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True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War One
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns
Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs
Killed in the war he received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
In spite of his unsavoury and unruly past
Made amends for his past so unsavoury
When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a burglar known to police
After death got the recognition he was due
My official name is Charles Byard Ellison
Glimmer is her body of a water
Deep crystal clear surrounded by
overgrown trees and wild flowers
Situated between two villages
also known as the lovers pond
Where every young lovers met and
had their first kiss
Her pure sweetness flows to the edges
where little CherryAnn would love to bend
and dip her little fingers to taste its sweet freshness
She would dip her little feet and feel its
coolness inviting her deeper
She knew she was not allowed to go
in any further like the older kids do
- but she didn't know why
She would love to mimic the older kids
splashing and laughing in the center of the pond
She can only play by the edges and giggle
from there
While mommy's eyes dwell on her
She would run back yelling
-Mommy mommy I dwunk the watta
-Mommy mi feet wet
Mommy's face would light up, her heart
expand with sweet love for her little baby girl
But one afternoon after mommy was
done with her house chores and went
to wake little CherryAnn from her nap
only to find an empty room
Mommy softly calling "my sweet pea"
where are you
Mommy was calling four to five times
and still no giggling from her little CherryAnn
Alarm sound went off in mommy's heart
Mommy running around the house
the back yard and the neighbors
Yelling where is my little baby CherryAnn
All the other kids were in school
So she had no one to play with
But... Her favorite Drink...The body
of a water that's hidden by over grown
trees and wild flowers she had her own playmate
- but mommy wasn't with her
Mommy was running as fast as her feet can carry her
But mommy couldn't run faster
But mommy was too late
There in the center of her pond
floating facedown mommy's little baby girl
Lifting her out
Shaking her
Pumping her chest
Blowing air into her mouth
Calling her name
———— nothing
Little baby CherryAnn breathless
Mommy's heart stopped
Mommy's world is never the same anymore... The pond is now covered with dirt.
Akkina R Downing
12-13-16
This is a true story about my sister and her little baby girl CherryAnn Who was taken away at only 4years old and sweetest angel
Here's a bit of trivia from World War Two I'll bet you didn't know,
Concerning the war-time Prime Minister of Japan, Hideki Tojo of Tokyo.
After the war hapless Hideki was jailed in Tokyo's Sugamo Prison,
Where he was given a new set of dentures 'cause he was losing his'n.
A waggish American dentist, determined to make a lasting 'impression',
Etched on Tojo's choppers in Morse Code this immortal expression:
'REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR" - 'Twas America's stirring battle cry!
He eternally gnashes his teeth in perdition after he was hanged to die!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
True Story!!!
‘It’ is something many computer salesman don’t know exists
but our laptops wouldn’t be secure without 'it'.
‘It’ is a tiny component, vital for the stability of our computers
Without ‘it’ they would wobble about.
I learned about ‘it’ from our friend Malc
I was thinking of getting a new laptop
He advised me to ask the salesman if it had LRF
Malc is very knowledgeable, so I asked the salesman
Does it have LRF? My friend Malc says it must have 'it'
The salesman scratched his chin and looked puzzled
LRF – I’ve never heard of ‘it’, are you sure ‘it’ is vital
I persisted and said Malc had insisted my laptop MUST have ‘it’
I said I couldn’t buy the computer if it didn’t have LRF
and could he find out for me…
The salesman found his boss and he hadn’t heard of ‘it’ either
So I rang Malc’s mobile
Said I had a problem as the salesman couldn’t confirm the laptop had ‘it’
Malc said he’d come to the store to check
He arrived…
Turned the laptop over and peered at the base…
Yes this one is fine; I see it has LRF
The salesman looked perplexed,
explaining he’d worked in computers for years and had never heard of ‘it’
Please tell me, what ‘it’ is, he asked
Malc grinned and looked him straight in the eye
‘Little Rubber Feet’, he said … ‘it’ is a vital component!
Now, hands up….
How many of you have just felt the corner of your laptop to see if yours has ‘it’!
IT Poetry contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
11-25-17
Fiction write but based on a true story. Our friend Malc worked in IT and got fed up of salesman bombarding people with ‘technospeak’ especially three letter abbreviations so LRF was his little joke at getting back at them.
Performing at a karaoke place,
he strode to the stage, such a mammal; oh!
That song he sang! Its words I can't erase:
" I want to f*ck you like an animal."
A pervert he and everything that's base,
yet strangely, I was feeling flammable.
He ambled off onto his girlfriend's arms.
I wondered her impression of his charms.
Then later at a concert i would spy
right smack in front of me and my own mate,
the buck against his girlfriend was that guy
behind her pressed.I watched them undulate,
like having sex, but dressed, and they can't wait!
A yearning suddenly came over me.
That night a strange boy was my fantasy.
(Stanza one is Ottava Rima while Stanza 2 is Rhyme Royal.)
True story from one of the few times I attended a long-ago motorcycle rally with hubbie. Posted 4/6/17 John Lawless' GO AHEAD....I DARE YA!!!Contest
The Wonder Mobile broke today
Of course it would happen
Why wouldn’t it
4 cylinders running on 3
Getting out to push probably much faster
Poor little Corolla
It had a hard life.
Neglected some love’n
It pees all over, grumbles when it starts
Brakes kind of funny, but the horn is loud
Might not stop on a dime
But you will hear me coming
Washed twice in 11 years
Driven around the block to go next door
Years of waking up in wonder
Will my car start today?
Am I catching the bus today?
It all caught up to me today
Maybe I will drive to the Ferrari lot
Trade it in, what can I get
Maybe I will humble myself
Fix the Wonder Mobile
Give it some love’n
And wash it a third time
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True story, my car really did break today.
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It was 1971, and I wore fish net stockings at the end of the school year
I had no garter belt so I used knots but they soon fell to my ankles, Oh Dear !
December 1, 2021
ps, This is a true story. My Aunt Annetta worked in a hosiery factory
she brought me some bright pink fish net socks and told me to wait
until mom bought me a garter belt. I was so eager to wear them
I did what all the grown women do, put knots in them. But as I
walked into the gymnasium, the stockings fell to my ankles.
I never forgot the embarrassing moment. Although
it seems quite funny today, it was quite a disaster back then.
The Kitchen Fitter
As the wire set alight I cursed his low born name
Then he hit me with a bill and I said you go to hell.
To court he did take me, to pay he was going to make me.
The first appearance was a joke, the judge in squash shorts and a coat
He wanted time to read the papers thoroughly through and through
The kitchen fitter looked smug, but I said just watch your mug
He said, you will have to pay and I told him, no, no way
I said if you do proceed you will greatly regret this deed
The fitter laughed as he told me that he could have bought and sold me
But in court I was to have the last laugh on him.
I stood there and defended my reason not to pay
The judge looked bored to him this was just another day
I said that it’s a crime and for it the fitter should do time
And a counter case I proceeded to relay
Just ask the low born fitter what bad parts he used that day
I began.
It is a criminal offence to take to court on some pretence
When you know that you don’t really have a claim
So I turned the tables on him, and the judge demanded to know
Hey you kitchen fitter, just what do you think is your game?
I proclaimed that he used faulty parts and that he knew it
And as the fire started their defence was gone because the fuses blew it
The judge decreed that I must succeed and he did proceed
To throw out the spurious claim for pay
I then related quietly that he had kept me up nightly
wondering how to put right the dubious work he did on that day.
The judge looked at me and he said oh I can guarantee
That the kitchen fitter will now be the one to pay
There will be compensation and I make a declaration
That if he comes before me in any shape or form again
Not only will he pay but he’ll come to rue the day
That he ever set foot in this court and your name tried to defame.
© 17/04 2013-04-17 Dragon, One Fitter Nil.
Contest entry: The Dragon Slayer Contest. True Story
Cube Girl
(Based on the same titled short story by me. It is not a true story so don’t be alarmed.)
I’m 19 and a woman in space
Meandering out for centuries
I fear there’s no way back
For sure I didn't get here alone
Most view me as a girl. They do not matter.
They have long since vanished in the winds of time
And with them all their kind
Folding them neatly into the fabric of existence
And kissing them good-bye
My sojourn out here eclipsed all other matters
Disconcerting things I can’t explain
Like being imprisoned as a cold dark cube
Is what I became, Is what I am
Who gets themselves in such a state?
This prevailing condition of not being myself
Preoccupies the immediacy of the moment
I must have fallen to sleep to turn into such a thing
My Breasts are hard. My nipples are soft but sore
But everything about me and within me is metallic
I have no interest in men or women or so I thought
My lower extremities are in a fever
In a liquefied state forever.
I must be coming down with something.
There is no training for such girl things out here I think
If there is anything to be done
It should be to keep myself occupied and quiet
No need to panic in deep space when in a cube state
Or is it cube shape?
Activities, hobbies, come to mind, to keep me sane.
Feelings keep me on edge out in the ends of space
Once there was a computer that made me feel at ease
It kept me balanced, at peace, like family
But then, there is no proof
I must have dreamed up humanity and machines
Perhaps I've always been a product of the stars
They gave me birth
I am their only child
Cosmic bodies rolling on the void
Not of this or any other world
I am cube girl
My wife was in the hospital with a condition rather severe,
Her mother came to care for our son so I could visit her there.
After several days and a few long nights I suddenly needed a break
And headed home late one night for a dip in the hot tub to take.
We live in the Pacific Northwest so you know it was rainy and wet,
But with the hot tub being outside it hasn’t stopped me yet.
I didn’t want the towel to get soaked so I hung it over the chair,
And tiptoed across the deck completely and utterly bare.
Now, our back door locks with a bolt or by the handle on the door;
My wife and I only use the bolt and never used the handle before.
I forgot there was a stranger in the house who didn’t know our usual ways,
So I guess telling you I was locked outside is something I don't need to say.
The guest room is in front and she didn’t hear me from the back;
Around the house I had to trek so on her window I could tap.
Our backyard is very private so skinny dipping is our usual norm
The front of the house, not so much, a bathrobe I wished I had worn.
My mother-in-law got quite the sight when she opened the door
I don’t think we have to worry about her visiting us any more
My wife is now fine and back at home recovering oh so well
And about three thousand times a day this story she likes to tell.
True story that just happened about 2 months ago.