Poet’s Lament

Published November 28, 2016 by Nan Mykel

It’s hard to write a funny verse,

‘specially when you’re glum and terse.

I think that I shall never see

a poem that’s sadder than my knee.

Ray Villafane, http://villafanestudios.com/

Oh I know it could be much worse–

I might have Trumpkin as my nurse,

pointing at me and saying he

would never make a pass at me.

Brain Bugs

Published November 17, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Engrossing! Thought I’d share. A re-blog.

surviving the specter

This morning, as I was drinking a cup of coffee, a day after my 43rd birthday, I felt a convulsive scattering across the roof of my mouth.

I choked. And spit.

I looked down and saw the bug lying upside down in the light brown liquid, its legs kicking profusely.

I stared at it.

I knew what it was. And I knew where it came from.

My brain.

The bugs had been with me for as long as I could remember. They are part of my life. I don’t like it, they just are.

At first I was afraid of them. Disgusted. I could feel them crawling over the surface of my hippocampus and through the channels of my amygdala.

I used to scratch my forehead incessantly because I could feel something crawling under my skin, beneath my skull. Like something had burrowed into my nasal passages at night and…

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I’m Back

Published October 26, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Back after several days with a computer whose keyboard wouldn’t write on the monitor. I’m creeping along trying to sort my hoard. In case you don’t believe me, here’s a few horrid lines that I’m not going to save:

DINNER sad old pix

If you were a vulture

and I was dead meat,

you would have something to eat.

IT’S MONEY, STUPID

Eeny meanie miney money.

Gotta get some for my honey.

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A CAT IS A CAT IS A CAT

My cat he looks like he could cry.

His eyes meet mine; he gives a sigh.

He licks his paw and gives a mew

as other cats are wont to do,

but also wonders, “Who am I?”

A SURLY SIMILE

My emotions are like sandpaper today.

Rub me wrong if you don’t believe it.

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Thought I’d ask Google…

Published October 14, 2016 by Nan Mykel

and learned that “It’s not usually possible to tell if you’re looking at a bull or cow just by looking at their face. You’d need to get a look at their bellies to tell them apart for sure. Udders are only visibly present in cows.”

It’s Like This, Officer…

Published September 27, 2016 by Nan Mykel

POOR HOUSE BOUND

Published April 5, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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Image result for creative commons poor old couple image

(My library group came up with all of these prompts:) delicious, horse, croissants, eviction, pardon

POOR HOUSE BOUND

They decided to end it all—

This penny-pinching was no good

and so they headed for the mall

to see what their pocket money could

buy. Searching cheap yet delicious,

they hoped horse would be nutritious.

Two croissants finished the menu.

Their front stoop being their venue,

the landlord found them sitting there

looking quite satisfied, of course,

after they spent the rent on horse.

With the eviction delivered,

the old woman shivered

while her man gave a booming belch,

which he was unable to squelch,

saying “Pardon,” but his sly grin

grew and then got away from him.

What’s the Sexiest Visible Part of a Man?

Published March 28, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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No, you go first. What’s your first preference? Your second? Me, I think the eyes, especially the bedroom eyes, wih their big pupils and lids at half-mast.

Now a confession — no, not a confession about sexy no-no’s, but a confession about why I wrote this post. I wanted to see what it did for my readership — blogwise, that is.

I’m curious. though. Did you agree with me on either your first or second preference? Been there, done that…..

P.S. Research has shown that the better looking he is, the more selfish. Not true for women, hoever…