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As you see, hear a few moments later a funny looking Huckleberry Hound dopey little dog
cartoon the families all time favorite as the children snicker, and everyone there comes
in the room just in time and laughs together. With our dog cocking her head slightly and
barking with us. As our kitten Timid whacks at her ears stops again and chases her wagging
tail, hysterically.
And I tell you if it is all I can do to cherish the freshness of these things, friend I
will. I tell you I've already won.
My baby's laughter there in the highchair clapping with his superman bottle sitting in his
diaper splashing away all over Him listening to Dave Matthew's' It's Not Easy To Be Me
waving it in one hand as he shimmy's and rocks too and fro to the beat of the ambiance of
the new day, yes, reminds me ... .
Our Oreo cookie looking kitten named pounce, playing alone today now there
in-the-rain. How everything from birth has remained so curious to him. His
resilience as he laid there with her saying goodbye ... . As Gracie his sister just passed
on, yesterday. So I feel fate brings us to this opportunity, gentle mercy, tender beauty,
purest of goodness, when willing, everyday. Though even we do, or do not pray.
Like the perfect feel of those glorious tender kisses. Sweet caresses flying footballs
bike riding scuffed up knees tender love and band aids humming-birds-humming.
As-they-hover by the honey water feeders. The dog barking Pounce and Timid playing with
their super bouncy ball bouncing around whimsically too and fro. The Mango Chicken
Surprise chicken in the Set-It-and-Forget it rotisserie. Slippery wet feet legs flung up
swinging arms and tossing shoes loud thunks of your older swimmer Son slipping coming in
from His morning workout on the linoleum floor being just freshly mopped right bye the
back door.
As Mama cries out ""sorry Son" the dog or cat peed and you yell too"" You alright", and he
yells back frustrated "Whatever!" "This is a crazy family"! "I want out" Let me out"! And
yes some other real good humor I cannot really hear right now, and as well yes I feel he
is like Jim Carry and Robin Williams and a lot like me and my morning coffee.
Still being drank all throughout whatever heat of the day.
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(Part One) The first few hours.
I was just a ordinary man
caught up in the unruly throng,
The mob jeering and ranting
insults on the road along,
I pushed and shoved my way
through all the furore
to see what all the fuss and melee
was all about at the fore.
My heart shrunk as I eyed
in total dismay that ghastly sight,
From what befell my eyes, that Friday morn
befouling that dawning day with blight,
Was a Man sparsely clad, and bloodied soiled,
And about fifteen and a half hands tall,
His nut brown shoulder length hair
now caked and matted in disarray.
The way His hair and beard
was parted in the middle down
i knew that Man then
was belonging to the Nazarene Sect,
And brutally entwined upon His head
was a brambled thorny crown,
What more torturous and bestial
torment can a naked body be subject,
His body oozed and dripped sweat
all mixed with blood and grime,
And even more the gruesome
was the criss-cross lashes mark,
So visible, as He staggered along
on that arduous path that morning time,
Dragging a fifteen cubit long sycamore
torture-stake on His shoulder, bared stark.
His back bent and racked in obvious pain
bearing that one and a half hand in diameter log,
Then when, He stumbled in His stride
and before the Roman Centurion Him wanted to flog,
For that Man's wretched agony
and pain, I no longer could bear to stand,
Then in haste that Man to help
I shed my outer garments and tossed it to another man,
I stayed the Centurion's hand
and hoisted that stake upon my own broad back,
For I was Simon an Grecian man from Cyrene
and favoured arduous labourous toil,
When that frail worn-out Man turned
with blue-grey eyes and looked at me,
I saw in that look, relief and gratitude
then I knew, I did just right,
He sadly smiled as He said these words to me,
"Do you too now drink from this bitter cup?",
And added, "You shall indeed sip
its rim with Me to the end of time",
I knew Him then no ordinary, man could be
His voice so gentle and mild,
And I truly then wandered who this Man could be?
to suffer so cruelly, in the hands of man,
When He lightly placed His hand
upon my shoulder, I felt the load lightened,
as if I walked with a feather
on my back, and not His gruesome burden no more,
As we together trudged, on that path
that road, to Calvaria, that place of death,
I then knew that Man at my side
Was a Holy-man by His touch alone.
That goofball husband of hers brought her to this joint to see her get drunk for the very first time. She actually plugged her nose trying to sip her first glass of beer. Good grief. 20 minutes and she barely finished it. She walked to the restroom and I felt her teetering just a little bit. She likes the feeling though, I can tell! I sure liked it when she started boogying to the beat of the band on her way back to the table. Too bad Mr. dingbat won’t ever dance with her. She keeps tapping her hands on the table to the rhythm of the music. That’s why I have to write so slow. . . .
Now she’s tryin ta drink another beer but she can hardly stand it an her husband sez come on don’t ya wanna know how it fills ta be drunk? She says well at list I fill buzzd now. . .
The nice buzz wore off. It’s at least an hour later. She and hubbie got this idea to go to the liquor store. First time she ever went to one. She thought maybe brandy would taste better so then she could drink something stronger and know how it felt to be drunk. Brandy sounded sweet and fruity to her. Boy was she wrong. She took a little taste and it burned going down. That stuff sucks just like the beer. . . .
Wow she jus finisht tha hole boddle rily fast lik mebbie ten minuts ago so she kud fil drunk an she put me down ta finnish tha boddle in one shot now she kant evin kip her eyez opun UH ohhhhhhh
Epilogue: The preceding narration was based on actual fact. Upon consuming an entire bottle of brandy in less than ten minutes, "she" immediately passed out, and I recall she awoke in the morning having forgotten everything that transpired once she fell asleep. Furthermore, when she went into the bathroom the next morning and saw some flecks of vomit on the walls, she was quite amazed. Why? Because she had no recollection of throwing up, and she realized her goofball husband had actually attempted to clean up a mess in their house for the first time in their young married life!!!
By the way, Jenny, if you happen to be reading this, Shhhh. Please do not tell her other sisters. It would surely get back to you guys’ mother, and your poor upstanding church-loving mom might have a heart attack to hear of her daughter’s one transgression with the devil’s brew! Sincerely, Her Sober (albeit sometimes fanciful) Pen
Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,
Twinkle
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell
Twinkle
Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel
Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate
Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress
Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?
Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn
Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art
Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave
Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile
Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty
11/19/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
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Date: Late November 2049
Damian and Holly were conversing
In her bedroom. Damian informed
Her, "I want the babies names to
Be Damian Jahani, Benachi, and
Davon-Sahi." She disagreed.
"Uhmem. I prefer Jofin, Adamahi,
Aand Afahi. All named Damian if
You want. Okay?" She rubbed his
Hand. He said, "Naw babe" and
Gazed deep into her eyes. Damian
Caressed her growth gently with
A soothing voice. Jahani, Benachi
And Devon-Sahi. Those will be
The names. He kissed her belly.
"Alright babe?" She said, "Alright
Fine, your way dictator!" He laughed
"But this is a pleasant palace baby
A utopia!" he kissed her and
Stroked her breast. She Whispered
"Oh I'm into thisss. You are so gentle."
He replied, "Yeah, uh-huh if I were any
Gentler I'd be an innocent kitten."
She said, "aaw baby I don't want
A kitten. I want a BIG CAT." Now
Damian was on the verge with his
Testosterone urge. "Oh Holannya
I can be THAT!" And he devoured
As only Damian can. She smiled
With much exhilaration as he intruded
Into one her garden while she layed in the
Intensity of the moment on her side.
Rhythmic movements excitation
Exuberant escalation. His touch.
His piercing hazel eyes. She cried
Tears of joy. "Don't hurt my baby boys."
After after that sizzling satisfying
Scintillating lovemaking was
Complete they lay with each other
Quietly speaking. With the softest
Tones he could muster he uttered
"Holly, you mean soo much to me,
Lovely you and these three." As he stroked
Her unborn again he kissed her. She
Smiled. They slept until the dawn
Of the next day.
Now January 2050
11:05 morning time
Damian sat in his den planning
For his new realty location for DHR&R
(Damian Hakim Realty and Residence)
office. He had bought the structure
Weeks in advance. He was in the
Process of hiring workers to renovate
It. He was thinking it wouldn't be
More then a year. Now he was
Simultaneously planning to add more
To their existing mansion since
Sidney and His Saderi were permanent
Now expecting a child as well.
This place here will be at capacity.
Delilah knocked then she was in
Floating across the den. Damian
Said, "Hey babe what's on your
Calendar for today?"
Lonely nights and days
Dreaming of a woman that did not exist
Moments of memories without substance
waiting for my soul-mate to stumble into my life
That's when I found her between my consuming thoughts
Ariabelle: A piece of my heart
Each morning, I awake beside her
Wondering if we shared our night's dreams
Shared moments together absent of memories
This morning the air was full of ghosts
I could feel them in the morning breeze
Cold as her skin in winter's snow
Today had an eerie beauty to it
A moment caught in time
That would never fade away
In the car, we drove to the music of Gothic opera
Down the newly paved asphalt streaming through the trees
On our way to the marina to sail together for the first time
Between the closing curtains of day
That's when I told her about how perfect today felt
About my feelings of death today
What would happen if I died
Could you ever survive
Between now to the afterlife
Would you be-able to be happy again
Smiles like moon-light
After the raining of your heart
Could you be strong for me
Live for both of us
With the part of myself that's inside
Sailing together through the lapping waves
Feels like we are on an alien world
The heaven starts to brew with a storm
Cloaking the moonlight and stars
Wind starts to blow our ship on destiny's course
Where I must depart from you for now
Overboard I fell into the freezing water
Screams echoing from my love
Into the rain, lighting, and thunder
Spiraling down the depths of the ocean
Life flashing through my eyes
Holding on as bubbles drift away like angels
Trying to dream one last time
What it will be like when we see each-other again
After death's nap
Life after death
No heaven or hell
Just a remit of energy deteriorating away
Trying to exist for one moment more
My eyes unable to express
All of the emotions that I feel
One last time together
Lying beside my love in bed
Watching her cry herself to sleep
Last words never to be heard
Ghost whispers in the wind
My heart unsure where to begin
Therefore we just sleep and dream
That perhaps before I'm gone
We can be together again in forgotten memories
Have you ever wondered what a Dream Vacation would be like?
I have this chance to ponder.
I could fly anywhere, but I would rather take a 'Sleeping Car Train' to my destination. I have never travelled by train, even when I made my first visit to Europe. So, this would be a first. I'd sleep from twelve am to five am as I watch from my private berth.
The sun rising, streaming warm air on the window of my berth. Some cumulus clouds so puffy, large and white in a background of light blue sky, with a view from my berth enlarging as I greet the morning time.
I am transformed by its sight while the train speeds down track and enters a darken tunnel that takes away my cumulus cloud sight of puffy white and light blue sky. However, this is not all one sees. As we roll past green grass and yellow meadows that look like blue water with yellow sprigs of flowers moving so fast under my eyes. Once in a while I catch a glimps of an animal: a cow or a pig maybe even a horse.
And all the time while the train is in motion that chug, chug along the tracks
sing with melody to the view outside my berth window. Although I am a little
far from the dining car, I swear I can smell the lushious Canadian bacon and farm eggs with cheese that go with that melody of song on the tracks. Clicky clack, clicky clack and a chug, chug from the locomotive engine of the train.
As I walk to the dining car fully clothed, I know that smell instantaneously. And I fall into the chair as I am being served. By now the sky has turned a jet blue and the cumulus clouds have somewhat distance themselves from view.
Each day that I am on the train I ponder how long before I get to my final destination? Although, I knew before I took this ride how long it would be. I have gotten so caught up in the ride, that I don't want to leave the train. Just keep riding and riding. Through this journey I will see small hills and large mountains, lakes over bridges and many small towns until I reach my final destination which is Rome, Italy to Venice. I will speak with other passengers and train personnel. It will be a ride I will never forget.
Thank you for sharing my dream vacation..
(none fiction)
This rainy day reminding me of a childhood memory
Me and my sister and cousins loved to play in the rain.
We would filled up our buckets 1 to 6.
In the backyard in our caribbean island back then.
We had our fun and play hide in seek and hide Every were.
Our home was old fashioned as well as modern.
I will never forget the outside toilet for it was one of the ancient
it was deep and scary and dark.if you fall in there is no way up.
I will never forget the light bulb that went through my knee
Around that time from playing , till this day I still carry the scar as well.
We would seat in yard eat as much mango and sugar cane and everything in site. For aunt had a store it became a place to hide and eat while we play.
I will never forget the old fashioned iron for our clothes.
For every morning for school tidiness was a must for it was Catholic School.
School was strict as can be you will be on your knees for more than hours
facing the wall and a whip to mark your soul by teacher for not memorizing every lesson by heart. And this was just after school.
Morning time lesson needed to be reviewed the teacher with a stick on hand ready to give you a knuckle blister if you did not memorized your lesson. I was one of the students, I couldn't even remember the lesson for my first communion.
Thank God that's the same time I came to America at age 9.without my communion done. (don't tell).
I miss everything I left behind our home was beautiful and blessed.i just wish the 2 Germandogs were okay and didn't die chain up in my godfather backyard for he was a simple married men I was he's fist child of being his goddaughter.
I miss my dog Benji as well, nice little puppy but he would eat everything in sight. It was also hide your shoes or it would be apart.
Childhood was fun and will never be forgotten. It will take more than a page. To start of with once upon a time.
I will never forget all the old fashioned games me and my sister use to play.
I will never forget the first time I saw my sister cried. A huge nail went through her foot from playing hide in seek in the backyard yard in the dark.
Morning time...waking with sweets in my mouth
cinnamon carameltmarshmellowed out
breakfast cereal Sugar Dynamite
secret prize inside,bestows x-ray sight
Sugar shock,tooth rot,'60s psycotropic lollipops
an infinite selection @ Treat's Sweetshop
its addictive candy flavors
improves moods and bad behavior
beware of its dangers
sugar rush overdose and hypereality at most
Peanutbrittle,jawbreakers,misfortune cookie riddles
limesours with saccarine middles
crispycreams filled my mouth
multi-colored jelly beans,sweet and sour insideout
Chocolate candy bars filled the candy jars
cinnamon coal pepper scorchers
mouth and stomach torture
jellied fruit medley,candied vomit,flavor bliss
oatmeal crisps and spicey comets
cool peppermints sooth
my tongue stuck to sticky tarts stronger than glue
Sugared hyper,spoiled rotten
the last flavor blast,gone not forgotten
Narcotic treats penny gag sweets
firecracker gum
blistering flaming lip smackers
and moldy sugarplums
Blue cotton candy,caramel dandies,gingersnaps
assorted sugared snacks,
bubblegum taffy stale rotten candy
are tough chewing tasks
the good stuff in my secret stash:
vanilla cream mashed between two oatmeal cookies
even tried vegan fruikies
my heart's desire...
spent several days sugar wired...still ain't tired
When tastebuds crave an everlasting taste
even toothpaste's nothing to waste
suck,never chew hot swallows in haste
found tastebud relief
gulped this 32oz. blizzard
topped with chopped strawberry twizzlers
Nighttimes mean euphoric wake dreams
cool whipped creamed baked desserts
milkshakes quenched my sugar thirst
Next an ice cream brainfreeze sprinkled with the works,
Ate three slices of icecream cake unthawed,
and an entire carton of chocolate marshmellow smorgasborgs
smothered in toffee fudge crunch and caramel popcorn munch
Baked treats make each morning time sublime
Sugared creamed pastries cake sweet
Saccarine cereal tastes surreal
Chocolate sprinkled ,vanilla milkshakes
completes morning meal
Then the entire day of sugar shock toothrot
indulgence at Treat 's Sweet Shop
She woke this morning to the bird's celebratory song.
A smile on her face, for their love could never be wrong.
She wondered where he was this time, and if he would be long,
She fixed her morning cup of coffee, and sat in deep thought.
Wrong this can not be, but is their love all for naught?
Yesterday in Salem, the year 1692 he helped right a wrong,
Today only knows where he lingers, somewhere in time long gone.
He cried when the Great Library of Alexandria burned,
There in 48 B.C. only as an observer as Caesar was spurned.
Always in the shadows when mighty kings were interned.
A stranger when they met, harboring a secret so dark.
Unable to share the horrors he had witnessed his life so stark.
Time spent together, sharing laughter and tears
Soon Blossomed to something so dear.
Stolen moments in time, when he was able to put aside his fears.
She doesn't understand his need to jump, Nor the call that beckons.
But she accepts this man, and abides with few questions
The calls from the past haunt his every waking moment.
There are always consequences and others that sit in judgment.
She prays one day the calls will end and he will stay with her in the present.
Each time he jumps she wonders if he will return to her.
Time spent away from him becomes each time harder.
Hoping he doesn't get lost in time and unable to find his way.
She prays for his safe return each and everyday.
As she struggles to keep her questions and fears at bay.
She stands, a little ungainly on her feet. Eight months pregnant
Swollen with a new life. Soon she will join them, this tiny infant.
Will she be like him, a traveler, called away as he?
She wraps her arms around her belly so gently.
And accepts this gift from her husband so humbly.
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