Flutterers

THEME THURSDAY

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'Angels'

FLUTTERERS

Show me an angel and I'll believe

That angels do exist.

That would be proof positive

That I could not resist.

And I don't mean that 'little angel',

That toddler in your street;

She is just a human child

Pretty, warm and sweet.

And I don't mean that angelic nurse

That 'angel' by your bed,

Without whose dedication

You, most likely, would be dead.

I mean an angel from above,

With wide, expansive wings,

Who flutters up above you

And likes to take care of things.

These angels  are like fairies,

Just in a longer dress,

The reason for their existence

Is our need for happiness.

They are imaginary friends,

Harmless but quite unreal,

Although they have, I must agree,

A picture-book appeal.

I don't believe in Santa Claus,

And Ghosts I tend to mock,

And if I saw a Yeti

It would give me quite a shock.

We've got to cope all on our own;

Angels? I simply doubt them.

Although we wish that they were true

We've got to cope without them.

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IN THE PINK

Maxine! You look in the pink!

Why ever is it that you think

That you need so much medication

To prolong your healthy situation?

Worrying about ill-health I'm sure

Invites the doctor to your door.

My attitude is very simple....

If you consider every pimple

To be a dire and ghastly threat

You'll toss and turn and fume and fret

And think yourself into malaise!

Too much worrying never pays.

If every little ache and pain,

Bruise and rash and stress and strain

Makes you rush for another pill,

You'll be thinking yourself ill.

Get up from that cosy bed;

Go for a good long walk instead.

Maxine, heed my salutations.

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I'm off to swallow my medications.

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Around and Around

AROUND AND AROUND

Next week, my dears, I've cleared the decks

And I'll be domesticated!

I've canceled social junkets;

They wont be contemplated!

No lunches with the girls! Not one!

No chattering on the phone!

My life will be lived as a haus frau

And Maxine's set the tone.

I may even turn my back on blogs!

They're just a big distraction.

I've got to get the house to rights

After previous inaction!

Too long, Maxine, I've sat and walked

And lazed and drooped around it.

I was seeking for encouragement

And now, Maxine, I've found it!

I've written 'FREE' in every space

On the calendar next week

I'll turn out cupboards right and left!

I'll be too tired to speak!

You've been a dreadful warning!

I mustn't act like you!

I'll turn into a Maxine!

What an awful thing to do!

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FACES IN THE CROWD.


As I sat drinking iced coffee I watched the passers-by,
With a critical and, shall we say, a sharp sardonic eye.
Malcolm was stuck in a man-style shop, seeking a 'crimping' tool,
And he takes his time about such things, I can tell you, as a rule!
So I thought I'd play a private game, related to 'I Spy.'
As I watched the throng of variegated people passing by.
'Would I swap with you....or you....or you....or you?' I pondered,
As they scuttled, drifted, hung-around or just, without aim, wandered.
Here was one so old and bent by comparison I felt youthful!
And here was one all angular; I like 'plump', to be truthful!
Here was one weighed down with cares, her mouth a downward arc.
Here was one who probably earned her living after dark!
Here was a schoolgirl, blithe and gay, with all her life before her;
With all those examinations; I was certain they would bore her.
Here was a mother and screaming kids! I couldn't live that again!
And here was a suffering creature, hobbling in great pain.
I'm an ordinary woman, approaching the end of life;
An ordinary mother and an ordinary wife.
And I sometimes feel downhearted when I think I've been deceived,
Reaching this stage with almost nothing quite achieved.
But a little self-analysis works wonders, I have found.
So, if you ever get the blues, simply look around.
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Cougar Country

MAXINE ON SATURDAY
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COUGAR COUNTRY

Maxine and I are long in the tooth 

(Ain't that the truth! Ain't that the truth!).

But most of the time we feel quite spry,

Though it gets tougher as years go by.

And most of the time we don't think of years;

Though people call us 'two old dears'!

But this Cougar thing is an awful leveler!

When it comes to parties and being a reveler 

We have to admit we're not equipped!

We're not pert-bosomed, we're not slim-hipped!

'Ah' you say 'But the modern trend

Is for ladies to have a more youthful ......friend!

Young boys now dally with dames who're mature.

You could take the Cougar route for sure.

Buy some drinks for your youthful date

And then you'll find he wont see straight!'

Sadly, sadly, Maxine and I

Realise  too much time's gone by!

We've moved on to a later stage

And even the Cougars are half our age!

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OH PLATYPUS!

Oh Platypus! Thou art divine!

Thy fur is soft and very fine!

Thy beak is like a duck's and sharp!

Thy claws could play well on the harp!

Just like a paddle is thy tail,
Thy spur is wicked if thou art male!

Thine eggs look very like a hens!
Thou layest them in their nines or tens!
Thy nostrils are a prominent feature!
Thou really art the strangest creature!
Yet thou art a mammal of renown
In the very odd land of Upsidedown.
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Note how a sprinkling of 'thous' and 'thy's'
Make a poem sound very wise!
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In My Opinion

MAXINE ON SATURDAY

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IN MY OPINION!

I'd love to be an expert and know what it's all about!

I'd love to voice opinions, without a hint of doubt!

I'd love to publish books about the wherefores and the whys,

Books that people talk about and everybody buys.

I see that Maxine has her doubts about the books on slimming!

And authors who present themselves as not requiring trimming.

I'd like to think they're lithe and tanned and fitter than the fleas,

Because they keep away from chocolate, pink icecream and cheese!

But I've a strong suspicion that they're merely slobs like me,

Many kilos overweight, many more than two or three.

And what about the types who teach interior decoration,

Who give advice on decor right across a shabby nation?

I bet they're using an old chair that turned-up at the dump,

Merely because it's comfortable when the time has come to slump!

Then there are weather experts, surprised by the raging blizzards!

But, the ones that really take the cake are the Financial Wizards!

The knew it all! They wrote it all! The jungle drums were drumming!

But when it came to a CRISIS they none of them saw it coming!

Dear old sceptical Maxine! You've got it right again!

Don't believe the experts! Just be prepared for rain!

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P.S. I'm not really overweight!

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THANK YOU DARLENE!

I don't go much for blog awards; they clutter up the page.

Nor do I ever give them....... I'm too mean!

But Darlene gave a list of all her favourite blogs today,

A list I feel should certainly be seen.

So go to Darlene's blog, my friends! The address is down below

And click on all the blogs that she displays!

And the accolade she gave me is printed here as well!

It's terrific when we give each other praise.

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9. Rinkly Rimes by Brenda. She is also an Australian and is so talented. She writes very clever rhymes on any and all subjects with photos that are a tie-in to her poems. She is so prolific I am constantly amazed at her ability to do so daily (or oftener).

Find Darlene's list here:

http://darleneshodgepodge.blogspot.com/

The In-Body Experience

THE IN-BODY EXPERIENCE!

 Maxine and I, we think as one!

Old age is really not much fun!

Finding that ones outer shell

Is giving-up is just pure hell!

Parts that once were lithe and slim

Now are shriveled-up and grim!

Parts once rounded now are fat,

And really not worth looking at!

People say 'For goodness sake

Don't leap naked from a birthday cake!'

Doctors really earn their pay

Studying, day after day,

Every ghastly variation

On the human situation!

But, though I am an old has-been

My brain is fixed at about sixteen!

And I'm sure Maxine is just the same!

Both of us still in the game!

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More Maxine here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/mentally-maxine.html

That's Life!

"Recipes are like a dating service. They never end up looking like the picture!"

MAXINE ON SATURDAY
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THAT'S LIFE!

Oh Maxine, Maxine, Maxine!

Where have you been? Where have you been!

Didn't you realise, long ago

That nothing ever is 'just so'?

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Take that dress that you once made,

To put your smart friends in the shade!

Remember how the sewing machine

Refused to let you steal the scene!

How it conspired to tug and wrinkle,

Causing many a snag and crinkle!

You did your best with the wretched pattern

And ended up looking like a slattern!

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And then recall that night of bliss

When you pursed-up for that first kiss!

Lots of slobbering and taking aim!

I think he was also new to the game!

It wasn't remotely a thing of joy

And you didn't even like the boy!

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Few things come up to expectations!

(Let's draw a veil over our relations!)

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But, just when we are feeling cynical,

Hard of heart and almost clinical,

Life comes up with a precious glance

No recipe at all, just chance!

A flower blooms for our delectation

And we discover felicitation!

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A dating-service? Pass it by.

Just smile at every passer-by!

As for recipes......no more!

Buy ready-made at the corner store!

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More Maxine here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/kneetly-put.html

Kneetly Put!

© John Wagner
Hallmark, Inc.

MAXINE ON SATURDAY
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KNEETLY PUT!

There are times, dear Maxine, when you hit nails on the head!

When you put things so succinctly that there's no more to be said.

All the while that I'm erect I feel quite young and agile,

But when I get down on my knees it's then I turn so fragile!
When I'm in the shower I feel perfectly secure,
But put me in a bath-tub and I find I'm not so sure.
Bravely I try to scramble out but the knees seem to resist!
I writhe and squirm like a pinkish seal or an old contortionist!
I grab on to the bath-side and give a hefty nudge
But sadly I stay water-bound; I just don't even budge!
It's only after several tries and an effort of great will,
That I can extricate myself! Or else I'd be there still!
(I hope, when you were reading that, you didn't picture me!
Pretend I'm a example of supreme agility!)
Japanese ladies of great age can spring-up from the floor,
Because they've always used their knees in earlier days of yore.
Whereas we Anglo-Saxons let our knees simply decline,
Until they end up useless, like these silly knees of mine!
No more getting down for me! It just wont be too clever!
Unless somebody rescues me I 'll just stay down for ever!
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More gammy knees here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/rinkly-rime-three.html