Category Archives: Horatiodet

February Poetry #16

…to poetry

so much more than rhyme,
metered feet and syllables
muse inspired moments in time
jumbled thoughts, scribbles
when it comes together…magical

~kat


February Poem #15

Well, I noticed that I completely lost my mind yesterday regarding the format of my fancy invented poetry form, the horatiodet, and missed the mark. I suppose I could blame it on a chocolate high, but after perusing the other offerings this month it seems I’ve missed it a few times! Apparently the horatiodet is harder to pull off than it looks! In yesterday’s case, the final line should have rhymed with the previous line, not the first. As a reminder, the horatiodet is a 5-line mini ode with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb (not ababa). At any rate, my mistake did not seem to diminish the effectiveness of the poem. But time to get back on track, no looking back, no regrets…

…to amended regrets

if i could i would

forgive myself, my mistakes,

leave the past behind, i should,

but stalled in the wake

of regret there are amends to make

~kat


February Poem #14

bitter dark or sweet,
liquid or in solid form
more than just a luscious treat
it’s really food porn
one taste is pure bliss, endorphin steeped

~kat


February Poem #13

…to retirement

it is a pipe dream
to believe retirement’s
for working class fools like me
only top percent
elites will live the lives we have dreamt

~kat

So…I was perusing an online newsfeed and came upon an article that was titled, “What It Costs to Retire Comfortably in Every State”. I knew I should have just scrolled on by. But nooooo. I had to have a look. According to the numbers I should expect to spend more than I am currently earning per year for every year I am retired. And of course have a retirement nest egg of over $1 Million in the bank. Needless to say, I am never going to be able to afford to retire comfortably. If I do manage to downsize and outlive my menagerie of pets, I should be able to survive at least. If republicans manage to take back control and eliminate Medicare and Medicaid in the next several years, retirement will be out of the question. How a country cares for its young and the elderly, the most vulnerable, minorities and the disabled, says a lot about who they are. This is who we are. And I know I’m not alone. The older I get the less afraid I am of death. But retirement? That scares the crap out of me!


February Poem #12

..to sliced bread

it’s the greatest thing
since, well, ever since before
we wrapped it up for selling
stale-cold at the store
as if slicing it warm is a chore

~kat


Did you know? Here’s a bit of history from Wikipedia.

Otto Frederick Rohwedder of Davenport, Iowa, United States, invented the first single loaf bread-slicing machine. A prototype he built in 1912 was destroyed in a fire[1] and it was not until 1928 that Rohwedder had a fully working machine ready. The first commercial use of the machine was by the Chillicothe Baking Company of Chillicothe, Missouri, which sold their first slices on July 7, 1928. Their product, “Kleen Maid Sliced Bread”, proved to be a success. Battle Creek, Michigan, has a competing claim as the first city to sell bread sliced by Rohwedder’s machine; however, historians have produced no documentation backing up Battle Creek’s claim. The bread was advertised as “the greatest forward step in the baking industry since bread was wrapped.”

As commercially sliced bread resulted in uniform and somewhat thinner slices, people ate more slices of bread at a time, and ate bread more frequently, because of the ease of eating another piece of bread. This increased consumption of bread and, in turn, increased consumption of spreads, such as jam, to put on the bread.

During 1943, U.S. officials imposed a short-lived ban on sliced bread as a wartime conservation measure. After only two months amidst public outcry, notably from housewives, on March 8, 1943, the ban was rescinded. Officials claimed they did not reap the benefits they had hoped to by banning it.

The phrase “the greatest thing since sliced bread” is a common hyperbole used to praise an invention or development. A writer for The Kansas City Star wrote that “the phrase is the ultimate depiction of innovative achievement and American know-how.”

There’s more about sliced bread HERE.


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