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Pain for Beauty

June 17, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 159 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

No one got the memo to
Beauty that brushing is a
necessity for maintaining
her silky, fluffy, calico coat.

She thinks my attacks with
the evil brush and comb are
horrific assaults on both her
privacy and hope of survival.

If it were up to her, Beauty’s
jewelry would consist of
burs and spear grass, with
mats of hair and caked mud.

She would rather nap and
complain about her only three
quarters full food bowl than
comply with any grooming.

@Home Studio – 159^th poem of the year

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Opossum Hammock

June 17, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

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

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/7TnOut

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 – 158^th poem of the year

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

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Mary Poppins

June 16, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(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 – 157^th 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.

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Trampoline

June 11, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(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 – 155^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Trampoline photos to accompany my poem:

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Sudden Rain

June 11, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(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 – 154^th poem of the year

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

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David’s Rose

June 8, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(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 – 152^nd poem of the year

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

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Ninja Opossum

June 5, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(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 – 151^st poem of the year

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

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Chick-fil-A

June 5, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(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 – 150^th poem of the year

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Lesson 17 The Way of the Wizard

May 31, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(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 – 149^th 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.

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