Day 26 & Lens-Artists PC: Smile and simile

A post with a heart of light and gold today, since the Mavericks won so mercilessly last night. Who’d say that the most joy I’ll be getting will be from a 23-year-old Slovenian having fun playing basketball in Dallas?

I almost wrote another poem for Luka (following this one) but that would be an exaggeration, no matter that we were to make it epic today.

But first, let’s have some fun before the poem. Our guest host John at John’s Space is setting humor as the theme of this week’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

Since Gary Larson of The Far Side fame is probably my favourite cartoonist – yes, this one –

it won’t come as a surprise that I like to find funny things in nature, nurture and culture as well. Maybe not funny haha, but enough for a slight chuckle that can make my day. Here are five examples in my photos.

Here are ten more examples of what is funny to me from Facebook. We can be friends there if you’d like to see me share more of such.

Two more posts with funnies of this kind:

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, guest-hosted by John at John’s Space: Humor


And finally, here is my poem for today. Four more days in April…

Prompt 26: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines.” 

My poem is a result of something which I read yesterday for the first time and find very true. How about you?

I imagine rather megalomaniacally that I am a famous poet and a journalist asks me the most hated non-question of all times.

Creepy crawlies and you

“The way you line up words is fascinating.
Talk a little about the process, if you will.”

“Imagine a big pool of creepy crawlies. 
You wake up and it’s there and you’re its keeper.

It’s on you to pick the one to slaughter;
the one to fatten up; the one to liberate;

the one to move to the next pool and start 
all over by building a new clan;

the one to bury as it stinks to heaven;
the one to marry with hell freezing over;

the one and two with which to start and finish;
the one to never look again, and one to cherish. 

The profoundest trick to it 
is doing it like no one’s watching.

Besides, it’s true. Others care not one iota
what you do with your creepy crawlies.

Some say it’s sad but what I see is freedom.
You’re on your own. Pick wisely but do pick.”

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: Visit
You gave me the door,
I return you the house.
Same time next year
it’s yours and I visit.

The door is the same, I see.
The way in must be around.
I’ll follow my senses.
No, the other way.

The passing impulse is
to touch the roots.
They are real,
just as I’ve thought.

The scent is next:
faraway spices, Asian feast.
Taste buds alert,
warming up for later.
(Read on.)
2019: It's looking up 
It’s 33 years since the Chernobyl today. 
Chose that night to roll on the grass.
Must not think bad thoughts.

There was fire in Rome in the night.
Trash was burning and the air was sick.
Must not think bad thoughts.

The trick is to go on, even when it appeals
to coil in the shower.
Must not think bad thoughts.

Nature does not ask questions,
nature understands. Stands under. Standstill.  
Must not think bad thoughts. 

Read on.

2020: Lexicon
Whose? Mine? I remember my letters 
more than other people’s:
“And now he is building this garden for me.”
I was only read to. 
Pippi was always the big win.
One beast from a myth?
Ah, don’t know, one of those with many heads.
Now outside my window?
The dog, birds, Tuscany, viruses.
Three minutes away? 
A field full of wildflowers.
What they say? 
“You cannot enter. Not now, not ever.”
What I fear? More and more things.
“Other people,” 
my mother replied in an old lexicon.
Dragon, if it’s the previous city.
Flamingo, if it’s the present. 

Read all.

2021: Diamonds or bust
Well I’ll be damned,
I’m being featured today!
That’s certainly unusual,
it’s just that the moon is full (tomorrow)
and she happens to like my poem.
And here I sit,
WordPress playing tricks on me,	
I cannot like any post,
the dog threw up again
and I sucked at my cards.

Read on.

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

32 thoughts on “Day 26 & Lens-Artists PC: Smile and simile

  1. Ah – thank you for some good laughing, Manja! You are brilliant at this – too! Love the cartoons of course, and the cat at the gate ♥♥♥. And that 2018 fabulous gate and Visit. Wow.

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    1. Hihih, Leya, I’m glad that you had some laughs. We all need much of that. and I’m extra happy that you like that gate photo and poem. There is a story behind it, since my sister took this photo first, and when I went in search of this gate, I only managed to locate it with difficulty because it looked so different. Thank you!

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  2. I enjoyed your photos especially the pink flamingo – maybe because that’s a shot I’d have taken for sure! The bookshop in Rome looks more welcoming than funny but no less worth seeing of course 🙂 And your Facebook funnies are great too. I loved the penguin cartoon (I love penguins!), the wife as cake and the aliens in their glass-bottom UFO 😆

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    1. Thank you, Sarah. I’m glad to hear that you’d take the flamingo shot. 😀 And that you had a few laughs. That bookshop looks great and I’m sorry that I didn’t enter that time. I find it funny that a shop in the middle of Rome says in English that they speak Italian very well. 😀

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  3. I wouldn’t know how to answer a question about the writing process either, because it constantly changes–but I love your ars poetica. We need these creepy crawlies in our life–they make meaning and laughter and sanity and so much more possible.💜🍃

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  4. There’s always so much meat to your posts, it takes me such a while to get through them. Which is why I have fallen so behind with you! I was doing so well too. I can’t keep up, honestly! I will at least read all your Napo poems today though!

    I was chuckling over your memes, especially the cake one, love that 😀 😀

    The poem was rather deep, I thought, I couldn’t quite figure out the analogy, it felt rather psychoanalytical, sort of Freud meets Kafka. But I like the process you described 🙂

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