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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 / altar 3 on: April 18, 2018, 05:33:02 AM
Left standing at the altar, the discarded groom
Fallen flower petals swept up with a broom
This wedding over before it begins
No bride, no wedding, no happy ending.

The altar alone, the hard block of stone
No celebration today
They call it cold feet but it must be more
No faith in a future more than fear.

The petals fall from a few flowers
That cluster around the groom
He waits by the altar as guests slide away
Heís numb, heís blind, heís all gone.

At the American Legion, theyíve rented the hall
Thereís food, cake and a band
But the altar blocks him, he cannot pass
No bride, no party, he just stands.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / stone 3 on: April 18, 2018, 05:25:03 AM
Show me the stone, ye without sin
And the cherry without no stone
The jawbone without no chin
The chicken that has no bone.

Cast the stone in a bowl of tin
A stone with no knucklebones
Cast the stone, ye without sin
Be the first to hear the groan.

Groan of despair, the news written there
In runes delphic and fraught
Give to despair all that you dare
The fate is known and youíre caught.

The stone will say to the very day
To the hour, oh ye without sin
The stone you cast has fallen away
In its patterns your end now begins.

You cast the stone, you cast the die
You read fate in the knucklebones
You blind your own eyes as fate comes alive
To carry you back to sinís home.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / brownie 3 on: April 18, 2018, 05:15:13 AM
Tongue crumble of the corner piece
Soft point to the chewy edge
Salt taste of brownie give the tongue pledge
Of the chocolateís stronger release.

Release of the flavor
The sweet and the smoke
Chocolate in crumbles on tongue
Mouth roof feeling how they smooth.

Baked scent of brownie on the corner piece
The chew of the edge on the teeth
Hand held to catch crumbs from the flaking top
A brownie eaten in Fall.

Autumn has its stories, flavors and songs
The stadiums and colors of leaves
Autumn has such things and a warm kitchen
Brownies bake in pyrex mid-rack.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / bronco 3 on: April 18, 2018, 05:05:56 AM
Broken bronco, steed of the plains
Herder of heads of cattle
Saddle and bridle, bit to bite
Tail to swish on the trail.

On the long drive, the tail gets matted
Not just riders get saddle sores
Raw back from the ride, long cattle drive
To the railhead and payday and more.

Smell of the cattle, smoke of the fire
Harmonica and fiddle together
Trail music played in three four
Trot rhythm out under the moon.

Thereís a song to sing from Stockbridge to Boston
A song where the berkshires do roll
But thatís not the song of the broken bronco
Past the fire where the doogies night low.

Smell of the cattle, smoke of the fire
The crickets sing the old song
Broken bronco, hobbled at night
To the trail once more in the morn.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / swing set 3 on: April 18, 2018, 04:54:36 AM
Swing set at sunset, call of the moms
For dinner, for washing hands
Let the swing settle, no dragging feet
Stretch the time as a pendulum bob.

Folcolst has his long pendulum swing
It swings and it turns in the air
Leaving its trace of fine white sand
The pattern to show the world turns.

Swing on the swing set, slowing down
The dinner call is now the past
The slowing swing, but each pass the same thing
A beat, a pulse, it declares.

Swing of the bob of the grandfather clock
It hitches a gear on each pass
Chain weights drive it the other way
It swings, but does not slow down.

Now the swing is a nearly still thing
Should have jumped when it still moved
Step off in the dust where feet scrape
Now run or you will be late.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / mascara 2 on: April 18, 2018, 04:42:47 AM
The macarenaís a dance not too like disco
Or the slow stepping electric slide
Soul train, band stand, Fred and Ginger
But mascara must accent the eyes.

Dress for the dance thatís danced face to face
Less for the dance in the line
Disco shirt, band stand bell bottoms
Fred in his tails and his eyes.

And so dress the face, the powdered nose
Lipstick that slaps on quick
Quick in the steps, quick in the grind
Quick in the flash of the eyes.

Plain face for the contra dance
Fresh face may say it better
Itís the shape of the dance, the dosidoes
That bring joy to the dancing floor.

The glace at the feet, meeting of hands
The twirl to the next partner
Itís not in the eyes, these dances of form
The cheek flush is all that is needed.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spy 3 on: April 12, 2018, 07:39:48 AM
Silly spy slithering thus
Through air ducts in the ceiling
Silly spy, what secrets have I
For your efforts to be bearing.

You sneak in secret
Slide in shadows not to be seen
Your secret drama clenches your heart
But thereís nothing for you to see.

Better you schlep to work each day
Sell groceries as a cashier
Live in fantasy while being useful
Than this slithering life in the shadows.

Once in a tux you gambled big time
But you used here Majestyís money
What a waste, the glance at the cards
Not your stake, just a fake, like your clothes.

Slither on silly spy spy
Slither into good graces
Of those you serve who knew anyway
Any secrets you every might bring them.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / tent 3 on: April 12, 2018, 07:30:27 AM
A mosquito canopy, a folding cot
Thatís camping in style at the beach
A warm summer breeze blows through the net
While bugs stay out and donít leach.

At night the hoses fall asleep too
Their plods donít add to night noise
Sound of surf in a miles long line
Is the sound of the night past the dune.

Horses will neigh at the break of day
Call to say where theyíre at
Theyíll pass the campsite in a slow plod line
Browsing on this and that passing.

Donít tent a table or any food
When camping on Assateague
Horses explore all that smells
They scavenge and donít respect tents.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / tulip 4 on: April 12, 2018, 07:21:56 AM
Cluster of red now in April
Ahead of some daffodils
Early tulips while thin snow
Makes a sad dance in the air.

Early tulips while violets bloom
Next weíll see gladiolas
Compete for red, compete for height
Compete for early blooming.

Unsettled season, unsettled birds
The woodpeckerís scooping flight
Theyíre cutting trees while eaglets hatch
Their rules all wrong, off kilter.

The tulips stand in a cluster of red
Thin snow swirls in the air
Speak to the birds, apologize
For the questions your sweet shapes raise.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / donut 3 on: April 12, 2018, 07:14:25 AM
Dogs drive for donuts when donuts get stale
Jump and twirl and prance
Dogs love a donut out on the deck
Where dogs do the donut dance.

Donuts get stale because of my greed
I take too many to eat
Theyíd feed chickens otherwise
So dogs end up with a treat.

Donuts for dogs, not my true plan
For them I bring blueberry scones
The scone dance is a prance
But for donuts youíll see more leaps.

Leaps for the thing I also eat
Itís the sharing that makes them feel light
Dogs giddy for donuts Ďcause I eat them too
Dogs dance and prance with delight.

A sack of donuts from the food pantry
Where not all is given away
When thereís a line out to the street
Some donuts will still remain.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / New Orleans 3 on: April 12, 2018, 07:04:56 AM
Riverís end, old New Orleans
The town where the mint
Got a new flag torn to shreds
Where Farragut hung a traitor.

Screening a river is a Navy job
New Orleans makes quite a base
To choke out confederates, stop their supplies
New Orleans was the town to take.

Skirmish in Virginia, stage land battles
Charge through the Wilderness
Antietam, Frederick, Gettysburg
But New Orleans had to be firm.

So Farragut hung the slimy traitor
Though he fought for the other side
He ripped down the flag from the Federal building
So he swung by the neck Ďtill he died.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / ankle 3 on: April 12, 2018, 06:52:45 AM
Sunk to the ankle
In sliding surf
Sun in its sky on the ground
Rippled in sliding foam.

Rush of waves, the vertigo
Vertigo of changing ground
Deeper the feet plant in the sand
As the breakers continue to sound.

Sand between toes, pull of the wash
Thrown up then sheet down the beach
Sink as I stand into the sand
As the water erodes it again.

Each wash of a wave waves a cool breeze
To the knees, to the hips, to the chest
Carries the mist of the breaking
Then the Sun drives the heat back at it.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / aisle 3 on: April 12, 2018, 06:43:08 AM
Aisle of isles, the Aleutian chain
Where crab boats go to founder
Alaskan crab in cubes of crab traps
That fly on the deck in the pounders.

Strong steel ships, some old cutters
Head North from Seatac harbor
Steel crab boats head to the shores
Wild surf, wind, ice and wonder.

Aisle of isles, land bridgeís remains
First people crossed there with dry feet
Aisle of isles now foundered themselves
The ice of the land washed away.

Eleven thousand years, before Egypt
Before Ur or Nimrod and such
The land bridge connected two continents
And people came into the land.

And now throw ships and lives at crabs
In the aisle that still remains
Those ships return, but not every one
Some founder on the island chain.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / doctor 2 on: April 12, 2018, 06:31:53 AM
I remember a dentist, pulled a poor manís teeth
Did it out of compassion, they could not be saved
Pulled them at no charge, pulled them free
After the lawyer, he sold amway.

No harm, no harm, first do no harm, thatís the doctorís way
The oath of Hippocrates, that gets in the way
Of taking chances that the heart urges
The kinder thing is not a thing, a thing a doctor can do.

Not so for lawyers, theyíre bound to pursue wrong
Hurt, for hurts sake is the remedy they seek
Itís adversarial, the client comes first
Suing a doctor can bring a fat purse.

The manís teeth were rotten, but just one aches
The dentist thought to save him pain down the road
But when he pulled all to help with the pain
The lawyer his licence did take.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / checkbook 2 on: April 12, 2018, 06:20:17 AM
Dribble of ink from the pen nib
Ink that sketches the date
The date, the amount, in numbers and words
The signature scrawled at the end.

This paper is smooth, thicker than some
Though not so thick as cardstock
It tears smoothly at the perforation
Itís loose and ready to send.

One last check, after three sixty months
The long term of a mortgage
One last check and that loan is done
Four orders of checkbooks for this,

A time of ending, a time of change
The scrabble reduced in effort
The balance check less crucial from now
The smaller bills less of a scramble.

In the back of a desk there are empty checkbooks
With their record of years of payment
Gathering dust in that slow way
of things shut out from the air.
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