Today’s word is “lampoon.” which in the verb context means to publicly criticize (someone or something) by using ridicule, irony, or sarcasm. And as a noun is a speech or text lampooning someone or something.
It doesn’t have the word lampoon in the poem but it’s a perfect example of the definition. This is one of my published poems addressing verbal abuse.
If I wanted an Opinion
You’re finally home, your lover didn’t need you. If I really wanted an opinion… Or you couldn’t find another man to do?
Who asked you to speak, sit there! If I really wanted an opinion… I would have asked the kitchen chair.
Clothes don’t improve how ugly you are. If I really wanted an opinion… Where did you take my car?
Who asked you to speak, sit there! If I really wanted an opinion… I would have asked the kitchen chair.
I own the car, the house, everything! If I really wanted an opinion… I fucking own you, you’re nothing!
I can rip those slutty clothes right off you! If I really wanted an opinion… I own you, I can do anything I want to!
Who asked you to speak, sit there! If I really wanted an opinion… I would have asked the kitchen chair.
STOP! I wasn’t with anyone! I didn’t do anything!
If I really wanted an opinion…
John, my first husband was a very difficult man and my life was all about walking on eggshells. My lampooning moment came when I handed him divorce papers. My speech was a summation of my poem when he began yelling I simply said, “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
She coated me with murky, putrid crap
there is black grime embedded on my toe cap
My frayed, broken eyelets, and pieced laces
are knotted tightly, held fragile in some places.
My quarter dog- eared in the back is so slacked
with tired leather, it’s brittle and split, my cracked
tongue is so twisted out of shape and torn.
She makes me feel so ancient and abused when I’m worn.
My poor insole is broken down to clumpy pieces
so my heels are unevenly worn , my side releases.
Clearly issues with my owners stride, but she wore
me until there were large holes in my soles, I abhor
her! She wore me in the rain and made my leather soggy
like an overcooked stew. Eww… I smell like a wet doggy.
I have more broken stitches here than there
Oh the woes of my life, I’m a sad shoe in despair.
Today’s theme is “something you found.” What did you find? Where did you find it? What did you (or are you going to) do with it? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to about something you found.
“Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.” ― W.B. Yeats
I’m thinking this isn’t what you had in mind with the prompt but it is something I found. Cancer is an intimidating disease and often with that diagnosis you discover more than you bargain for with all the chaos. People you really thought were your friends kinda disappear or suddenly have less availability to talk or worse blow you off completely. If you haven’t had cancer this probably doesn’t make a lot of sense so I’ll try to explain. It’s so important to have an inner circle, people who will be supportive whether it be emotionally or physically. Its not a daily obligation just knowing they’re there.
What I found out people are quick to respond but than over time disappear. It hurts but its not the end of the world because interestingly people you didn’t expect step up. It is, what it is.
“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”
― Alexander Pope
What am I going to do with this new knowledge, I don’t know if its new knowledge or just the nature of people but it’s so important to live in the moment and not take things for granted nor expect things of people. Some have the maturity to handle it and some don’t. I learned that lesson too recently, a person who I really thought wasn’t mature enough to be helpful actually has surprised me.
The most important thing I found was that I need to be true to myself, all the other parts will fall where they may. With that I mind I remembered a poem I wrote about what makes me, me. That’s something else I found… I like me.
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono
A lady I knew in Maine, my rival when it came to Halloween decorations passed away unexpectedly yesterday. We’re the same age, and our children are the same ages. I was reminded how short our lives truly are.
I want to take a moment for the families in Texas whose world was turned upside down in a moment of violence. They are in our prayers. I don’t understand why anyone would do that to another human being.
I’ve written 8650 words, monumental for me in 5 days. I was feeling overwhelmed with my character so I decided to take a mental health break. I made a Thanksgiving centerpiece wreath for our table. It went to together easy enough considering this is my very first attempt at making a wreath. (Yup, I followed a youtube video.) The glitter all over the floor was messy and everywhere with help from Macavity. Overall the project took just over two hours from start to finish and the result was very eye appealing.
The Mistletoe Murder
of
Philosophers and
Other Lovers
in what once
was a nation
now
A Gambler’s Anatomy
In this
City of Dreams
Where America Begins
Judge Not
The Whistler
The Man Who Chose
To Exile
Rogue Heroes
In the
March of the Lexicon
Surprise
Words on the Move
Cruel Beautiful World
It’s no longer
Seriously Sweet
When Music Was Life and Death
I followed the same recipe except I added 1/2 cup more flour to compensate for the fruit. I added 1 cup of finely chopped rhubarb and 1 cup of chopped strawberries 🍓 and the zest of one halo tangerines and then I finished peeling it and chopped it up. I baked them on 400 just like the original recipe but for 20 minutes because they were wetter than when I used the dried fruit and nuts. I love how they’re tart and sweet.
A cool momma always
becomes a child’s best
consistent companion
during difficult times
encouraging and supportive
A cool momma
finds ways to make
good and fun things
happen when needed most
invests herself without
juggling too much
A cool momma has
kisses and hugs in abundance
love shines like honey on a comb
multiplying over time and
nurtured just right
only to improve with time
A cool momma
propels us on a course
quintessentially perfect
regaling us with directions to
sail through life’s obstacles
taking strides confident
united universally on a mission
A cool momma is
vital to a child’s success
without ever losing sight
xenia rocks way
yelling joyfully
zealous always
Midnight approaches with dizzying speed
As find myself amidst a party of strangers
Drinking champagne
And trying not to get tipsy.
I look for a man worthy of my kiss.
Gone are the days when a knight in shining armor
Would ride in on his white horse
And sweep you off your feet.
Now I search the faces marred by time and experience
They mirror my own;
Which I have wrapped in resolutions
That can only grasp at the hope of becoming….
That healthier woman
Who has lost those stubborn 20 pounds.
That adventurous woman
Who has shaken off the chains of fear and anxiety
And found happiness in her heart’s desires.
That beautiful woman
Who has escaped the ravages of time
And seems to shine with an inner light.
It all seems so out of reach…
But the New Year approaches with promise
And one must rise to the occasion
Letting hope and dreams dance
In the limelight of possibility.
Carolyn is a dear friend of mine on Writing.com. I enjoy reading her poetry, short stories and her blog entries. This poem won a recent contest on WDC.
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