If you can’t get back on the horse
– -well, you can, of course
If you can’t find your way home
you’re not alone
If you can’t lead the horse to water
then, dear granddaughter,
forget about the nag.
‘Cause if you can’t get to the cookie,
eat through the bag!“
and if you bite off more than you can chew
don’t worry, you’ll pull through
Let sleeping dogs lie
and you’ll be fine
‘Cause your guess is as good as mine.
Our mind is but a prayer
of hopes and seasoned dreams
a requiem of buoyant thoughts
afloat on anxious streams.
A life held fast on anchored boat
a bowline knot embraced
to keep our thoughts a litany
of divine and endless grace
On a scale from from one to ten
where do you fit in?
On a scale from high to low
which direction do you go?
On a scale from left to right
undisturbed or too uptight?
On a scale from A to G
what matters is the harmony
Whatever range in which we fall
Quite the keyboard are we all!
Weekly photo challenge: SCALE
You accept not your true self
You stepped, instead
into an guise
and bathed your limbs in bravado
the musky soap of self-deception
Don’t you know
you’re soaked in a false promise
to yourself, unrecognized?
Why shroud yourself in darkness,
within a cloud
of crystalized ice?
Do you not believe in yourself?
Are you afraid of the shadows?
Don’t you know
you’re cloak, soaked in fear
keeps you from paradise?
Shed that tattered, muscled cloak
It never truly keeps you warm.
There is no storm.
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daily prompt: Cloaked
He was a fraud! While his wife did all the work, he took the credit.
While he went out to play with other women, she was locked away for fourteen hours a day to making their living.
He posed for photographs and squandered away the millions his wife made.
The Big Eyes of sad, melancholy children, stared back at Margaret for she was them and they were her. But the subservient Margaret kept quiet.
Until she didn’t.
She divorced Walter in 1965 and finally, in 1970 she told the truth. “I’m the artist of these paintings.”
After the lawsuit, “poor” Walter filed for bankruptcy and faded into his original, untalented self.
To read more about Margaret and Walter Keane, read here.
Daily prompt: Fraud
600 followers? But I’m not even a leader!
Just a mere writer and voracious reader.
Regardless,
I’m a full-fledged non-hater
Evil, I’ve fought
A fine moderator
(except when I’m not)
Profound is my mind
It keeps trains of thought
I’m a woman refined
(except when I’m not)
I’m a top-notch debater
find every weak spot
A master creator
(except when I’m not)
I’m the queen idea lighter
weave interesting plots
I’m an excellent writer
(except when I’m not)
I am quick to recover
heal when I ought
I’m an exceptional lover
(except when I’m not)
I’m an fabulous teacher
all subjects I’ve taught
A perfect-made creature?
I accept I am not.
Accepting this non-exceptional self-portrait
Daily Word Prompt: Exceptional
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
hundreds to choose from in worlds that were written
years ago back when this sketch was created
these were the titles I most celebrated
When the night comes
when the day hums
when I reminisce
I simply remember my favorite books
the ones I could not resist
Do not trespass upon my goldmine
try to uncover, take or polish my gems.
It is my shaft of discovery
waiting only for me
It is my quarry.
Why attempt to tend,
cultivate, till, harvest,
tame a terrain not your own?
I planted the seed
It is my terra firma.
Why mold a clay
with fraudulent hands
spinning, forming
on a potters wheel meant solely for me
when I am the potter of my destiny?
To understand my true legend,
I must do these things on my own.
Daily word prompt: Tame
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 