Batman has fled Gotham Town;
Superman is nowhere to be found.
What will we do when there are no more superheroes?
How can we fix the world if we can’t leap over a tall building?
Spiderman’s web is tangled and unwoven;
Wonder Woman in her skimpy outfit is completely frozen.
What will we do when there are no more superheroes?
If we can’t pick up the magic phone and call for help, what will we do?
Perhaps we’ll have to look deep within and realize it doesn’t
take a superhero to stand up to a bully or a bigot.
Each of us has the power within to be a super hero to those around us.
Linking this to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck.
young girl looks at me
from within the mirror’s frame
mirage from the past
Just so you know, my mother really painted a very nice picture of me when I was five-years-old. Here’s the non-fisheye version.
Be sure to visit Haiku Heights hosted by Leo.
Fantastic dragons race through my mind
Amazing and bizarre competing for my attention
But none can capture and sustain it
Fleeting floating figures that free themselves
To race out of my mind and into the universe
Coming and going and flitting about
Getting entwined together into a great tangle
Of dragons racing through my mind
This is my contribution to G-Man’s Friday Flash 55 for this week.
P.S. Please ignore the dust on the dragon. I don’t like dusting.
I don’t do drugs. But I must say, I think I’m tripping.
I am having some lung issues. The air I breathe at work is rotten, and not just because of the naughty kids. Our brand new junior high is the remodeled old high school. When we were at a big staff meeting, it came out that the high school teachers were all rejoicing because they would be leaving the building with those air issues. They told us any circulation problems would be taken care of before we moved in.
Well, all fall I’d go to work feeling fine and feel my head filling with snot and pressure and end up with a headache. As I drove home to my 111 year old leaky farmhouse on a gravel road with the dog and cats and houseplants after haying the livestock, I would feel my head clear. I could breathe better in my den of allergens.
Finally, I got sick mid-January, and now I can’t get better. I keep getting the fever and my lungs now feel like they are in shrink wrap. I just finished antibiotics, and I had to go back to the doctor today. I got more antibiotics, prednisone and albuterol for the nebulizer. (You non-allergy people that’s a little saline with medicine that has an air compressor to help you inhale the medicine.)
See funny thing about me and prednisone and albuterol. For some reason, it gives me this weird reaction where I don’t sleep. Really, I’ll sleep about two or three hours a night. Don’t worry though, because I’m not tired. I try to sleep, but my mind will not stop. I have so many thoughts going through my brain and I’m thinking that very soon, I might have some brilliant thought. Or, I might say some weird thing that makes no sense because I am really on a trip here. So this is my apology for anything bizarre that I might post while I’m on these meds.
This is my letter T contribution to Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe-Thursday. Sorry, Jenny…this is the best I can do today.
This week’s You Capture theme is things that start with L. Well, when I look around I see a lot of things starting with L. The most noticeable is the llama. I think this should get bonus points for starting with a double L.
He’s not very happy with our recent muddy weather. Look at those ears flat back.
Farther out in the pasture I found Litha lounging in the grass with her lovely daughter, Maddie.
By far the ultimate in lazy is my little lady Dana lying on her side dead to the world.
Lastly, just so you can see she is a lively kids, she did wake up to come back to the barnyard.
Be sure to visit Beth for more You Captures posts on the letter L.
pop open the bottle
reaching for another one
hoping to continue
dulling the senses
emotions hidden away
avoiding it all
nothing seems to help
can’t stand the pressure
looking for an easy out
drinking to forget
This is being linked to One Shot Wednesday.
This is for Jingle’s Poetry Potluck where the theme is Our Home, Temple and Sanctum.
I am at home in the barnyard
or out on the hills in pasture
hugging and snuzzling with the goats
a breath of fresh air
with a blue sky overhead
and green grass below
where I am free to be me and
loved exactly the way I am
home is where my garden grows
and my cat sleeps in the sun
free from the artificial restraints of society
living naturally with the rhythm of nature
following the cyclical pattern of nature
~~life, death and rebirth~~
rules followed by the plants and animals
are the only rules in my home
that and put the toilet seat down
Vague thoughts of talking
with furry woodland creatures
memories or dream?
As a lonely child
these animals were my friends
Were they real or not?
How to tell child’s fantasy
from true memories
dreams and reality crash
This is linked to Haiku Height # 31: Memory
Soaking up the rays
Feelings of warmth
and the passion of
a sun-kissed cheek.
Blessings from a star.
I am truly enjoying the longer days and actually feeling warmth from the sun. The deer seem to be enjoying the uncovered grass in my orchard (only the grass. Really I trust they are not eating the fruit trees).
This is being linked to One Shot Wednesday and Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe-Thursday. S is for Sunshine.
Muffin doesn’t seem to want to have her picture taken. She could have just said no instead of sticking her tongue out at me.
Muffin Jane Osboer
I just got a new camera, Nikon D3100 with a 55mm – 300mm Nikor lens. I really am enjoying it.
I’m linking this to SOOC Sunday hosted by Murrieta.