Text MessagingYesterday our granddaughter Emily spent the day with us. Lots of fun! By the time she left, I found that she had managed to clog the toilet. I fished out a ton of baby wipes, but the damage was done, and the "Plumber's Friend" would not loose the cloggage.Text Messaging6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This morning, after I had arrived at work, the following exchange of text messages with my wife, Bee, ensued.
From Bee, 8:27 AM:
think I need to call a plumber?
To Bee, 8:42 AM
Go get a toilet auger from Home Depot and I should be able to deal with it
To Bee, 8:44 AM
Or call a plumber if you don't want to wait on me to get home
From Bee, 9:34 AM
no I will wait 4 you
From Bee, 12:07 PM
on my way to get auger - love u
From Bee, 1:50 PM
it worked - plastic cup came out with wipes
To Bee, 1:56 PM
Wow. I knew you wold take care of that once you had the proper tool
From Bee, 2:03 PM
LOL Thanks for having faith in me and the shiter
To Bee, 2:04 PM
No problem. And there are two t's in shitter
From Bee, 2:14 PM
And how many f's in
GoldenBreathe in the nights hushGolden6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and expel the sigh of dawn
the tree boughs sway
a lazy greeting
to a new day
spurn the langour
from limb and leaf
the nights taming
where planets frollicked
among stars in liquid indigo
while the moon fluidly
called a tune of sleepy secrets
Now another herald
a new song bursts
bright and warm
banishing the shadows
with a heated kiss
and a shining embrace
by the singular promise
of the glorious
Tainted BloodA Child Hides Inside -Lost DestroyedTainted Blood7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A closed, empty shell is all she can be,
For one who is young to know of such pain,
Is a despicable, malevolent travesty.
Arranged; Deranged On Near Ugly Terms
Hold fast to your money, damage my life,
Make off with my love now, snuff out the light,
Rid me of pleasure, and innocences sight.
Aye- Blast Others Away To tighten the bonds,
She will not escape them, I always control,
Who could have loved you, you are but a snake,
A loathsome pathetic, weak little troll.
They are the same blood, but thats all there is,
Blood that both despise that they share,
For one wants control, the other some joy,
Someone to hold her and show that they care.
WanderlustWanderlust7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want us to ride a tiger,
fur sleek with sandalwood,
out through the bamboo forests
under paper lanterns
and firecrackers that snap the night.
We will ride him bareback
through market stalls of blue tile,
on magic carpets of indigo
and let hennaed fingers
run through our hair
and taste saffron on the summer breeze
that blooms like red orchids.
We will hunt for jade eggs and silver combs
along the silk road
and let our feet find their way to Kathmandu
where we can hear the shimmer of brass bells
and feel the shiver of glass beads
sparkling the dark and our skin,
exploding the night in warm honey.
I want us to steer a sloop
sails unfurled like music
into the green flash of Islamorada
and search for flying fish
among the coral fans and spiny urchins.
We will sleep upon warm sand
through the deep velvet of night
under Casuarina trees
and let steel drum music
lull us to sleep
and taste the rich fire of cane rum
that comes in tin cups.
We will get our cards read and fortunes told
under a pa
InescapableI grieve for youInescapable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your jaundiced eyes
and winter edged heart
that you perceive the world
is as cold
as your soul
or as empty
as your conscience
the milk of human kindness
curdles on your lips
preferring bitter bile
as your cup of tea
a justifiable reward
a frozen satisfaction
Beware the grim honor
what is sown
to your fate
elegiac elixirelegiac elixir6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is the wind in your mind
as you drip
on the polished oak floor?
But when was it enough
the congealed mush
within bruise-weakened bones?
Was summer too damp
it affected the sap
of soul-weighted crisp
hungry heart pith?
My glance, I fear, is
no longer essential
to your gelatinous
fat oily membranes?
Naught but a bright cortex
of tanzanite needles.
Barren/void of certain existence.
Sea WitchSea Witch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was born one warm late summer night
under a silver netted caul
deep in the ocean's lamprey light
where they say the angels fall
Starfish taught her spells of water
the deepest magic of the waves
and christened her the ocean's daughter,
divined her in its mystic ways
She grew from maid to sorceress,
a silken figure, lithe and long
her face, a mermaid's darkest kiss
her body like a siren's song
And dressed in robes of filigree,
bright coral fans of saffron hue
pale misted veils of ocean spray
and oyster shells of darkest blue
The scattered stones across the sand
she learned to read like ancient runes
and storms were raised at her command
to rage beneath a wanton moon
And sailors found themselves ensnared
in spun glass eyes of polished grey
and nettles spangled in her hair -
those whispered ghosts of deadly prey
She haunted rocks and sandy shoals,
with conjured winds she filled the sails
and bartered jewels for pirates' souls
and knew that dead men tell no tales
Stars strayed off cour
LonelyHe knew all the colors of lonelyLonely6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and its complex sound -
rain that nobody wanted
collecting in rusted buckets
and the desperate creak of stairs
moaning softly under slippers;
the half cast light
that cried under the door
and stretched its cat bones to breaking
and the blue phone
that never stopped ringing
like his aunt's tired voice;
lilacs bursting through the porch
in a litany of hope
and grey fingers
taut and wiry
running the length of curtains
as if looking for time
to bow and hang its head.
And he felt them close
over his shoulders
crooked and angry
like storms at sea
or half-bred prayers,
and let them kiss his hard cheeks
where his tears collected
and tired starlings,
and things that no one
would ever mention
Autumn WishShe built a house of willow woodAutumn Wish6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the hushed October sky
and scattered moonstones
in the reeds along the river banks
and prayed for Autumn's sighs,
to shake the west wind from her bones.
She still yearns for summer's brilliance
caught between the ocean's rocky shoals,
and gathers seashells
from the sand among the seaweed bed,
and prays for Autumn's soul
to haunt where once her bare feet tread.
Broken WingsI look up at the sky;Broken Wings9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are clouds of gray
and no sunshine.
Why do people say
it's a beautiful day when
there's nothing beautiful
I see birds and angels
soaring in the air.
I flap my wings so hard
that the feathers fall out.
I know i shouldn't do that,
but what's the point of
stopping when I'm used to it.
After all, an angel's wings
are full of purity when
But my wings aren't white
They've been tainted by the
They give off a stench which
makes other angels and souls
stay a distance from me.
I know why they are stained
and tainted with the color red.
I've got wings of blood.
Not only are the wings with
but they are also broken.
Yes I know,
I fly with broken wings.
When I fly with my broken wings,
they feel as if they'll burn off.
But nobody would or wants to repair
them or help me.
I wonder if anyone knows how to.
I'll wait for the one who can repair
a pair of broken wings,
so I can fly again without pain.
Broken HeartsThe heart is a very delicate and unique gift from God.Broken Hearts8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very fragile yet I'ts very hard..
It's our guide in life, our guide in love.
It guides us on our paths like a heavenly dove..
When it's broken, it could take years to repair.
This could bring pain and dispaire.
Our heart speaks to us in many different ways,
telling us what we need in order to suceed.
It loves to be loved and it loves to be happy,
and when it sad it becomes all vunerable and sappy.
Never break a heart cause you'll never know,
how much pain and hurt that heart wont show.
Remember that your heart is one of kind,
It's precious and hard to find.
Protect it with all that you've got,
because without it,
you wont be doing a lot...
Broken HeartBroken Heart10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken Hearts Anonymous
Embrace these feelings
They won’t last for too long
Life isn’t always
A sappy little love song
So sing it loud
As you slice your wrists
And swallow down
The pills of happiness
It’s been broken
It won’t mend
Asking for a heart
Just to love again
Millions of pieces on the floor
You can’t hurt me anymore
Living life without this pain
Wouldn’t make me normal
You’d be surprised
At how many people
Show their pain external
These scars themselves
Are living proof
Of all the pain
You put me through
You'll never forget i'll make sure........
EndingsI know the time is comingEndings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you will no longer
leave fingerprints on my door,
and we will not argue
at Christmas dinner
about the face of God.
Your chair will be cold,
your plate empty,
and I will watch your shadow
shrink on the sofa
and your voice
grow reed thin
and your footprints on the carpet
too light to stick.
Your coat will grow
too large in the closet
and the world will never
fill your shoes,
so I will shake the dust
off your best suit
and find the pictures I took of you
when you were laughing
and the bible
you kept by your bed
that I could not believe in
and I will tuck you in
for that long goodnight
that breaks the sky
and slip my small fingers
into your big hand
one last time,
and wait for the story
as big as my whole world
setting in your eyes.
Broken HeartDo you love?Broken Heart8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you hate?
Do you stop to appreciate?
The feelings someone has for you?
The things that keep you from being blue?
Have you loved?
Have you lost?
Have you tried no matter what the cost?
Do you love her?
Does she love you?
Will you ever find out if it is true?
Have you loved while taking hate?
Is it she who doesn't appreciate?
Are you lost?
Are you confused?
Is it all leaving your heart bruised?
Is it real?
Is it faking?
Is it my heart that's slowly breaking?
Does it hurt?
Does it kill?
Does it make you never want to heal?
A broken heart is a great deal.
A broken heart may never heal.
ZephyrZephyr7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The boy took out a silver hook
and fastened it to a cobweb
and cast it across the summer night,
hoping for a prize
that he could tuck into his pocket
and put under his pillow
to dream upon.
He wanted to hear ghost stories
and taste wild strawberries
and swim in water so cold and clear
it would dapple his skin blue and make him shiver.
He wanted to catch starfish
and dig for stone crabs under the pier
and eat snow cones until he burst,
painting the night cherry red
He wanted to know the colors of an August moon
and touch the sharp edges of stars
and just for one night
to own the sky...
Alone In The DarkAlone In The Dark6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are days
when I feel
all the colors
have drained away
and I float
on a lake
of pristine glass
beneath a sky
bereft of meaning
and regrets flutter
like desperate wings
against the walls
of boxed memories
all treasured tokens
adrift and alone
in the dark...
Quest For SolaceQuest For Solace6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dreams beneath
the elder oaks
under radiant showers
of autumns red and gold
a shedding riot of vibrant decay
a windblown bed for her repose
a quest for solace in slumber
unfettered in mystic reverie
but a wing beat away
where woe is unknown
and sorrow a stranger
Comfort found on a pillow
of mist cooled green moss
softly fragrant of life
and eternal renewal
Hope sinks deep roots
and flourishes within
the sacred promise
of her spring born heart...
Conversation with God IYou got mad at me that dayConversation with God I6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I got high on communion wine
your rosary around my hips
and told you I could talk to God.
I could read the lines
on his cheeks
right through these calloused palms
and I loved
how his voice rose up
tempered and clear like spring,
not thin and waspy
like you promised.
He called me by name
and while his coat was too long
for me to see his feet,
I knew he did not wear shoes
and anger was not his road.
He took my hand to walk
and told me
there was no shame
in falling with grace
and that the broken
would always be heroes in his eyes
because they know
what it is like
a crown of thorns.
He promised me
the dark would learn
a new way
and there would be
blood of lambs
spilled in his name
and that the garden
would be ours again....
Sail Away With MeSail Away With MeSail Away With Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waves caress port side
leaning to the left
fill the sails with a new direction
secrets from the other side
whispering angels hovering above let him exhale one more time
prayers are rarely answered and coincidence never ring true
songs blow by
haunting tunes of love and sorrow,
sail away with me honey, hold my heart in your hands, sail away with me honey, sail away with me now
The Tenth Doctor's Final SongVale DecemThe Tenth Doctor's Final Song5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Honore res quara
Vale de Temptua
Honora res quara
Grata tunc, usquera, emani
Because of your honour
It's well deserved
This other one
It's well deserved
This other one
This other one of you
Farewell to these trials
In a very proper way
Because of your honour
Is by force of arms
Flow out all the way with joy
Good Morning, BabyThe conversation between my wife and myself as we woke this morning is much like many of our conversations -- I make a little joke and Bee comes back with a zinger. We're Burns and Allen, I swear we are.Good Morning, Baby5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Good morning, baby."
"I had the strangest dream last night," I said, "do you remember it?"
She didn't speak but lifted her head from the pillow to stare at me (incredulously, I'm sure) in the dark.
"Well you were in it!" I said.
She replied with perfect comic timing, "I must have been asleep."