HAiry Thoughts on Hare or Hair, Here and There! November 15, 2013

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Here and there,
People stop what they do,
making blank stare,
“A hare, there!”
Someone shouts,
“A hair, where?”
The other one responds;
“A big wild rabbit, there!”
“A fat grey bunny, here?!
is this what you refer?”
“Oh, yeah!”
“Alright, lady fair!
I’m thrilled that you
eventually hear that ‘HARE’!”
“I thought it was ‘HAIR’
in the first place, well!”
silent grins,
beautiful air hangs,
no more despair,
because everyone has hairy thoughts,
some time somewhere…
Think of new york city time square,
handy sample “Sandy” turns air heavy, bare!

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Barely Agreed

You are everywhere,

You are everyone,

You think that we’re done.

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I’m perpendicularly late,

shadows leak from our trees,

off into your laps, heads up.

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The responding bird is in hiding,

Your secret shivers to stroke the lute,

You must stop your stubbornly rectangular thoughts.

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How I met him,

How we hold things together,

You’re too subjective to acknowledge it.

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Now, admire the elongated raindrops on sill,

Stay still,

and don’t show your teeth to disagreements.

Iowa=Ibok+Alice Walker+Wanjiku+MIM+Soul Intention+Viola+The Fair God Sister+Alice’s Wonderland

 

IOWA state is famous for its Standard Testing
programs cross the nation, Jiahong’s best friend
XiaoFeng Xie loaded a job at Iowa after
graduating from the university at Cincinnati,
Wisconsin…Des Moines is its capital, Jingle
has never been there, but will be looking
forward to a visit soon. Eight poets
connected toIowa state.

 

Short Story Slam Week 7

Short Story Slam Week 7:http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/thursday-short-story-slam-week-7.html

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.

Summer’s Songs (4 Poets Rally Week 49)

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.

The Day In July

In a book the day

is a glimpse of blue,

In a map the day

gives a pin-point clue.

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On the tongue the day

is a watermelon of sweet,

In the face the day

is a pool of heat.

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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

Short Story Slam Week 6

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.