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2.27.2012

Politics and Preaching


I see,
I hear
One side too
The other fro
Which am I?
Sometimes too
Sometimes fro
The preachers politic
The politicians preach
When did politics become religion?
When did religion become politics?
One side oot
The other orf
Am I either?
how would I no?



2.15.2012

Aliens, they’re a laugh a second


Prompt……."Suppose aliens abducted you as you were walking in the park. Write a story telling about this experience."
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Do you remember that song about strolling through the park one day in the merry, merry month of May?  It goes on to say, “I was taken by surprise by a pair of roguish eyes…

It turns out the roguish eyes in the song belonged to a young maiden and they lived happily ever after.

Why do I bring that up that song?  Well that sort of happened to me.  I was strolling through the park and I was taken by surprise but it wasn’t in the merry month of May and it wasn’t a pair of roguish eyes.

It was last month, January and I was taken by surprise by a pair of alien eyes and a pair of alien arms and a single space ship.  I was abducted by space people.

No, they were not little, they were not green and they didn’t have bug eyes but they did have great big ears like Dopey from Disney’s “Snow white” and they wore dopey hats and dopey robes.  They said they were from the land of Dope just beyond the 10th Star of the Galaxy Organorous.

You may be wondering why a bunch of Dopians would want to abduct me and I wondered the same thing and then I found out the head Dopian was also wondering the same thing.
 
 I distinctly heard him say. "He's no dope, why did you abduct him?  He is of no practical use to us.  Throw him out."

Good I thought until I looked out the window and realized we were somewhere in outer space.  It dawned on me that “throw him out” might not be good for my health.

I said, “Wait!”  I didn’t know what else to say. Wait was the only thing I could think to say but it was a brilliant stroke of genius to say wait because “Weight” was the name of the head Dopian's daughter.

However, her name was not spelled w-a-i-t, it was spelled w-e-i-g-h-t but he didn’t know I was saying wait to wait.  He thought I was calling his daughters name because I knew her.

His ears wiggled and he said, “Do you know where my daughter is?”

Now I am not the swiftest watermelon in the patch but I knew I had better know where the beautiful Miss Weight was located because if I didn't, I was going to do a space walk and not the Michael Jackson kind.

“Absolutely,” I replied.  “She was sitting on a park bench right back there where you picked me up.  Now if you will take me right back there where you picked me up, I’ll point her out to you.”

His ears went to full wiggle and he did a little circle toe dance that was kind of fun to watch.

I said, “You should do a show in Vegas.  You would be a hit”

His ears started wiggling again and he did a circle toe dance in the reverse direction.

He giggled and said, “I had to unwind.” 

Then he slapped me on the back and said, “That’s a Dopian joke…get it?”

I laughed because I knew it was smart to laugh at jokes of the powerful.  His whole crew laughed because they knew it was smart to laugh at the jokes of their leader.

They took me back to the park and as I was leaving Weight really was waiting and she came Toe Dancing up to meet him.  First, she wiggled one ear and then she wiggled the other ear. 
 
I have no idea if that had a special meaning because I wiggled my derriere out of there.

                                                                                                                       gsbatty/Feb. 2012

2.11.2012

the cloud

The cloud
was there, so was I
I can only wonder
Wonder about the cloud
I knew I was there
but why the cloud
I well, I
I come from not to far
and the cloud
Now the cloud
is different
the cloud has traveled
The cloud has been reborn
Time and time and time
Again
And there it sits
Over me
Why
why that cloud
it’s not a good cloud
it has the black below
the gray above
is that me
do I see a message
feel a message
it moves
it moves away
why
am I marked
an omen
maybe
If that cloud comes back
I’ll know






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I am an apprentice writer of short stories and I also attempt a little poetry.