The Bag Lady

Borrowing a phrase from a favorite movie, “Cool Hand Luke”–what we have here is a failure to communicate–at least in a proper, respectful manner. We have a loud mouthed, unpredictable in any good way, leader who prefers using snide remarks, rude comments, racial slurs, misogynistic behavior, bullying, and social media to convey information supplied to him from what must be a very small brain.

Where are the ethereal evolutions that should present themselves in a leader of the free world? I apologize to our neighbors, Canada and Mexico and the EU. What our leader/ruler/king reports is not how I feel, or many others who are also aghast at his behavior.

I wake every day to be flooded with his disparaging remarks, his total lack of empathy or concern for the citizens of the USA and none for any of those outside our shores, including Puerto Rico.

I am disgusted, discouraged and disappointed in our president. I think some of you may be angry or surprised, but people, I am sick of it. I read a post today about discipline. Our leader needs to be disciplined. Why isn’t this happening? Is it money, payoffs, bribery, collusion? Or is it all of these?

We need to speak up and say “I’m not going to take it anymore”.

😡😡

http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/06/01/June-writing-prompts/

An oxymoron

With the words tyrant and hope

We have the tyrant

With no solutions in sight

How can there be any hope

A tanka this discouraging week, Ronovan.

🙁🙁

Or the Haiku:

Tyrants please themselves

Leaving little left but hope

The future is dim

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Four exceptional actors plus, tell the story of :

“Hank Palmer (Robert Downey Jr.), a brilliant but shady attorney, returns to his Indiana hometown after learning that his mother has passed away. His arrival triggers renewed tension between himself and his father, Judge Joseph Palmer (Robert Duvall), who makes no secret of his disapproval of Hank’s morally ambiguous career. As the lawyer prepares to depart, his father is arrested for a hit-and-run death. Hank takes on his father’s defense, despite the objections of the resentful old man.

Nominations: Academy Award for Best Actor in a Supporting Role, Golden Globe Award for Best Supporting Actor – Motion Picture, Screen Actors Guild Award for Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role, MORE” IMBd

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My concern is this

Would you like to cut the cake

Pass a plate to us

Brownies with thick fudge frosting

I’ll take a large portion please

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 87, “CARE & SHARE,” #SYNONYMSONLY

Searching, always searching

For your face in the shadows.

The distance between

Now unfathomable

You chose to leave

I thought you would return

I’m waiting

Wondering

Was it your choice?

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It was quite a gathering including a new member of the group, a self absorbed, slightly rancid, paranoid midget named Tiny. Tiny didn’t always appear so disheveled, but he had just gotten off the airplane from Hawaii, and didn’t have time to change. Tiny also thought his appearance would draw questions from his friends and was never deterred from relating his latest adventures. On this particular outing, he’d been a stuntman in a pseudo-documentary about the volcano eruption.

The rest of the guests including me, were dressed accordingly, casual, but clean. The entire group loved challenges and this party was a particularly challenging one. All of us broke into four different groups, each before four piles of leaves and the leader of each group held a paper clip. The object of the game was to be the first group to move all the leaves in their pile to a dumpster ten feet away, using only a paper clip. It was quite the challenging task!

I have to admit my team came in last, but a good time was had by all and then we just fizzled. Music started to play, refreshments served, and interesting conversations were held.

🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

I am crediting Tom Being Tom at Tombeingtom.com for the suggested prompts in italics, except the last one, which was supplied by M.

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She was waiting for the mail, always a special treat. Unlike most “modern” correspondents, Lulu enjoyed the art of letter writing and found a few male companions who felt the same. There was quite a variety in her choices, some romantic, some adventurers, although most were just friends. So much can be expressed in handwriting. It is an ancient form of expression that cannot be compared to even a typed note and certainly not conveyed in a text.

One interesting man she corresponded with was from the United States, in the state of North Dakota. He lived far away from the bustle of life and was self sufficient. He had a vegetable garden, cows, chickens and fruit trees. He took pride in learning the culinary arts. Because he relied on the ingredients that were readily available to him, his experimenting was somewhat limited.

Lulu opened the latest missive from the man in North Dakota. In this letter he included his latest endeavor, a recipe for making moose mousse. Lulu couldn’t help but laugh with endearment, reading every word with a smile. She enjoyed the companionship she received through her correspondents, and was entertained by their adventures. The gentleman from North Dakota was no exception.

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My dear, you’re looking lovely today, so lithe, so slender, so……pink!

Why thank you Charles, I am very happy to see you, too.

Lucinda, may I ask you something?

Shyly, Lucinda blushes, turning a dark rose in color.

Lucinda, would you like to come to my nest? It’s so public here. I have some rare etchings you might like.

Oh, Charles, what are you thinking?

Honestly, Lucinda? I would love to spend the day with you, and I think you would enjoy my special preening techniques.

Lucinda bends low in embarrassment. Will there be snacks?

Oh, definitely, a large variety of carotenoids.

Well then, lead the way, dear Charles.

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A celebration

Of love and life, happiness

A century passed

Still feeling in his twenties

No time boundaries for love

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This is just what I need, quiet.  I don’t mind the soft whispers at all.  Compared to my noisy busy life, this is my sanctuary and so much more pleasant than  the usual traffic noise, horns honking, screeching of brakes, people yelling. . .even the compression of other people’s bodies against me when I’m just walking to the bus stop.  It’s humanity, hundreds and hundreds of people pushing, bumping, shoving you with never an “excuse me, so sorry,”or a pleasant greeting.  People, surrounding me at every moment.

Until.

I open the door to this haven, this quiet, this utopia of stillness, the library.  The scent of leather bound tomes, paper holding adventures that beg to be explored.  Even a bit of dust doesn’t deter me from seeking out unfamiliar books.  Writers, authors, all, that took the time and energy to compose a story or poem, or list facts of history, craft maps of foreign lands, or photographers who compiled albums of beautiful venues.

I am so grateful for their efforts.  I find respite within these walls.

 

 

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