a poem about reality

I will tell you this for nothing:
The infomercials and slick one-page ads
Are all true.

You can lose those forty pounds.
You can tone up those abs.
You can have a dazzling smile
While dressed in the latest designs.

But of course you won’t,
Even if you try,
And…


’cause it ain’t all on your head . . .

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A lovely Saturday morning. I had things to do, time to do them, and nothing of any urgency. That’s one of the many perks of retirement — no need to rush.

It was a holiday weekend and I wanted to prepare myself for the racket I knew was coming in…


it’s time we had one again

President Biden

This morning I watched the “dignified transfer” of remains from the latest attack in Afghanistan. Biden, his wife, and a dozen or so military folks were standing at attention as each basket was carried by six soldiers into the waiting hearses.

It made me remember how Bush refused to have…


metrics, stats, SEOs, monetization, and marketing, oh my!

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Back in the Olden Days circa 1970s, a person simply sat down at the typewriter or used pencil and paper and wrote whatever was on their mind. Sure, it could be aggravating to retype when it came time for rewriting to improve…


Things you probably didn’t know

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I’m the last person I expected to have cancer. After all, I was invincible, and cancer and other bad things only happened to other people.

Duh.

So when the diagnosis of a rare blood cancer was made, I went through the usual denial. I felt fine, I told the hematologist…


This stuff is getting old

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My mother has spent most of her life in a small southern Kentucky town. She’s been in a small nursing home in that town now for several years. It seems to be a good nursing home, owned by one of the less despicable national health care conglomerations.

The nursing home…


tv at its finest

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Giving permission to search the car,
forgetting the three pounds of crack cocaine in the glove compartment,
and smoking a joint while he pretends he’s not
driving a stolen car with expired tags and a broken brake light
and two 38s in the back seat.

He’s cooperating with the law…


I Have Parrots, You Know

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The few non-bird-owning friends I have left often express surprise, even alarm, as to what I might be doing in my spare time. I was once known as a woman who was always prompt, who accomplished whatever tasks needed doing, the one who always organized the next yard sale or…

Marguerite Floyd

writer, editor, poet, parrot person, author of four books (available on Amazon, of course)

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