Grasping for Straws

I had the most vivid dream 

Of friends and love and betrayal and trust 

All the daily thoughts 

That sadden me 

Wove their way into my sleep 

My craziness, my hopes, and fears 

I felt it all, I was there 

Right in the midst 

Of daily toil

And then I woke 

To silent air

I grasp 

At the night 

I grasp at straws 

Farce

If anything could be called a farce, perhaps Donald trump as president would be it.

Just sayin’. 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/farce/

What Ifs

My mind is filled 

With a multitude of

What ifs

I wish them away

I wish them to go

I scream and shout

 No more!

Leave me alone

Leave me in peace 

It is what the hell it

Is!

Free Will

If people were robots 

I could make you 

Love me

I could make you 

Kiss me

Over and 

Over again

But people are not robots

And I cannot make you 

Love me

Or kiss me

Over and

Over again 

I cannot make you 

Greet me

Or smile at me 

Or laugh with me

Or talk to me

You are not a robot and

You have 

Your own

Free will

Please Hurry!

I promised to love
My whole life through

I promised to care
Only ever for you

I promised with all
The love in my heart

That we would never
Be broken apart

And so I wait alone
While you are away

For your quick return
Please hurry, I pray!

(I read this poem to my daughter and she said it is cheesy. Hmm. Cheesy)

Questions

What is it about her

That made him choose?

Is it the way she walks

Or talks or shades her hair

Is it the way she smiles

Or laughs or has no care

Is it her confidence

Her energy

Her life or spirit

Is it her eyes so brown

Exuberant, alive

What is it about her

I wish I knew!

What is it about me

That made me lose?

 

No Qualms

I’ve never, ever used the word ‘qualm’ before now, but I can hear my mother’s voice echoing in my ear. He / she has no qualms about lying or being deceitful or hurting people. Or whatever. 

Or perhaps I had no qualms in back-chatting and being cheeky? Which seemed to happen often. I always strived to have the last word. 

Qualm is totally a word my mother used to use. (Never heard my father use it).

Right up there with ‘knackered’.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/qualm/

Snatched – A Review

We open with Emily (Amy Schumer) doing some serious shopping for a romantic excursion planned and paid for. She wants to know from the junior if the t-shirt with the cute bird speaks to her. It’s a t-shirt. It does not speak.

No. It doesn’t. But Emily’s boss does because hey! Emily is actually the sales assistant, and the junior is well, only a junior and not an assistant at all. At least not in the store.

She gets fired, and I can empathize because like, who hasn’t ever had a bad day? Her boyfriend obviously, because he’s an up-and-coming rocker ‘going places’. And she is going nowhere, but down to kiss the ground.

And that’s why ladies, we have mothers! To stalk us on fb and actually give a damn about our relationship status. Enter Goldie Hawn, and is that really her? An older version, clearly, but yes. I have always been a fan of Goldie Hawn, ever since she made her private Benjamin kick ass. Emily needed a mother. And Goldie Hawn was a good fit. 

Emily has vacation tickets. To Ecuador! And no boyfriend. Or any friends that care. So she grabs her mama and off they go.

It was fun and funny. Cut to the exposed nipple, full one breast frontal, and omigosh. That’s exactly what mine looks like! Really, I’m not even joking. 

And then they get snatched. And locked in the trunk of a car. But fortunately for them (and us!) they channel their inner MacGuyver and manage to escape.

So we have adventures through jungles and killing locals and pre-cocktail vagina washing and pulling tapeworms out mouths, and rofl. The tapeworm scene is really, really funny. And so is Emily’s brother speaking Klingon. Please, please speak some more. Let me hear me a little foreign!

Emily’s brother is every sister’s nightmare. And every comedy’s hero.

And all’s well that ends well. 

It was hilarious, it was fun. It was comedy. It was chick flicks all the way.

You’re welcome 🙂