# Laughing along with a Limerick

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/26/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-30/

seriously, give me a dang break
sincerity, yours is clearly fake
you….. promised to be there
said you really care….
I don’t need this headache or heartache

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Crocheting

I’ve been working on Olyvia’s birthday present while I’m laid up. She’s a huge fan of Monster’s Inc. It’s been quite a long time since I’ve worked on toys. I used to make crocheted toys all the time when my children were younger. John had a blue and white rabbit, Chris had a dragon and Amanda had Humpty Dumpty that I had done when they were born. There were other crocheted toys over the years. I don’t know why I stopped.

Last year a friend asked if I could make him Finn from Adventure Time. It was actually an easy pattern and I enjoyed it. Then he asked about Forky from Toy Story, so I did Forky.

I asked my daughter if Olyvia would like Woody and Jesse from Toy Story. She said, Olyvia would but she would really love Mike Wazowski and Sully. Her favorite movie is Monster’s Inc. So I did Mike and I’m working on Sully.

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Foot update:

I’m a klutz . I fell on September 30th lugging boxes downstairs for our trip to Maine on October 2nd. I missed the dang step. Yeah, it hurt but I didn’t think too much of it. It was sore but one expects that when you fall. It didn’t bruise so I thought I escaped the bullet. It was uncomfortable to bear weight but I figured it would go away But unfortunately, last Monday (19th) my ankle turned dark purple and the swelling was spreading up into my leg. So I made an appointment with an orthopedic. Ex-ray wasn’t conclusive enough on the ankle but they were able to determine I had a heel spur, tore my achilles and a hairline fracture of my foot. Naturally, let’s do more tests so I had the MRI done. Stay off the foot, use crutches and we’ll see you on the 28th. We discuss then if you need surgery because the MRI will tell us more about the achilles and how bad it’s torn and what’s going on with the ankle. By the way, we recommend compression knee high socks so you need to get those for your boot that you’ll be fitted for on the 28th.

If it hadn’t been a pandemic, I would’ve had the MRI the same day and this would already be done. Got to make the appointment online, wait for them to call you back do their screening and then they’ll schedule you.

Anyway to make a long story short… I’ve been hanging out in a recliner with my foot elevated putting a lot of Voltaren creme on it and crocheting. If you have any kind of pain, Voltaren works really well with the direct application to the area. Between that and taking the Diclofenac which is the pill form of Voltaren I’ve been reasonably comfortable until I do the hop to the bathroom or navigate the stairs to come down in the morning or go back up at night for bed.

Vic wants to wrap me in bubble wrap.

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Reading:

Olyvia gave me a talking too about my reading. Apparently, I’m not reading enough. I just finished Ray Bradbury’s The Halloween Tree ( excellent) and Roald Dahl’s Book of Ghost Stories. She’s read more books than me plus done her schoolwork. I took the lecture in good grace because I couldn’t simply say I’ve bee crocheting her birthday present.

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Poetry Contest: Picture Prompt

OFP3 - 2020

Mirrored in Pain

A single glowing orb casted light
upon my love’s dark, silken mane
for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

I fear she chose the angle to hide her fright
from my rage because every word was a strain.
A single glowing orb casted light

adding to my agony beholding this night.
Oh the sorrow, if only there wasn’t pain
for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

Did she abandon living out of spite,
just to mock our love. Is she really that vain?
A sing glowing orb casted light

I will find a way to set things right
for I will not be known as a cruel swain
for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

Lovers all have moments they feel contrite
we mustn’t let our happy memories be slain.
A single glowing orb casted light
for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

19 lines

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

Wednesday one liner

https://lindaghill.com/tag/1linerweds/

“Wasn’t me”

At least, that’s what Shaggy wants us to believe.

I wish I could say it wasn’t me who took that ungraceful leap down the stairs either. Well I didn’t leap but I was carrying boxes and totally missed the step. I got up and continued like usual. Not my first fall, probably won’t be my last either.

Moving on.. yup it’s been two weeks and it still hurts. Yesterday, the bruising showed up after I slipped with my socks on the hardwood floor and the pain really got annoying. So I called the orthopedic doctor and made an appointment.

Moving on again…yup which news you want first.. I have a stress fracture. Well I kinda figured that one out. Torn Achilles…nah, I didn’t expect that. Ex ray wasn’t clear enough but looks like your ankle is broken. Need an mri to be conclusive before we do surgery. Now, I can say it WTF? I’ve already had 3 surgeries this year. This year has been seriously overrated, I’m ready for the next one.

MRI tomorrow….lucky me. At least, I don’t have to be closed inside the tube. After that I get the rest of the news.

Telling ya wasn’t me….sliding down the stairs with my foot extended. Wasn’t me…limping ….wasn’t me sporting a bag of ice.

Forky from Toy Story

Crochet request from a good friend. Hopefully he will be smiling One of us needs to after this day.

Poetry

OFP3 - 2020

Mirrored Pain©

A single glowing orb casted light

upon my love’s dark, silken mane

for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

I fear she chose the angle to hide her fright

from my rage because every word was a strain.

A single glowing orb casted light

adding to my agony beholding this night.

Oh the sorrow, if only there wasn’t pain

for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

Did she abandon living out of spite,

just to mock our love. Is she really that vain?

A sing glowing orb casted light

I will find a way to set things right

for I will not be known as a cruel swain

for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

Lovers all have moments they feel contrite

we mustn’t let our happy memories be slain.

A single glowing orb casted light

for it helped hide her slender neck from sight.

19 lines

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

Ceased Memory

black
mantel lace
drooped over
dull brass doors
covered with
finger smudges
hiding the
lonely logs left inside
an ignored fireplace
where a cat once slept
and lovers used to snuggle

the sunlight exposed
missed dust bunnies
windows that haven’t budged
covered with an intricate web

mocking the wind
scattering orange and red leaves
beneath low hanging gray clouds
boasting approaching changes


unlike the stagnant
reminders of a life

unable to move

#Song Lyric Sunday with Jim

Yes/No are on tap today. 

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/10/17/magic-8-ball/

I saw some of the other song choices so I went with George but I did see I wasn’t the only one to choose the King of Country. He’s always appears to be so together in any performance. Classic. By 2009, he broke Conway Twitty’s record for the most number-one hits on Billboard’s Hot Country list wit his 44th number one hit. Conway had 40.  I had forgotten that George’s daughter Jennifer died in an automobile accident when she was only 13. That’s how old my grandson was to when he died. It doesn’t get easier regardless if your famous or not.

It started way back in third grade
I used to sit beside Emmylou Hayes
A pink dress, a matching bow, and her ponytail
She kissed me on the school bus but told me not to tell
Next day I chased her around the playground
Cross the monkey bars to the merry-go-round
And Emmylou got caught passing me a note
Before the teacher took it I read what she wrote

“Do you love me do you want to be my friend?
And if you do
Well then don’t be afraid to take me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no”

Now we’re grown up and she’s my wife
Still like two kids with stars in our eyes
Ain’t much changed, I still chase Emmylou
Up and down the hall, around the bed in our room

Last night I took her out in a white limousine
Twenty years together she still gets to me
Can’t believe it’s been that long ago
When we got started with just a little note

“Do you love me, do you wanna be my friend?
And if you do
Well then don’t be afraid to take me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no”

“Do you love me, do you wanna be my friend?
And if you do
Well then don’t be afraid to take me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no”

Check yes or no
Check yes or no
Check yes or no
Check yes or no

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Dana Hunt / Danny Wells

Check Yes or No lyrics © Hori Pro Entertainment Group

It’s a sweet song that reminds me of my first childhood crush and exchanging notes. I was never that bold in the beginning, so my girlfriend gave it to his friend and his friend gave to him and the notes response came back the same way. Seems like a life time ago. Today, it’s so much easier to communicate discreetly or anonymously.

It’s been an emotionally difficult week with Johnny’s birthday on the 15th. It would have been his special one. You know 15 on the 15th. I talked with my son, looked at a lot of pictures and cried several times.

Johnny, friends posted Happy Birthday on your facebook page. Mom put a video of you up. People shared memories. All of us wish you weren’t gone.

Gram’s hair is your favorite color right now. Yup, my hair is definitely bright pink. I know you would give it a thumbs up.

Love you Johnny, always and a day.

#FOWC

Vitriol

https://fivedotoh.com/category/one-word-challenge/

Vitriol means cruel and bitter criticism. It’s origin is French. I think my beat poem accurately sums the definition of vitriol. “In the 1940s and 50s, a new generation of poets rebelled against the conventions of mainstream American life and writing. They became known as the Beat Poets––a name that evokes weariness, down-and-outness, the beat under a piece of music, and beatific spirituality. Beat poets sought to write in an authentic, unfettered style. “First thought, best thought” was how central Beat poet  Allen Ginsberg described their method of spontaneous writing.”

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/collections/147552/an-introduction-to-the-beat-poets

Social Suicide
At a splintered glance,
the slaughtered branch
suggested a new understanding
for the dreaded masses, commanding
a new meaning for the dying
denying their aggressive lying.
The persecuted forget, they are not
above the light they once sought.
A fragile line between life and death
thoughts listened with bated breath
to the vitriol verses
or screaming curses.
Silence demanded a skeleton
bones to shudder like gelation
praying for tenderness beyond this page
that lost secrets won’t engage
the destruction of mankind.
Through the years we refined
our lies, and plead naiveté
although our reactions betray.
Bitter ineptitude,
our abandoned view
overrides a cowering end
because we feel entitled to a godsend.

Awesome synonyms for vitriol are acidity, acridity, acridness, acrimony, asperity, bile, bitterness, cattiness, corrosiveness, mordancy, tartness, and virulence.

I love that I can easily substitute any of the synonyms for vitriol into my poem and not change the meaning. Though it would lose its alliteration.

 

#Laughing along with a limerick

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/12/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-28/

the prompt is PURSE I played with it a bit, five stanzas of 9/9/6/6/9 limerick fun.

this dang growing old is such a curse
can’t remember where I set my purse
so much to think about
stop, you don’t need to shout
you act like I’m ready for a hearse

what used to be so easy to do
it’s not what it was tying my shoe
my toes are where they were
balance makes me unsure
but you act like I don’t have a clue

this dang growing old is such a curse
can’t remember where I set my purse
so much to think about
stop, you don’t need to shout
you act like I’m ready for a hearse

Oh dear, what are you glaring at now
you look like you’ve swallowed a dang cow
oops I forget my teeth
I need glue underneath
I needed more time than you allow

this dang growing old is such a curse
can’t remember where I set my purse
so much to think about
stop, you don’t need to shout
you act like I’m ready for a hearse

Male Ego Defined

OFP1 - 2020

Now Handsome Jack wasn’t known to be slack
with a raise of his brow the bats scattered
as the pumpkin smirked and the black cat meowed
and the holy white crosses all fell back

The moon’s glow added a mysterious glimmer
as he stared straight at his next victim
oops, decadent woman of the hallowed night
making his rowdy blood and the red mist simmer

His attire mocked the average dressed Poe
with ruffled sleeves and a raised collar
jacket cinched tight with Lenore dangling
from his belt, he hoped would cause a row.

Handsome Jack made his intent blatantly clear
Annabelle would come willingly to his side
replacing Marie Laveau in a fiery flash
but there’s more to the story then might appear

The cat and the pumpkin placed their bets
as the two men snickered and bickered
the merits of a woman’s worth but neither
remembered a woman never forgets.

A woman’s fury is worse than gates of hell
Bats and cats both are very aware
that only a foolish grinning pumpkin
and a man sporting a hat would ring that bell.