Buckingham Palace Limerick

Photograph of the changing of the guard
A randy guard of Buckingham Palace
stood at attention, but so, too, his phallus.
He did his very best -
stock still like all the rest,
but was exposed by tent and hand callus.

Tainted (Free Verse)

Photograph taken at Andersonville National Historic Site in central Georgia.
A gorgeous day:
the sky is blue;
the air is crisp,
and a bird swoops in low
over the field to land
in search of insects.

The sign is kind of a bummer:

It tells me that 13,000
people died here --
most by shitting themselves
into unconsciousness.
(it doesn't use those exact words.)

This is Andersonville --
site of a Civil War prison camp.

Here, I believe in ghosts.
I don't believe in ghosts
when drinking my morning coffee
at my dining room table.
I don't believe in them when I
turn off my bedside lamp.
I don't believe in them anywhere --
anywhere else -- really.

But here they vibrate up
through my boot heals,
and I fear I may
shit myself.

DAILY PHOTO: Ferrys on the Perfume River

Photograph of a docked river ferry on Hue's Perfume River.
Photograph showing two ornate ferries on the Perfume River as it runs through Huế, Vietnam.

PROMPT: Perfect Series Finale

Daily writing prompt
What’s a show that had the perfect series finale?

M*A*S*H

Beekeeper [Limerick]

Photograph of bees taken in the Mekong Delta region south of Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City.)
There was an equanimous beekeeper --
so calm he looked like an upright sleeper.
Slow & quiet on task
'til one got in his mask,
and blinded him with stings to each peeper.

DAILY PHOTO: Zambezi River Afternoon

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Photograph of the Zambezi River between Zambia and Zimbabwe as the sun is getting low.

PROMPT: Any Philosopher

Daily writing prompt
If you could have dinner with any philosopher, who would it be?

Diogenes the Cynic would be a hoot. Alternatively, Zhuangzi (莊子.) Obviously, my tastes run toward a philosopher that could teach me about how to be free, rather than to teach me some sort of rigorous approach to thinking. I’m stocked up on the latter, but in deficit of the former.

(I’m assuming this to be a “living or dead” question scenario. Usually, I prefer to talk to the living, but I don’t think modern academia has been good to the crazy sage philosopher. I might be able to find a Daoist hermit in a cave somewhere or maybe a Tibetan Nyönpa, but I couldn’t say what his or her name would be.)

Radio Fan Limerick

A radio fan from Vienna
got no reception with his antenna --
except when wired
to the church spire.
Piety left him on the horns of dilemma.

Windsurfer Limerick

Photograph of windsurfers near San Pedro, Belize.
Some hardcore fanatic windsurfers
found sunny days couldn't match their fervor.
They got it on the brain
to ride a hurricane,
and rode the wind from Jamaica to Port Arthur.

Safari Guide Limerick

Photograph of a female lion taken in Chobe National Park in Botswana.
There was a cocky safari guide
who - of lions - was often quite snide.
He frequently stated
they were overrated,
but his view was different from inside.