Who Named These Things?

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturbed… ~Walt Whitman, American poet and journalist (often called the father of free verse)

As I walked past this house the other day,
I saw a row of flowers tall and pink.
Their lack of leaves seemed no cause to shrink
As in the breezes they did dance and sway.
What are these grand dames, I did say,
And home to research Google’s famous ink.
Amaryllis Belladonna, I think.
Quite a mouthful for such a pretty spray!

Around here they have another name,
One that’s not so long or even grand.
One, in fact, that makes my face grow rosy.
Yes, indeed, these beauties’ claim to fame
(Which probably should be banned across the land)
Is Naked Lilies. Poor pitiful posy!

Note: I tried to write this as an Italian Sonnet, but I’m not at all sure I’ve succeeded. It was way harder than I thought when I started! These are interesting flowers, but I’ve never tried to grow them (they’re toxic to dogs).

Cuteness Comes to Visit

Courage consists not in hazarding without fear, but in being resolutely minded in a just cause. ~Proverb

“What are you doing on my air conditioning unit?”

“Just looking around.”

“At what?”

“Your lovely yard, for one thing.”

“Yes, it’s lovely. Especially when I’m chasing squirrels in it.”

“No, I think it’s more pleasant this way, with you inside looking out.”

“But I can’t get you.”

“Exactly.”

“If I make enough noise, my mama will let me out.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Meaning?”

“She strikes me as kinder than that.”

“What gave you such a dumb idea?”

“I don’t think she wants dead squirrel in her yard.”

“Who said anything about dead?”

“Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo, this air conditioner is a nice perch.”

“I didn’t know squirrels could sing.”

“Of course we can!”

“You’re singing on our air conditioner.”

“Uh-huh, and a nice perch it is, too.”

“You said that already. What’s so great about it?”

“It’s a wonderful vantage point.”

“For what?”

“Seeing farther. Guessing distances. Avoiding pests like you.”

“Pests?”

“Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo.”

“Shouldn’t you be in a tree or something?”

“Trees are overrated. Here, I have a nice breeze, sunshine, and no bugs.”

“But there’s no food.”

“Nor am I hungry right now.”

“Wait a minute! You’re the one who leaves corn cobs and apple cores in my yard?”

“Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo.”

“Stop that singing!”

“I’m told I have a lovely voice.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“I’m not wrong about this perch.”

“Yes, you are. Why, you can’t even sleep there.”

“Why not?”

“You might fall off.”

“Have you ever tried sleeping in a tree?”

Note: This is an imaginary conversation between my dog Monkey and a yard squirrel who ventured awfully close. For several years now, I’ve been awed by my friend John Howell‘s ability to write an entire story in conversation without dialog tags (you know, that “he said/she said” part). I wondered if I could do it, too. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, you know!

Birds on a Line

If hunger is not the problem, food is not the answer. ~Author unknown

There once were some doves on a line

Who thought they were doing just fine

They looked up and down

And glanced all around

Before spotting a furry canine.

Beneath them, the dog did dance

In fact, you could see him prance

His eye, it did gleam

I could tell he did dream

Of dinner on doves, perchance?

 

Note: Poetry form is Double Limerick. I’d never heard of this, but I guess it’s really a thing!

Suffering Guilt

If you mess up, ‘fess up. ~Author unknown

Monkey (also known as Houdini)

I knew better.

Dogs should be in crates — or somehow secured — when riding in a car. They should be taught to Come When Called.

And Shelties just might be the best escape artists ever.

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Mama the Warrior

Courage is fear that has said its prayers. ~American proverb

I Monkey here.

I’ll bet you all were wondering when I’d get around to stealing Mama’s blog again and telling you the interesting things I’ve been doing.

No, not Mama’s pretty poetry posts and artsy pictures of flowers and such.

The real interesting things.

Like what happened the other day.

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Butterfly of Happiness

If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author unknown

When

I was

Cleaning up

Some nasty weeds

The yard men ignored,

I saw a fluttering

From the corner of my eye.

Looking closer, I saw it was

A gorgeous butterfly of unknown

Species, resting on the rocks below me.

 

Silly woman, pointing her phone at me!

Has she never seen a butterfly?

Well, then, I’m a Red Admiral —

Quite common really if you

Would keep your eyes open.

Monarchs get all the

Attention but

I deserve

Some praise

Too!

 

Note: Poetic form is Double Etheree.

 

 

 

 

Thanks, St. Anthony!

Sometimes life drops blessings in your lap without your lifting a finger. Serendipity, they call it. — Charlton Heston, American actor and political activist

Do you remember those federal economic stimulus checks sent out during the COVID pandemic to help Americans make financial ends meet?

Three rounds of “direct relief” were made, starting in March 2020. Even individuals and families earning more than the cutoff point were eligible for partial payments.

Well, I distinctly remember receiving the second one. Opening up the check. And putting it aside to deposit later.

But things got busy, and somehow I misplaced the check.

Who’d have guessed it would turn into a year long nightmare?

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Busy as a Bee

Take time to smell the roses and eventually you’ll inhale a bee.  ~Author unknown

There once was a bee who did think
From flowers he could steal a long drink.
He chose one and got busy
But left in a tizzy
Without siphoning any of the pink.

Note: This poetic form is Limerick (which I haven’t written in a long time!)

Standing Out

Knowing who you are is the best defense against who they think you are. ~Dodinsky, author

Zinnias

I

Stand out

Among them

Though I’m a part

Of all the others

Diff’rent — not bad or good

Just trying to be myself

Soaking water, air, and sunshine

Minding my own business as I grow

Conscious I’m the same but very diff’rent.

Note:  Poetic form is Etheree.