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Not Always Blood
It was a childhood crush a long time ago; as a teenage girl you know; you just know.
I treated him as a little brother, such a little cutie, still a boy to me though.
Haven't seen him in three decades but he's like family
Whenever I think of him or his name resurfaces, a warm memory
He requested a messenger chat on social media which I happily accepted not long ago
Not an awkward moment, it was like time had stood still the conversation flow
He revealed "I had a crush on you just want you to know"
"I already knew, I thought it was sweet"
His manner took on a serious tone he said "It's been too long maybe we should meet"
My crush has never gone away, you're in my heart and on my mind
You are still sexy and oh so fine, I’m happy I connected with you face time.”
Words a woman like to hear, it really got my heart to flutter.
But common sense took over and I kept repeating “You are my brother.”
To which he responded “My sister tells me you belong to no other,
Just stop by; we can just chill, we won‘t do anything you don‘t want to.”
Jokingly, “My darling little brother am I going to have to fight you?”
“I am a child no more but a grown man and would never do you harm.
When you were my brother’s fiancée and he hit you I wanted to break his arm.
I hated him for having a good woman who he never treated well
I can’t forget and have never forgiven him for putting you through hell.”
My son stopped by to visit, walking in he hadn’t a clue
He goes to the table and hears from my laptop, “Long time no see Nephew?”
It’s been a couple of weeks, he’s invaded my dreams, I can’t get him off of my mind
On my way to visit a one time childhood crush, now a grown man and mine, all mine.
I am getting older
I am different then I used to be
I do not wear as bright of colors
and my worldview has changed
But why do people assume that I am the same as I was
back in a simpler time
That I am nieve and stupid
That I don't know anything about stress or life
I am only 18 but I can say I know a lot
I have been through a lot in my life
Depression suicidal thoughts self-harm anxiety
And that is only a bit
People expect me to be the same and get offended when they find out
that I have gotten older
Grown up and have had serious problems that can cause me stress
that can change me
I am getting older
I am not nieve I am just as much of an adult as you
I would like to see some understanding
and not just judgment
I am getting older deal with it.
My wife was on a diet. I told her that if she didn't lose 30 pounds this year: that we were through. She bought thrity pounds ofdehyrated chicken and tuna, and said Thrity pounds of weight I'll throw it in the river so it'll get losed. I stopped and looked at her. That's that idoit in her that I couldn't stand: mean and vendictive. Again I told her she had gained to much weigh to quickly and I was concerned: She said no you found some bingo-b$t#h that makes you feel some sorta ay, if I find you cheating I'll whip that B$t#hes a$$! That all to it. I woke up the next morning she was sitting in the kitchen floor with ten opened tuna cans" I said what are you doing?" She said she was reading the expiration dates and ate them up before they could expire" I refused to beleive her>
Dear Whoretense: What am I to do? Her family is from terton England she keeps saying she wants to either visit there or erberg Germany this summer. I can't take her serious with these kinda shenanigan's. I had planned going to either Kissing or Wedding Germany this summer with her but now I just don't know what to do. She told me it wasn't over til the fat woman sings: I can't get the image of her on the floor with the tuna cans outta my mind: Fear Whoretense what to do? My God what to Do?
Desperate
From OberFlute Commons
Wartberg Wangglestone
From the Book: Name Dropping and Fat Shaming
by by
Datl Chol Huba
and Yo'qlj Daq
Published by Naabul Meyvan
Dimmer Publishing Company
LemonGrass Farms Edition
Buddha's Hands and Daffodils'
Reprinted by permission of
Finger Weg Von ing Menus and Publishing
Printed Media Concepts and Designs LLC
Kelps Music is featured with Permission
from "Both Companies United INC"
New York Publishing Company
tRITON sUBMARINES AND
dECOMMISIONED sHIPS
streets
passageways
gutters
shutters
roofs
squares
polished pipes
reveal
a masquerade of smells
of rooms
that dress
&
cling to memory
silhouettes
provide a screen
for
hips&thighs
so neat&amusing
to regard
in afternoons
of silence
distress ripples
twists
to surprise
in repose:
together flowers
an explanation
of the serious
&
profound
from gloom to bliss
devout
flesh approach
with warmth..
begone
the dim
&indistinct...
enfold aloud
depart
fatigue
people indifferent
to scarifice
until tears
& night
reappears
thus commisioned
clearer meaning
once forgotten..
unspoken
a fragment
of joy
around wonder
separates
amazement
through gratitude
become
appointed
amongst the select
grief
dry as dust
leaves the complacent
living
presses the tongue
of the prim
into a spell
of ignorance..
an apt chance
tolls
& passes
by
the bitter
deride
the inborn listen
as
enlightenment
lies
unspoken
the pleasant
cornerstone
happens by
the good..
with an inheritance
To enter the room, without a knock, and getting surprised by what they find,
Or moaning there’s no food in the house; surely they’re not that blind
They leave their clothes all over the floor and refuse to clean up their room,
And then use my expensive moisturiser, stealing all of my stuff to groom.
Teens confuse You-Tube and texting for study and training thinking this will get them a job,
And then expecting money from me every day, even though they live like a slob.
Teens live happy with their own little rules, thinking the world revolves around them,
Believing songs with swearing, whining and cursing are, like, super mega awesome.
Using phrases like “I’m gonna do this or that” always ending with nothing quite happening,
They’re words, they’re nice comfortable words, but to adults they’re really quite maddening.
But then we think about the days of yore, when the world seemed so much bigger.
Teens have heaps of other things like the net, so much more for them to consider.
So the teen has a lot of things on their plate like world wars, world peace, and their mates,
Like how can they ever earn some serious money and still go out on their dates.
Forgive the teen, understand they’re naive, and they just want to make their mark.
Some manners are nice, but most’ll need help so please just light up the dark.
The entrance ramp to the interstate is closed.
No problem. It is a great day. The sun is out. I am comfortable in my air conditioned truck.
I travel to another interstate ramp. Red and blue lights again.
Another closure. No problem. But my thoughts go to drama.
A police chase? A sniper? A freeway pile up? An Amber alert?
No problem. I can get to another entrance ramp. I am surprised that it is closed,
Not expecting this three times in a row. This must be something serious.
Then I see the helicopter.
Suddenly I am glad I am not on the interstate.
In my mind’s eye convicts are running amok trying to open car doors.
Two more entrance ramps are closed, guarded by police cars.
I circle back to my starting point, exhausted now.
And more than a little bit peeved.
The time I have spent trying to get on a ramp is double the time it usually takes to return home.
I call my husband. “What is going on?”
“The President is in town,” he tells me. “Every interstate ramp from downtown to
The airport is closed, so he can get to the airport safely.” This is forty miles of interstate ramps,
How many police cars and police officers are being paid and used for this ridiculousness?
Our entire town is inconvenienced for a couple of hours, so the czar can get
To his airplane?
I did not think I could dislike the man any more than I already did.
I was wrong.
His sons used to take turns holding feasts in their homes…when a period of feasting had run its course, Job would send and have them purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.”
Job 1:5 NIV
ON THE CUSP OF JOB
On the cusp of Job,
we find his sons
and daughters
feasting apart,
their hearts failing
their father and God.
On the cusp of Job’s
disasters, he purifies
and teaches.
He loves his kin
ever so much.
On the cusp of life’s
divide, Job’s priestly
responsibilities. Serious
as mannah delivered
every morning
to the hungry crowd.
On the cusp of pain
and sorrow, too great
for one man to take -
yet down the line
we find Jesus’ sacrifice.
On the cusp of this generation,
do we nudge our children
toward salvation or perdition?
Do we teach them to have
a lively faith?
7/6/2022
Final verse inspired by words from Ellicott’s Commentary
Britishness was fairness
Not bothered about race
Jokes that didn’t careless
taken with good grace
We didn’t take it serious
religion got a drilling
there were no inferiors
when there was derision
everything was personal
no grouping in together
words were never worst of all
a bantering endeavour
people got all sensitive
they were not integrated
it would have prevented it
now all we hear is hatred
accusations and censorship
from humour and free will
well I say you should get a grip
we don’t care how you feel
Imported with these people
a way that is not ours
deport yourself it’s simple
if words are giving scars
we don’t need to make the great
let’s make Great Britain British
it takes care to discriminate
you’re the victim of your image
Damn solar flares made me freak out
Swallowed my gum and made me choke
Up the proverbial creek without a paddle
Think I soiled my jockeys, no joke
Envisioned I was going to lose all my data
Doomsday was hanging over my head
My sweetie hid the crow bars and hammers
Feared I'd bash my head until dead
Turned out to be not quite that serious
Lost the Internet for just a couple of hours
Happened when I was having some fun
Curled up in the corner and cowered
But I'm okay now, thank you for asking
Though I'll probably never be quite the same
Now I back up every twenty-three seconds
Modern technology's a scary game
©Jack Ellison 2012
Think twice first
Before you buy something;
Do you really need it?
Or would you only like it having?
Never must one be envious,
Competing against another;
Budget hard-earned income,
To grow, thrive and prosper.
Never become shopaholic,
Be a wise spender instead;
Having no ways and means,
Control what's in your head.
There is no easy money,
Never become luxurious;
Gold rings and bracelets
Pile up loans so serious.
Learn to be content,
Long not for too much riches;
Look for enough assets
To have no liabilities.
Make the right decisions,
Instead of the wrong turn;
Save cents for the future,
Live less than you earn.