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I've had several poets ask who I'd have cast in the roles of characters, so if no one is willing to play along, OR allowed to... I'll still share my thoughts. Since I limited the parts to 3 per character, please know that some of you would've been added to this list, but I didn't want to break my own rule.
TOTO, PULL BACK THE CURTAIN!!!
Dorothy - Tania, Deb M., Anaya
Tin Man - Sheriff K, David K, Mike G (because they are the law in Milton Creek)
Scarecrow- Terry Flood (because of his cover photo and his sense of humor)
Cowardly Lion - I'll just call BS for this one
Wicked Witch - There are 3, but they'd probably try to set me on fire
Glenda-Good Witch - FJ Thomas, Lin Lane, Susan Ashley (perfect candidates)
The Wizard - Tom Cunningham, John Watt, Mo McG (why not a wise woman?)
Uncle Henry - Harry Horseman, Frederic Parker, John Gondolf
Aunty Em- Belle, Paula G., Eve
Munchkins - I thought I'd get volunteers for this role
Toto- Caren K...my only choice because she's as adorable as the little pup
I see no harm in posting this list
despite the one who raised a fist.
If anyone whose name I've used
feels terribly offended or abused,
just let me know and I'll remove it.
Make your own list. Use your wit. (I'd like to see yours, too)
Thanks to those who asked that I post the cast of players.
I have passed the stage of questioning myself
As I have acknowledged my being
I have passed the stage of begging for anyone approval
As anyone can be misleading
I have passed the stage of eagerness for knowledge
As knowledge is power and I am proving them wrong
I am in a same story
Is because a story has different characters
I am letting my hair down
Is because it is easily manageable
I am expecting the unexpected
Is because history repeats itself
I am done being hard on myself
Is because I know what I want
I am done setting goals
Is because I know they are meant to be achieved
I am done reminiscing about what is coming
Is because I am what is coming
Time to tour the best Christmas-decorated places in town
With a map in hand of all the beautifully lit-up houses to be found
Despite the amount of time to set up and to take down the people have given us a wonderful gift for all of us to enjoy
Whole streets have banded together to create a visual spectrum of flashing lights and creative characters that bring smiles to all the girls and boys
Carollers can be seen going door to door singing songs full of joy
On the rooftops, Santa and his reindeer seem to be in control of the night, ready to deploy
As if like magic the clouds open up sending a burst of snow floating down
Soon the lawns will have a blanket of snow without so much as making a sound
In the living rooms, trees with their colorful attire show off to the people walking by
A large crowd has gathered at the end of the block, jolly old Saint Nick handing out candy canes and looking spry
Christmas may come once a year but joy and happiness need to be spread every day
As you walk by a neighbor who has decorated his place a special thanks should surely come his way
When the days are longer and nights darker
The forgotten ones quietly enter my heart
The aversion, anger and dislike dissipates
All becomes one and sweet song of memory
The parched past falls in to abyss of oblivion
Time is a great healer are the words of wisdom
The human heart is soft and peace loving award
Gone moments become amusing anecdotes of fun
The faded petals of past turn in to fresh bloom
Serenity and calm being the divine order of life
Imbued in solitary ambience I write these lines
After living for years of turmoil and turbulence
The characters and incidents appear as shadows
Being pathetic ploys of naivety and ignorance
Vanishing in the vibe aura of prudence and piety
,
The mystery in the story,
Replacing time and names,
Becomes his altered reality,
The fantasy in his game,
To match a weathered ego,
The character that he plays,
Written in resemblance,
From the world he must escape,
Living vicariously through the story,
With each chapter he defines,
And places himself at the center,
In the story as the main characters life,
The figures are his idealized image,
While walking through his fantasy land,
Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole,
His life through the looking glass,
Distracted by the reflection,
The prism of imaged light,
That keeps him from his own story,
The story of his life.
Word Play
Topics, subjects, headlines, sentences, paragraphs, letters that forms words
is word play. We use them this way and that way, to comfort
to hurt, to describe, to besmirch, to judge, to sentence,
to menace and threaten, betting, collecting,
to subscribe medicine directing. Fingers gripping pens
to write the mind opening topics with subjects that form paragraphs
from letters to words, different languages, meanings to mean one thing or another. English alphabet, and other nations' characters, whether or not you are them or actors, no matter the factors, we use them this way or that way to
comfort or hurt, to make an imaginary scape coat for
something that's wrong, words are strong, no matter
how they belong to be written to make the pen sing songs with a
circled controlled motion hoping the word play means something.
Could mean nothing, but that is word play, right?
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
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Indicating Fictional Material
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When fictional characters "buy from the dark web," it is a narrative trope where characters use the hidden, encrypted layers of the internet—accessed via specific software like Tor—to anonymously purchase illegal goods, hire mercenaries, or procure untraceable tech from underground marketplaces
They were in for the suprise of their lives!
They were just aweful people one said. Not caring for those
who wished them well and supported their wellbeing.
They bougtht $#@%$$$ $$$$^^^ product #^^^
off of the dark web. It was a kit. When they put it together
they looked in awe an just left it their. Never telling anyone
of it or it's were abouts. 20 years later two freinds camping came across
the device: and thats when the story begans. Megalithic the new words
that started the whole thing. Upon reading the Blurtez Agreement:
and the Treaty of Montellvello Act of 2033, they figured out
what the device was all about."What great for me, redefines your logic"
one said as his maddness state of mind began to develop.
The phrase means that prioritizing your own personal fulfillment,
happiness, or subjective experience is so powerful that it
dismantles traditional, rigid ways of thinking. It suggests
that personal well-being trumps objective rules—if an
approach works for you, its success overrides standard reasoning
I thought to write about my High School Social Studies
book report. An uncomplicated short story about the
lives of two characters who like to take life the short and
easy way. I decided to write it as a narrative, showcasing
the simple characters as carefree drifters. Near the end,
the lives that they made easy, sadly turned complicated.
It's about George Milton and Lennie Small. The roaming
workers shared their dreams of being eventual farm
owners during the Depression Period. George was the
smaller and a bit learned of the two. Lennie was taller
and that made him oafish because of his limited wit.
Auburn, California, started their course across the state’s
harsh landscape from one ranch job to another. They
closed in on a job just outside the town of Soledad.
Stopping for a swim off the Salinas River, Lennie
gathered up delicate flowers. He is overwhelmed with
anything soft, fragile, and pretty. In his zealous nature,
he hugged it lovingly but much too tightly as they quickly
withered and died. George noted that oddity before, but
he thought it as being trifle to be of no concern. As they
prepared themselves before they arrived at the ranch, to
a slight degree, the witty George would be a money-saver
type, and Lennie's character with his notable oddity, is
simple-minded. Yet on their first day, Lennie strangled
Candy accidentally. She was the owner's son's pretty
wife. The rhetoric grew unstable for Lennie wherein
laid the guilt. George was forced to face some sort of
retribution with farmhands yakety-yak of a lynch mob
that would lead to a hanging. Left with that sad chapter,
George grabbed ahold of Lennie. At a secluded part
where no noise would be heard. George quickly closed
that chapter when he took out a pistol he found at the
farm and he shot Lennie as George fathomed money
to be his closing grace.
At conception, the point of his earthly beginning inside his mother's womb, there was a light, the likes of which he had not seen until now at the point of his death. He shared with me that he had lived 85 years on earth until his demise two months ago. As he thought upon the light, he remembered that the light was not as bright as the light at his conception. That is to say, he believes when he really dies, there will be an identical light like the one he saw when he was being conceived.
I was privileged to listen and record his most remarkable story of how he died, went to heaven, and returned to tell his story. His sojourn there was a total of some 60 seconds. But if a thousand years is one day*, we are talking a heavenly timeframe of far more than 60 seconds. A brief estimate and some calculations explain why he tells me that he was in heaven long enough to visit a number of deceased loved ones, friends, and Biblical characters. For example, he met the young boy who provided the bread and fish Jesus used to feed 5,000 people. He had always been overwhelmed with the unselfishness displayed by the young lad and his willingness to be a tool for Christ in the performance of one of the world's greatest miracles. The lad never sought recognition.
He told me about a grandfather from four generations back whose name his family was never able to produce. He had suspected it to be a Bible name because his great grandfather's name was Daniel. He was right because he met him in heaven, and his name was Jeremiah. He was so happy as he told me about the family members he met. There were so many people to meet and so much beauty surrounding the entire scenery. He wanted to stay, but the angel informed him that God simply wanted to give him a taste of his future. For now, it was not his time, because his earthly mission and purpose were not completed.
So now, at 85, he's anticipating that exit light which will be there in all its splendor at his demise, he is content to live until his mission is completed.
100118PoSoupContest, Fiction Write, Broken Wings *2 Peter 3:8; Calculations are not meant to be accurate
Within A Seed
Biological form in seclusion which darkness enfolds, anxious unlike the
meditating lotus flowers floating in tandem, fully conscious. In a vacuum,
innocuous, molded in an inner sanctum-silently motionless-mystically furtive
living breathlessly inside stillness, danger its resiliency bravely defies then in
time will emerge then shall nourish. Nurtured within seamless walls like an
impenetrable fortress, fraught with a future--uncertain or assured--while in
repose yet composed, utterly detached from without.
On untested ground anonymity drifts in the wind until time precisely heralds
its existence. Beneath the wretched soles of self-aggrandizing, self-serving
dictatorial human characters with their voracious and insatiable appetite
for inflicting misery;
Optimism blossoms...Within A Seed!
***In the end, Good trumps evil!!***
02/07/2018
8:48 p.m.
Florida
USA