Apocalypse Yesterday #news #humor #poetry

before the light went out

“Step Right Up, Sit Right Down

What we offer is for free

you simply give to us your hand

we take your soul and play the lottery”

*

the hawkers were at it again

dawn til dusk it’s always the same

they had to corner a billion or so

before the winter’s came

*

people by the month

in a long and steady line

you can wave at each other

Skype has a cadence to step in time

*

“Don’t take candy from a stranger”

mama’s instruction runs through my head

you may not be taking poison

but I assure you will be  dead

*

I looked in my cereal bowl

only three flakes one table-spoon of milk

my children’s tummies are screaming

they’re aching to be filled

*

“EXTRA, EXTRA  read all about it”

special’s for today

a loaf of rotten bread

new beheadings on display

*

Ebola has been countered

so the newscasters have us misled

politically they tell their lies

soothing our unease and dread

*

The circus will soon be coming

the tents are in our town

you have to be a magician

to keep the bayonets down

*

in the original story

four horsemen had a goal

all corners of the ravaged earth

to recieve disaster’s bowls

*

pestilence, we have so little

famine, it’s just a pinch

earthquakes and fires never

tornadoes theyr’e a cinch

*

Truthfully  what is there to fear

there’s forewarning on the news

and think of all the movies

they’ve stocked with ample clues

*

I really am not worried

were making out just fine

two boxes left of wheat chex

for milk we stand in line

*

the lines are getting longer

but not as long as some

I’ve heard in parts of Russia

they stand for weeks to come

when all of this is over

I’ll thankfully raise hat to hand

and pack the kids and what not

we’ll off to Disneyland

***

got milk

This is meant to be dark humor, but if you don’t notice a shred of truth just look at the news, go to the grocery store where cereal boxes have shrunk in size (twice is less than 2 months). Ebola and beheadings are serious issues that “they” are having a hard time finding a big enough carpet to sweep this stuff under.

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Anti-Wish

moondustwriter:

Beware the Birthday Wish!

Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:

The flames swayed in the light breeze of the ceiling fan. Still, they burned strong and bright. To Dustin they were scorching eyes glaring at him straight out of Hell, all ten of them. Beads of red wax rolled down the candles and pooled like blood on the iced surface below.

He wanted nothing more than to forget his birthday altogether.

His family would have obliged him, but not this year. It was an even numbered year—a check year. The celebration was more for them than for him.

Dustin was the youngest of three boys in a family bonded tight to their kin. The problem was Dustin wasn’t kin. He was adopted. Orphaned as an infant, he never knew his parents. Supposedly, they were killed in a botched break in, but the details, as told to Dustin, were always watered down or vague.

The Thompsons, neighbors to his parents…

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Epic For You #poetry #fairytale

the-pond

If I could write an epic tale

wrapped in dragon lore and knights

on a long  and misty trail

reserved for battles and  long fights

the words that I would pen

over each I’d linger long

 all my strength I’d gladly spend

to sing for you a song

If I could live an epic tale

a sojourn in the trees

long and lingering my bath

my only covering the leaves

If I could write an epic tale

replace it with a kiss

I’ve saved myself  so long

you are my sweetest wish

If only I could stop an epic tale

where you are carried out to war

I sit long in my prayers

for a knight on distant shores

If I could write an epic tale

it would carry in a storm

knock over trees in its path

end in arms, yours so warm

If I could write an epic tale

you would be in every scene

faithful to hold me as I failed

your dying fairy queen

***

I am finalizing a manuscript that is fantasy and knights, kings, castles. Everything I am writing seems to ooze fantasy.

Does that happen to you or can you separate out genres in your writing?

It’s all about Obama’s failure to seal United States Boarders: Enterovirus D68 makes its way to the Northeast

Originally posted on :

crew-2231Comment by Jim Campbell, Citizen Journalist, Oath Keeper and Patriot.

Obama has used his failure to close the borders as a political football long enough.  It’s time to remove him and his ilk form office in 2014-and 2016.

images-2Do we need an Ebola virus to kick in and start killing people before people will wake up?

Dr. Howard Zucker, who comments in the video below.

tamiflu-logoThere is an antiviral and it’s been on the market for years. It’s called Tamiflu and can be given to children as young as two weeks old.

Indications

Tamiflu is a prescription medicine used to treat the flu (influenza) in people 2 weeks of age and older who have had flu symptoms for no more than 2 days. Tamiflu can also reduce the chance of getting the flu in people 1 year and older.

Tamiflu does not prevent bacterial infections that may happen with the…

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No One Can Keep a Secret #haiku #photography

Today our third episode of  ”Full Circle”, a special feature at our Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special  weblog,  and the goal is to write haiku with the twelve (12) words I will give. It’s a kind of word-whirl and you have to use the words given in the clock-wise direction. So every word has to come in the line of it’s place on the clock e.g. mirror you have to use for line one (1) and leaves for line two (2) and so on.

The goal is to write haiku using the 12 words as given in the clock wise way.

Here are the 12 (twelve) words for this new episode:

  1. mirror
  2. leaves
  3. rain
  4. butterfly
  5. chrysanthemum
  6. breeze
  7. stars
  8. clouds
  9. ocean
  10. daisies
  11. cow shed
  12. secret

it’s  in the mirror

fluttering leaves carry it past

spilt in the rain

*

on butterfly wings

chrysanthemum join whispers

carried on the breeze

*

stars seem to hear

what the clouds cannot  hold

caught on ocean’s spray

*

sunny faced daisies

gossip in the cow shed

no one holds a secret

***

What tale can you weave with these 12 words???

Eyes of Child #photography #poetry #world

 

 

It matters not the place

US, Africa, Crimea, Mexico..

a smile you can always trace

on the winsome and open face

of a child

 

This week’s prompt for the Dp photo challenge is Humanity. Sadly when I travel outside of the country (to work),  I don’t usually take a camera unless its a throw away type.

Without A Song #music #poetry #haiku

guitar

If I could write a song for you it would go something like this:

Without fingers to stroke

without a voice to sing

these instruments stand

with little meaning

***

but there was a day

that we’d  dance

and we’d play

long into the midnight hours

***

memories alone

warm these keys

of practice and concerts

in the center we would be

***

and  there was a day

that we’d  dance

and we’d play

long into the midnight hours

****

the guitar stands aloof

the keyboard gathers dust

the flute didn’t make it

in the last minute moving rush

***

but there was a day

that we’d  dance

and we’d play

long into the midnight hours

***

someone in another land

still plays the CDs

where our band came together

in a festive jubilee

***

yes there was a day

when we would dance

and we’d play

long into the midnight hours

*******

piano practice

Endless the hours spent

For you alone I would sing

Rusty keys and voice

This week’s Poets United prompt is Melody. What melody plays in the background of your world?

A short back story: I have come to realize that the creative soul dabbles and soars in the pursuit of art. As a child, I had the hours to spend singing, writing, drawing (painting) and playing numerous instruments (at my peak 5). As an adult with children to raise, I had to relegate myself to one. Music was my soul mate and my dearest friend as I raised my family ( I did get the opportunity to travel and perform.) When the opportunities to sing subsided, I once again took up my pen and began to write and now I am drawing again. Though my voice is rusty,  I still have a song  to sing…