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  • mistermuse 9:20 pm on July 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Age before beauty, , , , ,   

    PRIME RHYME, NO FIB (AND THAT’S THE RIB) 

    How about something I’ve not done for some time:
    Post a post so sublime, it don’t do nothing but rhyme.
    If I chose prose that’s verbose — longer than a rose is not a nose —
    What woes ‘twould expose, such that who knows how big it grows?

    Thus I propose, pun in hand, to avoid overflows
    And sink to new lows, to the confusion of my foes.
    So, friends, meat my poems that may stop on a dime;
    Just remember this tickler: not all ribs are prime.

    I WILL ONLY STOOP SO LOW

    I don’t do windows;
    I don’t do lawns —
    But when I doo-doo,
    I do do johns.

    AGE BE FOR BEAUTY

    Bald is beautiful —
    Or, so they say —
    But my head is only
    Bald half-way.

    Thus, I look forward,
    The more I age,
    To looking better
    At every stage.

    POST MORT ‘EM

    The world, it go to pot;
    Life literate is shot.
    O, woe is my bon mot….
    Bon mort, and thanks a lot!

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
  • mistermuse 12:08 am on April 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , ,   

    HAIKU!….GESUNDHEIT! 

    Pardon me while I celebrate INTERNATIONAL HAIKU POETRY DAY. Haiku, as you know, is a three-line poem of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, which happens to total 17, which happens to be this day of the month, which happens to be INTERNATIONAL I-Already-Told-You-What DAY. So, here are a few lowbrow examples of haiku, guaranteed to ruin your appetite for haiku for the for-eatable future. If you have trouble swallowing any of these, feel free to wash it down with a swig of your favorite beverage, followed by a quart of milk of magnesia. If that doesn’t relieve your groan, you’re on your own.

    ONE TOO MANY (syllables)

    Excuses may be
    easy to make…but they don’t
    make up for your mistake.

    A NEAR MYTH

    Once upon a time
    I tried to make a haiku
    rhyme. Maybe next time.

    HAIKU ON THE HUSTINGS

    Politician beams,
    waves to crowd of strange faces…
    he’s been here before.

    Had enough? Believe it or not, it could always be worse:

     

     

     

     
  • mistermuse 12:04 am on October 7, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Bald Is Beautiful, , clip joint, corruption, , hair loss, haircut, , , Lost Horizon, , quid pro quo, , Rudy Giuliani, ,   

    BALD AND FREE — HOW CAN THAT BE? (subtitle: The Bald And The Beautiful) 

    Nothing makes a woman feel as old as watching the bald spot increase on the top of her husband’s head. –Helen Rowland

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    Oct. 7 is BALD AND FREE DAY, but personally, I’m not sure what one has to do with the other. I’m mostly bald, all right, but how free is a married man like me? Of course, I’m just kidding — my wife lets me out of my cage for an hour a week, even though I keep getting balder….and making her feel older. Maybe I shouldn’t be using that hour to get a haircut.

    HEADLONG RETREAT

    As the years go by, my barber
    Takes less and less time with my hair
    Which only serves to remind me
    That there’s less and less of it there.

    To be sure, I’m not the only one whose predicament may become a hair-raising experience:

    That gave me a headache just watching it. If only I could trust the dubious ads that involve spending my moo-lah to get to the root of the problem, I might risk springing for mo-hair….but snake oil aside, there must be a less painful way to restore a Lost Hairy zone:

    Hmm. I wonder whether that great humanit-hairian, Donald Trump, would mind parting with some of his spare hair if I could dig up some skullduggery by his political opponents? For example, much corruption has been reported in the Caribbean nation of Hairti — and it’s surely a lock that all of the Democratic Presidential contenders are involved. All I’d have to do is send my nosey friend, Fruity Giuliani, there on behalf of our Pres with a quid pro-boscis that the Pres of Hairti can’t ignore.

    On second thought, if Agent Orange went to my head, my wife might think I’m losing it along with my hair. I might as well keep to my cage, skip my weekly trip to the clip joint, and try to console myself that, after all is said and done….

    Now, if I can only convince my wife.

     
  • mistermuse 9:40 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Hickory dickory dock, , , , , ,   

    THE ART OF BAD POETRY 

    Oscar Wilde quote: “All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.” Maybe so, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.

    A few days ago, in pondering the possibility of posting a post of putrid poetry for BAD POETRY DAY (August 18th), I took the precaution of reviewing a decade (my blog began in 2009) of August posts to make sure I hadn’t previously perpetrated poetic perfidy on unsuspecting readers on this day. Unluckily for you , I found that I’ve never posted a post on Aug. 18, so we’re good to go….make that, I’m good to go. Or bad to go. You have to stay, because if you don’t, you’ll break my poor art — and that wouldn’t be polite.

    Perhaps you think that my calling bad poetry an art
    doesn’t pass the smell test, like calling passing gas a fart.

    Not to put you on the spot, but was that a bad-ass poem, or what?
    Granted, it has a perfect rhyme, but is that such a crime?
    As bad poetry, I still say it’s sublime….speaking of which, I’ll have you know there are actually high-class contests to determine how low a bad poem can get, such as:

    With that behind us, it’s time we get back to sum-more of my cool august poetry:

    CLOCKING OUT

    Hickory, dickory, dock,
    The doc ran up the rock.
    The rock was more slippery
    Than doc’s hickory dickory,
    So down he fell, which cleaned his clock.

    HAIR APPARENT

    A Whig party wig
    Is my saving grace —
    It diverts your gaze
    Away from my face.

    I WILL ONLY STOOP SO LOW

    I don’t do windows,
    I don’t do lawns —
    But when I doo-doo,
    I do do johns.

    And with that, I bid you a fond adieu-doo.

     

     
    • Carmen 10:20 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      • she chuckles *

      Of course you know I’ll have to offer my favourite poem (by Sheree Fitch, of Nova Scotia)

      TOES IN MY NOSE

      I stuck my toes in my nose and couldn’t get them out
      It looked a little strange and people began to shout
      “Why would you ever?”
      “My goodness I never!”
      They got in a terrible snit.

      “It’s simple” I said, as they put me to bed –
      “I just wanted to see if they FIT!”

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      • mistermuse 10:45 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you for that beautiful bad poem, Carmen. It calls to mind this golden oldie:

        You’re a poet
        though you don’t know it
        but your feet show it —
        they’re Longfellows.

        HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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    • equipsblog 11:29 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Your last poem is so bad it’s actually good.

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    • mistermuse 11:46 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      To quote the late author and critic D.B. Wyndham Lewis, “There is bad Bad Verse and good Bad Verse.” Hopefully he would have agreed with you that my last poem fits the latter category.

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    • Rivergirl 1:22 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      When it comes to bad… you’re very good.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 1:48 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Chelsea Owens here on WP runs a weekly terrible poetry contest that is a total hoot. Much in line with the rhymes you posted. Lol. If you ever need a laugh in these dark days of Trump, there are plenty of bad poets willing to share their terribleness. 😀 Thanks for the clip about intolerable moo too.

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    • calmkate 7:20 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Only you could pull off bad poetry with such aplomb!

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    • obbverse 7:21 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Always a pleasure to read bad poetry- or so my proof reader tells me. Seriously, it is a pleasure to read. No doubt you’re aware of William McGonagle, the high/low mark of all bad poets He tried so hard to write well, in his so earnest po-faced way. That makes it all the more hilarious.

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      • mistermuse 9:12 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks. McGonagall had this in common with all bad poets: he was clueless that his poetry was bad. Still, I don’t mean that uncharitably — bad poets ‘gotta live too,’ and for all I know, maybe it keeps many of them out of trouble (although we all know a certain very bad tweeter who makes a lot of trouble for others).

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    • America On Coffee 2:36 am on August 22, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I kind of like bad poetry. Composition charisma is what it has. 💕

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    • magickmermaid 12:04 pm on August 22, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Hooray for bad poetry! Groaning 😀

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    • barkinginthedark 4:17 am on August 26, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      oy!
      oh boy!
      hoy hoy floy floy
      i may just be the hoi polloi
      but i really truly did enjoy.

      continue…

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bucket truck, feet, Footloose and Fancy Free, , kick the bucket, , one foot in the grave, , , , Richard Himber Orchestra (Stuart Allen vocal), , song,   

    ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOT TALK? 

    When I was young, I never thought about getting old (a stage of life known as having one foot in the grave — almost curtains). So, having two feet in the grave was the last thing on my mind. Now I’m a senior citizen, and I’m still not ready to kick the bucket, but my feet are killing me like I am about to kick bucket — or, with my luck it (this bucket) kicks me:

    Foot cramps, ingrown toenails, fungus among-us, smelly feet (you know this from my last post) — it’s like I got my feet at the Bad Feet Store. You name it, my feet are treating me like a heel. Don’t laugh — someday you may walk in my shoes, and then you’ll know the agony of de feet and be the sole of remorse for not seeing fit to empathize. But I guess you’ll cross that footbridge when you come to it.

    Having retired from a desk job, I didn’t spend most of my life upon my feet, so my tootsies aren’t letting me down because of being mistreated. Likewise, I’ve seldom, if ever, worn high heels (I may have BEEN a heel a time or two, but that’s a different story). I don’t know — maybe I’m finally footing the bill for writing such poems as this:

    All humans have more than one foot,
    Unless one has less than two.
    One can trust I count two on me —
    More or less, can one count on you?

    Groan. I guess my days of being this are over:

     

     

     
    • Paul Sunstone 1:35 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I was forced to forward your post to the proper authorities on the grounds it was exceeding the legal pun limit.

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    • calmkate 7:17 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      how footuitous that you have both feet in the grave, are down in the heel and obviously in need of a swift shoe up the posterior IMHO 🙂

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      • mistermuse 9:36 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Fortunately, I only have one foot in the grave, calmkate. When I have two feet in the grave, I won’t be replying to your comments (or anyone else’s, for that matter). 🙂

        BTW, “one foot in the grave” is an expression which dates back to the 17th century, which makes it almost as old as I am. It means ‘near death’ (like most of my puns).

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        • calmkate 8:47 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink

          had no idea the term or you were so prehistoric, nice chatting with a dinosaur 🙂

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    • masercot 8:23 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      “You need feet, to stand up straight with,
      You need feet, to kick your friends,
      You need feet, to keep your socks up,
      And stop your legs from, fraying at the ends.” – “You Need Feet” Edwin Carp

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      • mistermuse 9:43 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Not to Carp, masercot, but did you have to come up with a poem that’s more better than mine in the post (not that difficult to do, I admit)? But I appreciate it, nonetheless. 🙂

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    • rivergirl1211 8:24 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      My name is River… and I have bunions. Don’t get me started on feet! My issues started when I was 40 and that’s just not fair!

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      • mistermuse 9:51 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        I wish I could tell you a cure, River, but when it comes to bunions, I don’t know my onions. I can only hope that these punions are so bad, they make you forget your bunions for a while.

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    • Richard A Cahill 12:08 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      It’s living in Ohio that’s hurting your wheels, Sr. Muse. Move to a warmer clime, like I’ve lived in most of my life, and liberate those tootsies from the confines of shoes at, least nights and on weekends. Flip-flops never gave anybody bunions.

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    • mistermuse 2:47 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Unfortunately, a move to a warmer clime isn’t in my foreseeable future, Ricardo, but if I can just hang around for another century or so, global warming will have moved to me, thereby saving me the trouble.

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    • Elizabeth 4:03 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      My sympathy. We have frequent user discounts at the podiatrist!

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    • magickmermaid 6:43 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      A great post and a toe-tapper of a tune! 🙂

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      • mistermuse 10:43 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Glad you liked both. The composer of the tune was Carmen Lombardo, brother of Guy Lombardo. He was the lead saxophonist in Guy’s orchestra, which you may remember because it was one of the most popular dance bands of all time for many years.

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    • Silver Screenings 9:49 am on March 23, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      The song you posted, “Footloose and Fancy Free”, is a great start to the day. Thanks for that!

      And thanks for the Bucket Truck video – I mean it. It’s fascinating! Now I want to ride in one.

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      • mistermuse 10:48 pm on March 23, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Glad you enjoyed both the song and the Bucket Truck video, which I was lucky to stumble upon as a good fit for this post. Some amusement park should come up with a version of the Bucket Trucks for a kids’ ride (including us adult kids)!

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    • equipsblog 5:51 pm on April 6, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I’d hate to foot the bill for this entertaining post, because if we have to pay by the pun, it’s very expensive.

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      • mistermuse 7:06 pm on April 6, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        I see that the latest post on your blog is titled “ImPUNity” (my caps) — a pun so bad that I should probably pay you. But by recommending that my readers check out your blog, suppose we call it even. 🙂

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    • mistermuse 11:31 pm on April 6, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Actually, “Its” is pronounced “Itz”….but it’s the pits in both cases, so I’ll call it a night before I get in any deeper. 😦

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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Auguste Rodin, Bessie Smith, , , NO BRAINER DAY, poet, President, , Rene Descarte, , , , , thought, ,   

    NO BRAINER DAY 

    I think, therefore I am. –René Descartes 
    I overthink, therefore I post.
    –mistermuse

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    Lately, I’ve been burning too much mental energy cooking up posts to roast Trump (e.g., I almost said toast rump); the heat is turning my face red and giving me the thinking blues:

    Frankly, friends, I think I need to cool it before the strain becomes a drain on my brain and gives me a pain. Fortunately, Feb. 27 is NO BRAINER DAY — a perfect day to post a post which requires little or no thinking. But before you Trump reprobates snidely ask how that would make this post any different from my previous posts, answer me this: how much thought do you think The Donald gives his tweets? Even a smart-ask Trumpite should allow that mistermuse be entitled to one day of devoting the same paucity of gray matter to his post that your Orange Oligarch devotes to his tweets every day.

    With that in mind, I’m giving the rest of this tome over to posting what others thought when they thought about thinking/not thinking. Do I think their thinking will make you think you’re thinking what I’m thinking about thinking/not thinking? Just a thought.

    So, let’s get quoting before I change my mind and start thinking again:

    I think that I think; therefore, I think I am. –Ambrose Bierce

    [I think that I think, therefore] I yam what I yam. –Popeye the Sailor Man

    There is no expedient to which a man will not go to avoid the labor of thinking. –Thomas Edison

    Ours is an age which is proud of machines that think, and suspicious of men who try to. –Howard Mumford Jones

    The best way [for a woman] to win a man is to make him think you think as much of him as he does. –Evan Esar

    In America, we say what we think, and even if we can’t think, we say it anyhow. –Charles F. Kettering

    In closing, did you know Rodin’s THE THINKER was originally called THE POET:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Thinker

    I happen to know that THE POET didn’t appreciate the name change, thus this reaction:

    Mused The Poet to a passing skunk,
    “What good is being called The Thinker?
    To some day convey the aura of a President,
    It should Don the wrap, like you, of The Stinker.”

     

     

     
    • calmkate 12:20 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Kettering says it best … take deep breaths, calm down … your blood pressure is thru the roof young man ❤

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    • mistermuse 1:39 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I think what Kettering said applies more to Trump and his supporters, Kate. How does one calm down so long as such a dangerously immoral man remains in power? Call me overly concerned, but Like Popeye (and Trump), “I yam what I yam.”

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      • Yeah, Another Blogger 9:06 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        I’m with you on Trump. He stinks up the joint.

        Neil Scheinin

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        • mistermuse 9:51 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink

          You got that right, Neil. The most worrying thing is that the joint he stinks up is The White House.

          Correction: he stinks up the country, if not the whole world.

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    • scifihammy 8:13 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I like Your quote. 😀

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    • rivergirl1211 9:18 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      You’ve given me a lot to think about there…

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      • mistermuse 9:43 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        You go, rivergirl!

        On second thought, stay — I need all my brilliant, witty, adorable followers (and you too)! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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    • mlrover 9:32 am on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I think, therefore I am. –René Descartes or I overthink, therefore I post. –mistermuse
      I like yours better.

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    • mistermuse 12:40 pm on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Manoloprofe, thank you for the like. I read your latest post about William Tell, but there appears to be no way to leave responses on your blog, so I’ll leave my response here:

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    • Eliza 2:54 pm on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for the smiles
      Happy Wednesday
      Love, light and glitter

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      • mistermuse 6:39 pm on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks for the comment. I’ll take the love and the light, but leave the glitter to pop artists and Hollywood celebs who (apparently) can never have enough!

        Take care, and remember what Abe Lincoln said: “Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” 🙂

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    • Richard A Cahill 10:46 pm on February 27, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I think you failed to write a trump-free post, Sr. Muse. As far as wishing not to abuse Trump in prose, been there, tried to do that, failed miserably myself. I feel your pain.

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    • magickmermaid 7:41 pm on February 28, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      A very well-thought out post! 😀

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    • mistermuse 7:50 pm on February 28, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I think so too, therefore I thank you! 🙂

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    • masercot 7:38 am on March 1, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I do love me some Bessie Smith…

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      • mistermuse 12:48 pm on March 1, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Hopefully, there’s something here to please every reader (except Trump supporters, some of whom may know how to read, and happen upon this post).

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    • Resa 8:34 pm on March 3, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Nice post! I like the Popeye “Yam am”
      Don’t hear much about Popeye, anymore. He’s too, anchored in the past. 😀
      My cat is named Jeep, after Eugene the Magical Jeep! True!

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    • mistermuse 10:57 pm on March 3, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Sorry to say, I’ve never heard of Eugene the Magical Jeep. However, I have heard of Puff the Magic Dragon, so I hope that counts for something! 🙂

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    • Paul Sunstone 2:03 am on March 4, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I’ve come to believe that for most of us, “thinking” is not much different than exploring the insides of our boxes. The boxes our parents, teachers, peers, culture, etc. give us to play around inside of. Now and then, we make an important discovery. “The walls are brown!”

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    • Susi Bocks 12:27 am on March 7, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I think I need to think about all this carefully. 😉 BTW, “I overthink, therefore I post.” Spot on, Mister Writer! I thoroughly enjoyed your mini-rant. May you be able to de-stress a bit.

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    • Silver Screenings 11:08 am on March 7, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Hey, I didn’t know The Thinker was originally called The Poet. I always learn something when I come here.

      Also: I love the quote about our society being proud of machines that think, but distrustful of people who try to. Very well said.

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      • mistermuse 7:14 am on March 15, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks for the comment, SS — I thought I had replied before, but apparently I forgot. Apparently I need a machine that thinks for me, or at least remembers for me! 🙂

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    • kutukamus 2:20 am on March 15, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Now this ‘no-brainy’ is something to think over, really 🙂

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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on January 31, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , homelessness, , , regret, , turning points,   

    READ MY LIPS POEM 

    Here in the American Midwest, waking up to sub-zero lows the past few mornings reminded me of a poem I wrote one January more than two dozen frozen winters ago, titled WINTERDREAM….so I dug the poem out of cold storage, blew the snow (or was it dust?) off it, and re-read it for the first time in some time. As I did, it dawned on me that, although published before (both in paper journals and online), perhaps it could stand one more exposure. Then, near poem’s end, I re-came upon the word “lips”….and that settled it (reference the last two sentences of my last post, LIPS SERVICE). Here, then, one last time, is….

    WINTERDREAM

    Suppose a homeless man
    found a tattered hat,
    abandoned, like himself,
    to the elements….
    and in that tattered hat,
    tucked inside the band,
    a winning lottery ticket
    could transform his life;

    but first, he must see it –
    and then, seeing it,
    not toss it to the wind,
    as life had tossed him.
    Let us further suppose
    the deadline to claim
    its prize came at midnight
    of that very day.

    That night, in winter’s turn,
    the man had a dream
    that he could live his life
    starting all over again,
    knowing as much at birth
    as he knew this moment,
    so that all the choices
    and hidden chances
    of wasted turning points
    lay exhumed ahead….

    but the thought made him
    cringe: regret was a fire
    that gave pain without heat.
    He awoke in cold sweat
    to the taste of blown snow
    on the cracks of his lips,
    and pulled down the brim
    of yesterday’s fortune.
    What luck to have found
    a buffer against fate.

     

     

     
  • mistermuse 1:04 pm on August 28, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: cowards, deal with the devil, , Hamlet, , , , , , slings and arrows,   

    TO SEE OR NOT TO SEE, THAT IS THE QUESTION* 

    To see or not to see, that is the question:
    Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to look past
    The slings and arrows of outrageous tweets
    And excuse the lies and insults of our imperial Don,
    So long as such doth advance our noble cause
    And lead us back to the glory of righteous times,
    Devoutly to be wish’d. Ay, there’s the rub:
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    Th’opressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
    The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,
    The insolence of office, and the unworthy spurns,
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus devil-deals doth make cowards of us all
    And enterprises of great pitch and moment
    Lie paraded, bare and exposed for all but us to see.

    *with appreciation, but no apologies, to Shakespeare

     

     

     

     
    • masercot 1:14 pm on August 28, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      You spoke that trippingly on the tongue…

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    • Carmen 1:48 pm on August 28, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Agreed, mistermuse. His lies doth offend the nose. (If not the GOP’s)

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    • The Coastal Crone 5:19 pm on August 28, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I think he “doth protest too much!” Well done & no tweet needed.

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      • mistermuse 11:31 am on August 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        I thank one and all for your comments, as we look forward to the day when “that’s all he (me) wrote” re a deposed Lyin’ King.

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    • Richard A Cahill 4:34 pm on August 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      May he receive all the slings and arrows of misfortune he merits, Sr. Muse.

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    • restlessjo 5:49 pm on August 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I think the Bard would approve. He made a living from being forthright, while staying on the ‘right side’. 🙂 🙂

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    • Paul Sunstone 10:40 pm on August 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Not my favorite subject, the Don, these days. But well done. A very clever idea well executed.

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      • mistermuse 9:14 am on August 30, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Paul. I hope I have applied Shakespeare to more learned purpose than this:

        “To know the force of human genius we should read Shakespeare; to see the insignificance of human learning we may study his commentators.” –William Hazlitt

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  • mistermuse 12:16 am on June 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply
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    LET US PRAY…. 

    that the malaise of Donald Trump’s moral vacuity
    doesn’t linger like a curse in oral (and worse) perpetuity
    so when his term on his bully stage is o’er, we
    see that our humanity (which his vanity tested sore-ly)
    has withstood base attacks based on our credulity,
    as we pray virtue is its own reward (virtus ipsa pretium sui).

     
    • Carmen 6:48 am on June 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Even this atheist would pray for that, mistermuse. But I can’t help but wonder if the Supreme Court is going to be the next bastion of the destructive Christian Right. It’s not looking good. 😦

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      • mlrover 8:11 am on June 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        I’m Christian and can’t help but gag at the hypocrisy of groups like the CR and Moral Majority. They have no understanding of the Constitution which gives them the right to be bullies.

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      • mistermuse 9:31 am on June 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        You got that Right, Carmen (sorry, I couldn’t resist a pun, even when the subject’s not fun).

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    • D. Wallace Peach 1:10 pm on June 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Pretty soon Trump-supporters are going to start feeling the economic pain. (And it will be Obama’s fault, of course.)

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      • mistermuse 5:20 pm on June 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        And in that case, Diana, you can count on most Trump supporters believing him (that it’s Obama’s fault).

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    • Rosaliene Bacchus 1:44 pm on July 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Amen.
      Thanks for the follow 🙂

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    • America On Coffee 4:48 am on July 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Prayer is the answer. There are no presidents or prime minister’s worldwide. The courts rule. The courts are misleading to form a one world gov thru the UN is the big possibility. Nice post.

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      • mistermuse 8:59 am on July 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        A.O.C., the title of this post was meant figuratively rather than literally, but you’re free to take it literally if you wish. Deists, of which I am one, have a different “take” on prayer (for the ‘reason,’ click “World Union of Deists” under BLOGROLL (right column)….but take care, because it is said the devil is in the details. 🙂

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    • America On Coffee 3:58 pm on July 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I understand. Consider still.– And, have a great day.

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    • The Coastal Crone 10:54 pm on July 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I like your style! Thanks for the visit to my humble blog!

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  • mistermuse 1:13 pm on June 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply
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    TIME FLIES 

    It is said that “Time flies when you’re having fun.” As for me, time flies when you can’t believe a certain young woman and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary this fall, and next year on June 23, the oldest of our two daughters (Big One and Little One) will celebrate(?) her 50th birthday. How is it possible that one day the young woman and I got married, and the next thing we know, our girls are older than my oldest clothes (though not by much). Time and fun fly when ‘hangers-on’ in the closet look the same as decades ago….but the reflection in the mirror looks like Methuselah’s grandfather. 😦

    The moral of the story?

    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
    Old Time is still a-flying;
    And this same flower that smiles today
    Tomorrow will be dying.

    Then be not coy, but use your time
    And while ye may, go marry;
    For having lost but once your prime,
    You may forever tarry.

    –Robert Herrick (from his poem TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME, 1648)

    In other words, take the advice of legendary songwriter Irving Berlin (1888-1989) and….

    Oh….I almost forgot: Happy 49th Birthday, Big One!

     

     

     
    • arekhill1 2:05 pm on June 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I’m the eldest of seven, Sr. Muse, and a honeymoon baby like Big One. My mother is continually startled by how old I am.

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      • mistermuse 4:03 pm on June 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        I lost my mother years ago, Ricardo, but I’m sure she would react the same as yours if she were still alive.

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    • calmkate 3:34 pm on June 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      lol wow 50 years is most impressive! Well done both of you, love the song …

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      • mistermuse 4:07 pm on June 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Kate. The song is one of Irving Berlin’s lesser-known ones but, I think, one of his best, despite (or maybe because of) its simplicity.

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    • scifihammy 8:17 am on June 24, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Time does fly!
      Happy Golden Anniversary for later this year. 🙂

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    • Don Frankel 9:51 am on June 24, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Happy Anniversary Mister and Mrs Muse. Guess it is safe to say…

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      • mistermuse 11:02 am on June 24, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Don. I guess, having made it through the first 50 years, Mister and Mrs. Muse can make it through the next 50….and then we’ll be in better position to see if we can handle Everlasting.

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    • pjlazos 6:46 am on June 25, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      So many milestones! Have fun!! Oh, and time is all happening at once so re-live it at your leisure. 😘

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    • D. Wallace Peach 2:53 pm on June 25, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Time does fly, doesn’t it? I went to my grandson’s 5th birthday party yesterday. He’s starting school in the fall. How did that happen? He was just born last week. 🙂
      An early Happy Anniversary, and Happy Birthday to the Big One.

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      • mistermuse 6:39 pm on June 25, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        How lucky can you be, to have a grandchild of that age (or any age), Diana. Enjoy his childhood “while ye may,” because TIME FLIES! And thank you for the Anniversary and Birthday wishes.

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    • RMW 12:50 am on June 29, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Fifty years of wedded bliss…. congrats…. that’s a lot of cat lifetimes. I actually had to use the calculator to figure out what year that was… 1968. For me, life is a lot better now.

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    • barkinginthedark 1:20 am on July 6, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you MM for all the reading…I love this music and thanks for the follow. Barking in the Dark will always endeavor to inform, agitate and, above all, amuse. continue…

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    • Kally 7:15 am on July 7, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Love this song. Advance congratulations to your anniversary and a loving wish for your elder one’s birthday.

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      • mistermuse 8:30 am on July 7, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Kally. You remind me of the Dr. Pepper commercial on TV–you’re “the sweet one.” 🙂

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        • Kally 10:16 am on July 7, 2018 Permalink

          Awwww! I haven’t seen that commercial. We don’t have Dr. Pepper over here but I Guess I’ll YouTube to find out which one! 🙂

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    • Silver Screenings 1:26 pm on July 8, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Every day is a good day for Art Landry & Co., in my opinion.

      Hey, Congrats on your upcoming 50th Anniversay! Woohoo! That is a remarkable achievement.

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      • mistermuse 3:31 pm on July 8, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, S.S.

        Art Landry’s was one of many popular big bands back in the Roaring Twenties. I should probably devote a post or two to remembering some of them: Paul Whiteman, Fred Waring, Ben Selvin, Leo Reisman, George Olsen, etc.

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    • franklparker 11:49 am on August 16, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Loved this. You may have beaten to 80 by a year three but I claim victory in the marriage duration stakes and having a child over 50. (55 and 53 respectively this September). Must follow you and read more of your poetry and politics.

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      • mistermuse 11:59 am on August 16, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Frank. I, too, must read more of your posts as time permits — as if it ever does….so I’ll just have to take time and like it (which shouldn’t be too difficult, based on what I’ve read so far).

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