A Bouquet of Thanks to Monkey Man

This is my farewell entry in Sunday 160. When I began my blog, Monkey Man's Sunday 160 was one of the regular events that got me writing. Thank you for that, MM. I'll miss having my coffee with you on Sunday morning.

Junior Superhero

She saw her mother hit by cancer at 33

Watched as she fought back and won

And learned what it takes to be a superhero.

Today they fight for the cure side by side.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

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This bit of bragging is done for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.

160: Communication Breakdown

He said. She said.

Both busy talking.

Neither can hear.

He said.

She thought...

She said.

 He heard...

Ah pfft!

In a huff

They stopped speaking.

Interplanetary

Interference?

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Thanks to my several of my blogging buddies
for inadvertently using the words that inspired this.

This was written for Sunday 160, 

graciously hosted by Monkey Man.

160: Dream Big

Scary Jack o’ Lanterns,

Spicy pumpkin bread.

Grand dreams of glory

Filled little pumpkin heads.

“You’re all crazy,”

The big one said

“I’d rather be

A coach instead.”

Happy Halloween, Everyone!

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This is my offering for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.

160: The Dancer

Overcome with music

She sways in joyous dance.

She cares not where she is

Or what passers-by may think.

The only thing she notices

Is that the muse began to sing.

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This is my offering for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man here.

160: Beware the Squirrel Bear

Carry your bells.

Be ready to spray.

Or you might make

Some bear’s day.

I can’t claim it’s mine,

But it’s funny all the same.

Remember the warning

From Fish and Game.

(click to enlarge)

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This public service announcement came to me in a viral e-mail.  It's too important good not to share.

This is my offering for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man here.

160 Sheets to the Wind

(Photo: Grey Goose Vodka)

Some say Merlot.

Some say Pinot.

But I say cosmo,

And so do I.

Tomorrow is Sunday.

And Monkey Man awaits.

I have to say something.

And so do I.

Got a 160?

And so do I.

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At least I can still count.  This was written (while under the influence of having been a wee bit "overserved") for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man here.

160: “It can’t happen to me.”

Ah, but it might. 

This year, 207,090 women (and 1,970 men) will learn they have breast cancer.  3,000,000 women already have breast cancer, and 1/3rd of them don’t know it.

Fight back.  Be aware!

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I know this is a far more serious post than my usual entry for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.  But this is a serious issue, one that’s close to my heart.  Visit my post here to learn why.

October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

160: Mother Love

We have slept here for more than100 years.

Every autumn Mother Nature tiptoes in and

drapes a warm quilt of many colors over us.

It’s going to be a cold winter.

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This is my offering for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man,

160: I'm Still Standing

I’ve lived long

Loved Summer’s bake

Laughed at Winter’s chill.

.

Time flakes years

Off my rusty face

Yet cannot touch my will.

And so

My iron heart

Time can never still.

 

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This is my entry in Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.

160: Nag Nag Nag!

tick-tock tick-tock

The clock nags the minutes away.

The work is due at 12PM.

I’ve got no time to play.

But 160 calls and I can’t say no.

My work will have to wait!

160: The Golden Glow of Morning

Golden tea steaming

In a daisy-strewn cup

Golden sunlight spilling

Like syrup across the garden

Goldenrod waving in the field behind

Goldenrod?

oh no

a-a-c-h-o-o!!!

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This was written for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man. if you've got something to say in 160 characters pay him a visit.

160: Ghosties and Ghoulies and Long-Legged Beasties and...

Tossing all night

Searching for sleep.

Demons lurk waiting

My dreams to keep.

I can’t close my eyes,

For what would I see?

Nocturnal beasties

Who’d make dinner of me.

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This was written for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.  If you've got something to say and can say in 160 characters, spaces included, go pay him a visit.

160: She

She takes all my toys

And leaps out to pounce.

She hogs all the food

And takes over the lap.

She’s a brat.

She’s my best friend.

She’s my kid sister

And that is that!

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I would love to give credit where credit is due for this adorable photo, but it came to me unidentified in one of those viral e-mails.  So, thank you, Anonymous Photographer.  It was too good to pass up.

Happy Birthday, Brian!

This was written for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.  If you've got something to say and can say in 160 characters, spaces included, go pay him a visit.

160: Just Your Average Lad - or Not

Kieron likes to play soccer.

And he also likes to paint.

A sale of his paintings brought $235,000.

This lad is just eight years old.

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This eight year old prodigy is being compared to Picasso and Monet.  It stands to reason he'd have some good advice for other aspiring artists.  In a recent interview, Kieron Williamson offered these morsels of artistic wisdom.

"Never give up."

"Cows are the easiest thing to paint. You don't have to worry about doing so much detail."

 "Try and keep your buildings straight."

"And don't do a plain blue sky."

Bravo, Kieron!

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This is my entry for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man. Have something you want to say in 160 characters, spaces included? Go tell Monkey Man here.

160: Desire 1, Life 0

Life has a way

Of interfering with Desire.

I want to write a 160 today.

But can’t do one; have to work.

Other deadlines must be met.

Hey look! Surprise! Desire won!

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Written for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.  If you've got something to say in 160 characters (including spaces), come join us!

160: Barrels of Potential

Plucked crushed

Waiting to see

Rendezvous

Seduction

Candlelit dinner

Steamy bath

Celebration

Uplifting toast

Crashing bender

Only time will tell

Bottles of heaven or hell

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Written for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man

160: Lunch Break

I protect your home, your boat, your car,
But a guy has to eat or not go far.

Roaches are good. They’ve got some crunch.
This gecko’s off to grab some lunch!

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This is my entry for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man here.

Home Delivery!

There’s nothing like farm-fresh milk. Indulge in home delivery. Your bones will thank you!

Brought to you by your local Dairy Council.

Oh, yes, and by Bossie.

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Written for Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.

For those of you as taken with the metal sculpture of artist Patrick Amiot as I was, check out this video showing some of his work.

Ever Wonder?

Do they wear knickers
Or let it all go?

Along came a breeze
It blew a big blow.

This one at least
Gave quite a show.

No knickers at all
And now we all know!

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This is my entry for this week's Sunday 160, hosted by Monkey Man.