Rum Tum Tugger – Speakeasy #156

Rum Tum Hunter – Nonsense Poem

Rum Tum Tugger
of Eliot fame
went out a hunting
of a fine day
he’d indulged
in some very fine weeds,
tasty and crunchy
and
of rare quality …
He thought he’d hunt hares
as they came out of their lares
but then he stopped short
by a sight that he saw!

Two young hares,
rump to rump like duelling pistols,
crouched by the gate.
“Hey wait!”
said the cat
“now what is that?
Those hares are a duelling
crouched by a gate!”
His fur it did ruffle
then he left with a scuffle
the sight so uncanny
he decided
never
to go hunting again.

The Sea Gull’s Mating Flight – Free Verse

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Then up she went, once again,
Flying round her future mate
Gloriously she dived into the lake …
Round and round they flew
He tried to capture her
Inside his wings
To bring her down
So they could finally mate
Without a word, she dropped once more!
Playing the coquette,
Leading him on – leading him up
Then at last she was ready
She’d found him to be a perfect match
One worthy to be her spouse.

Written for the Speakeasy!

Reflections in Gray – Haibun

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt would be so easy.  Just sit back, put on a little music and then drift.  The weather is fantastic.  The sun somehow reminded him of the summer back in 1978…the Bee Gee’s music was big back then and his daughter Mary,  came into the world.

‘Staying Alive’, runs through his mind as he looks back at all the changes that have occurred since then.  Doesn’t even seem like the same planet at times.

“Hey Josh…What are you up to, buddy?” Kevin said.  He’d been jogging in the park when he caught sight of his old friend.

“Just sitting here thinking about how short life is, how things never stay the same, you know what I mean.”

“Sure, but that’s what makes life interesting, no?  The change I mean.  Something always new popping us, keeps me on my toes, kind of really aware that life is fantastic!   So, when will you know about Mary?”

“Stephen will give me a call this afternoon, the operation should be over by then.  I’m sure we’ll have good news.  Everything’s going to be ok!” he said it, but somewhere inside there was a little voice that whispered that things weren’t going to be ok.

It had been a long hard winter.  He’d lost his wife, his best friend had had a heart attack and now his daughter was being operated on for cancer.  He felt the bottle of pills in his pocket…it would be so easy.

time’s passing
the shadowy residue
colors life gray

Speakeasy #152

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Lost Shoes – Flash Fiction – Speakeasy #150

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“What are those?” asked Ginger perplexed.

“Well, they look like shoes to me…never seen any ’til now?” replied Margot sarcastically.

“Sure, I meant what are they doing here?  They’re not new of course, but they’re not something I’d throw away.”

“Who knows and who cares.  You’re not thinking of taking them are you…I mean, yuck, someone’s shoes.  Could have had athlete’s foot or anything!”

“No, I’m just curious, that’s all.  I mean who’d leave their shoes on someone’s door step?”

“Maybe she thought she was in a hotel and wanted them to be cleaned!”

Ginger pulled out her cell phone and took a few pictures of the shoes.

“Whatever are you going to do with those photographs?” Margot wanted to know.

“Well, I thought I’d write about them on my evening “Just a Note” for the newspaper.  You know, special interest!”

“Ginger, special interest is about lost dogs and cats and stuff like that, not about someone’s lost shoes!”

“Still, it is curious don’t you think?”

“No, they’re just lost shoes!” Margot wailed “What could be so special about a pair of old shoes sitting on a door step! Maybe she left them in her boyfriend’s car and he dropped them off.”

“Oh no, no one lives there don’t you know?  That place has been abandoned for over 50 years!”

They reached Ginger’s house and she greeted her friend with a cheery wave.  They made an appointment for the next afternoon to have tea and then Ginger ran up her stairs into the house and straight to her computer.  An hour later she posted her article just in time for it to be printed.

The next morning two policemen knocked on her door.

“Miss Ginger Aimes?  We’re from homicide, may we come in?” said the shorter of the policemen.

“Sure, what’s up.”

“It’s about those shoes in your article this morning.  Seems they belonged to the latest victim of a serial killer.  He always leaves his victim’s shoes on or near where he’s hidden his victim’s body.  Where did you find them?”

“Well, just down the road, on the doorstep of an old abandoned house!” She was almost breathless with shock.”

“You’re a journalist right…haven’t you ever heard about this guy?”

“Well, no.”

“Could you show us where the shoes were?” the taller policeman asked her, speaking for the first time.

“Sure, just a minute, I’ve got to get my coat!”

The two men smiled at each other, “Margot will be in stitches when she hears how well her joke’s gone off!” said the tall fellow.

“Yeah, kind of feel sorry for her friend though, I think we should tell her the truth.”

“Yeah, we will.  After we go and look at the scene of the crime!” he winked.

Ginger came to the door, ready to show the policemen where the shoes had been. She waited for someone to tell her what to do next.

Written for Speakeasy # 150

This week there was a really cool video attached to the prompt which I’d like to share with you:

Don’t blame the sinner

Don’t blame the sinner.
If the saint went wrong,
Each one to his own
Final fantasies,
Of eternal life,
Of hell or paradise.
Ideologies,
Born inside our heads,
Is private property.
Each one to his own
Wayward devices.
So what more can I say,
This and every day:
Don’t blame the sinner
If the saint went wrong.

Don’t blame the system
If your stuff breaks down.
That’s because it’s shoddy
Like everything else around.
Who’s to blame but us
We want everything for nil
And then we sit and moan
When nothing really works.
It’s a gyp-joint paradise,
With 5 minute goods,
That melts before your eyes,
In a polluting mound,
Filling up all our fields
Or burnt off in a pyre.
So what more can I say,
This and every day:
Don’t blame the sinner
If the saint went wrong.
Don’t blame the system
If your stuff breaks down.

I was wondering if there might be anyone who could add a verse to this little ditty?  If you’d like to have a go…just add your addition in the comments!

Opps…just discovered I was too late for the grid…better luck next week.  I’ll leave the badge up ’cause I did write this for them.

Everyone, have a nice day!

 

Do You Remember – Speakeasy #148

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Do You Remember

He says he sat upon his chair,
wondering what had become of her…
no one knew her name nor home you see
no on even seemed to remember her!
She was just a passing in the wind,
something like a somber breeze,
but her face was still so clear to him…
for he had really loved her true,
and though,
no one could ever know
what happened here,
(a miracle being a special thing)
she changed the way river time did flow,
making life so subtlety different, you know,
those who were evil just disappeared…
as though they’d never even been near.
And the moon and sun eclipsed,
stars came out during the warm spring day,
and birds flew back-wards in the sky,
or so he says.
Do you remember that fantastic day?
I can assure you nor do I!
To me it’s just his fantasy
a story that he often tells
as we’re sailing on the crimson sea,
near the land of Camolee…
land of the purple skies and sable rivers
where we walk through bright blue fields
resting each night upon our beds
walking through our peaceful dreams
ne’er thinking of a faceless woman
who changed all time in just a second
one morning back in ’21.

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Just a Note – February 10, 2014

Hello World!

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I know, I haven’t been writing my Just a Note lately…actually I haven’t been doing a lot of my regular posts…I’m a little blue I think….

Here is sunny Italy we’ve been having a bit of wet weather…two weeks of wet weather in fact and that has more or less kept me at home.  I’d usually go walking rain or shine, but I’ve had a bit of bad weather myself and so it has been the better part of wisdom not to go out.  My muse hasn’t been happy with this decision.

I’ve been doing a lot of prompts to keep the juices flowing.  Last week I wrote for Trifecta, Speakeasy, dVerse, Friday Fictioneers, Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Ligo Haibun, Poet’s CornerHaibun Thinking and Sunday Photo Fiction.  Think I’ve got them all down, might have missed someone, I’m not sure.  The links will take you directly to the prompt sites.

Reading other people’s blogs has really become a mess, as I was saying to Charles Yallowitz yesterday.  I’m trying to try with the daily digests…at least the posts are all together and it’s easier to follow them.  The reader is the pits lately.  I often  have the problem of having the same post about 20 or more times and nothing else.  Of course, doing the prompts, one should also read the posts of fellow participants.  That can be rather interesting actually as many posts from Blogger which I wouldn’t normally read.

I think that I’ve got the Mid-Winter Blues..probably a little left over energy depletion due to the flu I had and the vitamin and mineral deficiency that my doctor discovered.  I’ve also got a thyroid problem…which we’re working on.

Besides all that, many of the people I’ve been blogging with over the last few months have gone awol.  Poof all of a sudden they’re just not around to read.  I’ve found this pretty depressing.  Of course, I suppose one has to get used to that sort of thing.  There have been many over the last year who have been really prolific and there was a nice feeling and then they just stopped writing.  Maybe they opened a blog somewhere else.  Maybe they just got bored with writing.  Or just simply moved on… Who knows.

Anyway.  I’m hoping to get my act together and start writing again on the 13th Floor.  I haven’t been doing the Pixelventures’ Close-up, which I think I’ll have to rethink before retaking that one up.  I’m happy to say that I do try write for Poet’s Corner at least once a week.  Perhaps I’ll just choose a couple of prompts to write for, it may be less dispersive.

As I was saying to Oliana from Traces of Soul, whilst talking about her fantastic post,  I think I too need a project.  Maybe a series of children stories and poetry.  I should perhaps start deciding to collect my work from last year in some sort of an anthology,  see if I can’t come up with a pamphlet or two of poetry…one for the Japanese poetry, one for the other genre.

Well…that’s more or less all I’ve got to say this week.  Bless you all and have a good time.

Ciao!  Bastet.

MaryJane and Jolanda (Speakeasy)

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“There was a time when things were different, life was somehow fuller.” said MaryJane. “Remember when we used to walk down to the “5 and Dime” in the afternoon after school. I loved the chocolate malted milk shakes and listening to the jukebox!”

“Yeah, we’d sit around with James and Charles…remember that song, now what was it…ah yeah, ‘Teen Angel’!  TV was different too. Remember the American Bandstand?”

“Yeah…and the basketball games during the winter, our team was the best! What about Saturday night movies down at the Bistro.”

“Sad when they closed down the Bistro.”

“Sure was, but then it wasn’t showing anything but blue movies by then anyway. Anyway now you can’t do anything without a car…not even go to a movie!”

“Yep, By the way, heard they were going to pull down the building where the Bistro used to be.”

“Me too…who knows what they’ll be putting in its place.  Thank heavens they can’t put up another one of those Shopping Barns.”

“Funny how things used to be so different.  Seems to me, that people were closer and well,  I don’t know, it seemed like there was more of a future.  Then people used to have jobs to go to…now the factories are all closed.  Remember the Lion’s Development?  All those hundreds of houses that they built.  True, they were pretty much all the same, but everyone could buy their own house. Course now they’re all run down…not a place I’d want to live in.”

“What about the trailer park, with the swimming pool in the center. My sister and her husband went to live there when they married back in ’63.  No one’d go and live there now!”

“Yeah..now it looks like something out of South America.”

“Well, Jolanda, I’ve got to run along.  Got the grandkids coming over this afternoon to visit me.”

“How old are they now?” Jolanda asked.

“Well Jason’s 26 and Marcy is 24.  Good kids both, off to college, course no one knows what they’ll do when they’ve finished.  Jason’s talking about going to live in Australia.  Marcy will be leaving next month to go to Oxford in England!”

“Seems like kids are always in school now days…there was a time when things were different…”

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Trip to Serenity – Speakeasy # 146

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Trip to Serenity

He’d been down the coast so many times, that no one even bothered to wait for him any more.  He’d take off at dawn then kayak his way down coast ’til he came to Serenity.  Do his shopping, then return to their isolated village some 500 miles away. The trip sometimes took as much as a month, depending on the weather or who he met along the coast.

Jim Mathers loved kayaking, he loved the wilderness and he loved being alone.  A few months before he disappeared back in ’14, he’d gotten married to a young woman who’d come to teach at the local school from somewhere in the lower 48.  They seemed happy enough, but Jim, well Jim liked to be alone and sometimes they’d have words about him walking out into the wood without saying a word and not coming back ’til the next morning!

Mary Hellen had her work with the school, which kept here pretty much occupied. Still, she wanted to have Jim more to herself and would have liked to share more time with him.  She couldn’t understand his need for solitude.

They were both poets.  Seems he could just whip a poem out without any efforts…Mary was a perfectionist, and loved her forms and rules, something she tried to teach Jim, but he didn’t take much to.

One day they had words once again after Jim had been walking out in the woods for two days.  He never became angry and didn’t this time either.  As she shouted and cried, Jim just looked on a little bewildered.  Then he went to their room, packed up his backpack, and as he went through the livingroom, he passed her his folder full of his poems.

He gave her a passionate kiss and then said: “I love you Mary Helen and I hate to see you upset.  I’m going to Serenity.”

“That was the last time I saw Jim,” Mary Hellen said years later,
“I sat there and waited, but he never came back.”

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Speakeasy #141: The Christmas Play

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The Christmas Play

Everything was ready.  She’d been working on the project for three months.

The actors knew their parts, the costumes were ready.  The music had been chosen carefully, now, it was just a matter of sitting back and watching the play.

Her son smiled at her: “A Christmas Carol?  You know the only reason I watch that is because you’re obsessed with it!”

“Yeah, but this one’s different, this one I’ve put on…you’ll like it!”

The snow began to fall on the evening of the 22nd…the play was to open on the 23rd.

The gentle flurry turned into a blizzard.

The city was completely covered in snow in a matter of hours.  The power went down at dawn.

At 5:00 she somehow reached the theater, no one was there. No one came.

Her son drove up in his car.

“I thought I’d find you here.”
“Yeah…well, hope is always the last to die.”

“Let’s go get some hot chocolate…maybe you can open tomorrow night.”

“No…The Nutcracker is scheduled.” She sighed.  He gave her a hug and they both got into their cars heading for home…

There was nothing left for her to do but walk away.

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