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They are the Ghosts of the Orange House she whispered.
By the whisper, I figured she thought I knew about them.
I didn’t, but I have heard many rumors since; I emphasize rumors.
They think they are all that; they have wild parties, they are frightening.
They are tight-knit, they despise strangers, they chase interlopers off.
Having no idea what that meant, I decided to stop by for a visit.
They were eager to meet me and welcomed me with Earl Spook tea.
This is delicious! I told them. Some were shy; they tittered about that.
Grandma Ghost of Orange House said I could come back any time.
The next time brought homemade cookies.
We cannot eat them, but we sure enjoy smelling them, they told me.
I was so glad I decided to make up my own mind
Instead of listening to rumors.
The Almost Autobiography of the Bread and Butter King
The bread and butter king was pompous and proud
He had no power, but he was insanely ugly and loud.
An actor wanted to play him on stage in a theater.
Ratio, a subject said, “He is as selfish as they come, a real anteater.”
He can play the piano and the flute someone boasted.
And last month I almost got invited to a party he hosted.
He is arrogant and mean an all-knowing child said.
The best story of his life will be after he is dead.
While we are on the topic, his wife is okay said one.
She is kind of plain, but she has an ample lovely chest.
Leave her alone; she is a horribly shy little thing
She never gives cheek, though she is married to the king.
Where is some paper? The actor asked for he was writing a play.
He appealed to the youth, for he knows they would find a way
To get him the supplies he needed to write about his uncle Pete.
It was no error that he had been sent to his kingdom so sweet.
Let’s take a photo his uncle the arrogant king said.
The bonus was that after the selfie, the hungry actor was fed.
What about a movie about his life? The talented actor thought.
He was out of his depth, but his imagination was easily sought.
As they hurried to the door, the sounds of laughter and shouts from outside faded but never completely disappeared. They could still hear the teenagers chanting and the Bunny making sarcastic comments to keep the situation wierd. Their distraction technique was working, but they knew they couldn’t linger. Gus looked at Penney, who farted
again, because his berating look, lingered.
Gus inserted the key into the lock, and with a satisfying click, the door swung open to reveal a new challenge: a room filled with sparkling lights and a shimmering floor that looked like a galaxy of stars. Hanging above were various musical instruments—an odd assortment indeed, from ukuleles to maracas to instruments of torture and bdsm.
“This place is amazing!” Penney exclaimed, her spirits lifted by the sensory overload. “But how are we going to solve the next puzzle?”
Suddenly, a loud thud reverberated from the room they had just escaped. Michael's voice boomed through the door. “You can’t hide forever, Penney! I’ll get you, I'll get you a free bus ride to Butler Pennsylvania!”, it blurted.
“Time’s running out!” Gus said as a tingle of panic shot through him. “We need to make music together!" Penney's eyes lit up. "Maybe that’s the key!”
Gus dashed to the nearest instruments. Penney a bit bummered out, grabbed a maraca while Gus took hold of a be-dazzling tambourine. With an improvised beat, they tapped and shook, creating a rhythm that filled the room. Just as they began to lose themselves in the music, the room responded; the walls shimmered brighter, and notes floated into the air, intertwining with the delicate air raisin like sounds they created.
Suddenly, the floor lit up, revealing a beautiful pattern that corresponded with their tune. It was clear now—they needed to hit the right notes to unlock the next door. They took a deep breath and focused.
With every shake and strum, they gradually deciphered a melody, one not only full of life and attention but filled with intention—an anthem of escapism against Michael’s looming threat. As the final note echoed, a door on the opposite end of the room slid open.
Santa kept his secret big wish to himself.
Not wanting to worry or fluster
his elf on the shelf.
Elf on the shelf is silent, we know.
But he becomes empathetically magical
in Christmas Eve snow.
Santa’s biggest wish in the world
was to have his own Christmas pup.
He woke up December 23rd
Took a sip from his cup
His Elf on the shelf seemed to be missing
Santa searched and found his Elf kissing….
a brand new puppy – a big surprise!
Elf on the shelf met Santa’s eyes.
Merry Christmas’s Eve’s Christmas Eve Santa he said with glee
Thought you could hide your truest wish from an Elf like me?
He had better be dead I told friends,
Making them smile, from ends to ends.
They thought I was being hilarious
I was truly, frankly being serious
He did not help at all, I informed them haughtily.
I was on a roll now, telling them a little bit snottily.
"You had better be dead!" I yelled to his false-acting back.
He was deep-snoring, his lying pretending to be asleep act.
I was on a roll now, entertaining my table and the next two.
Come on! A perfect stranger yelled. "What did you do?"
The place had stopped eating. It was all about me.
I have not done it yet, I informed her. But I will about three.
They followed me home, six tables of strangers and me.
They wanted to see, how assertive and mean I could be.
I put them in cages, and strung them up by their toes.
You should not follow strangers, as everyone knows!
Oh, we are one with the wind,
the sun, the moon and the sky.
We are one truly wondering spirit.
Whenever and wherever the wind desires to
and does freely flow.
We are one with the sun
shining brightly in the sky.
We are one with the sun shining
brightly in our eyes.
We are one with the moon's silvery
light. We are the children of the
night time sky. We look at the
moon with awesome wonder in our eyes.
We are one with the sky.
Watching the white luminous clouds
drifting slowly by. we are one spirit's
among the cloudy signs. We have won!
We have the victory!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 25, 2019
Revised December 18, 2019
Lucky and Blue, were my babies. Lucky was a big black mountain dog.
Blue was a husky, with a curly tail and one light blue eye, the other brown.
They were with me for ten and twelve years. Blue ten, Lucky twelve.
Blue had what I thought was a bee sting on his mouth. I took him to the vet.
He is suffering, the vet told me. He is in pain, he cannot eat. He has cancer.
Cancer! I was horrified. I did not have a choice. I had to help him transition.
The vet asked me if I wanted to stay; I did not. I went outside and bawled.
I cried so hard that my husband thought I was a little sobbing boy when he came back.
He had dropped me off, and had gone for gas.
Lucky had a stroke that did not kill her; which is sad for she was suffering.
She could not move, could not walk, could not answer us when we called her.
The grandchildren and I called for her off and on for six hours. We were concerned.
I finally found her cowering in the back of her igloo dog house. She could not walk.
My husband pulled her out. Her eyes were going cockeyed, and she could not stand.
He took her to the vet, and had her transition to the rainbow bridge.
I bawled and bawled and bawled, then I thought this “I could be sad for a year,
or I could be sad for a month, or I could be sad for a week, or I could be sad for two days.”
I chose to be sad for two days. My husband came home and said “No more dogs.”
He gets hurt when they transition too. I knew Lucky would not be happy with this.
I looked online for a new dog that night; it was a Thursday. I made an appointment on Saturday.
We met Sophie Helen. She had been beaten and abused. My husband said “We’ll take her.”
I was shocked. I had never had a dog who was scared of me before.
She shook like a leaf, like she thought we were going to kill her.
That was ten years ago; she sleeps with us, she is our little mini-me.
Lucky and Blue stop jumping and leaping sometimes to watch over us.
They are happy in their place over the rainbow bridge.
I have no doubt I will see them both when I get to heaven.
I feel them here now, frolicking and playing, glad we are happy.
The bears are invited Grandpa said casually.
My heart turned cold.
I just got my closet put back together from their last year’s visit.
I decided I would hide my hot pink nightie, and my rainbow feathered boa.
Lulu and Mumu were my bear cousins from Arkansas, adopted by my Aunt Fran
Harmless except they loved pretending they were divas.
Last year they dragged everything out of my closet
And I mean everything
But did anyone stay to help me clean up? Of course not.
After school on Tuesday I came home to see Arkansas plates in our driveway.
My heart beat louder than a marching band.
Lulu bear greeted me with a huge hug.
She was wearing my hot pink nightie and it was ripped down the side now.
Mumu slid down the bannister; she had tightened my boa around her head
She looked like a 300 pound hippie, and she had ripped the arms out of my jacket.
We blew air kisses to each other
Actually, I had so much fun dressing them up I forgot about the mess.
They tried on all but five things in my closet.
It was great to see them preening and laughing.
I told them not to worry about the mess as we hugged good-bye.
Great visit, huh? I asked Grandpa.
We sent them with a cooler full of fish for the road after lots of bear hugs.
This year we had videotaped everything with our cell phones.
Best visit ever!
Oh, mighty bee, hear my heartfelt plea…
Big request by the darling chimpanzee
He wants you to assist the Illinois Grand Prix
Ride in race car with him and his chickadee
They agree they will pay the contest fee
Trying to procure the loving cup key
This invitation to tea is given to you with glee
Lee might show up if he is not on a crime spree
The chimpanzee has not yet invited me
But I’ve heard good things about his Irish tea
I can personally vouch for the blue chickadee
They will serve tea at the top of old oak tree
Please meet them there at twelve until three
This plea is a big deal, not a bit wee.
Tea will be served in tree’s giant Vee.
How much more welcome could you be?
Please dear Sir
you have tutored me and known me for years
as have all other teachers and your peers,
we get along like silver knife and fork!
these past semester has been full of cheers
my school work has never been in arrears,
never did I let you down on homework!
like before as diligent as ever,
I read lessons from cover to cover,
and finished all my home work late past night,
I walk to school a mile along river,
did so today braving wind and shower,
in satchel was my homework done alright!
halfway down I pass a gothic tower,
flower gardens where butterflies hover,
not a human soul anywhere in sight!
as I was pacing my way to get here,
suddenly I heard some flapping quite near,
all of the sky went up in flames and bright!
like I have been taught in our school before,
was on hands and knees, went on all my fours,
I heard eerie sound, felt a big birds flight!
it was trying to pluck me from the floor,
but just managed to snatch my bag and soar,
to perch itself on birch tree of great height!
ran as fast as I could in abject fear,
was scared and thought it may be on my rear,
looked back to see but I was still in fright!
Now Sir! you may not believe what you hear,
perched on top of a tree, could see quite clear,
a huge pterodactyl like flaming kite!
you may think
I may be lying or have gone berserk,
but am still
shaking with ordeal of lost homework!
N/A in John Lawless sponsored
‘Flaming Pterodactyl ate my homework’ contest!
10 syllables with 3 syllables interspersed at the beginning and towards the end
written 22/01/2021