Category: Poetry

Tuesday, March 4, 2025 Phooling with Photos, Using LI, Oranges of Power

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That title might be the best part of this post, by the way, but forge on just in case.

I took a few photos from my digital album today and subjected them to some upgrades (or not) through the use of photo editing programs.

What name would you give this fine specimen of a squirrel?

Somehow a haiku appeared on this photo, though not the product of AI, but LI (Lynniebee Intelligence).

Adding a green-ish background to these oranges just made the orange color pop a bit more. The oranges played an important part in the cake, by the way. Oh, haven’t I mentioned the cake yet? Read on!

And last, but not least, we ate cake, due to the celebration of my husband’s birthday. I won’t tell his age, but will give you the hint that yes, I still need him and feed him.

The Glorious Orange Marmalade Cake

And day turned to night, the sky became dark, rain will turn into snow, and we are glad to be indoors.

This post will turn into empty seed bristles in the morning.

Thursday, October 10, 2024 The “P” Birds

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Said the puffin to the penguin
You’ve got a lot of nerve
You waddle around pretending –
We know you’re not a bird!

Said the penguin to the puffin,
Oh goodness, just my luck –
I’ve met an orange-footed fop
Who thinks he is a duck.

Said the pelican to the penguin
Don’t mind this little puffin
He’s lacking in self confidence,
His ego needs some stuffin’

Said the puffin to the pelican
Oh look! A beak with wings!
You could rent that big mouth out
For critters to store their things.

Said the peacock to the pelican
Why bother with this ruffian?
Don’t you know better than
To trade insults with a puffian?

Said the puffin to the peacock
Look whose talking now?
A bird with eyes on his feathers
Is uglier than a cow!

Said the peacock to the puffin
Let’s settle this like birds
We’ll show off what we’ve got
And not rely on words

So the puffin flapped his feet
The penguin wore his tux
The peacock spread his tail
Which was so very deluxe

But the pelican was more clever
He made a wise decision
He opened his mouth wide
And swallowed them with precision.

I’ll probably swallow this post up tomorrow with precision.

Wednesday, July 27, 2022 Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

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I interrupt my regularly scheduled blog post for this grand announcement: we are proud grandparents of a bouncing baby boy! He hasn’t actually started bouncing yet, but I’ve had 5 boys and they tend to be very bouncy creatures, so I know the day will come.

So adorable! This fat little buffer weighed in at 9 pounds, 11 ounces.

Rumor has it that boys are made of only three things: snips and snails and puppy dog tails. That seems an odd amalgamation, doesn’t it? I don’t think that can be true, even though the idea has a huge following.

Nope, I think I can weigh in on this issue, having done empirical research on this with my own little study sample of five.

Boys are made
of fidgety stuff;
They’re jumping beans,
They like to play rough

Boys are made
of loud things,
Of battle cries
And sword “shings”

Boys are made
of bones and muscles
of backyard fights
And bedtime tussles

God bless the boys and all their noise
Bless their fightings and their smitings
Bless their roughness and their toughness.
Make them brave and make them strong
Let them praise Your name with song
God bless the boys!

Welcome to the world, Oliver! ❤️

I’ll probably do you know what, you know when.