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My job was to set up ten mentors for my children at my school. I set up sixteen.
The training was after school yesterday and thirteen showed up. One was excused, one
could not stay because she had a lung appointment, and one said they would take training another time.
Too bad they missed it, as they missed a smorgasboard of terrific delicious hot food.
The food was a complete surprise, we made short work of that three hundred dollars’ worth of food, believe me. Teachers can eat, especially the two who forgot their lunch and were starving.
This food was sent from downtown.
An unexpected surprise.
A bonus to volunteering.
The big wigs paid for it.
Makes sense since they ordered it.
I am so glad now I did not arrange for a pizza delivery, which I had been thinking about.
When the vast quantities of deli food arrived I was in a classroom teaching.
The school secretary called the room to ask if she should put it in the teacher’s lunchroom.
No, I yelled. It would be gone before the meeting.
Anything in the teachers’ lounge is known as fodder for any scavenger who comes along.
And believe me, word of food spreads rather quickly considering teaching is a loner’s sport.
The school secretary asked where she could put it.
In my office?
Sure I said, well aware
That the door was unfortunately unlocked.
Half of the food is in the teacher’s refrigerator today.
It will probably feed fifty.
I sent out a memo.
Saying it is up for grabs.
The old timers complain nowadays,
about how modern technology.
Is stealing away all their secrets and,
selling everyone's privacy.
Information is left up for grabs,
exposed for all of the world to see.
By touching a finger to a glass,
while they are hiding behind the scenes.
As my mother would always tell us,
“You do not air your dirty laundry.
But back in the day, if I farted,
she would know about it before me.
But I never could quite understand,
how anything could possibly be.
Less private than hanging my holey,
underwear outside for all to see.
If you're thinking that your 5G phone,
might be the fastest thing in the land.
Then you have never met my mother,
with a rotary phone in her hand.
I, (and the missus)
pleased as punch residing
at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
(since july first tooth house
sand eighteen), marks one year
and better with (on site
service) wash and wear,
but most irrefutable attraction
comprises rental assistance,
when upon the merry month of May
first, the dollar figure outlay
to occupy a single bedroom
(at this low cost
housing facility) didst veer
dramatically downward
from an initial charge,
sans five hundred, and seventy two unswear
able legal tenderloin monies,
per twelfth of Gregorian Calendar,
when aye didst tear
away the page signaling June,
thine checking account reduced sheer
lee no misprint (to win unbelievably
rosy, piddly, and giddy)
one hundred and seventy
seven buck a roos,
yet lesser benefits appended, asper
this bucolic, diatonic,
and harmonic rear
opportunity to espy
white tailed non *****
yule less doe ting mama
belonging to Cervidae family app pear
ring to take shelter in a narrow
(sunset) strip somewhat near
enough from mine
inside perch oblivious
to this mad capped (Alfred E. Neuman),
who whiz stumping for elections midyear
essentially to reinstate
"FAKE" King Crimson Lear
on the throne,
who strongly objects to killdeer
for eats or sport,
and silences those hood jeer
his reverence toward gentle creatures
including near extinct albino blushing zebra,
hooves warp and weave interlinear
within said (postage size
token) plot here ~ 1+ hectare
secluded upon a tract
off the beaten commercial
domain and glare
with suburban sprawl,
a hop, skip and jump fair
lee quickly disappearing
"in the name of progress"
though vanishing wild
life eyes find endear
ring, though thine psyche
wracked with despair
no matter ample (spacious
free) parking, a clear
bonus as well un
limited water usage
and to top off the list donated
up for grabs non-sellable (stales) breads,
cakes, fruits, vegetables
about twice a week doth appear.
I'm making time for sweet,
while kissing courages lips.
Yearning for a dose of remedy,
in my reality.
He relieves my tension,
from my head to my feet.
"I'm in heat for his treats,
all I can eat".
He is not up for grabs,
he is mines to keep.
"When I look into his eyes,
my soul he greets".
A love that's eternal,
nothing about it's discreet.
"He is my lover, my friend,
in and out of the sheets"!
My husband soothes my pain,
so nice and sO neat.
"He is my JackPot, chi-ching,
can't be beat".
In Heaven, after life,
again we shall meet.
"For My Husband"
Written By:"Reality"
Tanica Nicole Thompson
Democrats
Republicans
All sycophants on ritalin
I’m tired of this rhetoric
I’m sick of it (IM SICK OF IT)
We have a million choices
But you all stick with two
Picking all the pedophiles
Wearing red or blue
Free will is dead and I don’t care
Let it burn, let it burn
But you all wouldn’t dare
A brand new start is needed
Cuz y’all are too conceited
We have a million choices
But you all stick with two
Picking all the pedophiles
Wearing red or blue
Anarchy? Necessity
Picking off the scabs
Leave the land in ashes
Leave it up for grabs
We have a million choices
But you all stick with two
Picking all the pedophiles
Wearing red or blue
(aka… A Note To A Cheat)
The birds and the bees are down on their knees
The bunnies and kittens are riddled with fleas
The chocolates are melted the flowers are dead
And Cupid’s gold arrow turned out to be lead
Although you once rendered me all of a flutter
You’ve skewered my soul like a hot knife through butter
So, where do you go to get cozy and tender
While I lay alone with my heart in a blender
I long since discarded my rose-tinted specs
So don’t tell me that it’s not love, only sex
Did we not each promise till death us do part
Is that why you hammered a stake through my heart
Well, not anymore: keep your hearts and your flowers
I’ll fret nevermore when you’re missing for hours
To love and to cherish, remember that lie?
Be sure to remember this truth, “Goodbye.”
*
P.S… I’m reclaiming my pride that you took
For you never took… my little black book
________________
[Sorry ladies, I’m not up for grabs… this is all make believe]
30 October 2022
Contest: Tell It Like It Is
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
A friend to a friend, she has made my bed unkempt
up for grabs, the lady lays, halleluyah to alcohol for this prey
she faces the heavens, a highly appealing sexual offering
every of her, is in display and begs to be measured
the spread of both pairs of limbs makes it strictly an invitation
and bare thighs stimulating his skin to produce its own vaseline
walking into this presentable scene, his strength goes bald
this ticket for a night banquet is stained with blood
massive salivation, part of the incredible celebration
and the boy behind the zip stretches to have a good look
his weak link with her can be jeopardized
two minutes of corruption, the brain becomes an organ of dirt
the heart is bigger, to see this calamity
not a time to be stupid, he covers her with the nearest blanket.
Published: 05/17/2020
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.
The babies of the fall
The fairest of them all
They live to weigh the scales
‘Cause “Justice will prevail”
They’re social butterflies
Personalities full of charm
Their smiles, you’ll memorize
“They’re sweet so what’s the harm?”
They love beautiful things
They’re into casual flings
But these ones tend to cling
Like an angel to its wings
These lovers are the sweetest
They’ll take your heart to Venus
They can also be the meanest
‘Cause kindness ain’t their weakness
With their lie detecting skills
You’ll be running for the hills
But they’ll treat you like royalty
If they know you’ve got loyalty
They’ve got the gift of gab
Their heart is up for grabs
They’re romantic to the core
They’ll leave you wanting more
as i go through this life staying focused on my goals
hoping that i don't lose sight and keep an eye on my soul
may i never sell it,or put it up for grabs
just to get fame and fortune which really don't last
how can one measure happiness? i really don't know
if you have no direction which way can u go?
life can be tricky it often throws curves
sometimes it's with actions sometimes it's with words
i observe daily what goes on in this life
though everyday i struggle,just trying to get it right
what more can i say is the question i ask
as long as lessons are learned from things of the past