Arm Mad Dill Lo
A hide of Armor Plating does so well•Archenemies steam-thwarted by a shell
Roll-up-in-ball achieves this modest goal•Regrouping and then frisking to and fro
Meandering through days–no squall–nor moo•Make good & goods: no-frilly things to do
It tickled me to use the “Empty” prompt to clutter up an index card with ways of being empty.The scatterbrained are called empty-headed. If you want something and don’t get it, you walk away empty-handed. And if you throw curses and threats at someone and you have not the means to implement them, they are empty curses, empty threats.
empty
an empty head
an empty hand
an empty curse none understand
an empty hole
an empty bum
an empty bag on tip of thumb
head hand hole bum bag & curse
in this
UNempty
Universe.
Today’s prompt, “Kind,” brought to mind one of my favorite scenes from Kurt Vonnegut’s magic/real God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. Eliot Rosewater, head of the Rosewater Foundation and active alcoholic, is so revered by the denizens of Rosewater, Indiana that a new mom has asked him to baptize her newborn twins. So Eliot is imagining what he will say to them, and he comes up with this: “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you’ve got a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies–God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
For today’s prompt, “Forget,” I was almost lazy and drew a thought balloon with nothing in it. Done! But then a question mark demanded occupancy of the thought balloon, and then a word balloon advised necessity of itself as something the thought balloon was responding to, and then, well, the whole thing ballooned.
Murder, She Wrought
(a brief nod to Angela Lansbury)
Chalk that outline,
Call the cops,
Angela,
Despite her chops
Stage and Screen and Animated,
Finds herself now Pearly-Gated.
Just as Calvin
Had his Hobbes,
Brooms have Sticks
And Beds have Knobs,
Sweeney Todd his scalpeled razor,
Angela had Occam’s Laser.
With it she sliced
Through our gloom,
Brightened beach
And parlor room,
Cut the diamond of her skill,
Set up legions for the kill.
Alackaday
That she would leave us,
Fell our crests
And sore aggrieve us,
Murder inadvertent wrought
Of our smiles, now that she’s not.
Rest In Peace, Angie.
Today’s prompt is Eagle. The only eagles I’ve ever drawn were bald eagles and golden eagles. I thought I’d expand my horizons a little and present two types of eagle we don’t usually see, one a Brown Snake Eagle and the other the first-ever female Eagle Scout, Isabella Tunney, who achieved her distinction a mere two years ago. Eagle Scout is the highest rank in Scouting and it involves the acquisition of many Merit Badges, some mandatory (like Swimming, the hurdle I never got over), and some elective.Hearty congratulations to Ms. Tunney!
To be Crabby is to be complaintful or a bit angry or both. But Crabs themselves are for the most part looking for food or a good time or a place where they will not be bothered. Many of us do like to eat their legs.
To be Crabby is to be complaintful or a bit angry or both. But Crabs themselves are for the most part looking for food or a good time or a place where they will not be bothered. We do like to eat their legs.
#Inktober2022 #Inktober
needer needer needer
(First posted on my Facebook timeline)
every last one of us is a needer
oxygen, water
shelter from excess radiation
carbs, protein, fat, trace minerals
companionship (except for a haywire few)
some of us have needs symptomatic of wrong
for instance those who seek alcohol
to fill an unfillable well
and some have need of pistoning action
could be cars could be sex could be fistfights
my deceased younger brother needed needles
judging from the dozens of needles
found in his hovel and car after he died
and that need made him homeless for years
put healed abscesses on his flesh
that looked like put-out cigarette burn scars
gave him hep c and deep sympathy
for his sisters and brothers on the street
left him with a mouthful of dentures
and a need for the love of God and Jesus
he fought bravely and constantly
but with two major cancer surgeries
and unremitting agonizing back pain
he lost his war at the age of 62
and i his brother also have a war on
for i am his brother in addiction
mine involving cards and dice and a little ball
that rolls and clatters and ends up in one
of thirty-eight slots
i am winning the war now
but am no less a needer
and every day is a skirmish
every week a new battleground
every month one more tally mark of victory
or not
and you dear Reader
what sort of Needer
are you?
One with Clay, Image and Text 