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Weekly Writing Challenge: Oh, the Irony

From WordPress for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Oh, the Irony: “In everyday language, we now use “irony” as a synonym for snark or sarcasm (or, sometimes, for unusually bad luck). xxx In this week’s challenge, I’d like to invite you to write a post built around an ironic moment. You could recount a scene in which what you said was the opposite of what you meant. You could tell a story in which one of the people involved is entirely unaware of the motivations of everyone else. Or address your post to another person, letting us — your readers — infer the real, very different message between the lines.xxx” at:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/oh-the-irony/

my post on “irony”. ironically, the irony is always lost on those think their reign is iron-clad

           The Wonder of Plunder

 

One day you have the Palace and the Senate

 

Next day you have a prison and  a  sentence

 

One day you’re hosting a ball —

 

Next day you’re posting your bail.

 

One day you’re flying and jetsetting

 

Next day you want to be jettisoned

 

One day you’re creme de la creme —

Next day you’re cream of your crime.

 

Such is life, really?, what a wonder

 

Life is bittersweet, seriously?, your time means plunder

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this is a reworked version of an earlier post

thanks, WordPress, for being my host.

Original videos photos music-slides

Weekly Photo Challenge: Descent

descentphotobyMyra

Photo by Myra Lambino, looking at New York City from the Empire State

for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Descent

 inspired by a Paul Simon song:

(uploaded non-commercially for academic purposes)

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right
I’m just weary to my bones
Still, you don’t expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
Oh, but it’s all right, it’s all right
For lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
We’re traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

                                 – Paul Simon

 

 

 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: The Butterfly Effect

WordPress Weekly writing Challenge: The Butterfly effect at: 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/the-butterfly-effect/

from wordpress: “In the Butterfly Effect, initial conditions that exist all play a part in happenings that progress around us. To describe its namesake example, the flap of a butterfly’s wings, one scientist proposed, could affect the course of a hurricane, in addition to all of the other existing conditions at that time: weather, location, winds, and the like. Nothing, it would seem, is too small to have a profound impact on the world.xxx

“One Small Change xxx Do you think everything is connected? Many philosophers, writers, and spiritual guides have claimed that it is.xxx “xxx  For this week’s writing challenge, tell us xxx: The concept of everything being connected — or everything being one — can be pretty emotionally invigorating for some…xxx”

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(blog admin’s note on the so-called “butterfly effect”: This, and its variations and varying commonplace illustrations, should, of course, not be taken literally; this and its variations are just  metaphors for the principle that small events combined may or could lead to a big event — the operative phrase being “may or could”, that is,  the cause-and-effect connection between the proverbial butterfly wing and a cyclone cannot be proven, that is, it is not possible to examine, at least not yet possible to examine, all events through all space and time in one instant or in one infinite cosmic manner. we’re not god, we cannot see the entire universe in all dimensions in one moment, at least not yet. so we really cannot show how the bat of an eyelash or the flutter of a butterfly , combined with other minute events,  contribute to a whirlwind in the pacific so … it is just a general principle … don’t sweat it…)

The limerick-post and the video

(with apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Arrow and the Song”)

I shot a silly post into cyberspace

It fell on screens though I cannot trace

For, so swiftly it transmitted, the byte

Could not follow it in its flight.

 

i  breathed a song into a video

It fell to Youtube, and became a show

For many can view and then follow

Even if their internet is Philippine-slow

 

Long, long afterward in a voyage

I found the rhyming being reposted

And the music video from beginning to end

I found again in the heart of a long-lost friend.

 

(… awat na….)