This story took 1st place in the 100 words or less contest at the Boxing w/pencils website..
Enjoy!!
Silent,spent, single.. 12/14/11-1st place
Are you single? I thought. The honking and Elvis made it hard to formulate my game. It wasn’t that tough of a question but the lengthy hesitation was not helping my cause. Once the roar in my mind went silent I prepared my strategy. My scotch glazed eyes waited for her. Even a pathological liar will quiver in the face of spent desire. OK. I’m ready; I’ll just have a #3, no pickles, I mumbled as she skated away and my radio droned on.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thoughts for the day..
It is rare that your humble blogster would ever capitulate to the fact that someone could rant more poignantly. However, after perusing the entry below a confession of " I couldn't have written it better myself" is warranted.
Plz comment if you agree..
War is the tool through which the remaining Constitutional restraints on government and rights of the people will be destroyed. War will be the gateway through which total statism in any of its forms (fascism, socialism, communism) will be imposed upon the United States. They will rally the people’s patriotism, and give the laws Orwellian sounding names like the “Patriot Acts”, and “Freedom Laws” and cries of “America First,” but these acts will be anti-patriotic, anti-freedom, and anti-American. At the core of all these activities will be one purpose –- to impose ever increasing control over the citizens, marching toward total statism. They will suspend due process and Constitutional restrictions proclaiming “extraordinary times” require extraordinary measures. At first they will only be used against a few select atrocious and most heinous individuals with unfamiliar appearance, customs and beliefs. Initially, it will simply be a matter of degree, but the precedent is now set. Extraordinary measures solely for extraordinary individuals, but slowly and then more rapidly the extraordinary will become the ordinary until such measures can apply to anyone. They will deride anyone who opposes these Orwellian acts as dangerously naïve, as pacifists, as isolationists, as unpatriotic, as sympathizing with “the enemy” whoever “the enemy” may be at the time, and as un-American. They will make war with vague, ever changing goals and objectives. They will make war on elusive, obscure enemies by proclaiming wars against “subversives” or “guerillas” or “militias” or “revolutionaries” or “aggressors” or “terrorists” or whatever ambiguous name they can imagine so that the “enemies” will always be elusive, never eliminated or fully defeated. There will always be more “enemies.” War will be perpetual, lasting years or even decades. War will be the final mechanism that destroys America from within; and the people will proudly cheer and defend and support the dismantling of their rights and destruction of their Constitutional Republic, all out of supposed “necessity” to support “the war.”
Author Unknown
Plz comment if you agree..
War is the tool through which the remaining Constitutional restraints on government and rights of the people will be destroyed. War will be the gateway through which total statism in any of its forms (fascism, socialism, communism) will be imposed upon the United States. They will rally the people’s patriotism, and give the laws Orwellian sounding names like the “Patriot Acts”, and “Freedom Laws” and cries of “America First,” but these acts will be anti-patriotic, anti-freedom, and anti-American. At the core of all these activities will be one purpose –- to impose ever increasing control over the citizens, marching toward total statism. They will suspend due process and Constitutional restrictions proclaiming “extraordinary times” require extraordinary measures. At first they will only be used against a few select atrocious and most heinous individuals with unfamiliar appearance, customs and beliefs. Initially, it will simply be a matter of degree, but the precedent is now set. Extraordinary measures solely for extraordinary individuals, but slowly and then more rapidly the extraordinary will become the ordinary until such measures can apply to anyone. They will deride anyone who opposes these Orwellian acts as dangerously naïve, as pacifists, as isolationists, as unpatriotic, as sympathizing with “the enemy” whoever “the enemy” may be at the time, and as un-American. They will make war with vague, ever changing goals and objectives. They will make war on elusive, obscure enemies by proclaiming wars against “subversives” or “guerillas” or “militias” or “revolutionaries” or “aggressors” or “terrorists” or whatever ambiguous name they can imagine so that the “enemies” will always be elusive, never eliminated or fully defeated. There will always be more “enemies.” War will be perpetual, lasting years or even decades. War will be the final mechanism that destroys America from within; and the people will proudly cheer and defend and support the dismantling of their rights and destruction of their Constitutional Republic, all out of supposed “necessity” to support “the war.”
Author Unknown
Thursday, August 25, 2011
New Poetry
Give it a try-- "like" if you LIKE... Share if you can.. Thanks
Loquacious
Boomerang noises;
Walls share aperitifs
Loud as a mule
Rude as a clown.
Carpet over concrete
Muffles nothing.
Arrogance drenched
in olive oil
Echoes meals past;
Lights smoky
From verbal assaults
Add some pepper.
Flatware sings
Through the wash
Frame salacious hands
Car doors slam.
Empty bottles play
Melancholy music
Unlike laughter
Gather round kids
Sweaty uncles
Tell faraway tales
Stained ties match
Yellow dentures.
The red checker cloth
Has heard many lies
Smoke, wine and candor.
Salt shaker nods.
Loquacious
Boomerang noises;
Walls share aperitifs
Loud as a mule
Rude as a clown.
Carpet over concrete
Muffles nothing.
Arrogance drenched
in olive oil
Echoes meals past;
Lights smoky
From verbal assaults
Add some pepper.
Flatware sings
Through the wash
Frame salacious hands
Car doors slam.
Empty bottles play
Melancholy music
Unlike laughter
Gather round kids
Sweaty uncles
Tell faraway tales
Stained ties match
Yellow dentures.
The red checker cloth
Has heard many lies
Smoke, wine and candor.
Salt shaker nods.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
random embellishments
just another short poem about world events.. intentions are purely comedic; I promise..Unless of course you take it all seriously.. either way.. have a great Tuesday!
Harold is a funny old man.
Stoic old white guy;
promising a rapture.
Hasn't Obama
already paid for this.
Debt ceiling too low.
Pull back the borders he says,
Arizona shouts no way.
Letting them all in
will corrupt America.
Anthony trial resumes.
Swing by the Quickstop.
Silent Bob speaks.
How great is a rapture
when we have all this
to watch down here?
Harold is a funny old man.
Stoic old white guy;
promising a rapture.
Hasn't Obama
already paid for this.
Debt ceiling too low.
Pull back the borders he says,
Arizona shouts no way.
Letting them all in
will corrupt America.
Anthony trial resumes.
Swing by the Quickstop.
Silent Bob speaks.
How great is a rapture
when we have all this
to watch down here?
Friday, January 21, 2011
New Poetry
This poem was just posted yesterday at Poetsview.com-- taking a stab at having some of those thoughts entered into a published collection.. as always feedback is appreciated.. have a great weekend everyone!
Masking Agent
Visions implode into colors
seeing clearly,first time today.
Never again will dusk escape
my sincere mind's gravity.
Pass the ashen chalkboard;
taking our turn to teach
Walk along this thorny path
Cherish my words, slow.
Worry, others will arrive.
Empty room, caffeine.
Leaving alone again.
Face the glow of night
Rolling my cigarette;
light it, sleep
Masking Agent
Visions implode into colors
seeing clearly,first time today.
Never again will dusk escape
my sincere mind's gravity.
Pass the ashen chalkboard;
taking our turn to teach
Walk along this thorny path
Cherish my words, slow.
Worry, others will arrive.
Empty room, caffeine.
Leaving alone again.
Face the glow of night
Rolling my cigarette;
light it, sleep
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