When its time to relax…


From the port in my refrigerator door

The tiny particles of Ice shower my wrist

and the hairs tingle upright in their pores

And the cubes fall in with a tinkling sound

And fill the mason jar up and then mounds

To the top then  the frost laden surface gives way

To the brown spiced rum sprinkled over,

The liquor polishes and smooths the icy cold cubes

And waits in the bottom for the shower

bubbling forth from the ginger ale spout

whose bubbles and froths carry the spirits

about in this one pint container full of

refreshing delight

Till the nose hovers over

nostrils tickled with CO2 dew

And the lips gather the rim

and suction the brew over watering

tongue and the mouth rejoices anew.

And a hearty chuckle breaks through

As the mood rises oer the days strife!

I hope I know when enough is enough !

Please,be Careful


Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children

But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.

When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.

Change


I am finding that while I sometimes think that I have some insight into the human condition and how the passage of time and the circumstances of life affects people , and enjoy the process of putting these feelings into words; I am horrible at taking my own advice. I do not transition well . ( That IS a verb, isn’t it ? ) lol ; )

Non Plussed


The past six to eight weeks have found me dealing with a health issue , one that I cannot seem to get a step ahead of. Abdominal bloating and shortness of breath along with painfully swollen feet and calves has led to much blood work and a scheduled battery of tests to try to determine what and from where this malady is and occurs. Several common culprits have been ruled out and a few unlikely scenarios are being investigated. I write this, not to alarm anyone, but to try to clarify the importance inherent to a potentially life style changing ailment to myself as I have never endured any medical emergency much more serious than a pesky case of pneumonia and a minor TIA in my life. I suppose that I am trying to say that ” Even if my scribblings begin to quibble with various physical maladies and the treatments involved, rest assured that I remain nonplussed inasmuch as my views on life and soul remain essentially unchanged. Thank you all in advance for your future patience and understanding . ”   ; )

To L ? Or not to L !


This A-Z challenge has been fun,  for the most part. Approximately halfway through I am finding though that writing a piece of at least semi-serious ,relevant or, humorous material everyday can be an onerous task made worse by having to mold each thought around an alphabetic mold.  In short the “fun factor” is rapidly waning and if this short paragraph on “L” day that mentions the word LOVE, as in I used to LOVE to write, does not stir my inner flame to new heights, this shall be my final entry within the parameters of said challenge .  Thank you !

Say What ?


Evel Knevel had his way, he made lazy K pay its way. That K likes to hide is no surprise and why is little more . K can cut but little else and even at the end of a word it gives all the work to the letter C. Cause C can Kut and Slide as well Az in clack and scent {where I believe the S layz down and hands the crown to the omnicient (didn’t hardly miss it there! C what I mean) letter C. } Come to think of it,we already have had some suksess haven’t we , so why don’t we just rid ourselves of lazy letters and give the work to characters {Now why is h jumping in with C  here, we know it is a karacter and k just snuck back in acting all cmartacc} wanting werc! C seems young enough [WTF, gh Takin time away ghrom F now} to handle all Ks’ and s’ess work. Cutting out and retiring letters and with adequate temerity and aplomb, Get outta there B, We kan mak rume nder the kcap and tace bac arr langwaj and mak it simpl!  Is that kleer !?

What’s love got to do with it ?


A little love here, a little love there, doesn’t seem to matter where, you drop the line, cause who is to care, just positive feelings radiating out somewhere.  Yeah, right. Try playing that tune with a jealous soul, or a person with no self esteem, try it with the reverend of the church, his take on it will pertain to his flock. Not enough nuances to cover the word, not enough adjectives to describe it, without looking into the eyes. Not enough crawling out from under the shell, too many take things verbatim; go to hell! If one cannot think out side of their box, I will still love them but not how they thought !