Became because
Background bedbug
Boldface bookcase
Blackmail blacklist
Misspoke backstroke
Bellboy below
Blacksmith bluefish
Backside backslide
4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Welcome to the Inferno,
Your room is almost ready.
I'm the hotel manager,
My name is Mister Eddy.
You're in the hotel lobby,
This is the bellboy Jerry.
If you sign the register,
Your luggage he will carry.
You might wonder why you're here,
I know it seems informal.
I'm sure you have some questions,
Believe me this is normal.
I'm here to give you answers,
But before much more is said.
I'll say that it's my duty,
To inform you that you're dead.
I can see it on your face,
It may come as quite a shock.
Your wife did the final deed,
Bashed your head in with a rock.
But while you're here don't worry,
There's everything that's needed.
The rooms are always clean,
The swimming pool is heated.
The maids are very friendly,
And as pretty as you please.
Then tonight you'll meet your host,
Mister Mephistopheles.
Though he can be short tempered,
You'll find he's oh so clever.
But the one thing that's for sure,
Your stay will last forever.
He had Captain America
tied to a chair
and he insisted on telling him
how he lost his hair
He was the bellboy to Hitler
and soon became his apprentice
He would learn all the evil ways
and deliver them mementous
He spoke to how he was given
the devilish Red Skull suit
and warned Captain that he should
listen to his negative truth
Cap tried to fight back
but a chemical took his mind
and the Red Skull seemed to triumph
if not for just this time
I never believed I would find such joy,
Beauty entered the lift, Cupid work hard,
Me poor but smart, duties of a bellboy,
Wrote a Valentine: Meet me, I'm Bernard!
Maybe we could saunter to some farmyard,
In fields so quiet, picnic on the grass,
We will talk long to learn who is this lass.
Surely she will get to know who I am.
I did not care I'm transparent like glass.
We’ll kiss, hug and have thrills, love is sweet jam.
Slipping can happen
either fast or slow
It can be a deliberate drama
or an accident of karma...
It can be something that's fun
It can happen on the run...
It can happen with a smile
or it can be tragic event
with terrible consequences
wounds to reconcile.
Slipping can be a physical act...
where your body takes a ride
or it can be a mental game...
where angels dare to hide.
In either case
It's a paradigm shift...
from steady, stable and strong
to unsettled and unbalanced tricks...
unsure of what went wrong.
The real trick to conquering slipping
is to catch yourself...
When you see all your insecurities...
When you catch yourself unsure...
Attach yourself
to nearest source of strength
a pillar of ongoing moral support.
Support can come in many ways
It can be a friend with just a smile.
It can be just the simple comfort
of words offered up in silent prayer...
It can be the framework
along the voyage
of your passage...
the meanings
in your message...
It can be the bellboy
of your baggage.
(November 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,