Take the Plunge

It’s midnight and the water’s deep
so take the plunge
count to three and hold your breath
and take the plunge
don’t worry about the waterfall
just take the plunge
watch your problems drain away
when you take the plunge

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the first two lines of this came to me at about 4am last night when I got up and discovered that the toilet required plunging…so if you change “take” to “use” and “plunge” to “plunger” in all the even numbered lines, the poem becomes more literal ūüôā Of course, it sounds a whole lot more pleasant if you read the poem the way it is written and ignore the clogged toilet bit (by the way, it was a minor clog…no waterfalls were involved…at least not this time.

Lawnmower Man

 

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folks are hunkered down
in bunkers ‘neath the earth
but one brave dude still mows his lawn
and whistles tunes with mirth
“storms won’t stop my chores”
he tells his friends, “becoz’
I really want to go and meet
that wizard guy in Oz”

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a few days ago, a tornado passed near the town of Three Hills, Alberta (Canada). ¬†One brave (insane?) guy decided to continue mowing his lawn, and his wife took this picture. ¬†When asked about why he would continue doing yard work, he told reporters, “I was keeping an eye on it”. ¬†As far as I know, he wasn’t really hoping for a free ride to Oz.

Sharing this with dVerse, where the Quadrille prompt this week is to use the word “storm”

Science!

group of scientists
unravel world’s mysteries –
lost in parking lot

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Today, my 14 year old son had the amazing opportunity to go to Canada Light Source Synchrotron¬†with his school science club to do some experiments. ¬†On the way home, they got stuck in the parking lot…I haven’t heard (yet) all the details, but got to pondering the humour of a group of scientists getting lost in a parking lot…

cavemen in the kitchen

My kids are all neanderthals
you doubt me? Ask their mother!
if they’re not painting on the walls
they’re beating on each other

the other day they must have chased
a mammoth through the kitchen
for all the dishes are displaced
and the noise had me a twitchin’!

my youngest, wearing just a strip
of cloth tied on with wire
is holding sticks with quite a grip
and trying to make fire

they’re savages, it’s plain to see
and sometime they’re a trial
but I love them and they love me!
so I’ll keep them…(for a while)

Dryer Lint

dryer’s lint’s an echo of
stuff I like to wear
it’s little bits of thread and cloth
and ‘though there’s not much there:
the colour and the texture says
a bit about my stuff
but makes me wonder:
what’s bellybutton lint
an echo of?

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“echo” is the word of the day for today’s quadrille prompt at dVerse

Autobiographical Limericks

In April I write poems each day
at least if I have it my way
though I’m striving for great
they turn out third rate
but still I won’t stop come what may

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the guy with the blog “quest 4 peas”,
while ord’ring a burger said “please
let’s watch shows with not
even one ounce of plot
‘cuz I like eating burgers with cheese”

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the worst thing ’bout being named ‘Bryan’
is it can be aw-ful-ly tryin’
to hear ev’ry ‘bard’
that enters my yard
spout lim’ricks that have me a’cryin’

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sharing for the limerick prompt at dVerse, and also for NaPoWriMo (where I am off prompt today)

Temples of an Ancient Race – Archeological Findings from the year 12017

Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo invites us to explore the following idea: What might happen if, sometime in the distant future,¬†archaeologists were to unearth aspects of our culture today? Would they accurately piece together what life was like in 2017, or would they make some startling miscalculations? Here is a possible scenario:

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Ten thousand years ago, it’s clear
that people worshipped shapes
and that should come as no surprise
for they were simple apes
some recent excavations show
some temples vast and grand
with spots to seat a mighty crowd
on massive tracts of land
we cannot guess the rituals
done on the field below
some sort of dance or sacrifice
but some things we can’t know
the temple with the diamond shape
intrigues us most today
did pilgrims walk those painted lines
to meditate and pray?
but now I set my work aside
to play games with my son
we’ll toss a small orb back and forth
this new sport’s so much fun!

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here are a few examples of the types of “temples” unearthed…