Gorge W. Bush,
A Texas cowboy
who used to own
and operate
American oil company,
has been a powerful president
for the United States of America
most recently,
His wife is charming,
His daughters are loving,
He had fought the wars (on Iraq)
on terrorism,
He had illustrated his ability
to protect American family
beautifully.
A Tanka (5, 7, 5, 7, 7)
what are they to me,
men, or women, or children?
how come they become
indifferent about problems
in life, I’m not sure!!!
Haiku:
who don’t have any sins?
Simply be truthful and cool,
We forgive your errors.
Today is funny,
My mood is sunny,
I had a magical ride
with world famous figures beside:
J. K. Rowling is graceful,
Amy Tan is thoughtful;
Kate Middleton is charming,
Jennifer Aniston is smiling,
Angelina Jolie and Paris Hilton are quiet,
with Oprah and Maya Angelou being on diet,
We die crying
while enjoy flying…
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Submitting this to
Poetry Picnic Week 25: Military, Soldiers, and Veterans
Short Story Slam Week 20: Love In Creativity Project, All Is Welcome!
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Sunset Beach by Taylor Boomer for keeping poetry picnic parties going,
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The Morning Dew by Natalie Sunflowers for running Thursday Poets Rally perfectly;
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Life Is That Easy by Beth Snowflakes for keeping Bluebell Books in beautiful shape;
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Too Long A Solitude by Tifiny Moon for sticking to life’s principles in divine senses;
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Join us today!
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As a loner, being single and unemployed, John makes a living by buying used books from college students /professors with least costs and resells them to book stores, he always reads fictions before he lets them go, especially books on fantast or magic, and he enjoys day dreaming and believes in magic!
Now he is 45, yet has never touched a woman and not sure how to get one, precisely, he believes that magical adventure is his lifetime love, women are either too bossy or too dependent to arouse his interests…
This summer is super long for John, he is aging and his one room apartment is not organized, the increased temperature makes his life almost unbearable…
“Can magic happen to me? I wish for some excitements…” John murmurs to himself, laying in his single old bed, on this last day of July.
That’s when a strong wind comes knocking at his door, and a force flows in and takes him.
John is flying, with no wings!
He feels like screaming, yet has no strength to let out a cry.
The next thing he knows is that he is on a coconut tree in a jungle, about 20 feet high, with a ripen banana in his hand, and he smells like monkey. His face turns RED when he finds himself naked, with a group of monkeys standing below the tree, grinning at him.
John is not sure what to do. He wishes to dig a hole and dive in…after a few seconds of embarrassment, he decides to jump down and kill himself…and he throws the banana toward another tree, and lets himself fall, toward the ground.
He is ready to die.
But, half way from the ground, something snatched John and again, he is flying, this time with a strange bird under his body.
Strong wind hits his cheeks, his face changes shape and he feels like screaming again, but no voice comes out of his mouth!
When John eventually has his feet on earth, he hears soft music, and more startling, he is dancing with the fairest lady on earth, near a beach…only two of them, under the romantic moon light…
“I’ve never learned how to dance.” John tries to stop what he is doing.
“You dance like a pro.” Her voice is sweet, making his heart jump!
“Who are you? Why are we here?” John tries to find his conciseness, blushing…
“I’m your friend.” She smiles, putting her body closer to John.
Silence…
John has this strange feeling, he is doing something he has never wished to do or has no desire to do, yet, he has lost his courage to stop doing it. A shock of electivity flashes cross his body and he has to admit that he actually loves it.
The air smells of wine and a cloud hides half of the moon.
The music has stopped itself, and John and his friend have stopped dancing at the same time.
“I have to go home.” John tells himself.
But his hands has pulled his friend closer, and he squeezes her cheeks gently and begins to kiss her.
…
John finds himself laying at his same old bed, all sweaty when the ring of the doorbell wakes him up. It’s a client who wishes to sell him his used books.
He still recalls what has happened to him, and it is in his dream.
PS: this is a fiction, hope that you enjoy reading it.
Thursday Poet’s Rally Week 49, please join us and share a free verse or any form of poetry with poets rally today, and have fun!
Summer’s song for sorrows
is summer showers,
For all her enjoyment, she sows
flowers;
Thunder’s roar shows
Her rages,
Blue Ocean bestows
the love affairs she engages;
Summer sings soft with a
shooting star,
For a treat she grabs a
Cooking jar;
Dancing she goes to
a camping ground,
Smiling she heads to
a merry-go-round;
Emerging with a hot sun,
Painting the earth golden as she’s done.
Summer’s songs linger at summer seas,
Summer’s poets ponder with hot gazes.
In a book the day
is a glimpse of blue,
In a map the day
gives a pin-point clue.
.
On the tongue the day
is a watermelon of sweet,
In the face the day
is a pool of heat.
.
On the phone the day
is a wave of light,
In the eye the day
shatters like glass in sight.
Carry On Tuesday (In my head, I paint a picture…)
Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry
Week 6 Prompt: http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-story-slam-week-6-childrens.html
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To the puppy,
Running fast and free makes him happy;
To the elephant,
Moving forward one step at a time is important;
“Let’s play hide and seek.”
Suggests the puppy,
Too bad the elephant could not win
Because he is too big to be unseen;
“Let’s swim cross the creek.”
Asks the elephant,
So sad that the puppy can not swim,
and he instantly begin to scream…
They are made different,
It’s impossible for them both to be excellent…
To keep each other’s company,
They must learn how to respect each other beautifully.
Berry creek,
Pink Cheek,
Running,
real quick.
.
A cute dog,
A lovely woman,
Two biking girls do self talk,
Their spirits are zen.
.
Baseball field,
Kid’s playground,
Crowds wailed.
Balls making cracking sound.
.
Rocky plates,
Watchful eyes,
A++ playmates,
“A home run”, someone cries.
ABC Wednesday (A…)
Thanks for reading, if you are a poet, please join poetry potluck week 44 today, Happy Writing! Happy Summer!
Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry (Painting Whispers)
Jenny Matlock today for Saturday Centus, Glad to stump over there and see the prompt offer today, rule: no images, words only, and 25 words or less plus 5 words given, that’s 30 words or less…wow, here it goes! (160 characters, 26 words)
I am linking this to Sunday 160 at Monkey Man as well : Monkey Man
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I’m not getting any younger,
Yet feeling upset no longer;
Sentence yourself to live,
Beat the odds of bitterness;
Focus on what I achieve,
Cherish selflessness.
Manners and attitude are the clothes (dresses) to our thoughts.
The truth is always in fashion.
