How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only
Forever Delayed (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
met them for the first time today?(Thanks for the prompt suggestion, LisaListed!)
I meet men daily,
Men from my past, men in the present,
Men and women,
Who claim they’re me,
And it worries me,
Because I’m asked, nay begged, to be kind
To all their me.
How am I to tell them,
That then there’ll be no room for the me of now.
I’d rather show them the door, gently,
Unless they can make it worth my while,
To humor their ‘lie’.
(I tell you all this honestly).
PS: Thanks to Tom Balistreri for inspiring this post.
We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?
(Thanks for suggesting a similar prompt, Christian Thomas Golden.)
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,”
She told him with a glint in her eye.
But he was having none of it.
“Yes, I’ve heard that a million times before.
But what am I supposed to do with just a lousy picture?”
“Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” — Gertrude Stein
Do you agree?
The World Wide Web (WWW)
is a wonderful thing.
It allows me to check, re-check and
my thoughts, my innermost reflections.
But it’s not the best,
To seek out things in depth,
For you’ve got to question,
What’s put out in a matter of seconds.
Is this why common sense is uncommon?
But then why just blame the net?
Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.
The list’s all done.
Into that angel you were always searching for.
But then I’ve left a portrait
In my attic
That’s all me, all gray!
Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?
Who would read my posts aloud
To an audience who cares?
I’d seek first the audience,
And then who cares?
It could be me,
Or it could be a Hollywood superstar.
But I’d want them to be there first for me.
The Prisoner’s Dilemma (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Can you keep a secret? Have you ever — intentionally or not — spilled the beans (when you should’ve stayed quiet)?
What’s a secret between friends,
If the secret’s only in abeyance,
By one party or the other.
It makes no difference,
It’s just another prisoner’s dilemma.
And a case of bad cop, good cop,
Played all over.
For the other party’s at fault is the claim.
And you ask, ‘How else could they have known?”
An ill-kept secret is no mystery at all.
And a confidence that benefits one,
But causes the other immense harm,
Is not a pact,
But a travesty.