve ever heard.
Now, I don’t mean to be a nerd;
And insult I have not inferred.
But, really, when I’m quite unstirred
By words whose meanings are deferred,
My reading seems like riding herd
On crazy cattle who’ve been spurred.
All sanity and sense are slurred
By meaningless words that are absurd.
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Wordless Wednesday, 3/22/17
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