End Of Summer

It is the trailing edge of summer and ever since we saw that water snake in our local swimming hole, nobody wants to swim there anymore.  It used to be a place where we would all go to relax, but now our heightened senses have caused an overload and this once peaceful paradise is not the same.  We still go there to hang out, but everyone is too frightened to jump in, even though we learned that they are non poisonous.  We saw it creep out of the water one day to eat a frog, which was very problematic to watch.  The holidays are coming, but I wish the summer would never end.  Next week it is back to school for all of us, it is inevitable we are going back, even though this is against our will.

The weather will change and playing outside will be replaced by doing homework, watching more TV and whatever indoor Olympics we come up with.  I broke my wrist at the trampoline park called Sky Zone and now I am wearing a cast.  I guess all in all it was a pretty good summer, as my Aunt invited me to visit her at her home in Pebble Beach and we went to the Shakespeare festival where we saw Comedy Of Errors.  She makes a delicious chicken noodle soup and sometimes you just have to let summer go, but with a few days left, I haven’t written this one off yet,

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Errors & Problematic, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Wrist, for the Daily Spur prompt – Holidays, for FOWC with Fandango – Written, for Go Dog Go Café Christine Prompt – Against our will, for Go Dog Go Café Tuesday Prompt – Edge of summer, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Heightened senses, for Ragtag Community – Pebble, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Indoor Olympics, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Creep Wish Soup, for Sue Vincent’s August 22, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Pool and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Zone.

A Lost Art

I got an email today, which was an informal letter
Everybody texts now, and nobody knits a sweater
Electronic media has replaced what was once handwritten
Even the frostbitten kitten that is living in Great Britain
Things change, out with the old and in with the new
WTF, has the whole world gone askew
Emails can be saved but most are often deleted
An endless supply in my inbox, never depleted
Letter writing has become a lost art
Email made the letter fall apart

Written for Paula’s Thursday Inspiration 18 where this week’s theme is letter.

What About Weeds

I guess that I was a strange kid, as I wrote a poem about a weed when all the other children wrote poems about flowers.  It wasn’t a very good poem, but I was only in Grade School.  It was a rhyming poem and it went something like this.  You know what, I am still strange.

I think that the weed will succeed
Even though it came from a tiny seed
Flowers may lead, but the weed is freed
I have decreed that the weed shall lead
I will wear my tweed and bleed
Don’t make me plead, just do the deed
Take heed and mount your steed
They agreed to proceed with the stampede
There is no need to read about greed
Ganymede made friends with a centipede
The cat ran with all its speed, but it got treed
God decreed, let there be weed

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver – #237 – August 22 – Weeds.

Come See My Etchings

Back in the 60s, this was the line I used to seduce innocent young girls to get them into my room, so they would feel that it was proper to be alone with me.  After a night of shared passion, one girl actually asked me where my etchings were, which puzzled me as every other girl knew exactly what my intentions were.  I was in trouble, as I had no scintilla of artistic talent, so I showed her a picture of a flowerbed that my 8 year old niece drew.  She said that it was nothing more than masterful scribblings, and she did not consider it to be art.  I came clean with her and told her that I was a busboy and not an artist and that I only lied to show her that I had a sense of humor.

She told me that she was a lawyer and that she could sue me for false pretenses, because I misrepresented myself.  I told her that I had never gotten any complaints before from any of the other women who I lured up to my room to have sex with and I told her that it looked like she needed to unwind and said that I could rub her back for her.  She said that she wasn’t having any of that and she wasn’t about to be duped again.  I inquired about the trip or flight that she mentioned that she was taking and said that I could give her a pre-travel massage to help to loosen up and relax her muscles, as well as increase her circulation.  She reluctantly agreed and when I started taking my clothes off she told me that I should go on a diet.  I asked her if she wanted me to massage her breasts and she said fine, but don’t forget my beaver.  I told her no problem and said that I was happy that the beaver population was coming back in Maryland.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Trouble, for the Daily Spur prompt – Trip, for FOWC with Fandango – Diet, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Masterful scribblings, for Ragtag Community – Scintilla, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Sense of Humor, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Busboy Flowerbed Maryland, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts – Unwind and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Flight.

On Its Last Legs

I will have to cut down on my posting till my new computer arrives which won’t happen for a few weeks yet. My current one has been acting up, as the power supply won’t stop buzzing, which drives me crazy.  My Outlook crashed and now I have to view my email on the internet, which is a pain in the butt.  When a runner finishes a marathon their wobbly and exhausted legs feel like they are about to crumple, and this fatigue is how my inanimate computer feels now. It is screaming out, let me die and buy a new one!

Written for Linda G. Hill Life in progress One-Liner Wednesday – August 21 prompt.

I Am Feeling Some Love

Love is all around
Without love there is nothing
Celebrate romance

Spending time together
Top of the Eiffel Tower
The scent of flowers

Only one for me
Lovers at Niagara Falls
Love is possible

Triggered by pheromones
Contagious positive vibe
In love forever

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 21st 2019, love ultimate.

New Words

New words keep getting invented for the English language every day and over time and if they get enough usage, these words will eventually make it into the official dictionary.  Buzzy is a new word that can be used for something that generates attention and gets you talking it.  The word sheeple is now an official word which was derived from the portmanteau of “sheep” and “people,” and it is a person who exhibits herd-like and conformist behaviors, a despicable mainstream zombie bastard who goes with the crowd and refuses to think for themselves, thus being anything other than someone who is genuine and virtuous.  To throw shade refers to someone publicly criticizing or expressing contempt towards another person with little or no one else catching the insult except the person who it was directed at and this is likely to agitate them because it was meant to be contentious.

Nonversation is useless small talk that teenage girls seem to have a gift for.  The term side-eye is a gesture where you give someone a disapproving look with sideways glances of your eyes to show that you’re annoyed and don’t approve of them or their behavior.  The word plug was a word used by sailors on boats to fix leaky situations but later it gained an electrical connection referring to an outlet however the words plug-in and unplugged have become relatively new words.  You will improve and expand your vocabulary, when you learn to use new words and this can be done when you are home at your desk, or if you are outside in a park.  Improving your vocabulary can make your writing more powerful and more effective and help you say exactly what you mean, but you cannot start off at a gallop, so just try to slip in the new word when you feel the opportunity is right.

One of the most powerful tools for learning new words and for deciphering the meaning of other new words is to study their Latin and Greek roots.  Dioscorides the Greek physician, pharmacologist, botanist provided the name licorice, because he thought it was a sweet root, so he coined its genus name, Glycyrrhiza with the Greek word glukos meaning sweet and riza meaning root.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Contentious, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Gift, for the Daily Spur prompt – Desk, for FOWC with Fandango – Plug, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Genuine and virtuous, for Ragtag Community – Agitate, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Park Gallop Licorice and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Gesture.