Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity
Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss! Sorry about the Democrats!
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Movie & Music Recommendations
Dance like you’re on fire
Roll down the window to your love
I got a strange desire
To move with you, move with you
Give you a piece of my love
Hold on, take me higher
Make me bolder oh
C'mon through this fire
Yeah we don’t get older oh
Dance rascal dance
Like you’re on fire
Roll down the window to your love
Gimme all your strange desires
C'mon move with me, move with me
Give me a piece of your love
Hold on, take me higher
Make me bolder oh
C'mon through this fire
Yeah we don’t get older oh
Dance rascal dance
I move my feet
I grab your heart
I take your hand
We play apart
Our bad desires
Our restless souls
Take my heart
Take control
2x
Hold on, take me higher
Make me bolder oh
C'mon through this fire
Yeah we don’t get older oh
Dance rascal dance
~ Jack Antonoff
Sunday, February 14, 2021
Container by Fiona Apple
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Container by Fiona Apple
I was screaming into the canyon
At the moment of my death
The echo I created
Outlasted my last breath
My voice it made an avalanche
And buried a man I never knew
And when he died his widowed bride
Met your daddy and they made you
I have only one thing to do and that's
Be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean
I have only one thing to do and that's
Be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean
I have only one thing to do and that's
Be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean
Sink back into the o-
Sink back into the ocean
Sink back into the o-
Sink back into the ocean
Sink back into the ocean
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver
Starlings in Winter
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can't imagine
how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard, I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
Sunday, January 10, 2021
Dystopian America, Coming Soon...
“The greatest destroyer of love and peace is abortion, which is war against the child. The mother doesn't learn to love, but kills to solve her own problems. Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love, but to use any violence to get what they want.“
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
π₯ Burning the Old Year by Naomi Shihab Nye π₯
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Burning the Old Year
Friday, December 18, 2020
Merry Christmas! We’ve Survived 2020!
I pray you all have a peaceful, healthy, blessed Christmas and an enlightening New Year!
I’m amazed & grateful to God that I survived 2020. I’m finally off the Gabapentin/Neurontin completely after titrating for nine long, slow, grueling, horrifying, deeply depressing, painful, mentally disturbing months. I’m still having bad days, but I feel my brain healing. I feel as if I’m coming out of a coma. My memory has improved 100% & I’ve lost 10 pounds since stopping completely.
My sweet 91 year old mother and brother-in-law have both survived COVID, so we’re grateful for that, especially since Mama smoked 2 packs of ciggies a day for 75 years. She had zero symptoms.
Even though our brindle Pit Bull literally ate our old sectional sofa—-cushions, wood and all—- this year, we’re happy to have our crazy Scooby Doo. Now I can get a new couch—-that’s bulletproof! There’s nothing on earth that Scooby won’t eat or attempt to eat. The two cats are happy and healthy at 18 years old. Garfield runs from Scooby, but Little Debbie stands her ground and scratches his nose or Velcro’s herself to his head. It gets wild and funny.
Thank you to all of my faithful blog followers and visitors. I appreciate you all.
Wishing everyone love, blessings & happiness,
Marion π§π½♀️
Luke 2:8-20 (NET)
Now there were shepherds nearby living out in the field, keeping guard over their flock at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were absolutely terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid! Listen carefully, for I proclaim to you good news that brings great joy to all the people: Today your Savior is born in the city of David. He is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign for you: You will find a baby wrapped in strips of cloth and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a vast, heavenly army appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among people with whom he is pleased!”
When the angels left them and went back to heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, that the Lord has made known to us.” So they hurried off and located Mary and Joseph, and found the baby lying in a manger. When they saw him, they related what they had been told about this child, and all who heard it were astonished at what the shepherds said. But Mary treasured up all these words, pondering in her heart what they might mean. So the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen; everything was just as they had been told.
A couple of my favorite live Christmas songs:
Monday, November 23, 2020
Last Week in a Few Photos & Quotes
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Collage Poem & Collages by Me
Collage Poem
By Marion
Three weeks ago
in the early evening
I sat at my desk composing
a new spin on language...
harnessing the powers of the universe,
dreamtime,
and inner space.
Treading softly, breaking taboos,
creating realities
that never before existed,
I destroyed imaginings that cried
out not to be.
I became the High Priestess
of mystery,
words,
dreams,
and ambiguity.
My writing only lead to more writing.
Words multiplied like rabbits in my brain---
pregnant with language---
my imagination in labor,
gloriously giving birth
to newborn poems.
7/10/08
Sunday, November 8, 2020
Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren
Tell Me a Story
[ A ]
Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.
I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them.
I did not know what was happening in my heart.
It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.
The sound was passing northward.
[ B ]
Tell me a story.
In this century, and moment, of mania,
Tell me a story.
Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.
The name of the story will be Time,
But you must not pronounce its name.
Tell me a story of deep delight.
ROBERT PENN WARREN
From New and Selected Poems 1923-1985 by Robert Penn Warren, published by Random House. Copyright © 1985 by Robert Penn Warren.