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Mary Poppins

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

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.

Birthday Baby

(Poem 156 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

This sweet baby
wanted the endless
skewer platter
parade of chuleta,
costela, and alcatra,
filet mignon, and
especially the cordeiro
at Estancia Churrascaria
for his birthday.
He has little use for
the polenta, and will not
touch the fried bananas,
but fights me for the
hottest pao de queijo
on the table.
Yesterday, he was everyone’s answer.
Today, he’s back to being only mine.
So, I was pleased to
celebrate the marking
of the occasion with flaming
Crème Brule Cheesecake
in honor of turning 43.

@Home Studio – 156th poem of the year

Trampoline

(Poem 155 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/mUyD9x

What goes up
might come down,
depending on the
amount of fun
being had by the
bouncers involved,
the relative weight
of giggles to the
equal and opposite
force of carefree-ness
being exerted,
tempered only by
the exuberant joy
of breathless
collapse.

@Home Studio – 155th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Trampoline photos to accompany my poem:

Sudden Rain

(Poem 154 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/fsyIJZ

The darkening sky
has balled up her fists,
begun to glower,
and let her rage roil.
The sudden assault
when she unleashes
a torrent is surprising
for its violent beauty.

@Home Studio – 154th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Sudden Storm photos to accompany my poem:

Business Speak

(Poem 153 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/UYSgfw

Let’s go ahead and
start the meeting
since we’re 3 minutes
past and we want to
respect your time.
We need to be flexible,
be prepared to pivot,
and accept that
this is a new norm.
We are going to be
rolling out the new task,
so we have to
shift directions
because, as always, the
requester determines the focus,
and in order to
meet the expectations,
you’ll need to respect the
importance of the workflow.
Due to internal deadlines
that will continue to
vary by task,
I may have to give you a non-answer.
I will never say no to more resources,
but I have to say that
I can’t speak to the assumption.
In terms of use cases…
reach out to P.O.’s,
and utilize your team.
I am going to have to
create a document to guide the process
because we all know
there are specific guidelines,
and we must be aware of
time on task to meet deadlines.
I appreciate your input;
that is useful data.

@Home Studio – 153rd poem of the year

David’s Rose

(Poem 152 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Long live the Rose that grew”
and shared her life with you,
a man of principles and strength,
a man who’ll go to any length
to be your rock who is stable
and always put food on the table.

Long live the man who knew
that his love for Rose was true,
a woman of conviction and force,
a woman who looks good on a horse,
who would battle on your behalf
and knows how to make you laugh.

@Home Studio – 152nd poem of the year

Shakur, Tupac. The Rose That Grew from Concrete. New York: Pocket Books, 2009.

Ninja Opossum

(Poem 151 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/xAJK2w

My opossum Joey Koey
is a secret ninja at night.
He goes on special missions
guided only by moonlight.

When we’re all asleep,
safe resting in our beds,
he’s off saving the world;
we’re scratching our heads.

How does he get out of
his kennel all on his own?
How does he get the jobs?
Does he talk on my phone?

Who out there needs saving
by an adorable marsupial?
His ministrations are sincere;
he’s persistent and dutiful.

I’m sure he has his reasons
for sneaking around and all,
for using his claws and tail
to make sure he doesn’t fall.

I have to trust he knows what
he’s doing and will be alright,
while I sleep safe and sound in
my bed and he’s out all night.

@Home Studio – 151st poem of the year

Runner ups for the Ninja Opossum photos to accompany my poem:

Chick-fil-A

(Poem 150 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Breaded chicken sandwich
with pickles and a sweet tea,
waffle potato fries with salt,
and all the special sauces—
barbecue, garden herb ranch,
honey mustard, Polynesian,
sweet & spicy sriracha, zesty
buffalo, honey roasted bbq,
avocado lime ranch, creamy
salsa, fat-free honey mustard,
garden herb ranch, light
balsamic vinaigrette, light Italian,
zesty apply cider vinaigrette,
and especially Chick-fil-A sauce.

@Home Studio – 150th poem of the year

Lesson 17 The Way of the Wizard

(Poem 149 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Clues that fall out of the sky are messages from spirit, but you must be alert to catch them.” – Merlin, The Way of the Wizard    

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/E8whwy

The laws of nature
answer to no man.
Striking a match creates a flame.
Lightning fells a tree.
The sun entices the earth to pirouette.
We are all caught in complex
webs of cause and effect,
a butterfly effect
of chaos unfolding
smoothly.
Synchronicities,
narrow escapes,
answered prayers,
divine coincidences,
lucky accidents,
the knowing of intuition—
all are clues you’ve
left so you’ll recognize
yourself through the
disguise of the material.
We must respect the mystery,
but pursue it ruthlessly
if we hope to find what
we don’t even know we seek.

@Home Studio – 149th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.116-122.

Runner ups for the divine coincidence photos to accompany my poem:

Hangry Monster

(Poem 148 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/WqO8Mz

When Jennifer gets hangry,
people better watch out.
She’s usually quite docile,
but whoo can she shout.

The slightest little noise
can make her head explode.
If a breeze blows too strong,
she starts croaking like a toad.

Once she reaches that point,
there’s nothing you can do,
except pass her a plate of nachos,
a hamburger, a taco, or two.

@Home Studio – 148th poem of the year