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Ha
Hap
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Happy
Happy o
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Happy or depress
Happy or depresse
Happy or depressed
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L
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Lif
Life
Life i
Life is
Life is a
Life is a b
Life is a ba
Life is a bal
Life is a bala
Life is a balan
Life is a balanc
Life is a balanci
Life is a balancin
Life is a balancing
Life is a balancing a
Life is a balancing ac
Life is a balancing act
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Life is a balancing a
Life is a balancing
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So
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So easy to slip and fall
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M
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Moo
Mood
Moods
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Moods tha
Moods that
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Moods that fall
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Moods that fall can
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Moods that fall can rise
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Moods that fall can rise again
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Wait for tomorrow’s new day
I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn
The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn
Out on the water, my luminous float
Rides unseen ripples in fear of no boat
This morning my roof is my fishing umbrella
A night with my thoughts means I’ve something to tell her
I guess what I mean is I’ve something to ask
I practice the words as I reach for my flask
My thermos sits tempting with vegetable soup
It’s contents have settled to vegetable gloop
Was that a laugh in the form of a squark
As I eat my soup with a very long fork
With no other human for miles around
No unsought opinions that seek to confound
No ear-ache from experts intent to be heard
How welcome the chirps of the earliest bird
The scrabbles and scurries of night’s muted audio
Bow to the quacks of a new day’s first rodeo
The moon doffs its cap to a newly ris sun
My float dips a little… I’m ready for fun
I strike as my float disappears underwater
I think of my girl and I wish I had brought her
Forsaking her bed was too much of a wrench
But she’d have been thrilled at the sight of a tench
My rod tip bends into its repeated thumps
I steer it away from those lily pad clumps
Nuclear war now… a minor mishap
I now live in fear of a single sound, SNAP!
But I turn its head and I draw the fish near
Oh how I wish that my baby was here
She’d call it God’s prettiest creation yet
As the red eyed, green beauty slides into my net
Shame it was not on my new rod as hoped
I’d broken that rod but my old one had coped
Admiring the beauty, my subconscious said
Admire the beauty at home in your bed
I unhooked that Tench and released it at once
I’m thrilled with the one but one more would be bunce
An early morn chill and this fisherman muddles
Should I not be home having kisses and cuddles
I so love to fish and the girl of my dreams
Never complains, there’s no rants and no screams
So now I've decided, I’ve made up my mind
A more understanding girl I’ll never find
I fumbled my phone so I took off a glove
This question to ask of the woman I love
My fishing rod that was a gift from your mother
I broke it, I said, could she buy me another?
The Not so Glorious French Cuisine
The French are fond of foods most Americans
would freak out on, and they’re not bargains.
Let’s start with the least freakish: rabbit (lapin) –
farm raised and bathed in a Dijon mustard sauce –
like chicken say those who’ve tried it.
Quail and pigeon (caille and pigeon) wont kill
your appetite though it may your budget
if you’re tight. Both are often roasted to
a golden brown and served with fruit like
grapes or figs. A young pigeon by-the-way
is squab and it’s often roasted or wrapped in
a crusty pie dough. – Warning: the price
will be quite high, so be prepared to gasp or faint.
Next is smoked beef tongue (Langue de Boeuf).
Apart from it’s name, it’s delicious and worth
a first try, though squeamish American diners
will grimace.
Then prized and touted is ris de veau, a favorite
of French gourmands but purposely translated
in English as “sweetbreads” – to prevent shock
or vomiting, and far removed from anything
you’d find in a patisserie, but to a French
gastronome it’s nothing less than sautéed
calf’s thymus gland or pancreas.
Another French specialty is pig’s blood sausage
(boudin noir), black as soot, and daringly served
uncamoflaged by any deceptive artistry,
what any normal diner would identify as
freshly discharged pig’s turd. (And by that
description alone you should be rushing to
the nearest restroom with your hand over
your mouth holding back a mouthful of
vomit and praying no stalls are occupied!)
And now for our final entree, la piece de
resistance – at least to hardcore gastronomes:
a whole calf’s head (tête de veau) garnished
with various baby veggies (petites legumes)
but nonetheless ghoulishly nightmarish and
more likely read in a Stephen King novel.
Bon appétit!
A pple pies, that's what I want to bite.
B egging my mom: "Mommy please, please..", as I
C ome closer to her..
D ancing a little to the left and right;
E very move a way to tempt my mom
F or that sweet delicious pie..
G iving her a kiss to her lips. And
H ugs so tight.. Finally,
I ris, my mom, said yes, yes we go and buy
J umping thrice for I am happy and thrilled, I
K not my arm to my mom's.
L ovingly, not wanting any other mom.
M oving fast as we could to buy not one or two but a plentitude of pies.
N oting, how generous is my mom for I was just asking for one.
O ven-fresh, my mouth waters as I smell the apple pies.
P icking one piece,
Q uickly, I took a luscious large bite.
R ich rumble rush of savory pie
S ated my appetite.
T aunting me to take more! more!
U nder my mom's gaze, Again I eat and eat.
V ery delicious, I said to my mom
W idening my grin and giving thumbs up.
X eric is my throat, I drink and drink.
Y ummy! So yummy, that I eat four pies in a row.
Z ipper of my pants, my oh my, I hardly can close!
*** Xeric means dry.
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© O. E. Guillermo
9:36PM
October 10, 2014
Scales hardened over her skin
a condition called ichthyosis vulgaris
ik-thee-O-sis vul-Ga-ris
fish disease
(the ‘vulgar’ means ordinary
but at its worst
it is far from common).
She bled where the plaques chipped and cracked,
she leaked oils, but could not sweat enough.
She existed on her own sunbaked beach
gasping for breath.
She was a salmon fisher once
before she was encased in Piscean plates.
(The root of the word salmon
is ‘salvo’ meaning, to ‘leap’),
and indeed
for years she had tried to jump out of her skin.
One night
an easterly wind
brought a silver-eyed fisherman
to her breach.
In the swaying dark
he laid her down.
She suffered him to scrape
the arid scabs from her
with his skinning blade, hooked like a gaff.
He was exquisitely skilled,
gentle even.
Slowly he skived her sheath,
left her
glowing and wet,
beautiful and supple
on a heap of husks.
There beside the pitching surf
they made love.
Later,
he watched
as she swam away.
(The ichthys fish symbol
is older than history,
sea goddesses
claim it
as a symbol
of sexuality and rebirth).
Santa Claus, a man born for the Anniversary of Jesus our savior Babe
Another year has passed. As we celebrate the Anniversary of Christ
Rays of light benignly shine on a makeshift stable. It's an Anniversary set
Aside for the Savior of the world. We take delight, in his Holy Anniversary.
King of Jews, Almighty One, Abba, Advocate, we could never repay you for this
Event. You deserve to be honored each December heart and soul. Its Buon
Natale in Italy, Joyeux Noel in France, frohe Weihnachten in German. As we
Devote ourselves to commemorating your special day, we gather around and
Resurrect your birth through celebration and song. We know that you are the
Instrumental object of our Saving Grace. You are, "King of The World"
Christmas is s time of year when we celebrate the Anniversary of Jesus.
Kris Kringle can't hold a candle to you, you are Our Leading Star.
Oct 9 2022
Sponsor Sara Kendrick (Happy Anniversary Sara)
Contest Name Anniversary
Fle sa me tis
Of the smile rise
Of all our little misses in TX & txt
For her we enter
(Beyond dragons for snakes got wings like we make ends to meet the means, or whatever man)
"Begin the Beguine'
Free not a thing
Unless you say something
In your world is not free
Bonus clowncomicery:
(Q? ¿What is the difference between syntax and context?)
(A...don't ask me, what the fail hell do I know?)
(R. Well, we know the whole truth, that hale is real, girls chase boys, and money chases us.)
Which is the right answer?
I know you know that I know you know...
...no I don't!
...no, I don't...
...yes, I do
...yes I do!
(It is harder to know when mixing them all up and knowing everyone else's answer too! Even if they answered one way before, no matter how many times, the answers Do Change as all things in life)
Don't believe the hype & you might be giving &/or getting catfished, even if you use skype...amirite? Oddly even in irl lol
Run along now and go catfish yourself!
KWIM
IKWYM
YMMV
a Spanish sonnet
Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why
I attempt a smile even though your eyes
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet.
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;
weeds of abomination poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit.
Your lie lacked confirmation from the start -
why you would mock or kid, I do not know.
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.
I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.
Snowflakes cease as snowdrops rise
Peeking out at azure skies
Raindrops fall upon the lake
Iris soon in blooms awake
New blooms burst forth every day
Gerberas now are here to stay
I hear the soothing song of spring
Sweet the sound bird songs bring
Carnations in hues of red
Offer color to garden beds
Magnolias, what fragrance they imbue
Inspiring a feeling of romance too
Now look, the baby blue eyes dance
Giving hearts a desire for romance
Soft the flutter of the wings
Of butterflies in the spring
On the breeze they gently float
Now I'll watch them as I dote
..
3/21/17
Contest: Spring Is Coming Soon Acrostic
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Sing with the birds in May
Pretty songs in dancing play
Raindrops on pedals of flowers
Inspire dreams in spring showers
Nests where robin eggs lay
Give new life to see in a day
Iris, crocus, daffodil show
Soft beauty as they grow
Crickets chirp in evening air
Owls hoot in chorus, a pair
Melodies from morning to night
Instantly lift the heart to flight
Newly cut grass with colors around
Give abundance of beauty to be found
Spring is coming soon
Open your heart to the tune
Over the hills, by rivers and lakes
New beginnings are now awake
Heidi Sands
3/21/17