Saturday, September 29, 2012

For You, The One Who Embraces and Encourages Mer Daily

Judy Underwood, Chasing Rainbow /

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams



This is for you,
Referring to the person who brings joy
to my trapped mind,
and imaginary bloody battlefield.
Your presence dries up bundles of lightening
and bolts of thunder enticing in my days,
You're the key to my quiz problems,
that's wet, damp, and misleading.
All of the hurtful images hitting me
would evaporate like air climbing
from the raged water, I roll my eyes
by husks of folded memories,
I breathe easier breath after being shook
up by the invincible power your words occupy,
Life isn't about what happens to you,
It's about how you deal with
issues handed to you by God.
With mountain high storms
climbed and ocean wide gaps
crossed, you and I emerge
closer, digging our chance to
savor life like halcyon dove.
Never mind the ashes,
Hope remains valid to carry us
through more invisible war times.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Day in The Way In Hopefulness!

The day has cooled down,
Morning begins with 30 minutes exercise,
Then a breakfast after a shower,
Reading news and plotting the dinner,
Not much time to spend on telephone,
a nap makes it more relaxed
after an easy lunch: some soup, hot and sour,
Writing and reading make the feel gray,
or I just clean and arrange dinner alone,
More time to walk among branches
of knowledge, smelling aromas
of poetry, some music will fill
the hungry soul food the way peaches,
bananas, or winter melon do, famous
figures from Chicago, Broadway, Austin, Seattle,
keep smiling from the headlines,
affordable choices made,
by sunset, i feel great 
about the bills paid.

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Monday, September 10, 2012

The Story From Wild Imaginations (Humor and Mini Fiction)

Once there was a king with two daughters,
It's decided that the older girl takes the throne,
and the younger one shall be brilliant.
Having life privileged and inside a box,
The big girl rode her handsome ox across the moat,
Leaving a thorn in its hoof, it needed a friend.
She undertook seven ground labors,
She wrote poetry, and played piano,
until a noble fellow rescued her from the tower.
She shaved his head,
He fed her wheat bread,
Soon they were lumbering petunias across the bay.

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Monday, September 3, 2012

We Yammy Pie (My Own World Famous Cry)

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we yammy pie, we
snow white. we
feel sad. we
blame Dad. we
sing song. we
praise dawn. we
weave clothe. we
become close. we
pet kitten. we
decorate Heaven.