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SUNDAY AFTERNOONS
By Curtis Johnson
Mom had a sister not far away, and dad had three sisters, all of which lived within an hour's driving distance. That meant that
there were lots of cousins with which to play and grow up. Most of my paternal cousins were older than me, because mom was much younger than daddy. Not a problem, because it meant that we also had second cousins to play with who were more closer to our ages. Being geographically close meant that we could go on nice rides to visit them and enjoy a delicious meal also.
O, I do apologize if you thought this was about ‘cupid on a Sunday afternoon’.
O, pardon me, but I have had my share of picnics on a Sunday afternoon.
My thoughts here are tender ones, about family rides along the country sides;
And about getting away for family fellowship and fun, on a Sunday afternoon
Now, back to my story. Where was I? O, speaking of meals. The big food filled table with relatives sitting together enjoying a delicious meal was indeed the highlight of the afternoon. After the meal, the grownups would return to their seats of comfort to sit and talk about this, that, and the other. Occasionally, we kids would stop by to sit and listen for a spell, curious to know what the adults were talking about. And wouldn't you know it? I do not remember a word they said. So off we would go to play outside again.
We did not realize it then, but dad and mom were teaching us a valuable lesson
about the vital necessity of family life. They were saying that we should never
lose touch with not only our immediate family but also the relatives.
Any given Sunday afternoon was the one time that made all this possible. With no work or shopping to be concerned with, and having already been to church, Sunday afternoons were the most blessed times of the week. The memories of love, security, togetherness, and social interaction were born in the quiet country settings of Sunday afternoons.
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I spent my day shopping for rubies.
There are those who love to shop
for this, that, and for one thing or other,
and they will not stop until they drop.
I am not one of them and rather certain never will be,
but something very unusual happened to me today.
Something of a liberating nature arrested and captured me,
overwhelming me with energy for reasons I hasten to say.
I'm just a regular guy, rather withdrawn and shy.
I own a modest house and drive a working man's car.
I'm contented but will confess that my dream car is a Volvo.
But I tell you honestly, ruby shopping today was a bit bizarre.
I was invited to the home of the richest man in the world
Whose name perhaps you know, but I shall not reveal.
I best pause and tell you that this was just a late-night dream.
At random, he picked ME, gave his credit card to ME, Bill.
He made it clear and said, "No limits, and price is not a problem".
And then he said to me, "The ruby you buy will be for your wife".
I stood there numb and speechless, thinking, "I must be dreaming".
Nothing like this had ever happened to me in my entire life.
I have reluctantly shopped for shoes, slacks, toys, and cars.
Even the necessary shopping gives me a cause for anxiety.
I must say that my wife has always done the shopping for me.
I hardly believe it was I today making purchases like high society.
I must say that every part of me lit up like a 4th of July sky.
I was thinking of only one person as I headed off for the store.
I knew that my wife likes jewelry, but this was unbelievable.
I felt like the peace of a river; like gentle waves rolling to the shore.
070620PSCtest, First Line Prompt-3, Julia Ward
All abuzz about a bee
The name’s Humble B. Bumble; welcome to my mall.
How do you do?
If there is anything that you need, I am sure we have it for you.
Need a fresh pot of honey to go with your food?
Not a problem, keep the bottle; I saved this one especially for you two.
Do you need to buy your honey something new?
Not a problem, all honey is good here, I can make honey too.
If you see something you like, I am sure we can find you a good price.
The sugar sure is nice; we just got this frozen stuff,
You won’t beelieve your eyes!
They call it ice;
It keeps the water cold
And you just need to add flavour to savour,
The refreshment of your soul.
Your honey’s no good here; the first drink is on the hive;
But I must insist after that, your wallet must appear
And please do not drink honey and then dive.
I will have the bar-staff make you something to drink
And when you are feeling all warm and fuzzy inside,
There is a quiet section for you to sit and think.
Only you can decide what will bee next on your shopping spree.
We’ve got ‘Beegee’s and Banana’ and ‘Our-army’ suits.
There is the Jumper Gotye fashion store
And Kelvin Flies if that is what suits you.
Gooey has more high-end goods, if you have got the honey to spend.
Whatever you need, you will find it here at the ‘All A Buzz’ Mall,
PO Box 3B, Fly Mile End.
If you live in the sky and want to bee a diner,
Then you won’t find a place that is finer.
If these syrupy sweets are not at all to your taste,
Maybee you could think about some bling for your wings?
We have the little shop of forgotten treasures;
I am sure we can find whatever you need or think,
Would improve your life. Our doors are always open to new idea’s!
We work through the night, to fit your clothes, right on;
If you need a refund, we will always bee right here.
Here, take my card and don’t forget to mention my name.
The middle initial stands for Bee
And Y’all Bee sure to have yourself a nice day!
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
(Mr. Tongue-in-cheek)
Sex in the air
The mirror is over there
Don't lose the razor blade
Take a line or bump babe
All your fears will fade
Snort, sniff, lick, anyway you want
Feeling sexy & superhuman
Business for the connection is boomin!
Never been this anxious
Paranoia makes me suspicious
Injection is not suggested
Euphoria is the feeling manifested
Addiction has to be said
It's not a problem if I can't find it
If it comes near me I'll find it
Snort, sniff or lick
Line, bump or rail
Hits the sweet spot without fail
Living fast and loose is a rocky road
Debt piles up in f*ck loads
Where did all that money go?
High as a kite and never felt so low
Powder, snow, coke or blow
By the gram, 8 ball, or kilo
Laying out lines in rows
Always ready to go
This is kinda like an Ode
Self-destruction and no where to go
One minute u r up & next u r down
When u r at ur peak
U can hear every sound
Wisdom isn't what u seak
Ur next fix is what u crave
Family is something u should try to keep
Money is something u should save
Eyes of ur loved ones should never weep
Addiction should be pushed away
Hopefully, it's ur soul that u keep
I have not been on a plane since 2019
That was some three months before COVID-19.
The 2019 trip was one of the worst of my flights.
However, although uncomfortable, it was planned.
But I prefer to tell you about our unplanned flight.
In 2016, my wife and I boldly decided to fly one way.
The flight back would be 'up for grabs'; go with the flow.
One way, Sacramento to Chicago by plane. Not a problem.
Chicago to Jackson, Ms. by train. Longer time. No problem.
One way ticket from Jackson back to Sacramento. Problem!
Our affordable and preferred carrier did not operate in Jackson.
So, we rented a car that turned out to be a truck and drove to Memphis.
Out of Memphis, we boarded our flight with three stops to Sacramento.
Are you tracking me so far? Can you see the 'venture flight' unfolding?
Jackson to Memphis by ground; Memphis to Houston; Houston to Portland;
Portland to Sacramento. Some 879 additional miles of unplanned
travel, but two senior citizens who boldly went with the flow were home at last.
071822PSCtest, Flight three Poetry, Chantelle Anne Cooke. 3P
Listening To A Man
I listen to you talk
You are so intelligent
You know about life
There is not a problem you cannot solve
I have never met a mind like yours
Still you live on the streets
Begging for pennies
Longing to a simple bologna sandwich
No one will help you
Your family turned their backs on you
Their houses are closed to someone like you
The government ignores you
It spends millions on a cup of coffee
But they cannot help you find a home
You are alive but not allowed to live
Still as long as you have your mind you have a life
Someday someone will notice you
They will talk to you
Listen you what you have to say
Even for a moment you will be important
Once again you will be a man
Someone who has the knowledge to save the world
All it takes is someone to listen
They each approached their God in their own way…
some stood, some knelt…most of them bowed their heads…
“I come to you with a problem…I need your help!” they said.
Then as their Gods listened from their heavens or from atop their mountain peak
simultaneously from here on Earth each person began to speak…
From all corners of the planet…their appeals were the same
“There is so much hate in the world,” they said…
and they were quick to place the blame…
(Here is where each person’s story gets a little odd)
for they put the blame not on themselves…
but on the other people and their Gods.
Each God listened intently from their place up in the sky
and after a moment or two of silence…each God began to cry.
“You have forgotten why you were put here.” Each God answered,
“I find it so bizarre…that you have forgotten your reason for living
you have forgotten who you are.”
“This is not a problem for me.” Each God continued.
“You know what you need to do…
or have you forgotten the power to fix this…
lies not with me…but you?”
“You speak to us of hate!,”
this was spoken in one combined voice booming from above…
“Come back to us,” the voice continued,
“when you can speak of love.”
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst upon the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst on the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
(lol)
Two black eyes
On a sweet white face
Floppy ears that lie
Those ears actually taste
Algae is the most favourite place
With no arms
No tricks up their sleeves
Should they be on a farm?
Each looks like a sheep
If only they made a bit of cheese
To light their fire
They suck chloroplasts
Leaf sheep never tire
Photosynthesis gives them gas
Even without the sun’s sunny blast
Amazing you say
We must agree
And all shout hurray!
Photosynthesis under the sea?
An amazing feat for a slug so wee
Darkish water, stormy seas
Not a problem to be seen
The leaf sheep glow and glean
Pokey horns but they’re not mean
Wearing chlorophyll dresses in neon green
Not green with envy or jealousy
Not these hermaphrodites
Always with themselves lovey
Never a fight
Peace and love are always in sight
You will want to pet them
This most unlikely lot
But please don’t squeeze them
They will pop
They’re the size of a dot