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Wacky Wednesday: December 30

It’s another light wackiness day for December. We’ll have to make plans to make December a little wackier next year. Our first old English insult word is Lubberwort. The term is a nickname for a lethargic, fuzzy-minded person. Lubberwort was the name of an imaginary plant in the 16th century said to cause sluggishness or stupidity. Muck-spout refers to someone who constantly swears and talks a lot. Swearing has always been considered filthy language. Someone who talks a lot often says too much nonsense and we could call this filth too. It’s a good name for those rapid speech folks.

We have a couple of holidays and one of them I believe is the most important celebration in our lives. First, we have National Bicarbonate of Soda Day or Baking Soda Day. This versatile substance can be used in the kitchen for baking or eliminating odors among other things. Falling Needles Family Fest Day is a reminder to clean up and recycle the live Christmas tree. Firs and evergreens should only be used as firewood for outdoor firepits and never indoors. Now the important celebration I mentioned earlier. Today is Bacon Day. Bacon lovers unite as they enjoy eating bacon while watching Kevin Bacon films or any film with bacon in the title. It’s the best day ever!

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Tuesday Poetry: Comfort Places

Sometimes it’s difficult to find
A comfortable place to work
You can’t afford to buy or rent
A private office and all the free
Public places are crowded
Crowds are bad when you have
Panic attacks and don’t like
People walking behind you
No desk lets you have your
Back to the wall so you
Can see when others approach you
Finding a quiet unoccupied room
Helps but your anxious that someone
Who reserved the room will find you
This is why living alone is important
This is why having a private office
Is important but few people
Can actually relate to your needs
They judge you, they pity you,
They feel bad for you, they do nothing
To understand why you struggle
So, you wander for 20 minutes
Looking for the best place to sit
And relax and get work done
Because you get more work
Done when you’re comfortable

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Poetry Monday: Beginning Step Four

It starts with resentment – 
Not only with people
With places, social constructs
Even belief systems – 
So much anger and resentment

I can think of a few things
My father – my mother – 
My sisters – myself – 
Society’s version of masculinity
I resent these things

My closest friends, I resent them too –
What if it’s my anger
Towards my family projected
Onto my friends – 
Do they resent me

I fear being alone
I fear not being good enough
I fear I’ll become my father
I fear I am my father
I fear being taken for granted

I react in anger to many things
I spent years feeling only anger – 
I didn’t know why I was angry – 
I pushed others away
Before they could get close

I was angry because I was afraid
I’m ashamed of my fears
I feel guilty for never letting someone in
And hurting those who tried
I don’t allow myself happiness

I’ve hated my friends
Because I felt ignored and abandoned
I’m ashamed I was angry – 
I’m ashamed I pushed away
Those who cared for me most

I don’t know why those closest to me
Still want me in their lives
I don’t know why they stay
When so many others have left – 
I have to make amends

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.