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BEAUTIFUL BEACHES, A Letter to Daniel
By Curtis Johnson
Hi Daniel,
There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, when the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes
It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming. Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings
Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright. For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific. Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.
One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach. The waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough. I thought wrong. We had not been on the rocks 5 minutes before the waters came splashing against the rocks that we were walking on. I held the kids and protected them from the big splash. I got pretty wet, but no harm was done, and the lesson was well received.
The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters. My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top. When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.
Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you. If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach, I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.
So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground. Love you. Curtis09262013
Raisin just stared at the chaos ahead
A kitten, confused as she sat there in dread
The world has gone mad, all the people have flipped
She glared at a window where blood and gore dripped
Folk wearing specs that have eyeballs on springs
Rubber bats hanging on elastic strings
Teeth that are pointed that vampires call fangs
A sycamore tree where a skeleton hangs
Raisin leapt back as a gremlin passed by
His mother ignoring the stake in her eye
Even our kitten was quite unconvinced
When someone approached with a brain that was minced
Green painted people with bolts through their necks
“Give us a treat or you’ll suffer a hex.”
Bedsheets with lights in and black holes for eyes
Sound effects belting out groans, sighs and cries
Raisin considered how humans survived
When all of this subterfuge is so contrived
Only a dog who might fall for it all
Might sit there and wait for his master to call
Pumpkins on doorsteps with faces carved in
A Skeleton’s arm hanging out of a bin
One man is walking though he should be dead
Because of the arrow stuck right through his head
Raisin rushed in through the cat flap and panted
“The humans have all gone bananas,” she ranted.
“The dominant species on Earth - it is said
Is out there pretending that they are all dead.”
Rum said, “Don’t panic, there’s nothing to fear,
Today is precisely two months till new year.
If Ronald Rat hadn’t said what that might mean
I wouldn’t have known that tonight’s Halloween.”
Raisin eyed Rum with suspicion and said,
“This three months of craziness fills me with dread,
For any time now, once again they will try
To send cardboard rockets up into the sky.
They’ll get tiny bombs and they’ll set them alight
And watch them explode in the chill of the night
It all says to me that they’re all round-the-bend.”
Then Rum said, “That’s not where the ‘crazy’ will end,
“For soon they’ll be wearing white beards and red suits
And walking on rooftops in black welly boots
But they won’t use ladders as you might suppose
But chimneys and reindeer and one big red nose.”
The door opened wide and their human stood there
Holding a fake severed head by its hair
And Rum rolled his eyes as he said with a laugh,
“Which is why dogs have owners, but we cats have staff.”
The time has come to inform my boy
and pass along the flame.
The secret of a mystery solved
on how to get a dame.
'Your looks are key as they set the tone
if you intend to flirt.
Chicks will sigh and their knees grow weak
when in your muscle shirt.
Inhibitions gone, they may faint
when showing off your guns.
Give them room as they may fall
when flexing both your buns.
There are many ways to achieve the goal
and meet the fairer sex.
One sure way that never fails...
is to talk about you Ex.
Go on and on how you love her still
and extol your broken heart.
Of good times past, of great things done,
she was a work of art.
Peak her interest and speak of the virtue
of the life you led.
But most of all... her interests lie
in how she was in bed.
Another way is to take her places
you've never been before.
Like galleries, the opera
and the dentist you abhor.
You could try cooking if money's tight
when strapped by alimony.
What woman living? Would not be pleased
with a cold plate of beefaroni.
Still not enough and she's unconvinced
that you might be the guy.
When she turns to flee, the stage is set
and the time has come to lie.
You tell her now of things you've done
as an Alpha Male.
Of flying jets and curing cancer
but not your time in jail.
If you're shy, just hide that fact
and avoid acting too polite.
Just drink too much as most chicks dig
a drunk man in a fight.
She will start to swoon as her eyes grow big,
it's time you played your hand.
The simple fact remains... you forgot to say
that you're a singer in a band.
These are time honored ways by men
who know... of things a little shady.
But the results have merit and your chances good
of picking up a lady.'
My boy takes a pause as he begins to say,
'I think you should atone.
This may explain why to this day,
you're still living all alone.'
The End
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It all started on a sunny afternoon
while precious’s mother was taking a shower
she left little Precious(her baby girl) on the couch
unknowing to her
little Precious, the good manoeuverer
had crawled out of her room
to the living room
and was heading straight for the swimming pool
There came Jolly (her little dog)
her good buddy
her trusted soldier
and little friend
as he wagged his tail in a hot pursuit running to save little Precious
from her eager self
Horizontally and vertically blocking
and hindering little Precious
as she headed for the danger zone
little Jolly barked out loudly-severely
looking very worried
as he moved around sideways and in circles
delaying, obstructing -preventing little Precious
who was innocently persistent on a mission to the swimming pool
He ran quickly into the house "to raise an alarm"-to deliver the news
barking persistently in front of her room
unconvinced that she got his attention
he hastily manipulated his way using his teeth to unlock his way through
as he swung his neck in a hurry
he ran inside as quickly as possible
not losing sight of little Precious's movements
(he ran back and forth, between precious mother's room and the swimming pool)
he barked loudly as he stood in front of her bathroom door and also denied little Precious
access into the swimming pool
scratching his claws against her bathroom door
desperately trying to get her attention at all cost
The bathroom door was unlocked as Precious’s mother‘s suspicion reached its peak
Jolly quickly bit her by the towel and dragged her to the scene(Unknowing to the mother
she struggled with little Jolly to let go of her towel)
little Jolly ran as fast as he could to make the final block
as little Precious was about making her last move into the pool
She rushed to deliver a warm tight hug to both little Precious and little Jolly as she
carried both of them in her arms
she danced around with mixed feelings in appreciation of little Jolly's efforts
as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.
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At the end of the elated visit
Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal
I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit
As excited to enjoy the environment, withal
It was the inside on the right, near the main entrance
Just before the famous ‘visitors bench’
from where visitors pose, with faces full of romance
As a monumental memory, though the fire won’t quench
I was seated at a comfortable distance
To watch this mankind’s magnificent marble marvel
My mind churned the charm, inch by inch
With visitors from the entire globe, lining after a long travel
Of all colors, gathering was the crowd of tourist
With dressing styles that were, to this land, new
My emotions of excitement, I could not resist
Their expression of ecstatic too, none knew
Flocking was also the beeline of photographers
With the face of everyone, full of excitement
Earnestly everyone was immersed, as none bothers
None can forget in life, this joyful moment
Distracted my ‘dream-like-reality’ was an eagle
He was flying low, short rounds over the main dome
Over his unusual behavior, into me, I did giggle
He returned after two short rounds, as it was awesome
He now flied directly to the Finial – Islamic moon symbol atop
He sat over the Finial, as if he came to chat with me
A new relationship between us began to develop
I enormously enjoyed this ecstatic and wondered to watch the game
Joy or grief never lasts for longer
As he could not sit there comfortably
As the edges seems sharper and stronger
My friend was forced to fly away, inevitably
This play of this eagle, perhaps I only noticed
Perhaps only towards me, He sat to chat
Taj as universal ‘symbol of love’ is highly placed
The joy of watching the eagle too, a tantalizing treat!
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It was late afternoon and my thoughts were arid
when it struck me that I needed a new vehicle
to drive my thoughts far enough, fast enough
to the eyes and ears unknowingly awaiting them.
A meticulous consumer, I did my homework,
took my time, snapping reverse angle pictures
of me behind each and every wheel, feeling
the newness with each nostril and furrowed brow.
I tried out a traditional, up market Sonnet first
and – despite how many virginities had been
lost in its back seat – it still felt more like
my father’s than my own.
The Ode was no better, enveloping the driver in
thick clouds of vaulted purpose,
only came with AM radio and was impossible
to get parts and accessories for.
The 180° rotating side mirrors on the Sestina
were eye catching but seemed distracting
to the driver on today’s winding roads
and tempted oncoming traffic to admire itself.
And while the Dylan Thomas signature model Villanelle
looked like a joy to play with, I honestly didn’t know
what I’d do with it, was aghast by how much it consumed
and feared for its resale value.
Towards the back of the lot was an endless sea
of Haiku – three stroke wonders - which seemed cramped
and even the full-sized Tanka left me unconvinced
about how much leg room there really was.
With a blood orange evening tumbling ripe towards the Earth,
I bent to tie my shoes, scurried through a ditch
to Green Street and let the incandescent night fade in to
guide me, illuminating most of the street signs and
cheap hotels between "here" and wherever "there" was,
noting with interest one clap board place where “No”
was blacked out on its sign vacancy sign, its steps crooked
with time, a saxophone sighing through its open door.
Some people say that they will not believe unless they see God’s face.
Some people say that if God is real, he’s not involved in this human race.
Some people say that if God exists, why does he allow destruction and waste?
Some day I will see God’s face, but for now in this finite shell, I rather not.
Some remain unconvinced, but without God, we would have perished by now.
Some maintain a lack of faith; I maintain that God’s love for them is no less.
Though I have not seen God, yet in another way, I did see him up close, just the other day.
There is a Christian lady whose home I was in, and I noticed certain things she had on display.
First, I must add that her house is well organized, well kept, and so filled with peace, I must say.
There were beautiful and meaningful pictures on her wall.
There were three of them staring at me as I walked along the hall.
Their message to me was clear, and if one listens, it’ll speak to all.
I saw a picture of water and hills and clouds, so much a part of God’s creation.
There was a picture in golden tones with the words, “ The Light Of The World”. And I saw a picture of creation, The Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo.
No, I did not see God face to face; and what I saw on the wall will always leave a trace, because in the heart of that Christian lady, I saw God’s grace.
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An old sweetheart of mine never believed
in daytime dreams, because they shattered
quickly and shaking her unconvinced head
silly words came out of her mouth admitting,
" Aren't fantasies unrealistic dreams...
when they appear more tempting
then a cake with irresistible frosting?
And while she cut it with careful fingers,
" The outside tasted very sweet,
but the inside looked kind of hard;
its whipped cream was soft and white,
its filling was solid and not much inviting! "
It's worse than a thriller too unconvincing and trite,
although to the novice novelist the tragic plot
appeared to be real with the small-minded bigot.
Comparing fantasies to a decorated cake
is a huge and unforgivable mistake,
the ingredients look fine and exquisite;
but who garnishes it may lack artistry
and gastronomic skills to create an extraordinary
delight not applauded by someone who's inquisitive
about what went into it before baking it,
and laying it down on the table it looks perfect.
Are we still pursuing hallucinating fantasies
that weave themselves into allusive dreams
that make others notice how disappointing
they are having put all our trust in them?
Is this an end to dreaming coming to grips
with a stark and naked reality never being
challenged by a mindless dreamer who causes an ahem
not realizing that he's in a dire state of optical illusions...
instead of being persuaded that nobody ever wins.
Could be you got
So much attention
Cause you proved
Someone wrong
Walk me through
Your studied result,
It's big picture,
It's randomized study.
It has suckered us
Into this hour's
Outrage-o-meter
With no positive in sight.
Only a dark night
Never ending
Grabbing at ammunition
For death ahead.
The trial unfolding
Before you.
Could be I got
Too much attention
And you figured
Me out.
Take back your inquiry
Add to it hindsight
Rewind on a meridian
Apply your mind to it.
Embrace the equation
The excellent math
Not the easy meth
We're too good for this.
I'm unconvinced.
No more reviews
Or bad grammar,
Past tense positives.
Could be we both
Got it wrong
.
At no time sincere.
Sun has risen
Reason into it
Where you're headed.
Spot storms
In the late
Summer of our lives
Plan a vacation.
A visit to Ancientness
Sunshine to rain
Dark guidance
From a mondegreen.
The suited result calculated
Understood, copied and posted.
Your memories, a perpetual stream of visitors.
Memories bursting with daring adventures.
Conquering the Kilimanjaro with an intimate artistic alliance.
Madness in the sky, a utter nutty experience of you flying a plane over the shore of Indian ocean,
extreme manoeuvres, you called it 'Top Gun Style'
with that, I said “shoot me down, I'm already dead”.
Traversing across a deserted island, detached from the world.
Stranded in the vast plains of Serengeti with a broken car and the unseen wild animals.
A taste of mystical wilderness of Africa, an insight to fragile life in a dangerous zone.
You drinking my share of Masai's ritual cattle blood drink,
vegetarianism was my lame excuse,
but you remained unconvinced
Exploring a volcanic mountain, never again toxic fumes fill my lungs.
Creation of life through our spiritual consortium,
where two lives emerged from me, carrying parts of you.
Climbing mountains with our offsprings with all the craziness of crying and yelling.
These eternal moments, I re-live on a quotidian in the sweet realm of my memories.
My soul honours our timeless connection, yet a temporary union of our presence.
Today in my heart, I carry your bestowed legacy of thrill seeking, adventurous, exciting, epic 'live in the moment.
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