tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50705145573758977842024-02-20T07:34:40.682-08:00The Savage Bar Keepthe savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-43887700158260548032023-04-28T21:01:00.002-07:002023-04-28T21:01:18.289-07:00Jorge Luis Borges, An Index<p> <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 28</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Write a poem like an index. Indexes can seem almost poetic sometimes. Now write one!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">A young man, foreigner, studies at Collège de Genève, 138-156; Being Argentine in Europe has it’s benefits, 52-59; Being a habitual target of autograph seekers, 22; Christmas Eve isn’t always the holiday it’s made up to be, 198; Fictions and Laberinths is a little like saying lies and mazes, except it makes you sound so smart, 879; how to write in multiple languages or in one language but whilst thinking in several, 567; Losing your father too young can be catastrophic to a young man’s mind, 12; Nordic tales are for Spanish speakers, too, 36; On going blind, 88; Puzzles and Mazes aren’t just for boardgames, they make great literature too!, 123; Quijote for Beginners, 436; Quijote for Intermediates, 454; Quijote for the Advanced Don Quijiote Junky, 525; Quijote for the Sancho Panzas of the World, 4; Quijote for United Statesians, 599; Sepsis, what’s worse, a massive brain injury or almost dying from it (the Sepsis),45; Taking over the National Public Library, 336; The garden of the forking paths is strewn with broken hearts and autograph seekers, 423; Vikings and Nordics and Olde English literature, Aye Dios Mio! 78; You can only see in your dreams, something only known to those gone blind as an adult, 900- 999;<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"> <o:p></o:p></p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-73265203859356559232023-04-28T21:00:00.006-07:002023-04-28T21:00:49.770-07:00Day 27the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-73418940180330634512023-04-28T21:00:00.002-07:002023-04-28T21:00:33.404-07:00Day 26the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-33740977674740314032023-04-26T00:21:00.001-07:002023-04-26T00:21:12.224-07:00Day 25-Had I Not Gotten On the Train, That Day<div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>If things had gone differently</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>I may have not missed </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>the early train. Or perhaps changed</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>my mind altogether.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Had I not gotten on the train, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> that day, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I would have never smelled the penetrating</div><div>scent of that delicate(so I thought, at the time) Lily</div><div>of the Incas, Alstroemeria.</div><div>As I wound up the staircase to</div><div>find my seat, I came face to face with</div><div>the orchids hidden deep within your eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which held me in a trance from the very</div><div>moment they met mine, forcing </div><div>me to stake out your neighbor, to find out</div><div>when they would detrain,</div><div>pouncing on the empty seat. It</div><div>was I who was powerless</div><div>and fragile, no chance of escape.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was a gazelle, innocently taking</div><div>a drink of crisp water, unaware of the </div><div>Lioness lying in wait. You spoke to me</div><div>of Frida and Diego, you quoted Neruda </div><div>and Garcia Marquez. That was bad </div><div>enough. I was already a puddle (or</div><div>puddy?) where a man used to sit.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I inhaled your delicious fragrance, </div><div>intoxicating me, you suddenly burst</div><div>(no, exploded) into Your laughter. So</div><div>unexpected, yet like a volcano. The thunder</div><div>shook the train car's seats and rails, other</div><div>passengers turned round to see</div><div>the source of the storm, only </div><div>to see me, glazed eyes, mouth half</div><div>smiling, floating a few inches</div><div>above the floor. </div><div><br /></div><div>You were not the delicate Lily of the Incas.</div><div>In fact, you weren't a flower at all. More </div><div>like like the warrior Tupac Amaru with</div><div>a laughter that could make a hungry </div><div>crocodile stop and smile. </div><div><br /></div><div>Had I not gotten on the train, </div><div><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> that day, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>I would never known your depth,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>intelligence, sense of humor. I</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>never would have known the person </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>I would become,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>by your side. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>I may have wandered the rest</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>of my days, content to sip the </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>sap of delicate flowers, one</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>after the other, each sweet</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>in it's own way, but losing </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>their flavor too quickly, leaving me </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>filling full in the moment, but always</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>empty again. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-50696091998352687772023-04-24T20:30:00.009-07:002023-04-24T20:30:59.196-07:00The Page Is No Longer BlankThe Page is No Longer Blank<div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The page is blank and that’s how it starts<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">It won’t fill itself, no matter how much I beg<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Where is that inspiration I had on my morning walk?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Strike while the iron is hot! My mom who hated cliches used to say<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">It won’t fill itself, no matter how I plead!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">I can only think of that argument I had over lunch<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Don’t cry over spilt milk! My Granma who loved cliches used to say.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">I wish I would have said you don’t appreciate all I do.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Why am I still thinking about that stupid argument at lunch?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">I don’t care what they think about me, I care about my poetry.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">I should have at least said, appreciate what I do for you!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Back on task, just one word at a time<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">My writing is important, people’s judgement not so much<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Let’s write a Pantoum, it’s okay if it doesn’t rhyme<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Let’s stay on task, there you go, one by one<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">It feels like I am crocheting a cap for my mom, like she used to<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">I am writing a Pantoum and not a rhyming word to be found<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Where is that inspiration I have every waking moment that I have no pen?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Weaving together words, I wish my mom could crochet me a new cap<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The page is no longer blank and this is how it ends!<o:p></o:p></p></div>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-55428732899417419882023-04-24T20:25:00.003-07:002023-04-24T20:25:22.812-07:00A Bear **** In the Woods<p> This was my first attempt at a Tricube poem in my Poetry Tastings class. It reminds me of a Haiku. It's 3 stanzas of 3 lines of 3 syllables each. Tricube!</p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The forest,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">thick and lush. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">A bear cub<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">scrounges trash<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">from a can, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">she’s hungry!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Campers rouse, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">sleepy eyed, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">missed the cub.<o:p></o:p></p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-64057197448407763482023-04-24T20:23:00.002-07:002023-04-24T20:23:16.838-07:00NaPoWriMo Day 23<p> Will be up soon!</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-49101958053044575652023-04-22T21:44:00.006-07:002023-05-14T11:37:28.137-07:00Faith Is An Absurd Delusion<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Napowrimo Day 22. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Prompt: Pick an Emily Dickinson poem and make it your own.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">I chose “Faith is a Fine Invention”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The original poem:<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">“Faith” is a fine invention<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">For Gentlemen who <i>see!</i><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">But Microscopes are prudent<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">In an Emergency!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">My poem:<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"> <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Faith is an absurd <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Delusion of <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Madmen and Wackywomen<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Blinded by their belief!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Microscopes would be<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Useless for <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Those who think <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Science contradicts <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Their prudish nature and <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Calls for absolution and aperitif!<o:p></o:p></p><br />the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-63965510118369623512023-04-21T19:55:00.007-07:002023-04-21T20:05:16.641-07:00Day 21-GLORY<p> Day 21 Glo/NaPoWriMo The prompt-</p><p style="background: repeat; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Now, choose an abstract noun from the list below, and then use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><i>Glory<br />Courage<br />Anxiety<br />Failure<br />Defeat<br />Delight<br />Confusion<br />Calm<br />Belief<br />Cleverness<br />Despair<br />Honesty<br />Deceit<br />Strength</i><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background: repeat rgb(247, 247, 247);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background: repeat rgb(247, 247, 247);"><br /></span></span></i></p><p style="background: repeat; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">GLORY</p><div style="text-align: left;">Each morning<br />Anew I <br />marval</div><div style="text-align: left;">that I've </div><div style="text-align: left;">woken again. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Many souls</div><div style="text-align: left;">leave the</div><div style="text-align: left;">body</div><div style="text-align: left;">while the</div><div style="text-align: left;">moon rules</div><div style="text-align: left;">the sky.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After this </div><div style="text-align: left;">grateful </div><div style="text-align: left;">discovery and</div><div style="text-align: left;">a deep</div><div style="text-align: left;">breathe</div><div style="text-align: left;">the days </div><div style="text-align: left;">worries and</div><div style="text-align: left;">stress</div><div style="text-align: left;">begin again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although I</div><div style="text-align: left;">marvel at </div><div style="text-align: left;">the rain soaked </div><div style="text-align: left;">grey streets</div><div style="text-align: left;">tall pines</div><div style="text-align: left;">and dewy grass,</div><div style="text-align: left;">the dark roasted </div><div style="text-align: left;">coffee steaming</div><div style="text-align: left;">in the press. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The bills </div><div style="text-align: left;">push through, </div><div style="text-align: left;">the rent's </div><div style="text-align: left;">not late but</div><div style="text-align: left;">could be</div><div style="text-align: left;">if I just</div><div style="text-align: left;">stopped going</div><div style="text-align: left;">to work. That's </div><div style="text-align: left;">what keeps </div><div style="text-align: left;">me showing up</div><div style="text-align: left;">isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What if my </div><div style="text-align: left;">rent was </div><div style="text-align: left;">paid into </div><div style="text-align: left;">eternity and</div><div style="text-align: left;">I had many</div><div style="text-align: left;">houses around</div><div style="text-align: left;">the world.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I had enough</div><div style="text-align: left;">money</div><div style="text-align: left;">in accounts, to</div><div style="text-align: left;">see beyond my unborn </div><div style="text-align: left;">grandchildren's lives?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What would</div><div style="text-align: left;">I do then?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Would I write</div><div style="text-align: left;">if there were </div><div style="text-align: left;">no need for money.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not that it</div><div style="text-align: left;">give me</div><div style="text-align: left;">much.</div><div style="text-align: left;">What would I do?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lay in the </div><div style="text-align: left;">rain on a </div><div style="text-align: left;">rocky beach.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Climb the </div><div style="text-align: left;">highest peaks,</div><div style="text-align: left;">learn to </div><div style="text-align: left;">play guitar</div><div style="text-align: left;">and surf. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Speak ten</div><div style="text-align: left;">languages,</div><div style="text-align: left;">at least.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Eat pasta </div><div style="text-align: left;">in Rome,</div><div style="text-align: left;">take the transiberian </div><div style="text-align: left;">train from</div><div style="text-align: left;">beginning to end.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ride a motorcycle</div><div style="text-align: left;">across Asia.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sculpt myself</div><div style="text-align: left;">a six pack. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Read all </div><div style="text-align: left;">the books</div><div style="text-align: left;">in the library. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Love again</div><div style="text-align: left;">and again</div><div style="text-align: left;">and then</div><div style="text-align: left;">once more.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Paint a </div><div style="text-align: left;">mural and</div><div style="text-align: left;">invent time</div><div style="text-align: left;">travel.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't</div><div style="text-align: left;">think I'll</div><div style="text-align: left;">ever know</div><div style="text-align: left;">what that</div><div style="text-align: left;">feels like</div><div style="text-align: left;">but I think</div><div style="text-align: left;">I know know</div><div style="text-align: left;">what I should</div><div style="text-align: left;">be doing each</div><div style="text-align: left;">day after</div><div style="text-align: left;">waking once</div><div style="text-align: left;">again. Showing</div><div style="text-align: left;">greatmindfultude</div><div style="text-align: left;">at the glory</div><div style="text-align: left;">of another</div><div style="text-align: left;">chance</div><div style="text-align: left;">on Earth. </div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-89532488644532923482023-04-19T22:31:00.009-07:002023-04-24T18:02:27.845-07:002023 Day 19 - Trigger Warning-Cooking Utensils Will Be Used in Recipe<div>You know that feeling, that moment. </div><div>You slept in a little bit late on the weekend. </div><div>You deserve it! It's a lazy day, </div><div>Should you go out for that ubiquitous Brunch? </div><div>Are you serious? In this city?</div><div>And wait two hours to be seated and finally eat then overpay!</div><div><br /></div><div>You've probably got everything you need already</div><div>in the fridge for your own feast. </div><div>And going bad, I don't need to remind you, unless you use it soon.</div><div>Alright. And to help you out, I've got just the perfect scramble recipe.</div><div>Here are all the ingredients you'll need:</div><div>4 eggs</div><div>Crimini Mushrooms</div><div>Broccolini</div><div>Asparagus</div><div>Spinach</div><div>Garlic</div><div>Red Onion</div><div>Avocado Oil</div><div>Salt</div><div>Pepper</div><div>The tools you'll need:</div><div>Cast Iron Skillet</div><div>Plastic Bowl</div><div>Wooden Spoon--TRIGGER!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, first you add in all the veggies to the hot oil</div><div>Crack the eggs in to the plastic bowl</div><div>Now stir the vegetables with the wooden spoon...</div><div>Are... are you okay, Sport?</div><div>Why the shaking hands and sweaty brow?</div><div><br /></div><div>Right, now add the eggs to the skillet</div><div>Mix together slowly with the veggies, using the...</div><div>You're shaking agian. Is it the heat?</div><div>No? It's the wooden spoon?</div><div>But it's such a versatile and wonderful kitchen tool.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, I see. Your mother used to spank you with a wooden spoon</div><div>when you talked back or stayed up talking and giggling, after</div><div>bedtime with your sister. In the bed your were forced to share</div><div>as kids. And your parents expected you to fall asleep with no laughter?</div><div>That seems a bit harsh. Okay, tell you what. Let's just use</div><div>a metal spoon instead. Okay, where were we? ...</div><div><br /></div><div>What's that you say? The metal spoon was even worse. </div><div>That time you thought you could beat mom's game, when</div><div>she sent you to the kitchen to get the wooden spoon yourself!</div><div>For the spanking and you came back to tell her you couldn't find it</div><div><br /></div><div>So she said, fine. Bring me the metal one. NO, Mom!</div><div>You went back to the kitchen crying, </div><div>but came back smiling with puffy eyes and the wooden spoon. </div><div>Look Ma, I found it! But she said no, it's too late.</div><div>The metal spoon it is. </div><div><br /></div><div>That time made sure you never lost the wooden spoon again, didn't it.</div><div>What's that you say? Don't get the wrong idea!</div><div>Mom wasn't mean or abusive. She was actually loving and affectionate. </div><div>But us four kids drove her cucoo. </div><div>I'm not saying we deserved it, but we pushed her to her limits.</div><div><br /></div><div>She's been gone ten years now and I miss her terribly</div><div>She was always just a phone call away when life didn't make sense.</div><div>I miss making brunches with her, when I would tease her and</div><div>Say, remember when you made me grab the metal spoon?</div><div>She'd apologize again and I'd say JKJK!</div><div>You had your hands full. We were little monsters. </div><div><br /></div><div>And yet, I can't scramble an egg or make a potato hash</div><div>without remembering that day and the metal spoon.</div><div>Fondly, almost. Missing her sense of humor and her understanding embrace...</div><div>Where were we? About to stir up the veggies?</div><div><br /></div><div>Ummm... Looks like they've burnt, Sport. You know what?</div><div>Let's scrap that DIY brunch and go down to </div><div>This cute little place I know in the Mission</div><div>It won't take too long, plus there's </div><div>Bottomless Mimosas, My Treat!</div><div><br /></div><br /><b><strike><blockquote></blockquote></strike></b>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-1694706620616657112023-04-18T22:21:00.005-07:002023-04-19T22:32:25.342-07:002023 Day 18- ZooPlankter Eats<p>Write an Abecedarian Poem. New one to me. A poem where each line or word starts with a letter of the alphabet, in Alphabetic Order! haha sounds FUN!</p><p><br /></p><p>ZooPlankter Eats</p><p><br /></p><p>After breakfast comes dinner, </p><p>Even for goats.</p><p>However, it just kinda leaves me nervous...</p><p>Or Perplexed. </p><p>Queso raids, </p><p>Secretly taken Udon, </p><p>Veggies whence Xanadu. </p><p>Yabbadabbadoo, ZooPlankter!!</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-65255081510388673722023-04-18T22:17:00.002-07:002023-04-18T22:17:44.953-07:00Break in the NaPo<p> I just needed a break here for breathing space. I decided so last minute that I was going to partake in and then also upload my poems that I am just putting in a bunch of slots now and hopefully will fill them in over the course of the rest of the month. It's really quite fun, actually. I wish I'd done it since day one! Well, now we are set. </p><p><br /></p><p>On some days I have more than one poem, so I suppose I will put them all under the same day. </p><p><br /></p><p>And now, onto the actual poem of the day! before the day is over! it's 10:17pm SPT here on the West Coast/Best Coast USofA. Thanks to anyone reading! xoxo</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-84375189275581203862023-04-18T22:14:00.005-07:002023-04-18T22:14:21.445-07:002023 Day 17<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-33433044926778727292023-04-18T22:14:00.001-07:002023-04-18T22:14:05.258-07:002023 Day 16<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-79171096835107293062023-04-18T22:13:00.009-07:002023-04-18T22:13:48.619-07:002023 Day 15<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-1885090514570406672023-04-18T22:13:00.006-07:002023-04-18T22:13:33.701-07:002023 Day 14<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-71301358416457540862023-04-18T22:13:00.003-07:002023-04-18T22:13:17.750-07:002023 Day 13<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-48127900909331207082023-04-18T22:12:00.013-07:002023-04-18T22:12:58.424-07:002023 Day 12<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-29038617067103904002023-04-18T22:12:00.009-07:002023-04-18T22:12:44.027-07:002023 Day 11<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-77715111659390994882023-04-18T22:12:00.006-07:002023-04-18T22:12:30.954-07:002023 Day 10<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-318282943738588512023-04-18T22:12:00.002-07:002023-04-18T22:12:07.494-07:002023 Day 9<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-75083312076394236402023-04-18T22:11:00.010-07:002023-04-18T22:11:52.160-07:002023 Day 8<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-6464763405582842872023-04-18T22:11:00.006-07:002023-04-18T22:11:36.981-07:002023 Day 7<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP<span> <span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-21559312557480800132023-04-18T22:11:00.001-07:002023-04-18T22:11:02.591-07:002023 Day 6<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070514557375897784.post-2024680652686350822023-04-18T22:10:00.008-07:002023-04-18T22:10:41.026-07:002023 Day 5<p> Poetry to be updated ASAP</p>the savage detectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446617863630726649noreply@blogger.com0