Note: From the last post, you may have gathered that Bad Ass Grandma needed a break from the holiday hoopla. As a result, she has packed her bag and is beginning her travels. After receiving her letters, I gather her first stop is the art museum.
She’s much too serious and no fun at all
and the man? Well, besides being skinny and tall,
he carries a weapon perhaps out of fear
I confess –
there’s no way in hell that I’d want to stay here.
via Confess
I’m back in the sixties
They called me ‘Peacenik’
The stars were alive
and the smoke, it was thick!
There is no proclivity for cleaning the house
at least not for bad ass grandma
she’d rather spend time making a mess
it’s something she fervently plans on.
via Proclivity
He was mild in his manner
and sound in his ways?
Perhaps, but
‘Twas his creative spirit
that was worthy of praise
from my “Ben” series
via Mild
The vastness of the wheat in field
rich soil lays beneath?
No, Layer upon layers splay
To cover up the heath.
Who knows the truth I ask of you
Profound, I tell you this!
Uncovered, unexpected,
Lies a masquerade of bliss.
-CDW
(if these words sound familiar it’s because I posted it a while back and not because it’s a famous poem 🙂 )
photo credit
via Bliss
Badda Assa Grandma
went to the boxing gym
She wrapped her hands, stuck on her gloves, ready to begin
Just as the trainer held up his pads
her specs slipped down so low
she thought she’d jabbed the target
but she’d hit him on the nose.
photoshopped by CDW
A meager end of one’s desires
Helpless, falls within the fires
Softly heard the silent pleas
For targets reached with greater ease.
Bemoan the loss of relinquished goals
That lay defeated upon the coals
As sparks take flight and seconds clash
They cruelly wither and turn to ash.
Rising yet above the flame
Release of who or what to blame
To plant again a seed accrued
From hopes of life and dreams renewed.
-CDW
via Meager
cartoon and photoshop by CD-W
Bada Assa Glam-ma
didn’t strive for eli-gance.
Why bother with the hoo-pla
when she came by it per chance?
photoshopped by CDW
via Elegance
I will gorge myself with feathers
to be light upon my feet
as I traipse across the foothills
shaking every paw I meet
I will stroke the furs with touches
soft and kind will be my voice
as I offer safety, comfort
and a reason to rejoice
But one specific fellow waits
to be uncaged, set free
my precious friend, I’ll be there soon
both rescued, you and me.
For my sweet Cole – a mini-Aussie current with his vaccines – who was sent to quarantine for nipping the Fed-Ex man on our property.
via Gorge
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 