Word of the Day Challenge #112-Untitled Poem

Barricade
desk to door
chairs piled high
curtains drawn
malicious grin
creasing face
one who claims 
despot 
as true title of rule.
Domineering 
loud
uncouth
drooling dolt
sycophants 
yes men
wiping away
propping up
illusion of love
fantasy of grandeur
battle lines drawn
such a sore loser.
Tiny toy pistol
waving plastic saber
thumb sucking
wailing 
feet stomping
on your back
like a turtle 
unable to get up.
watched with amazement
rooms 
far 
wide
bet you did not know
your office was bugged.
 
©Aug. 29/20
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It’s My Party-Holiday Diary Day 1

I promise that I will not bore you will daily updates of me on holidays. 
I know telling you how many pages I have read or written is not everyone’s cup of tea.
And I am rather a boring person as my two weeks are unplanned. Each day is going to be a surprise. 
An adventure if you will of untold delights and more time spent trying to get Thomas to lose weight. There is a measure of success as he is no longer as heavy as he was….I have no scale Tember and I are basing this on how it feels when we lift him up. 
 
I had a nap yesterday afternoon so it was around 10:30 when I finally fell asleep. 💤💤💤
A delightful sleep until 1:30; 3:15 and 4:30. 
4:30 a.m. on a Saturday the first day of my holidays and my eyes pop open wide awake. As I write this it is 5:12 a.m. Loki and Thomas are playing. Running around the living room.I am enjoying coffee and…..
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! 🎆🎆🎆🎂🎂🎂🎂
 
48 years ago at 8:05 p.m. or 8:35 p.m. I arrived. Not without a bit of drama. 6 days late and 18 hours of labor according to mom. I have been told more than once that by the time I did arrive with help from forceps (I had a pointed head for a bit🤣🤣🤣🤣) mom could not have cared less if a brass band had marched through the delivery room. Not all that sure it would have been a terrific idea but who wouldn’t like the thought that a band played them into this world. I was a fat little thing and a colicky one. Not an easy child. Not an easy task raising me to adulthood and setting me free on an unsuspecting metropolis. 
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Today I have no reflections. 
Today I have no answers. (Okay it isn’t like any questions have been posed at 5:18 a.m. given that I am alone save for the cats.)
Today I do have a cake sitting in the fridge. For me. All of it. 
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Today I turn 48. 
 
©August 29/20
Pictures courtesy of Me