Love, not “like,” this!
Beautiful Broken Things
Published January 5, 2018 by Nan MykelLove, not “like,” this!
Love, not “like,” this!
When did an old person ever collect puppets for amusement and magic?
When did an old person get so self-absorbed playing that her son disowned her? (Hope I’m smarter than that when I get old).
When did an old person collect pieces of lightning and pretend they were dog turds? (I should hope not).
When did
an old person ever sneak in the cookie jar and empty it? (Surely not!)
When did an old person pout because it was raining, and sing Rain Rain Go Away?
When did an old person ever hang up their stocking on Christmas Eve? And GET something!
When did an old person ever go chasing rainbows?
When did an old person ever prefer Raggedy Ann to Barbie?
When did an old person avoid looking in the mirror?
When did an old person who wouldn’t look in he mirror say “I’m not old?” SEE? I’m NOT!
I am clapping. Bravo! You said you didn’t want suggestions but it will trouble me if I don’t suggest one. I can’t believe a neurologist could not destroy your sense of smell. It sounds like the total loss of smell would be more than worth it. Surely your family must grieve the loss of you, brave woman, nature woman!
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MONDAY NIGHT’S POEM
With all the boo boos and yoo hoos,
to-do’s, who-are-you’s, e-mail news.
Poetry Month and broken hips,

cherry blossoms and weather dips,
serve up a poem, slightly rare
with metaphors, if you should dare.
Oh, there’ll be some deep; otherwise
we’ll aim for paucity of lies.
This ev’ry Tuesday writing thing
plays bonkers with the yan of ying.
Should you want me to be quiet now
I’ll heed your wishes with a bow.
(Obviously written earlier)
If you ride a trolley long enough you’ll come to the end of the line. You can then remember the sights and stops, the riders that come and go. Maybe trouble on the line, cross words or banter, perchance the frozen grim look of out-of-sorts folks. Perhaps that little girl with lollipop all over her face. But search the faces–all of them–whose do you want to see?
poppinjays alight
the limb too weak to support
night slides into day
| If we live long enough
it’s gonna be rough. Tell-tale signs of age spoken off the cuff betray us and oh how long and how sad will it get to be before…until…we write bad verse and yet don’t hesitate to remember to meditate on what’s gone before, not what lies ahead instead.? Hey nonny nonny, ![]() COmmons.wikimedia.org honey, if it’s not funny why do we laugh at our forget-me-nots? When will we touch base and head for home? Not funny, dammit, unless you’re like me easier to laugh than it is to pee. Ha ha got you there You expected “cry.” I know poor taste when ‘ere I try and will until my looney runs dry. Ouch! Tell me I didn’t write this.…. Nan |
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George is crystal clear. Who can argue with this?

Don’t even think about calling yourself pro-life if…
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Billy Graham’s granddaughter Jerushah Armfield doesn’t think so,
Trump “has not shown” himself to be a Christian, Armfield said, and has exh
ibited qualities that are the opposite of Christlike.
“My Jesus that I follow was really somebody who fought for the outliers,” she concluded, “and I think that Trump has actually done the opposite in kind of ostracizing them.”
Noor Al-Sibai, Raw Story via Alternet
“I have the greatest stuff and you know what? I love golf. But if I were in the White House, I don’t think I’d ever see Turnberry again. I don’t think I’d ever see Doral again. I own
Doral in Miami. I don’t think I’d ever see many of the places I have. I don’t think I’d ever see anything, I just want to stay in the White House and work my ass off and make great deals, right? Who’s gonna leave?”
Cogito Ergo Sum
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