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Don't know about you but I love to sneeze
A good one will bring me down to my knees
Blasting my head right off of my neck
A feeling that makes me an absolute wreck
Shivering on down to my little ole toes
You certainly must know how that all goes
Feels so damn sexy I might hasten to add
A sensation that drives me totally mad
Sure rather sneeze than peel potatoes
Prefer sneezing to playing with Play-Doh
Nicer than poking a sharp stick in my eye
Not quite as painful as a dart in my thigh
Imagine your hoo-ha being caught in a vice
Can't be very pleasant, sure can't be nice
Wanna sneeze till I'm rolling on the floor
Gimme that feeling, want more, more, more
But don't tell my friends I beg of you please
Kinda embarrassed about loving to sneeze
© Jack Ellison 2012
Orson Welles did an adaptation of "The War of the Worlds"
book written by HG Wells, on Halloween Night Oct 30,1938.
It aired over the Columbia Broadcasting System radio network.
Directed by actor and future filmmaker Orson Wells. It was an
American radio drama through the Mercury Theatre on the Air.
It was a news bulletin for the first 40 minutes suggesting an
Alien Invasion, by Martians. Causing real mass panic through
out some areas that people were listening. The listening audience
thought it was real, when it was not.
________________________________________________________________________
A farmer and his wife listening to the Broadcast.
"All my God Phyllis grab the shotgun
and make sure it's loaded!"
"The Martians, the Star People, their
craft has crashed and exploded!!"
"I think I saw one out there in the
dark!!"
"For heaven sake Carl, lets hurry
and get in the car!!"
"I'm not going out there forget the
car!!"
"They have Ray guns hon, we
wouldn't make it so far!!"
"I'm so scared Carl you think they
will hurt us!?"
"I don't know Phyllis, it's in God
we trust."
" I heard noises coming from the
roof!"
"Oh my God Carl, what are you
going to do?"
"If I see one I am shooting to kill!"
"Stay here Phyllis and sit still!"
"Your going to leave me here by
myself, no Carl stay inside!?"
"I have to go and shoot that alien
Phyllis, right between the eyes!!"
Carl ran out the door and much to
to his surprise.
Up on the roof there was a Raccoon,
with big eyes.
Carl now realized what he had
seen.
Embarrassed to tell his wife Phyllis,
he smiles, still scared, but with a grin.
Just then over the Radio Phyllis
hears.
"This is not a real event, were sorry for
bringing so much fear."
Phyllis grabbed the radio after
hearing the news.
In front of Carl she smashed the
Radio in two!!!!
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Through out the Country
people were terrorized.
Those Star People had
made an impact!
Sassy Lady
Beautiful
Sassy lady
In a white dress
I listen to the
Click, click, click
As she walks by
In high heels
Mesmerized
With the sway of her sexy hips
As she turns and walks away
With a glimmering
Spark in her eye
I can read her mind
To her surprise
Over a subway vent
Her dress is blown upward
With the blast of warm air
Embarrassed
She turns back
Looks my direction
With a playful flirtation
As excitement arouses
© 7/14/2015
Contest Name: Flirt
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
To me there is no better night
Than the dimming of the lights
And tuning into American Idol on my T.V.
Tonight's no different to tell the truth
As they give another loser the boot
When I noticed something strange in how Ryan Seacrest blinked
Mr. Pretty Boy was blinking in Morris code
Right underneath America's nose
He was passing off top governmental secrets
So his front has all along been a lie
Ryan Seacrest, international spy
Don't know why before I didn't see this
He uses that cute little baby face
And day old beard to hide his disgrace
As he obviously communicates with the underworld
From one side of the globe to another
Talking in code with his Rooski brothers
Why this just gets my patriotic panties in a curl
Just when you think you know someone
They go and pull this traitor stunt
I suppose now your going to tell me Mom doesn't bake her own apple pies
Then I find out it's some imposter named Mrs. Smith
I'm not sure I can take much more of this
Who next will I catch living a lie
Then I see Ryan run off stage
With the strangest of looks on his face
Seems all along there was stardust in his eyes
Funny it wasn't Morris code
Who's embarrassed now...me I suppose
Ryan Seacrest international spy?
Uh...nevermind
Who out there doesn't miss a good night of Ryan and his day old beard on American Idol....
Come on...tell the truth
2025.08.04.
On this Monday, I was so please,
To find a piano in a new place.
Its location, opening and closing hours;
The welcome notes stand erected next to it:
"Do you know a tune? Come and play me"
Have successfully lured me,
It was a Brash and Paling black baby grand piano,
So far everything suites me to a tea.
I sat down, cleaned the keys and started playing.
Strangely, I got nervous for no apparent reasons.
I played alright but missed a key every now and then.
I felt embarrassed and started to wonder.
There was no audience in the foyer,
Nor any one I knew of in this building,
So what was all these anxious feelings.
Over a few day, more and more people filmed me,
Especially when I played
"The Moon represents my heart" and "The Love Story".
I was overwhelmed by their sincere appraisals.
I thought hard and then realised,
It was the songs I chose,
The ways I played them with passion,
As remarked by Beethoven
"To play a wrong note is insignificant
To play without passion is inexcusable".
This time, I played and took regular breaks.
The tuning was much better than all others.
The sound was loud but subtly,
It still required tuning but not desperately.
Last but not least, the long opening hours,
Enable me to come in the early evening,
And that helped freeing up
My day time to do other things.
At the end of the first evening,
Some one asked if I would be back next week,
So he could hear more of my musics,
Well, it was nice to have a date with a music's purpose.
In another day, some one offered to help me
Gaining access to the piano on Sunday.
I was quite overwhelm by the whole situations.
This new experience suited me in every sense.
From memory, it was one year ago,
I warned BB about the Lunar month of the ghost,
I planned not to see him just for that month.
But he made a decision, terminated our friendship,
Without saying goodbye, nor giving any explanation.
Well, life moves on and definitely I have moved on.
However, if it was not for BB, I would not have played piano.
Ironically, he would never heard me playing.
Two boys pushed me down hard into a mud puddle when I was eight
This was after Sunday School, I was dressed in pristine clothes.
The sister of Michael told her mother what he had done.
The other child was named Danny, I did not know him well.
After Sunday dinner, the doorbell rang.
Michael was standing there with his mother.
She was pinching his ear hard. He had to apologize.
We were both embarrassed.
I heard Michael’s mother tell my mother that she had phoned Danny’s mother.
Danny’s mother said “My son wouldn’t have done that!”
Danny’s mother made excuses for Danny all of his life.
He would not lie, he would not steal, he would not beat up people.
When Danny was eighteen, his mother could not longer help him.
He was incarcerated for the rest of his life for beating a man to death.
Michael became a Lieutenant Colonel in the Marines.
Depression times – no one went out
To theatres, concerts, movie shows –
They had friends in or went to their homes.
The whole country was more than broke.
There was always drinking at the parties
And a low-lying cloud of cigarette smoke.
I didn’t like the parties my parents had.
They were too loud, too over the top!
Sitting at the top of the stairs I watched.
People danced or sat on each other’s laps
And smoked and drank and sometimes smooched.
Apparently liquor was cheap and available.
Sometimes it got rowdy after a while
When everyone had a bit too much to drink.
Sometimes my mother passed out, and friends
Would laugh and lay her on the couch.
Later, there would be fights between my parents
And threats of one or the other leaving.
I didn’t – couldn’t – understand the times –
That people had to let their hair down,
Let go of the tensions of their everyday lives
And that sometimes they went too far.
By turns I was scared, anxious, embarrassed
And mortified for my parents.
Once, when I was a little older, I came downstairs
And made a scene about the drinking.
My parents sent me off to bed with a sound
Scolding about being rude and obnoxious.
For many, many years, far into adulthood,
I would not drink, would not have liquor
In the house for anyone else to drink.
I still have difficulty dealing with
Anyone who overindulges in alcohol.
Childhood experiences leave us with unseen scars.
When one feels one’s life is out of one’s control,
That becomes a permanent fear, and control
Becomes obsessively important.
My parents weathered those years,
And the ones that followed.
They were married for fifty years,
And I married and have my own family.
But I still find I want to be sure I have
Everything in my life under control.
That’s one reason I still drink very little.
Are You a Narwhal?
That large whale with a unicorn-like tusk,
Eating cod or halibut whenever it must,
Swimming around in small groups so cosy,
Clicking, whistling or knocking so noisy.
Are you a narwhal, jousting with others?
Animals are supposed to be configured as brothers;
Its protruding tooth, so obvious and offensive,
Reminds me of my potentiality to be abusive.
Do you joust with your neighbours, spar and contend,
That you’re more than them, yourself do you tend?
Do you stand on that invisible step that we all have,
Right beside us, all the time, to get one above?
Do you catch the other person out whenever you can?
Just for the kick and the thrill, yourself not to ban?
Do you stay with your own type, gather in small groups?
Do you trust only them so your clique has no loops?
Do you laugh in their face when they’re down and embarrassed?
Do you edify yourself with your own tales of piety harnessed?
Do you chide at the first thing you see not quite right?
Do you retain all your money, with charity are you tight?
Don't be a narwhal, just emulate their way,
That's also obvious to me on this day;
Strong, long and elegant, swimming away,
Rearing their young, keeping predators at bay.
Original prompt “The Song My Soul Never Seeked” by Hiya Sharma
Not for contest
The freedom you promised was finite,
Halfheartedly holding hope
Even as you eviscerated vows.
Stillborn, the song was silenced~
Obituaries written, often incomplete,
Names with no reference
Gone with the heartbeats of gold~
Mayflies and magpies and magical madmen,
Yestermornings and yearnings~
Still the song stays silent,
Only an occasional, old memory of ocarinas,
Unencumbered and undiluted
Like sorrow searching.
Neverending echoes of emptiness~
Even as life enfolds life~
Visions of vast wastelands
Etched like embarrassed prayers
Remembered too late.
Splintered and tossed aside
Every hope, every desire,
Every wish, every evening dream~
Kindness is washed away in rage,
Every note of the hymn is lost,
Deserted and desolate.
Caressing breeze should turn into tempest.
And clear off all dust and dirt of nature.
Though buds and blossoms might feel embarrassed
Shouldn't time-twirls whirl each legislature?
I have come to fight for each other's rights.
Should one curl on riches and others starve?
Should cutthroat competitions reach their heights?
Shouldn't each being find what they deserve?
Parents and children must clash on concepts.
Young ones must question all age-old rites.
Unrest must last till grace fills all precepts.
Shouldn't spirit fill all empty, dark nights?
Cast fire on earth, you said. Let it blaze.
Let each creature know the almighty's ways!