provoke

i awoke

provoked

heartbroke

needing a smoke, a toke, and some coke

broke

what a joke

what a bloke

what a moke

rooked at crooked poker

snookered

choked  by a woke hooker

a real looker

i’m overlooked, overcooked

just an outspoke cowpoke

 

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noise

in the dark of the past night, my wife woke me and said what’s that noise? but it was just the house creaking.

i turned on our white noise machine.

woke up in the morning and made a joyful noise unto the lord in the shower.

city noises drifted in through our open bedroom window.

uh oh. noisy baby this morning. hope she’s all right.

and my car made some strange noises on the way to work.

in his cubicle, sam was noising off. with his promotion, he’s a big noise now. his pronouncements are causing a lot of noise at headquarters.

my lab instruments had an unfavorable signal-to-noise ratio this morning; the data  was noisy.

thank goodness the holidays are coming. we’re heading for the country. Nature, apart from humans, roaring beasts, flocks of starlings, volcanos, storms, and other natural disasters, does not make a lot of noise.

 

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captivating

what do you think of marci?

dude, she’s captivating.

what? who says captivating? that’s something you’d read in a fashion review… so you think she’s pretty?

i don’t know about that. cute, maybe? interesting? the main thing is, she seems nice. she’s… perky? does that sound dumb?

nah. she’s perky. they say she’s also smart.

yeah, that too. she’s, you know, got my interest. i’m captivated.

so you going to ask her for a date?

i think she’s out of my league.

how can you be captivated if you won’t ask her out for a date?

because i can’t stop thinking about her.

 

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meander

my blood pressure was high. my mind was confused.

you’re stressed, said my doctor. reduce your stress.

you should leave the city, said my shrink. take a vacation. get away from your job. go back to your roots. meander in the countryside.

so i booked passage to southern turkey.

there I found the ancient maiandros (mαίανδρος) river, whence comes the word meander. by strolling along the banks of this winding river, i would by definition be meandering. the river’s modern name is büyük menderes, the turks having owned it these last five hundred and fifty years or so.

where to start, the river’s source (dinar, where are found the ruins of celaenae-apamea) or mouth (on the aegean near samos)? i couldn’t worry about this, as it would cause stress, which i was to avoid at any cost, so i flipped a coin (a turkish lira, 1989; atatürk’s head) and began my meander at dinar.

the river being 341 miles long, it took me some time to negotiate it at a slow pace (i never took more than ten steps without pausing to contemplate the water and my life).

by the time i was done, i felt a lot better.

 

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suddenly

glacier withdraws at
glacial pace then suddenly
green grass blades appear

 

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wonder

I wonder what I’ll write today?

When you (yes, you) write a wonderful post, I wonder at it. I read it in wonder. In wonderment.

It’s a wonderment, a wonderwork. Full of wonderfullness. Wonderfullnesses.

It’s wondrous. Wonder of the world. Wonderopolis. Wonderville.

Some wonderkinds can do it when young. During the wonder years.

But me? I so want to write wonderfully, but I despair. If a post of mine turns out well, well, it’s a wonder. I go well, well. Will wonders never cease? Like I’m in some wonderland.

Are most writers wonderers?

Most of my wondering comes as I wander. I have wanderlust but not wonderlust. As I ramble, I wonder at wonderbras and Wonder bread and Wonderheart the Care Bear. 🤔 And Wonder Woman.

Other days I don’t wonder about anything. The word wonder just looks strange on the page.

 

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fact

We live in a post-fact world.

I don’t pay any attention to facts anymore, and I’m a teacher.

I give the kids what they want – a smooth ride. Entertainment. Nobody cares about the teaching part.

Once in a while, a student will “fact check” me, but a word or two to them about their grade for the semester shuts them up.

I just say what I want to say. Whatever comes into my head, fact or fiction. Who cares? Folks just want to believe.

I may sweat a little in the doctor’s office, waiting for the verdict. You need your good health.

In the same way, I pay attention to my tax guy and my car mechanic. I’m not stupid.

The kids don’t have to worry about any of that, though. With them, I’m fact-free.

 

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