Summer Butterfly /
petal to petal are you /
pollinating, too?

Summer Butterfly /
petal to petal are you /
pollinating, too?

Filed under Uncategorized
Time, once again, for New words to live by. This is a word or phrase not currently in use in the U.S. English lexicon, but might need to be considered. Other words, such as obsurd, crumpify, subsus, flib, congressed, and others, can be found by clicking on the tags below. Today’s New Word is created by taking two nouns and creating a new word. In this instance, the new word does not borrow from the names of the old words, but from their definitions.Without further waiting here is the new word: tantrumony.
OLD WORDS
Ego, n. There are several definitions for this word, but the one we are most interested in is: conceit, self-importance, egotism.
Attitude, n. There are several definitions for this word, but the one we are most interested in is: manner, disposition, feeling, position, etc., with regard to a person or thing; tendency or orientation, especially of the mind.
NEW WORD
Tantrumony, n. 1) The dysfunctional marriage of ego and attitude. 2) An attitude of extreme self-importance.
A person so showing this condition is called a tantrumonist.
Used in a sentence: Don was the perfect example of “always wrong, but never in doubt.” When challenged on this point, he had a perfect tantrumony, blaming those who challenged him with conspiring to see him fail.
Most recent new word: furture.
Filed under 2018, New words to live by
Some signs and portents /
flower in common places /
where norms are ignored.

Filed under 2018, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Summer work anew /
sprouting from seed to flower /
to pollen to bee.

Women are trouble: /
Men are Loser’s Hand-me-downs; /
Death smiles so sweetly.

Canicular days /
Swinging hard at the Dog Star /
Home run, Sirius.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a man so wise /
he read a book on disguise. /
And to this very day /
when he wants to slip away /
glasses and a mustache he applies. /
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Some musicians don’t need a last name. Cher doesn’t. Neither does Beyonce, Madonna, Bjork or Beck. But there’s only one author I can think of whose surname became unnecessary through the sheer force of his personality. Harlan. And now there are none left. Harlan Ellison passed away peacefully in his sleep Wednesday night. We shall […]