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Breaking Up

MTB — Variations on the Rubaiyat – Frank is tending bar at the Pub today

 


Breaking Up

The moment that you touch my lips
I feel more inches on my hips
More pounds the scale will indicate
If I but make one little slip

I’ve licked you from my fingertips
And savored you as warming sips
I’m sorry darling chocolate
I’m leaving you for crisp kale chips

Just kidding! 🤗  I would never break up with chocolate.

 

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The Lion’s Tooth

 

The Lion’s Tooth

Fierce and brave you
Prowl through my yard
Your yellow mane a happy
Harbinger of Spring
Your young toothed leaves harvested
By the old folks next door
And cooked for lunch
A peasant meal now embraced
By health enthusiasts
Have you, dear dandelion,
Long reviled by men
Pushing lawn mowers,
Become the new Kale
Showing up at Farmer’s Markets
And grocery stores?

 

 

 

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My Almost Masterpiece

My Almost Masterpiece

 

How do I know just when to stop
When one more stroke would be too much
Or do I need to shade and crop?

I turn the bottom to the top
A little trick – it’s not a crutch
How do I know just when to stop?

Add cobalt blue to make it pop
Titanium white – a tiny touch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Paint out the extra still life prop
Then add another pear or such
How do I know just when to stop?

Put down the brush now, let it drop
Release it from my desperate clutch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Walk away, my canvas swap
Before I change it overmuch
How do I know just when to stop?
Or do I need to shade and crop?

 

Posted in Poetic Asides, poetry

The Snowman

Poetic Asides -Wednesday Poetry Prompt – Spring

The Snowman

She built a snowman
On the first day of Spring
Festooned it with a garland

Of frozen daffodils
A line of limp crocus
Buttons marched

Down its rounded belly
A wreath of apple buds
Circled its snowy head

We got about 8” of wet snow – schools were cancelled, the art museum closed – perfect conditions for snowman building.

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Poetic Asides, poetry

All Hail the Queen

Poetic Asides  – Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 430
Write an Annoyance poem


All Hail the Queen

It annoys me –
Just a little –
That my gripes are
Never as gripey as yours
My woes, not as
Woeful
My worries can’t compare
My annoyances not
Annoying enough
You win
You are the queen of whining
You get to wear the crown
Which you, no doubt,
Will complain about


Also posted at Imaginary Garden  with Real Toads – Tuesday Platform

I’m making this poem work really hard and posting on d’Verse  OLN too. Poor little poem.

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Another Cloudy Day in Western PA

Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt
‘Another ___________’

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Another Cloudy Day in Western PA

I have learned to love the clouds
Light gray, dark gray
Wispy, ominous
Sometimes a wooly
Blanket covering the sky
I love them when they line up,
Like children waiting for
Recess, pushing and shoving
One another
One day they might rush by in a hurry to
Get to the next town or else they’ll
Just hang around for a while
Waiting for the wind to
Push them along
To soak up secrets from
Another admirer in a far off land
There is beauty in their forms
And shapes, their subtle shading,
The way they blush pink in the
Evening because they’ve hidden the
Sun all day
I have learned to love the clouds
Look up as they pass
And wish them well


Imaginary Garden With Real Toads – Tuesday Platform

 

 

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A Simple Valentine’s Day

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A Simple Valentine’s Day

I pull on my valentine socks
The gray striped ones with
Shiny hearts all over them
I made you a pop-up card
That says ‘I *heart* you
You bought me six chocolate roses
And a chai latte
No lavish dinner
No giant heart shaped box
No wine and candlelight
No serenade
We know that love is in
The small things
Looks exchanged
The gentle touch of a hand
An old song remembered
The everyday gestures
That we do not take for
Granted