On another day we toured the Hudson.

The boat passed a lighthouse

Stark in the waves, its tower brown

With home attached where someone

Breathed and lived and worked,

Worked even when sleeping because

The presence was the work, the guarantee

Of bright circling constancy

Lest a craft drift into rock

and home and island where the keeper

Kept vigil alone.

And what was solitude?

A charge.

A promise.

A daily task fulfilled.

And also a kettle whistling in the morning,

Toast beside a window,

A thing maintained and then, perhaps,

A novel or a tune on a guitar, or whistled,

Letters written,

Thoughts and dreams and prayers

On an island thirty foot square.

Has it been only six months?

On another day we toured the Hudson.

We must all be keepers, now.

When life lobs

you lemons,

squeeze the light.

Throw lemons

lightheartedly

to the wind

and then order

the lobster tail,

leaving

no seeds behind

lick lots of

lemon butter

on your

luscious lips.

#challenge #LobTheLemon #LotsOfLobster

you are vindictive yellow.

to you we are

a living dead.

do you care if babies

die starving?

to you childhood is a luxury

the country can’t afford.

we want to teach you about

gratitude, compassion, respect

and how the rest of us

deserve it.

what was green is now

your psychotic dust.

still I am hopeful,

being possessed with

idealism, joy and

stubborn jamboree

as activism is mikveh.

yours is a

sealess life.

11/15/17

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Vulnerable to his hooded chocolate eyes

mesmerized as he seductively toyed

with buttons channeling down my neck

It came undone

Then there were none

Save one

dangling from a thread

gnawed apart by flawless white teeth

of the stranger I’d just met at the gym

the voluptuous and willing body revealed

It was Me

Challenge #ChocolatePassion

My family does not like

the fiction that I'm living

They see me waving my hand

and as if nothing leaving

I smile my inheritance...

with the cold daylight fleeting

Oh, 2016 may well tighten its grip 

But right throught it's fingers, now Carrie will slip

America's shedding a tear in its strife 

As our Princess Leia fights hard for her life 

The Death Star's horizon arriving to say

"I've come here to take Carrie Fisher away."

And we won't allow it; she gave us the play 

The layout, schematics, and so she will stay

Oh, 2016, we just blew up your core

Disperse into history; bye; there's the door

The star systems gather; the Force is with her

No, don't give up, Carrie- on that we concur

I'll be surprised--

if he doesn't start WWIII,

and make us(a),

the World's enemy.

The new USSR,

right here under 50 stars.

feast of the seven fishes

calling on Santa

making Christmas wishes

hark!

listening for ringing sleigh bells

looking for Rudolph's shiny red nose

waiting

wondering

sugarplum emporium cranium

candy cane cylindrical decal

tinsel

paper, pencil

nice list

grandma's house

pajama party arouse

..... homeward, bound .....

magic floating through the air

Santa magic

Elf magic

Christmas magic

spirit, sprite

lying on my bed

is a pair of Christmas pajamas, from Santa himself

or a little help from an Elf

enthralled

thrilled

chilled

a gift of fabrics

because I believed

(K.M.M.)