A Sunny Day Rain

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Begin story with: ‘America’
Include: ‘constructed’ & ‘killed’
Precisely: 300 words

America. Home of the free.
Home of the free to be anything you would want to be.
From sea to shining sea.
Fortunate and unfortunately.

Because some see this as ‘too much of a good thing.’
And would prefer to see Her hurt and hobbled.
Her people crippled, their hearts in a sling.

Men with black holes devouring their black souls
their pitiful lives as meaningful as flotsam and jetsam littering the shoals

Such as Amalgam Man – the once brave corporate slave who fought to break the chain.
And his sidekick, Suicide Sam – with a personality painted equal parts hate and pain.

Sharing their ugliness by car .. horse .. buggy … or train.
No one liked them. These big small short tall monster midgets whose aura incited a sunny day rain.

But we can’t have one or two bad apples spoil the bunch.
We must confer. Discuss. Can you swing by for lunch?

Our targets can’t hide. Nor out of our hands slip nor slide.
Because, whether dressed as a businessman or a back-alley bum
each stands in, each stands out like the proverbial sore thumb.

We’ll come up with a plan to deal with these men.
And once it’s constructed we’ll unleash it in the iniquities den.

Home again after their latest attack. Knife slices still bleeding from the ones who fought back.

Still, they both remained overtly thrilled. Witnessing the calamity left behind from all they had killed.

Regardless, they are nothing special. Just two of the few.
Intent on spreading mayhem, death and disgust like a fetid, succulent stew.

Turning innocent planes, trains & automobiles into midway mauling people reapers
As the poisonous doctrines in their heads once again reach a boil behind their crazed peepers

America the free. America the free to be.
Both fortunate.
And unfortunately.

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Every One … Except This One

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Parameters:
Begin story with ‘Become’
Include in body: ‘except’ & ‘possessed’
Become part of my stream of consciousness.  Where I share with you the thoughts which occur to me right this moment – while I simultaneously sit here and discover them myself.
That is, except for one or two of these random thoughts which might belie the overall construct I’ve created in my own head, I’m striving to capture THIS moment .. and THIS one .. and THIS one as well.
But, let there be no misunderstanding on this point: I decry the inference that I am
publicly attempting to proselytize, or pander to, or otherwise win readers over to share in THIS moment. OR THIS one. But, every other one. Which, come to think of it, is rather a conundrum of a sentence: “BUT, EVERY OTHER ONE.”
Does that imply that I am willing to capture EVERY thought and brainstorm which I
now find popping out the end of my fingers, including each and every one as they occur with the exception of THAT ONE THOUGHT that simply does not belong for one reason or the other?
OR is the sentence “BUT, EVERY OTHER ONE” meant to be taken literally? As in: “I will record EVERY OTHER THOUGHT.” As in, I will include ONLY my even-numbered thoughts? And exclude my odd-numbered thoughts?
I, myself, don’t even know the answer to that quagmire of a question. And, I’M THE
ONE WHO PROPOSED IT !
But you, dear reader, perhaps enjoy a closer relationship – albeit, from afar – into my inner psyche than I, myself, do. In which case – I humbly request: Please Do Share.
As I would find fascinating knowing what you believe you know. Truly. Honestly.
In the meantime, I remain seemingly possessed by the intricate give and take, ebb and flow, pureness of concept as it occurs.

A Tear Full of Miracle

Parameters:
Story must be exactly 300 words
Must begin with the word: ‘Rudyard’
And include: ‘poetics’ and ‘Wilde’ somewhere in the body.
AND … IT GOES LIKE THIS:

Rudyard ?! “

Honey, I love you beyond words and back. You’re a brilliant, clever, wondrous man. The love of my life infinity.”

But … ‘Rudyard ?!’ “Really?” “Why not just name this glorious, growing seed, this son-of-ours-in-the-making ‘that geeky kid named after a long-deceased English poet?”

Better yet – why stop there? In for a line, in for a stanza … How about this: ‘Rudyard Wilde Lennon?’ This way we cover not one – not two – but a full three of the men you admire most?

Pretty funny there, love. But … may I?” asks hubby. “I mean, after all – I did have a little something to do with the onset of the subject of this conversation. Yes?”

Indeed you did. My toes have yet to fully uncurl. Please, go on.”

Just one of the many reasons I so love you, babe.” As he nestled his head on his wife’s tummy. “It’s not about the name, per se. It’s more what’s behind the name. Not simply the poetry. But the poetics. The je ne sais quoi which we can only hope and pray and dream will envelop in its mystery this half-you half-me miracle. Showering charm and beauty and love and humility on his every step every thought every heartbeat.”

Feeling the slightest movement against his face as he trailed off. Sobbing softly to himself, Rudyard’s entire life-to-be playing out behind daddy’s closed eyes. Feeling tears on his face. And falling gently on the top of his head as he releases his embrace on the two loves of his life. Grasping his wife’s hands. Rising up. Her quivering smile framed in tears.

Whispering … “God could not be everywhere, therefore He created Mothers.”

As he kissed her tears away one word one stanza one poem at a time.

 

The End

A Tearful of Miracle

Parameters:
story must be exactly 300 words
must begin with the word: ‘Rudyard’
and include somewhere in body: ‘poetics’ & ‘Wilde’

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“Rudyard ?! “

“Honey, I love you beyond words and back. You’re a brilliant, clever, wondrous man. The love of my life infinity.”

“But … ‘Rudyard ?!’ “Really?” “Why not just name this glorious, growing seed, this son-of-ours-in-the-making ‘that geeky kid named after a long-deceased English poet?”

“Better yet – why stop there? In for a line, in for a stanza … How about this: ‘Rudyard Wilde Lennon?’ This way we cover not one – not two – but a full three of the men you admire most?

“Pretty funny there, love. But … may I?” asks hubby. “I mean, after all – I did have a little something to do with the onset of the subject of this conversation. Yes?”

“Indeed you did. My toes have yet to fully uncurl. Please, go on.”

“Just one of the many reasons I so love you, babe.” As he nestled his head on his wife’s tummy. “It’s not about the name, per se. It’s more what’s behind the name. Not simply the poetry. But the poetics. The je ne sais quoi which we can only hope & pray & dream will envelop in its mystery this half-you half-me miracle. Showering charm & beauty & love & humility on his every step every thought every heartbeat.”

Feeling the slightest movement against his face as he trailed off. Sobbing softly to himself, Rudyard’s entire life-to-be playing out behind daddy’s closed eyes. Feeling tears on his face. And falling gently on the top of his head as he releases his embrace on the two loves of his life. Grasping his wife’s hands. Rising up. Her quivering smile framed in tears.

Whispering … “God could not be everywhere, therefore He created Mothers.”

As he kissed her tears away one word one stanza one poem at a time …
Continue reading “A Tearful of Miracle”

A Celebrity Wizard

Parameters: Begin story with the word “Everybody.” Include in body: ‘must’ & ‘celebrity.’ Story must be exactly 300  words. IT GOES LIKE THIS :

“Everybody is out to get me,” bemoaned Happiness in a somewhat unfitting twist to its usual goodhearted nature.

Bribes. Threats. Empty promises. Cajoling. Manipulating. Blackmailing. The ways people have devised to win me over are as infinite and meaningless as are a death row inmates pleas for clemency.

Good Looks has applied what equates to a swimming pool full of potions and lotions over the years. To stay young. To stay pretty. To stay in My favor.

Despite the age-old saying, Money built me a mansion. Parked a fancy custom gull winged sports car in the drive.

And Health? .. get this .. Health did .. seriously .. 1,000 push ups ‘In my honor,’ as he told me.

Oh, really? ‘In my honor?’ Not in an effort to win me over? For me to come visit & hopefully stay a while? Call me jaded, if you must. But somehow that just doesn’t ring true. For I am Happiness – that most coveted, amorphous and elusive of all states of beings. People don’t just ‘do things in My honor’ without expecting something in return.

Entire doctrines have been created to help the less-than-Me train their brains to cultivate my essence. Zen. Yoga. Meditation. And the new kid on the block: Mindfulness. They all have their upsides. And contain some positive messages. But as ‘THEE ANSWER’ to achieving the state of bliss for which I seem to be universally known?

They’re close. Real close. But it’s much more simple than that.

Are you listening? Now, I’m only going to say this once. So pay attention.

You already have everything you need to be ME:

All You Need Do Is To Be True To Your Own Self. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You’re Welcome.

Now … Go Be The Celebrity – The Wizard – You Were Meant To Be.

A Celebrity Wizard

Parameters: Begin story with the word “Everybody.” Include in body: ‘must’ & ‘celebrity.’ Story must be exactly 300  words. IT GOES LIKE THIS :

“Everybody is out to get me,” bemoaned Happiness in a somewhat unfitting twist to its usual goodhearted nature.

Bribes. Threats. Empty promises. Cajoling. Manipulating. Blackmailing. The ways people have devised to win me over are as infinite and meaningless as are a death row inmates pleas for clemency.

Good Looks has applied what equates to a swimming pool full of potions and lotions over the years. To stay young. To stay pretty. To stay in My favor.

Despite the age-old saying, Money built me a mansion. Parked a fancy custom gull winged sports car in the drive.

And Health? .. get this .. Health did .. seriously .. 1,000 push ups ‘In my honor,’ as he told me.

Oh, really? ‘In my honor?’ Not in an effort to win me over? For me to come visit & hopefully stay a while? Call me jaded, if you must. But somehow that just doesn’t ring true. For I am Happiness – that most coveted, amorphous and elusive of all states of beings. People don’t just ‘do things in My honor’ without expecting something in return.

Entire doctrines have been created to help the less-than-Me train their brains to cultivate my essence. Zen. Yoga. Meditation. And the new kid on the block: Mindfulness. They all have their upsides. And contain some positive messages. But as ‘THEE ANSWER’ to achieving the state of bliss for which I seem to be universally known?

They’re close. Real close. But it’s much more simple than that.

Are you listening? Now, I’m only going to say this once. So pay attention.

You already have everything you need to be ME:

All You Need Do Is To Be True To Your Own Self. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You’re Welcome.

Now … Go Be The Celebrity – The Wizard – You Were Meant To Be.

Automatic Lightning

 

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‘Connect.’  ‘Shun.’ Two words / concepts about as diametrically opposed as are ‘Fast’ and ‘Slow’. Either way will always be the same way: Chose. Only. One. The. Other. Has. To. Go.

Unless … Unless … the two were to marry. Shunning their individual singularity. Casting off, eradicating the negativity  keeping them apart. Allowing for an infinitely more life affirming bond: a true connectshun / connection born of the Heart.

You knew this. Deep in your wonderfully twirling swirling mind this truth you held self-evident. For, a ridiculously gifted girl, you were. My Gosh … glance at my 16-digit phone card twice and you use it without looking. See it. Scan it. Save it. An instant memory. As innately natural as the guitar was to Hendrix. Or walking. It. Just. Happened.

People Just Walk .. Jimi Just Played .. And You .. You Just Could, In general .. You Just Could.

Standing there in the doorway … a still-life painting of a wildly gesturing pantomime. Your ‘Automatic Habit’ held in abeyance if only for a short time.

Yeah Yeah Yeah … And the way you looked was way beyond compare. Made you laugh. Made you laugh. Hard. Shaking your head / swinging your long brown hair.

It was that moment I knew you’d be mine. Smiling & laughing and looking so fine.

But your porcelain mannequin feared attack. Your smooth, young skin beginning to crack … where? … how much? … is it good? … I don’t care … Gimme Gimme Shelter.

Some shelter from the raining draining paining brain storm. Daily ‘must do’ notes and articles? Nothing but Senseless empty fodder designed to misinform.

Spider Lightning in your head. Invading / Desecrating the newlyweds’ bed.

But believing that the Spider and the Lightning know best. Searching at first for something Good. Then Better. Then Better than Best …

One last tragic quest …

And now I lay me down to rest …

 

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