All dressed up no place to go
Lost my guy in Ohio
He was sneaky as a thief
Stole my heart would you belief!
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Too Cute
Published March 28, 2018 by Nan Mykel
Egg-cellent – re-blog
Published March 27, 2018 by Nan MykelEggsquisite!
Egg-cellent
There’s a treat that egg-sists
that brings such happiness
egg-actly what kind
(cause I can read your mind.)
So please let me egg-plain
it’s egg-cellent for your brain
with tryptophan within
and protein for good skin
an egg will make you smile
egg-streamly worthwhile.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
I believe breakfast is the most important meal of the day for our bodies and keeps us going all morning. Eggs got a bad rap in the past but we now know that eggs should be a healthy part of our daily diets.
Writing a Quadrille this week for the prompt egg with dVerse~Poets Pub. The words with egg in them are counted as one word.
Let’s Get it Over…Easy —Reblog
Published March 27, 2018 by Nan MykelI had to share it…
Egg me on
Come on
Tap me twice and
I’ll break for you
Find the faults that you’ve
Held me to
Watch the way that
I spill for you
Poke my yolk
Make me run
Scramble my thoughts
It’s still
All over your face
A quadrille is 44 words, excluding the title. This week you must include the word “egg”.
Kim is our host. It’s all happening over at dVerse Poets Pub!
Image credit: pixabay.com
He’s a Good Egg – for d’Verse Poets
Published March 26, 2018 by Nan MykelThat means he’s not rotten,
a good sign if you want
to hire him or wed him.
Go for it, for good eggs
are hard to break….
Aren’t they?
Good eggs are hard to find
these daze. Bless their
mothers, who worked
their miracle.
Tid Bit from Frank Hubeny
Published March 23, 2018 by Nan MykelThere’s time to walk if we can’t run. There’s time for trees and standing still. Eternity comes passing through, patiently as sparrows do, singing pleasantly.
(Extracted from his poem “Soul” written for d’Verse)
Change – Reblog by mehflowers
Published March 23, 2018 by Nan MykelA breath of fresh air! I’m reblogging.
She moves languidly through the days
A listless performance
Like an overly rehearsed play
Empty echoes bouncing
Like holograms you cannot touch
making no impact
Time for a curtain call
A scene change
A new script
Not a sequel
Not a remake
A character change
Leaving the familiar behind
dVerse prompt. Write any poem at all. Open link night!
Unique – reblog by capricious poet
Published March 23, 2018 by Nan MykelA good shot in the arm and a fun Google image find.
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Unique
I like you cause you’re funny
intelligent and kind
good looking and hardworking
so distinctive, so refined.
I like you cause you’re honest
irreplaceable and rare
an exceptional type of person
the one who always cares.
I like you cause you’re different
it’s part of your mystique
you are just one of those people
so refreshingly unique.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Today is open link night at dVerse~Poets Pub and I’m sharing an older poem that could well be a greeting card for a friend. The image is an animation from a Google search.
In Athens County – for d’Verse Poets
Published March 22, 2018 by Nan MykelFor five dollars they’ll let you kill a bobcat
in Athens County this year.
Not so different than kitty cats, I hear.
Why not? More executions,
classroom shootings…
racial persecutions
vengeful solutions.
my child is missing
caught her kissing
bury her deep.
belliboneone re-blog on transgender vulnerability
Published March 22, 2018 by Nan MykelRemembering our Dead, February 2018
Earlier today I received a call from a dear friend, another transgender woman. Some weeks back, two trans women she knew went missing. Their bodies were recently found and have now been identified.
THIS is what happens to people like me in this country based on hatred and violence.
THIS is what happens to people like me in this country where it is just fine to treat my existence as a joke.
THIS is what happens to people like me in a world where I am not entitled to dignity, where my most profound inner experience of who I am is blithely brushed aside as a whim or a lifestyle choice.
THIS is what happens to people like me when my life has no value whatsoever.
We wind up murdered in garbage bags.
You want to know why the real murder rate of trans women is much, much higher than the numbers cited on Days of Remembrance? Look no further.
One of the victims, who was also very definitely a trans woman, was identified by the police and the press as a man and called by her dead name, which I refuse to write here. They are using an old picture of her, one that was probably provided by her family.
I imagine that her family is insisting on the misgendering and the use of her dead name and the use of an image she would have found profoundly abhorrent in ways that cisgender people can never understand.
I suppose her family won in the end.
Even in death she is not allowed to be who she was. The friend who called me, who has good reason not to trust her relatives, says she is going to burn the remaining pictures she has from her old life.
I have a request. If I am murdered, please let me be me.
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