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Ipse Dixit

According to Merriam-Webster:

Ipse dixit is an assertion made but not proved

Wikipedia adds:  

..or a dogmatic expression of opinion.

History and Etymology for ipse dixit

Latin:   he himself said it

According to me (perhaps proving that the definitions are accurate!):

Lot of ipse dixit 

goin’ on round the world

and I’m gettin’ a little weary

of hearing all the spins and spurious platitudes 

that pose as reason and empathy

Oh happy day

We are about to be spun around into a better

frame of mind

as soon as everybody sticks it

to this crazy ipse dixit

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Stoned and Sideways

So I got this stone-paper notebook

because a hundred notebooks

are just not enough

and I like it

If it’s not worth doing badly,

Is it worth it at all?

Must one avoid it

If one must/might fall?

My choice is to jump in

In spite of the risk…

…of not being perfect

…or of slipping a disc

What I am seeking is unclear to me;

It slides silently… 

…sideways…

…and just out of reach

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POETIC LICENSE (or Four)

Daily Prompt: Suspicious

 I DO NOT LIKE THE WORD IAMB

WILL YOU DEFINE IT IF YOU CAN?

I DO NOT LIKE IAMBIC FEET

THOUGH METERS MAKE ME FEEL COMPLETE

 ANTIPESTIC TETRAMETER

SENDS ME PACKING AS A READER*

DOES THIS DEFINE THE ONE TRUE WAY?

HOW CAN THAT EVER BE OKAY?

 

*OR…DEPENDING ON PRONUNCIATION:

ANTIPESTIC TETRAMETER

IS THIS THE BEST BAROMETER?

 

An Inkling of Cautious Optimism

via Daily Prompt: Inkling

I had a bit of an inkling

           as to what is required

but less of an inkling

           now that I’ve retired

I look forward to exploring

           with a dollop of dread

while visions of happiness

           dance in my head

With an inkling of mortality

           and an inkling of life

Expecting the joyful might

           outrun the strife

 

 

 

Anticipate

via Daily Prompt: Anticipate

What can happen?

Who  can say

     As I flounder through the day

Seeking to be well-aware

      of all the good

I’m almost there

     and if you look,

it’s everywhere.

Appalling stuff has such a draw

     all the news that’s fit to awe

it shouts and beckons

    with screaming hues

           attempting to distort all views

Enough, enough

I choose to find

     some wisdom ways

        to calm my mind

Perspective and context

       a path to grace

Anticipate this joyful place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aside

No words unfold More thoughts untold Might not be so bad To be quiet today And yet my mind Insists on attention Clamors  and stammers for something to mention Grasps for assurance that life is on time  

April has arrived on little cat’s feet….

Uh oh

It’s National Poetry Month

and we’re four days in

Forgot to write a poem a day

Can I do this again?

I will jump in right now and see what I’ve got

It likely won’t hurt if I make it or not

Poems will be fluttering all over the place

Exploring all aspects of life, death and grace

Being quite coy or sleek or profound

It’s time to join in and stop messing around

 

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Is it ironic? Ah, honey, I don’t know.

Irony was the word.  The tenth word….and if Google Images tell me anything, it is that many, many people do not fully grasp the concept of irony.  Perhaps I need to include myself in that group, although I am under the illusion that I do grasp the concept.

Can persons worry, for example, about health so much that they become overly stressed and distraught and thereby cause the very ill health they were trying to avoid?  That would be ironic, doncha’ think?  …and provide one more thing to worry about, causing more stress, WHAT CAN HAPPEN!!–AARGGHHH!

But WAIT, maybe that’s not irony at all!  Unless worry was specifically prescribed to improve health and then ended up having a negative effect.  If I eat mushrooms to improve my health and end up getting sick from eating mushrooms, THAT would be ironic.  Is that it?

I persist in the face of possibly insurmountable odds, most of which I toss into my own path.

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Daily Prompt A to Z: A poem

As the truth unfolded
Before the day awoke
Certain to be scolded
Daisy had a smoke

Even though she quit already
Frequently, in fact,
Goodness knew she was unsteady
How could she ignore the pact?

If she only could have lasted
Just a few more days
Kept her word and fasted
Leaving those old ways

Mostly she was strong
Not disposed to waver
Only now she got it wrong
Plopping out of favor

Quit! Quit! Quit!
Raved her raving mind
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Trouble she would find

Until she found a substitute
Very soon, she hoped
Would that she would crave a fruit
X will mark the days she coped

Yearning for a hopeful sign
Zooming toward the finish line – cigarette in hand.

One Sure Thing from A to Z

As I considered the possibilities, it occurred to me that the situation might resolve itself without my help. Before I took any decisive action, I wanted to be sure I didn’t make things worse. Could it get any worse? Did I doubt the answer to that question? EVERYTHING could always get worse. For years, that had been my mantra, as it were: things could be worse, things might be worse, things will most likely be worse. Gradually, I had been trying to change this mantra and move towards a more upbeat attitude, but change is not easy and I had literally decades of neurological pathways devoted to etching in tragic scenarios. How could I fight that? I didn’t know, although I’d certainly read enough books about how to let it be and just be and let it go and get calm. Just when I would think I was out of the anxiety loop, something pulled me back in. Keeping on track is something I did well. Leaving the track was more of a problem for me and sometimes leaving is the best thing to do. Maybe that’s the key here since it looked like I may have worn out my welcome. No, no, leaving wasn’t the key at all and avoidance strategies were to be avoided at all costs. On occasion I would suppose that life was supposed to be easy, which simply defies logic.  Problems come and go, though, and my actions or lack there-of often proved inconsequential. Quite often in fact. Routinely, when I thought of a scathingly brilliant move, something would shift or somebody else made a move and things settled into place without me lifting a finger or even a neurological pathway.  Sadly and suddenly, it seemed that my time was short and my options limited.

There was only one sure thing that surfaced in almost every scenario, and that was uncertainty. Uncertainty, which I vehemently resisted at every opportunity . Vainly, I fought, as it turned out. Warily and wearily, I feared the worst. X-factors always bothered me, but now I was going to embrace the unknown. Yes, experience indicated that my fears seldom materialized, so I considered expecting something good. Zen-like I smiled and accepted that I didn’t know enough to be so fiercely discombobulated, and I relaxed a little bit as I considered the possibility, that something essentially wonderful was about to happen.