As I sit now and think about the words here today I catenate my words in my roustabout way Its not an emergency this is no jubilee but as I proceed I feel it does amuse me. Like a blackbird who flies in the dead of the night to a flame going out in the wind Nothing surprises my mind anymore, so now it is time to begin I will think of an ambulance whirling away as it seems to cross by on the street While a meek little woman searches her purse, wondering who she might meet She may need assistance here on the ground, her bare feet attached to the earth Or getting her butt up on the bus, the door is too small for her girth. I find that I am like a grain of the sand that covers a wide open beach playing my part in this writing montage wondering who I will reach. Now that I’m done and she’s riding the bus my search for the words has to stop Like a saint kneels to pray the creed that he knows, my brain cells are ready to drop.
He was active, unkind and sort of a jerk unhappy in life, for nothing he’d done Acting deftly a prig but really below with a derelict attitude of everyone He’d rip you to pieces and shout out in joy while jotting long notes in his book With a thunderous whoop and low greasy laugh pouring out poison each time his hand shook Bounding out of his house and way down the street Grabbing things that were not of his own Like a big nasty dog with brown gnarly teeth being teased from a huge juicy bone. When his life had become a big sloppy mess He asked his friends what was the root They came all undone and laughed right out loud Giving their friend a quick and a hard boot. He cried out in pain and tried to run fast toward a pier from this maddening crowd But he didn’t know that his past had come back And they weren’t afraid to shout at him loud. They said, “You’re a jerk! You’re not very nice and we’re tired of all your bad crap.” He looked at the group with awe in his eyes Be he was smart to keep shut his big flap.
In the middle of trouble Where nothing makes sense A fool will be pious But to his defense The drunk at the bar Is quite erratic you see With dirt clod fingernails Never silver money The heat of the moment When one should take flight Sometimes refuses and imbibes in a fight The alchemy there In the core of his brain Is like a carnation After icy cold rain Physics should surmount The bright gold lit light Is really a senseless Brainwave from the fight A snack will help fix The untimely glow on the poor drunkard’s face As it’s part of the show A ticket to nowhere Will be true, you see Is where the barfly Should put his money.
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My mind is flying high as I somersault through space Looking for eternity, I dash then my slow pace The planets soar right past me on my way straight to the moon Knowing of my mission, the end can’t come too soon. I embellish all my plans with a box that I can check To see if I am happy, I feel just like a wreck With my faithful pet beside me, relishing my speed We leave a trail of silver lightening, a flashbulb is my lead I act like a detective with a mission to complete Tips and tricks abound as I rise up to my feet I see the bed before me and know I was asleep But the dreams I had regarded remain there, buried deep.
If people get a purple heart for bravery, what do the other colors of hearts mean? (Make up your own heart meanings and colors.) Red is for showing love to your fellow soldiers, Orange is for ______________, Yellow is for having a good disposition almost all of the time, Green is for being willing to deal with whatever nature has dealt without complaining, Blue is for having a positive attitude about the future.
If you were given $5 Million to open a small museum, what kind of museum would you create? Art – all kinds of art, glass, pottery, paintings…Things that aren’t necessarily from famous artists but maybe at least one piece from each person who thinks that they have made something beautiful. I’d limit it to one piece each because that will certainly fill a whole museum.
if you could build a themed hotel, what would the theme be and what would it look like? It would be a spa. There would be sandy beaches that never looked dirty and NEVER had litter. There would be comfortable cabanas set up for every single guest. There would be drink fountains so you never got thirsty and an open bar for those who like to imbibe. There would be fresh fruit available and cold foods like ice cream and sherbet. Everyone that worked there would be smiling, at least on the outside, and there would be no foul language, no arguments, and nothing loud. I think I am watching too many Sandles Resorts commercials! Lol.
What would the adult version of an ice cream truck sell, look like, and play for its song? It would sell every flavor of ice cream, especially chocolate. It would look like one of the old Milkman trucks. It would have a nice peaceful piano music that never repeated.
What animal would be the cutest if it was down-sized to the size of a cat? A giraffe. I’d get one in a heartbeat. Elephants are also adorable. My first inclination is to say Capybara, but I already have two guinea pigs so that one has sort of already occurred.
In an uncanny way I saw the big dog shrink Ensconced in a blanket as he fell into the sink no conniving as he sat there the scent of soap so strong like a fizzy soda or the loud sound of a horn Recognizance was not there for he was a truthful mutt strange that he was wrapped up in an unusual rut So he jumped out of the blanket and up out of the sink A clean and shiny puppy is all that I could think.
What is one thing you remember about your first day of high school? Sadly, I have absolutely no recollection of starting high school. I can recall many things but not as much as I would like. I suppose some of it was that my mother had cancer when I was around that age, so maybe that clouds many memories. If I really sit and think about it, obviously more memories appear.
Did you participate in extracurricular activities or sports in high school? I played Field Hockey and one year did make-up for the school play, Man of La Mancha. I tried track a bunch of times. I was in the band so we had a lot of outside practice for that, especially when parades and concerts were coming up. We used to have a half-time show for the weekly football game. The marching band did a full show. At the time we all hated it and loved it at the same time. Some of those games were cold though! Especially the ones around Thanksgiving!
Was Freshman hazing or initiations at trend at your high school? Not that I knew of.
Did you attend your Senior Prom? If so, do you remember the theme? I don’t recall any proms having themes. Maybe on comes to mind, Under the Sea, but I may be making that up in my own head. I do remember the Senior Prom! My mom had a pre-Prom party for the whole grade. Everyone was invited with their dates and the parents could come and take pictures. She had made tons of food and I remember going in the backyard and front yard for pictures. I remember limos lining the street! I also remember my date, God rest his soul. Alex…I broke up with Ken, my boyfriend, about a week or two before the Prom. Alex didn’t have a date so we decided to go together. Well, when almost all the limos left my house that night, Alex still hadn’t gotten there. I was the hostess for God’s sake! Next thing I know I see him stumbling down our road toward our house, wasted off his gourd. I was so upset. That night he ended up spending the whole time with a girl in our “group” and I ended up getting back together with Ken. So many mistakes were made then…Lol! My mom had made my prom dress for me that year. Picture below…
Is there a favorite memory from your high school days? I have a lot of great memories from High School. More than from college. I remember climbing into Gretta’s giant station wagon, Me, Gretta, and Amy all in the big front seat. I also remember Dan, God rest his soul, picking me up at my house in his tiny toyota truck. It would be him, Amy, Gretta (I believe), and another boy…The five of us would jam into the little tiny truck, waving goodbye to my mom! We were usually on our way to buy beer, under-aged of course at that time. I remember being in the band with Kristen P and Kristin B! Band trips, parades, half-time shows….Wow, if I keep going I could do this all night………..
Sadje is our hostess for the Sunday Poser question This week her question is:
How quick are you in admitting your mistakes?
I will definitely admit to my mistakes as soon as I make them. I have found myself wanting to think up ways to justify the mistake or make it lesser than maybe it is, but in the end just saying “I made a mistake” is so much easier than coming up with some story to enrich it.
A perfect example is the other night. I was cleaning the pool and because there is a small leak somewhere, we constantly have to fill it a little. After skimming the junk off the top I turned off the water and went inside. I thought I turned off the water. About an hour later I was in the bathroom washing my small paint brush and I heard what sounded like the hose running. Yup, you guessed it! I must have turned it on higher instead of off because the pool was almost overflowing! Woops.
Now, that isn’t a perfect example as it didn’t really affect anyone or anything like that but it is so much easier to say “I almost overflowed the pool because I didn’t turn the water off correctly” than to go on about how I thought it was off but maybe it wasn’t, I didn’t hear the water running, I never make mistakes like that…etc.
Additionally, I would rather say that I made a mistake than for someone to “figure out” it was me! That seems too sketchy and I hate liars….just saying.