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Orange was Olivetta’s favorite summertime holiday fruit
The smell of this sweet morsel delighted this fairy
She also adored marigolds’ spotted colors of orange to their root
All the oranges In the orchard made her life brilliantly airy
So when she received a new fairy habitat, she knew what to do
She brought in pinks, yellows, polka dot, plaids, florals and blue.
But the main color was orange in full large paint strokes of course.
She designed an orange bathtub and a giant fluffy stuffed orange horse.
She was flabbergasted to find a male fairy one fine Tuesday.
With carrot-colored hair of all things, so she swiftly sashayed
She tucked him in her home, where she was keeping him to play
He quickly turned into a beautiful monarch and flew swiftly away
Johnny W. Barrow
1890-1914
I was appalled!
Appalled and flabbergasted indeed!
Indeed, when I heard in 1912,
Heard that which I did not comprehend
Heard that which was absolutely impossible
Heard that which was absolutely improbable!
I wept, wept as Christ wept,
That night in April, long ago,
In the dark gray garden under the olives there,
Under the silent screaming stars there,
That night in April
When the invincible, the seemingly unsinkable happened.
I too was like him.
The whole world was my oyster!
The universe was at my calm command!
Nothing could destroy me!
Nothing could defeat me!
Nothing could slow me down!
Then, as with that impossible sinking,
That impossible undoing,
I too descended to the dark depths
Here in Mt. Olive Cemetery.
Not even the ice bags bestowed upon my chest
Not even the desperate prayers
Said in faithful earnest on my behalf
Could reduce the flaming fiery fever
That incinerated my heart, mind and soul.
I don’t understand you Lord
Sometimes I think it should be this way
Then You have other ideas
Totally you then changed everything
I absolutely can’t understand it
It does not even make sense
Or logical
The whole picture looks like night and day
From what I was thinking of
I don’t know if it’s supposed to teach me something
But I don’t get it
I don’t know why you did it that way
Flabbergasted I am
I will just forget about figuring you out
You do it your way
I will go with it
Don’t understand it
But there must be a reason
I can find out later or not know at all
You control
Just wish everything go my way
So I am in control
But I guess you are saying not-
You are
You got the last laugh God
You and only You
Got it
I'm utterly a hermetic swarm of chemicals.
Our atoms are uniquely spotted over medicals.
Inside every iota arise unique waves of strenuosity.
It is stunning since we're concerned not to see.
The intensity waves in the query are identical.
In each one of us?In the enduring genetical?
Hence, it is the idea of genuine humanity.
My inner being is made up mainly of vitality.
Our planet is a satellite girding a stellar body.
On a heroic endeavor as you rest adequately.
There's a compelling goal needs to echo left or right.
All is cautiously stowed to a programmed flight.
While lying in bed wheezing and having a dream
You'd be flabbergasted at the spots will redeem.
You'd have beheld the divine cores in their glory.
What might have ensued will stall you ever-lively?
The eternal truth, however, is a lot as well peculiar.
If you didn't foresee Earth is, in eternal fact, flatter.
There's a compelling reason that needs to unfold more.
It's superb that we didn't all fall on a live shore.
Written: April 22, 2022
KIDS:
Hey, everybody!
Look who is hopping our way --
The Easter Bunny!
EASTER BUNNY:
"Happy Easter, y'all!
Welcome, kids and parents, to
The Easter Egg Hunt.
To see you guys smile
Gives me so much happiness
And joy in my heart.
Remember the rules:
Whoever finds the most eggs
Wins a special prize.
So look carefully.
They're hidden everywhere
So you can't see them.
I'm so egg-cited!
Okay. Now let's hop to it.
Get ready...set....GO!"
This groovy shindig
Went on for forty minutes
And thirty seconds.
When it was over,
The Easter Bunny counted
The eggs that were found.
EASTER BUNNY:
"We have a winner!
But I can't pick just one, so....
EVERYBODY WINS!
And now the cool part!
Here is your special reward:
THE GOLDEN CARROT!"
Some people said, "WHAT?!"
Totally flabbergasted
And really confused.
But the furry hare
Opened the golden carrot
And...a huge surprise!
It's Easter candy
With chocolate covered rabbits
And marshmallow peeps.
And that's no yolk!
This egg-stravaganza rocks!
Best. Easter. Ever!
...His starting point, after much hustling,
was a diner at the edge of the town,
the man who had once built massive bridges
now spent his days at work frying hash browns.
Working for a pittance, day after day,
the only place that would dare give him pay.
About three months into doing such work,
just after the breakfast rush was complete,
he saw a woman enter the diner,
with two young boys, she looked about forty.
Time had done little to Alan’s ex-wife,
Whitney was a queen, hallowed in his sight.
He tried to hide, but Whitney caught a glimpse,
a flabbergasted look clear on her face,
but he made no move to go talk with her,
and she had two kids, could not leave her place.
His heart pounded until Whitney had left,
seeing her moved over felt much worse than death.
She had proclaimed that she would stand with him
when the accusations first had been made,
but the media had taken its toll,
he had watched her resolve drain, day by day,
until the day that the verdict had come,
when he’d been locked up, then it had been done.
She’d started divorce, he didn’t contest,
it was something he could not do to her,
she’d wanted children, normal existence,
all the things that a good woman deserved.
With him in prison, that would be denied,
so he’d signed the papers, and said goodbye.
It had been simple, before he’d been freed,
when he had not had a reason to hope,
now, seeing her, with some other man’s kids,
seemed beyond his ability to cope,
a wound that wouldn’t heal, slowly bleeding,
making him question the point of being.
But the next day, when his shift was over,
and he was walking slowly for the bus,
he saw a G-wagon, and his Whitney,
and his heart started racing then because
there were no kids there, no shield she could use,
confronting this was what he could not do.
But she came forwards, her face fresh with tears,
struggling hard to keep herself composed,
until she broke down, and embraced Alan,
saying, “I’m sorry…how-how could I know?
I’m not sure how to deal with this because
I don’t know why she would do this to us!
“Now I’m left looking at a man I love,
that I abandoned, I’m ashamed it’s true…
We were so happy, but now all I see
is all the things that I’ve taken from you.
The life you deserved, that I thought we’d build,
her lies and my weakness…it’s all been killed.”
CONTINUES IN PART III.
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.
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Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
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Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
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One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
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Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
I was flabbergasted when given the chance
To join the renowned Roscoe's Oddity Of Circus
With no actual talent to speak of
I was pretty much dead in the water worthless
But Roscoe in all of his wisdom
Put me in charge of the Bubble machine
Low and behold people
Turns out...Bubbles is "ME"
I started out with simple patterns
Blowing one treasure at a time
As things progressed rather quickly
I soon had Bubbles dancing in Mumba lines
There wasn't a Bubble imagined
In which I could not achieve
But like I said at the very start
Turns out...Bubbles is "ME"
I even perfected what I like to call
The "Fantabulious Bubbles De jour"
In the Bubble circles in which I blow
I've become quite the Bubble Lore
My Bubble forte soon became
Floating Bubbles of Super Stars
I'm not one to "POP" Bubble names
Suffice it to say you know who they are
These days you don't have to go to the Circus
If you'd like my talent to see
I'm the one who does those Bubbles with the tiny words
In the Sunday comics you read
Why I've even been to the U.N.
Where the "Big Cheese" was highly pleased
The way I blew name tags and place mats
For all the visiting Dignitaries
But my favorite pastime after all these years
Even with all the fortune and fame I've found
Is relaxing with my Circus buddies
And blowing Bubbles of "Bubbles the Clown"
Just think when I joined the Circus
I had no talent in which to show
Who knew all it was that I needed
Was one good bubble to blow
He swallowed down the bile in his throat.
With every right to have such fear.
Creaking, creaking the constant creaking.
What a terrifying sound. A semblance of
isorienting frequencies, and unnatural pacing
the srecking:my God! What a horrifying sound!
He went to the window to see if the noise
was coming from outside since it seemed to come from
all around. Dam-it he cursed, the window is stuck.:
then he reached for the door it to was sticking but
he pushed it open.to find out what was the matter.
lowering himself to the bottom step,
he looking upward, dag on it!
The deep, low-frequency rumbles, repetitive wood
groaning, metal screeching, or snapping joists.
The supernatural is everything beyond your grasp
but this is manmade and such concerns only make
wealthy men wealthier.How complicated does it get?
Concern, concern might my concern, only help the
matter. The weight of the roof is causing the walls to sink and crumble.
collapsing under tension or humidity.Looking skyward
Not paying attention I stepped into the swale.
Full of water I stood in it ruining my white shoes and dirty water.
Flabbergasted I sat down in full defeat. My Lord, my God
this has concoured me.
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Written by: Yerba de Anis