Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
the oranges of the
species on display in one
who's missing a link
Sally's soup was thin
Stu's stew was thick and tasty
Mixed? Thick and thin grin
Breaking through the crust
of my inner life. Send up
a flare for pizza.
a blanket over
my head won't stop the horror
behind my eyelids
once upon a time
winter grass was what was in
last year's heavy coat
put the nettle
to the metal kettle
said the blossom
to the stem
"Tea time!" ah Clem
I'm hoping I will
be able to escape the
gravity of a
dual black hole tuesday prompt with
it's opposite. Comedy.
A few of the time things I have blogged about in the past. They seemed to make sense to me in the past. But at this time I am not so sure. One thing is for sure. Times Up!
me
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I would no doubt use it as I have used time in the past. Extra time for making a to-do-list of things I want to get done but never seem to do. Stacking things that used to be stacked there and stack them “ober by der” as we say here in Chiraq. Consuming more things than I need to consume. More still now that I have this extra sixty minutes. Maybe watch “60 Minutes”. That hasn’t made it back onto my endless television consumption regatta. Extra time to not eliminating enough of the things I should have been eliminating for years but never did. I did get them off my to-do-list. Speaking of getting off, I would not reproduce anymore. I have reproduced enough, but may fill those sixty minutes doing what we humans do to reproduce without fear of the base fruit result of my burning lust. All the sixty minutes I have accumulated over my life span has allowed me that benefit of being chronologically adept.
I hope.
But mostly I would spend those sixty minutes being suspicious that there really hasn’t been an additional sixty minutes added to the earths rotation. Just a re-sizing of the unit of measurement. Kind of like the fun size candy bar. So I would spend that interminable perceived added time searching conspiracy sites on the internets to see just how we had been fooled again.
Times up!
But I wasn’t counting.
Or counting on it.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/twenty-five-seven/
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Patience is entirely codependent on our perception of the importance of the passage of what we commonly refer to as time.
No time, no patience required.
So if you believe time is Krugerrands you might very well have less patience than Krugerrands.
Times up!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/patience/
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Override Oblique Opaque Oligarchy Operations Or Owe Outlandish Offerings Outright Owning Oblivion Obscurity Obfuscation Of Obvious Ontological Oopsies
NUMBER 2039857205978
Oh My!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/opaque/
Note: The crux of the biscuit is the missing apostrophe
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I have a friend I have known since childhood. Our bond is the bond that only time can bind
The likelihood that our paths would even cross today is highly unlikely. I have no doubt our first encounter would be cordial, jocular, and entertaining. But it could never be the same relationship shared experiences have wrought.
I would have it no other way.
You can thank the brevity of this post on being typed on my phone.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/delayed-contact/
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Even though this post is a retrospective on past musings, it still took me some time to put this post together so I hope I get some here and now points for this. But if you walk away feeling….
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Kit and caboodle
All part of the bamboozle
Oodles and oodles
Time to use my old noodle
and get out of here.Toodles
you never see the
pillow coming before the
night that has no dawn
🎼 I'm looking over
A short billed plover. That I've
never seen before🎵
nothing under her
sable coat, boss man's wife sent
my ardor soaring
The carrot loves you.
Now the trick is to make friends
with the big bad stick.
Albino lizard
Goes by the name of Blizzard
Slithers o're the land
Early mourn dream gap
I hear the boneyard dog howl.
Not now big bad hound.
belief in the flat
earth balanced on a radish
in the middle rules
When the acid rain
Makes the fields start to fizz
The plop plop should come
Let's start the bonfire
of the Vanities with the
number one hit. Pride
Pay good money for
A plastic water bottle
Filled from an aquifer
To very the brim with
One thing for sure
Micro plastic infused
Death skiffs reused
Bass ackward spelled
Naive labeled as Evian
Why yes. Yes I am a cereal offender. Worse yet I was a cereal eater. I confess. I have mixed Coco Puffs with Fruity Pebbles. I’ve cut Fruit Loops with Rice Krinkles. I’ve snapped crackled and popped into my bowl Sugar Smacks on street corners and dank alleyways of my town. Even licked the frog for an extra jolt. It was GREAT!!!!. That was until I got Apple Jacked one cold and rainy night in an gangway So I sailed with Captain Crunch to Toucan Sam’s tropical island and have even stolen a leprechaun’s magically delicious Lucky Charms.
I am a serial cereal offender.
But I have seen the light. Now I resided on Keto Island, where Keto and I fight crime. Well Keto fights crime. I just sus things out and he drives. I am The Green Honey Comb. Bwah Ha Ha
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a gentle rooster
bursting sounds like an unsure
cock-a-doodle-doo
Quince will make you wince
No matter how fine you mince
Better off to smash
🎼I like to ride my
icicle 🎵 I like to ride
my ice. 🎶 😣Oof!!! Chilly🥶
In my cellular drive for entropy
Whether I like it or not
All things eventually rot
Consume
Eliminate
Reproduce
Maybe win a trophy
With a human face
For stacking things
On top of other things
Just trying to leave a trace
Poe smoking Raven?
Said the white rabbit de jour
Still nevermore sure
A Scroll Threw Life 