Old Pete had a hankering for booze
Spending many a night quite confused
But he vowed he would quit
when his wife threw a fit
She was Joan, but his tattoo said Sue!
kat ~ 17 February 2016
A limerick for Rashmi’s of Mind and Life Matters weekly Limerick Challenge. The Prompt Word is “Apsire”. Today I am using the synonym “Hanker”. If you would like to read others Limericks or enter your own click HERE.
(For the sake of the reader, the following account has been translated into English)
Photo Credit: Al Forbes
“Earth Fleet Andromeda…come in Ensign Gorp, we’ve received reports of a re-entry error.”
“Perhaps we should have delayed Ensign Gorp’s solo mission, Admiral. It’s critical that he corrects this error before the earth cows get eaten by African lions. We may already be too late!”
“Come in Gorp! This is Admiral Zing. Gorp?”
“Yes sir, Ensign Gorp sir, reporting.”
“Gorp, your mission was to return the African Rhinos to Africa and the cows to the farm on the American continent.”
“Yes sir! I recorded it in Andromeda’s flight log. Cows to Africa…oops!”
“Gorp it is imperative that you remedy this error immediately!
“Yes sir. I’m on it, sir!”
Gorp laser-lifted the Rhinos from the farm and zipped at light speed to Africa. With the rhinos returned, Gorp descended into hover mode.
As he approached a small village he spotted the cows. They were adorned with bells and flower garlands. Earthlings were dancing wildly around them. Gorp employed the atomic strobes, temporarily blinding the earthlings, and extracted the cows.
Back on the farm Joe Dudley was doing his morning walk-about when he saw them.
“Minnie,” he yelled back to the house, “you’re gonna want to see this.”
kat ~ 16 February 2016
(198 Words)
This recreation of a fictional event was penned in response to the photo prompt above by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction. Read other stories or enter your own by clicking HERE.
Photo Credit: Kat Myrman 2014
Happy Valentine’s Day Sunday! If I may wax poetic, this week’s ReVerse is rather poetic…poetic in its melancholic musings, sentimental walks down lanes of memories wrapped in chocolate and flowers. Did I plan this? Most certainly not! It is a game the Muse plays with me. How very clever of her, don’t you think?
Not to worry, the week wasn’t all sappy and sweet. There were hints of poetic justice as well. Enter the scoundrels…the handsome blind date (or was he just a rude stalker!), politicians (no comment…), time…if time was a scoundrel (I have no doubt that our modern electronic clocks have an evil plan to drive us all crazy!), scary nature (requiring a safety net of creature comforts for those brave souls who venture off the grid), the corporate scoundrel…jerk! creep! *#%%%*#!!!!! (forgive me…too soon), and finally Jack Frost (well, he was certainly implied. Soon to sweep the blush from the daffodils.) As exciting as all this has been…what do I do? I take photographs!
I’m going to digress for a bit…but I promise to bring it home…trust me.
The greatest technology of the 21st Century for me is the phone camera! A few decades ago, I did labor in the bowels of my amber-lit basement, elbow deep in smelly chemicals developing my own photographs. Editing required cutting and pasting (really!…cutting with scissors and pasting with glue), re-photographing and developing. All things being digital has opened up a whole new world to us all.
But here’s the thing…yes, there is a thing…
My last story this week reminded me of a lost art that needs a revisit…letter writing. Lovely handwritten notes on pretty paper penned by one’s favorite pen (for me it is a fountain pen loaded with cerulean blue ink). I even read last week that schools are considering dropping cursive writing lessons from their curriculum! A very sad turn of events indeed!
And so as I look forward to next week, I’m planning to pen a few letters to those friends who do not frequent social media…and maybe even a few who are digitally savvy. I have become woefully out of touch with them. What better day for inspiration than today, Valentine’s Day! Join me if you’d like. If there is one thing I’ve learned in life it is this, those who love you don’t want your chocolates or flowers…they want your words…<3
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 14 February 2016
A treasured timepiece,
here or hereafter.
sweet dreams to all you dreamers.
They are forever etched on my heart
She always reserved room for chocolate.
He knew she was lying.
fair blooms in waiting.
you certainly cannot win
abstaining from all pleasure
take a moment to breathe
proving their own lack.
She had the last laugh.
to appear able
a luddite’s nightmare!
But not without a backpack of creature comforts.
He took credit for her work.
So I took a photograph for you.
~ kat
If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean slate.
Photo Credit: Michael Hull
She answered Nature’s call to return.
To lose herself, embraced by wild verdant lushness.
But not without a backpack of creature comforts.
~kat – 13 February 2016
Numbers flash crimson
L.E.D.’s demand reboots…
a luddite’s nightmare!
kat 13 February 2016
This haiku is in response to TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge. This week’s challenge prompt: house number. I live in an old house prone to electrical surges. As you can imagine, technology is not my friend when it comes to the clocks everywhere from each appliance in my kitchen to alarm clocks to cable boxes!!! It’s a nightmare!!! 😳 And just when I get them all changed…another surge!!!
Read more haiku by the numbers HERE.
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