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Juneteenth

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(Poem 171 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Watermelon, strawberries, red sugar Kool-Aid,
fried catfish, hot links, barbecue, red velvet cake,
hibiscus tea, cornbread, greens, black eye peas,
strawberry shortcake, deviled eggs, mac and cheese,
potato salad, baked beans, strawberry pie,
sweet tea, coleslaw, and anything you can fry.

Families spending time together, off work for the day,
children at the splash pad, squealing as they play,
parades and floats, marching bands, music on blast,
celebration of freedom, remembrance of the past,
honoring the ancestors, lifting up the next generation,
supporting black businesses, praying for the nation.

@Home Studio – 171st poem of the year

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Bless Your Heart

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(Poem 170 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Bless your heart, you simple soul;
not a thought going on up there.
No light on in that attic of yours, or
maybe the light’s on, but nobody’s home.
You mean well, but you can’t help
it that you’re not playing with a
full deck of cards. Poor thing fell out
of the family tree and hit every branch
on the way down. It’s not your fault
you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed;
you’ve lost your marbles, you’re
off your rocker, and your elevator’s stuck
between two floors. You’re thick as a post,
rowing with one oar, a pickle short of a barrel.
There might be a leak in your think tank,
one prop short of a plane, and I’m afraid you might
have a few loose screws. You’re a few peas
short of a casserole, two sandwiches
shy of a picnic, a drink short of a 6-pack,
and can’t think your way out of a paper bag.
It’s ok that you’re silly as a goose,
as smart as bait, and don’t have all
the dots on your dice. You may not be firing
on all 6 cylinders, possibly running
about a quart low. You’re a few fries
short of a Happy Meal, and your cheese might
have slipped off your cracker, but I love it
when you come around because if I stand
close enough to you I can hear the ocean.

@Home Studio – 170th poem of the year

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Turtle in a Turtle Shell

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(Poem 167 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Maybe a turtle is in a turtle shell
much the way mice are in fur coats,
eels wear slick high-sheen leather,
and monsters live in skins of goats.

Stubborn dinosaurs wear emu feathers,
and goddess cats are draped in fluff.
Humans must don these hot meat suits,
while armadillos carry armor that’s rough.

Porcupines live inside costumes with spears
to protect like whales with the thickest skin.
It makes me wonder if the being we see
could be different from the soul within.

@Home Studio – 167th poem of the year

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Cat Piano

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(Poem 165 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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My cats have a piano.
They let me play it
once in a while when
I get the notion, but
mostly they sleep and
purr, and stretch on the
multiple flat surfaces
purely built for perching.

@Home Studio – 165th poem of the year

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Kura

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(Poem 164 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

I am so sorry, sweet Kura,
for being a bad steward.
I am treading water and
barely staying afloat.
Between trying to keep
people, dogs, cats, plants,
and an opossum alive,
none can really thrive,
certainly not me and,
obviously, not you.
I am guilty of neglect,
and you deserve better.
I already spoke with your
former caretaker, and she
has agreed to nurse you
back to health, I only
hope it is not too late.

@Home Studio on 6/18/24 @ 10:37pm – 164th poem of the year

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Horse Girl

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(Poem 162 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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My little black cowgirl
went to horse camp last
week and discovered that
there is a lot of work involved
in caring for a girl’s best friend.

She doesn’t think she
wants to run a ranch any
time soon, or train for the
rodeo, or even get a horse
of her own because…labor.

Her favorite take aways
were the cute jeans, the two-
toned brown and pink cowgirl boots,
the slow riding part of the adventure, and
petting horses while others mucked the stalls.

@Home Studio – 162nd poem of the year

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Sarah & Duck

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(Poem 161 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Charlotte and I, and Sarah and Duck
like to have tea together now and then.
We especially like it when we get visits
from Donkey, Scarf Lady, Bag, and Bug.
We gossip about Scooter Boy and the
Ribbon Sisters sitting with Umbrella.
We keep an eye on The Shallots to see
if they have grown, say hello to Plate
Girl, and wave happily to Hat Lady.
If it’s an especially lovely day, we might
see Bread Man, hear a squawk from
Flamingo, or chat with Leftover Wool.
And through it all, we sip our tea and
sigh, while whispering as many right
proper British-isms as we can muster.

@Home Studio – 161st poem of the year (after watching Sarah & Duck with Charlotte.)

Harris, Sarah Gomes, and O’Sullivan, Tim, Sarah & Duck, Karrot Animation, 18 February, 2013.

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Power Source

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(Poem 160 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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At the center of the universe
is a sunflower that radiates
beautiful, perpetual energy—
spirals and sparks, rays and
bolts, streams and streaks—
emanating every which way
from the black inflorescence.
Each petal bursts forth with
eternal seeds of galactic life,
bound for destinations pre-
determined by destiny’s map.

@Home Studio – 160th poem of the year

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Opossum Hammock

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(Poem 158 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Every opossum should have a hammock
for the purpose of reclining and lounging.
They spend the night mastering feats dynamic,
then cleaning little hands after scrounging.

Their weary bodies need 18 hours of sleep,
so it’s amazing we ever catch them awake.
A suspended soft perch ensures nary a peep,
as they dream of eating cake and a steak.

Yes, every opossum deserves a hanging bed
where they can climb to a safe, warm retreat.
There they can nestle and rest a tired head
to nap in peace and dream of sweet meat.

@Home Studio – 158th poem of the year

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Mary Poppins

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(Poem 157 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Spit, spot, do your chores;
make the room look spiffy.
Once you’ve done your very best,
we’ll have some tea in a jiffy.

If you fancy a story before bed,
be sure you’ve brushed your teeth.
Don’t be dodgy or skip the molars;
then wipe your mouth beneath.

While you sleep, remember the rule,
no dream creatures allowed at home—
whichever magical lovelies you meet,
be they fairy, sprite, pixie, or gnome.

In the morning, before school,
I’ll make you some toast and beans.
Then off you go to learn your lessons
about all the kings and queens.

@Home Studio – 157th poem of the year (after watching Mary Poppins Returns with Debbie, Julia, Paula, and Celinda.)

Marshall, Rob. Mary Poppins Returns. Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, 2018.