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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spy on: February 12, 2018, 07:09:48 AM
John Le Carrťís got another one
Itís on hold at the library
A nest of spies or some such thing
Iíll remember when it comes in.

Karla again in some new scheme
The dead drop and all of the tradecraft
The sad story of use and betrayal
The hollowness when itís all over.

Not like today, the elections op
On facebook, on tv, on twitter
Electronic hack of voter roles
Wreck of a nation while it is looking.

Or maybe itís similar, just more democratic
To swindle us out of our votes
Who feels empty, who feels ashamed
At betrayal of all that is decent?

MOSSAD lost a source in the thick of things
45* gave it away
Not much investment for all of Syria
Thatís why these spies all get paid.

MOSSAD is luckily not known for vengeance
I think with my tongue in my cheek
Not known for vengeance Ďtill it arrives
Arrives for illegitimate 45.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / tent on: February 12, 2018, 06:52:01 AM
Poles are bent for a modern tent
Poles of thin fiberglass
Elastic cord threaded through sections
Twelve feet, maybe longer.

Poles are bent like a fishing rod
Their flex part of the tension
No longer stretched canvas staked down tight
The poles shape the ripstop nylon.

The tent is screened against mosquitos
Or flies or even rabbits
Itís topped with a fly to keep off the rain
Itís a compact sheltering thing.

Winslow Homer painted some tents
Along with staring Union soldiers
Stare over the camp as evening comes
One more day until the next battle.

Tents of canvas pitched on stiff poles
Sticks that they cut for forage
Canvas tents and wool uniforms
Some singing beside the fire.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / tulip on: February 12, 2018, 06:41:25 AM
Tulips come late after daffodils
After violets, dandelions and crocus
Tulips come late and stand in a bunch
Shy as gaudy wallflowers.

Tulips bloom well into the Spring
They need help to shed speared Autumn leaves
Tulips bloom when bees buzz around
And cup them so elegantly.

Most bouquets display a side view
The cup shape daubed in bright color
The view of the bee, stripes and stamen
Thatís the shock of the tulip flower.

Wallflowers huddle, a well shaped bouquet
Huddle in the May breeze
Wallflowers huddle but bees draw them out
Their insides are ready to please.

But they came to dance, not daisy nor rose
Not ragweed nor blooms of the Summer
They came to dance the rites of Spring
Though tardy, thatís still a brave flower.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / donut on: February 12, 2018, 06:26:28 AM
If not a donut, then what?
I ask of a quick breakfast
A donut and coffee like a beat cop
A breakfast then out on the street.

Iíve made the donuts a time or two
Their doughy rings sizzling in oil
Itís not much different from making spice cake
But thicker than a baking batter.

Hot donuts draining on paper plates
The kitchen hot from the oil
A project for Winter in Crispy Cream land
Real donuts are not baked, they are fried.

My donut holes are in the shape of a heart
The cookie cutter for Valentineís
Sprinkled with cinnamon mixed with sugar
Theyíre sweethearts cooled in a line.

A sweetheart fried in sizzling oil
Fished out with a slotted spoon
Cooled on a plate and sprinkled
A gift of the heart meant for you.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / New Orleans on: February 08, 2018, 06:20:56 AM
Sure smells like hatred, shooting people in a flood
Snakes and fire ants floating by
Sure smells like hatred, bloating bodies
Bloating bodies left out for the flies.

Katrinaís America, Heck of a job
The stadium filling with shit
Katrinaís America, Got to get with it
Call them looters for target practice.

Refugees in Maryland, refugees in Texas
Private interests taking over the schools
People smile when the Saints could still win at football
But neighborhoods still rot after all.

People sicken in trailers from formica glue
Their neighbors scattered all away
Katrinaís America, unprepared, unready
To care for her peopleís greatest songs.

Katrinaís America, Heck of a job
Next you need some more foreign war
Katrinaís America, fallen on the floor
TV on, choking on a pretzel.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / ankle on: February 08, 2018, 06:08:02 AM
Moped on grass, moped on a hill
Mopend out of control
Moped crash on ankle
Limping from that day forth.

Limping the Summer on into the Fall
Trying to get back the stride
By Winter it just sore in the cold
Itíll bend most of the time.

Itíll come back after a mile
A mile of running
A shift, a crack, the pain is back
Trick ankle and lagging feet.

Thereís a hitch in the stride, a preference for bikes
For swimming, for the glide of skiing
The tight laces of ice skates
The ankle support, not running, not running too far.

Thirty years on, a triathlon
Ankle wrap done up tight
Ahead on the swim, OK with the bike
Dead last on the triathlon run.

Moped on grass, moped on a hill
Moped out of control
Donít crash a moped on an ankle
Wreck your stride for forever more.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / aisle on: February 08, 2018, 05:56:38 AM
Runner gets worn down the center aisle
Maybe tornado damage lets it lie
Itís an old church in a new spot, new for a hundred years
Some wear and tear is always going to come.

The tornado broke the roof over the altar
But it flattened everything across the street
An aisle of destruction down to the dirt
The stone church mostly made it through.

The runner is threadbear between polished pews
Maybe you wonít notice, the light is dim
Dark pews and dark rafters, thick wooden beams
Light from the turn of the century.

On Palm Sunday thereís marching all around the church
Procession that leads to that aisle
All Glory Laud and Honor from the organ
The congregation not looking at their feet.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / doctor on: February 08, 2018, 05:40:14 AM
They call me doctor sometimes
Though I only heal with love
Tame a dog thatís gone wild
Heal a wifeís childhood.

They call me doctor sometimes
But itís just a PhD
No scalpel or surgery
No needle nurse for me.

I donít have a nurse
I donít smell like antiseptic
Some days I donít even shower
When the weatherís cool.

Iím not up in your face
Donít show a bedside manner
Iím not whom you hope for
When you want a doctor.

But still I know a few things
And sometimes Iíve known them first
Someoneís got to do it
Thatís how discovery works.

And now Iím writing new songs
And learning music too
Old guys donít do new math
But they can do new tunes.

There arenít too many surgeons
Whoíll cure you with a song
Take away your sorrow
Bring your joy along.

So maybe this doctor
Will still heal a few
Singing out the memories
Curing them old blues.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / checkbook on: February 08, 2018, 05:26:28 AM
A wallet like a mousetrap, hard to pry open
Hard to open to spend a dollar
A wallet like a bank vault, so tightly sealed
No use for spending at all.

And so it is with a checkbook, just try to lay it flat
Try to bring down a ballpoint pen
Its spine resists, must be forced down
The pen tries to thread tiny lines.

A checkbook at the grocery store, itís bound to jump
Jump and land on the floor
A line seven deep waits impatiently
For the scribbling to finely be complete.

And yet theyíll sell you vanity with a desertscape
Pastel cactus and boulders so faint
Pay a little extra for these faded images
And still awkward to write all the same.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / padlock on: February 03, 2018, 06:58:35 AM
Locked on the hasp, keyless padlock
One day itíll need the bolt cutters
Thereís no chance at all the key will be found
But still the forlorn hope lingers.

A shed in a barn thatís never used
No one remembers whatís in it
No ring of keys carries it match
The padlock hangs and gets dusty.

How many rooms of the mind are the same
Locked storage without any key
Not for sorrow or terror or such
Just forgotten, not worth recall.

Someone whoís young, not yet born
Shall open this hole with the cutters
A sense of discovery, a sense of wonder
Shall guide him to brave the spiders.

Heíll find what I found before I got lazy
Heíll find old letters or books
Glass insulators from the dawn of power
The antiques of little worth.

Heíll wonder as I did on life back then
Heíll poke and sniff and read
Heíll wonder a bit but most likely
Heíll lock it away in his mind.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / dolphin on: February 03, 2018, 06:42:26 AM
Bottlenose dolphins corse the bow wave
Streak in the wavesí glitter
Rising to blow once in a while
Enjoying the rolling boatís motion.

Dolphins in waves, playing in surf
Rolling out at the last moment
Dolphins in schools off Mākaha
And the sea turtles swimming together.

Joy of the dolphin leaping in air
Itís cackling way of talking
They play with computers on the windward side
They even preen in a mirror.

Stampede the fish school with rings of bubbles
Force them tight then make them dinner
Who needs a hook, who needs a net
The fish flocks will come to the calling.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / window pane on: February 01, 2018, 04:49:01 AM
Walking away, trudging away
Rain streaming down, walking away
No jacket, no hat, rain matting your hair
Pain of parting through this window pane.

Wind in your face, rain on the pane
Rivulets that stream with my tears
Wind and rain blocked by the pane
You fading off into the grey.

Some windows bring light, some give a view
Of whoís on the porch, whoís coming for you
This window pane, spattered with rain
The ghost of a marriage fading from view.

The rain brings the Spring, now sooner than April
Glues leaves to the ground in the wind
Itís driven cold in a dark grey
Spatters the pane and you walk away.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / notebook on: January 31, 2018, 06:47:35 AM
When the axe handle broke, Kaiís father told him
Theyíd just make another
The model for axe handles would be close at hand
Like the model boys have in their fathers.

Imagine the shaping, the three foot length
Taking corners off with the hatchet
Thinning it down, the balance checked
Fitting it to the axe head.

Itís not the same with notebook and pen
The paper resembles no story
The tool and the product so mismatched
A quill is just not itís scribbles.

Shelves of notebooks, perhaps labeled in rows
Do not resemble their contents
They do not break, they only fill up
Use their blankness, not their remnants.

An axe builds a house, a privy, a fire
A notebook may build revolution
An axe looks like the sticks itís swung to strike
A notebook like none it inspires.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / zoo on: January 31, 2018, 06:32:56 AM
Thereís plenty to do when you get to the zoo
The sunbeams will wave toodloo
And a mouth breathing cheetah will stare you down
With a flick of a heavy tail.

Knuckle dragging in the way of the chimp
The apes and orangutans
Youíll see yourself in anthropoid eyes
The fingers and toes and the sighs.

Thereís plenty to do when you get to the zoo
Thereís the swing of the elephantís trunk
And just as thick and just as long
The boa at sinuous ease.

Walk the pathways over contoured ground
See the panda as you look down
Feed the seals their herring fish
Let the aviary fill up with sound.

The things that you do when you get to the zoo
The watching and gawking and squint
But at some point, youíve got to think
Youíre pacing in a cage too.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spotlight on: January 23, 2018, 06:14:42 AM
Thereís a new lighting board, same old spotlight
Computer presets, same hand grips
The tech booth high with itís small balcony
And the bright spotlight when she sings.

Itís the musical shows, not the old comedies
That boil down to the solo
That tear bringing feeling, the vulnerable waif
With pipes as good as an organ.

Itís an old spotlight, forebrightens the song
The aperture leaks when it warms up
But itís all good, the hint in advance
This is just how a show goes.

And the song that is sung, oh where is love
Or how some eveningís enchanted
It will rest in the heart for ages now
The song that will haunt your dreaming.
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