Anyone who has ever wondered what would possibly happen if he/she hired sock monkeys to plan and be responsible for a party just has to read this. Most people would consider it to be a complete disaster.
With everything described, it sounds like an expensive party.
I'm guessing that all of the eating utensils were yellow?
Thanks for pointing out that being alone doesn't necessarily mean that you have to be lonely. Thanks also for pointing out that we can spend time reviewing the good and bad in our lives without always dwelling on the negative. And thanks for reminding us the importance of spending some of our quiet time with God.
Wow. Your description of the rain, wind and tornado were quite scary. I could almost feel the rain, as well as the fear that the fast food employees experienced in your story.
I wasn't sure exactly what they were cleaning at the beginning, but it became more clear when you wrote about the drive-thru window.
That's a good children's sermon. I used to love creating and giving children's sermons. The only direction that I got from the pastor was what Bible verses that he would using each week.
When my son was only 15 months old, he quickly recognized the music that the organist played when it was time for the children's sermon. He would stand up and run to the front of the church as fast as his little legs could carry him. But was it the children's sermon that he loved so much...or the fact that the kids got to leave the sanctuary afterwards and go and get a snack and play time?
Thanks for bringing back some fun memories. (My son is 40 now.)
It is important. Men definitely need reminding. I lost a high school classmate at the age of 38 to stage 4 prostate cancer. Had he had regular checkups, he might still be with us today. My breast cancer was caught in between stage 1 and 2 because I have been diligent about checkups and regular testing.
Having lived through Michigan winters, I know that I would not be happy living in Canadian winters.
You bring up some interesting thoughts about the phrases using winter terms, but as someone who has lived in TX and FL, I can tell you that the same terms are used there as well. Perhaps we could blame Canadian snowbirds for words and phrases being used so much in FL, but what about TX? Hmmm.
What an interesting survey. The results are expected in some ways and suprising in others.
The 2 people who you highlighted as answering "other" to the question "Which aspect do you think is most critical in creating a successful poem?" expressed rather similar thoughts.
One said: A good poem is not JUST playing with words.
The other: Is the work coming from the heart or the head?
If your survey is still live, perhaps we can get some newbies to participate.
That's a wonderful story with a moral. Honesty really is important.
I wondered how this would end up as I read. I figured that the others had to be lying, because they appeared to all have different kinds of plants and trees. Surely the CEO would have given them all the same seeds.
I found this on the public reviews page. Like that reviewer, I agree that this sounds like a true story.
My mother wished for grandbabies from the moment I got back from the honeymoon. Thankfully that didn't happen because my spouse was an abuser.
But when I was 31, and my sisters were 18 and 25, within days, we all called mom to let her know that we were pregnant. (2nd marriage for me.) Soon my brother joined in the baby adventure. In the span of about 8 years, the 4 of us provided the folks with 11 grandchildren. As the oldest with the biggest baby and having a C-section, I had only one.
Reading your work of heart reminded of what fun we all had. Now, the 3 oldest grandchildren are 40 years old and our parents are gone.
It seems that every year less and less attention is given to the National Day of Prayer. I remember when it was important to all of us, before career politicians of both persuasions decided that dividing us was to their advantage.
You said, " I will pray for each member of Congress to be the example God had intended when He chose them to legislate our country. And I will pray for each of us to follow the example of a loving and forgiving God."
Those are good prayers throughout the year, not only on that one day in May.
I enjoyed reading your poem aloud, the only way to read poetry. Sure, there are a few places where I might tweak a word or two to make it flow better/differently, but over all it's a good read.
Particularly your last two verses.
The frozen world of absent sun,
Barren artic, an icy plight,
Relief from darkness, there is none,
Fear the true color of the night.
We presume every day of life,
To curse the darkness, curse the light,
In the end, we'll all face death's knife,
And fear the true color of the night.
I'm so glad that the "Read and review" button brought me here. I love the month of June. By then the weather is great. It's the month of Father's Day and Flag Day. Flag Day was my dad's birthday. And my mother used to bust out with a Kate Smith type of "June is busting out all over!" Thanks for the memories.
I hope that you are enjoying the anniversary festivities.
Wow. I graduated from high school in 1970, and I can honestly say that I have never heard of Tower of Power. I just went to YouTube to confirm that I wasn't just being forgetful. Nope. Never heard them. That's so weird. The band was good.
Grandma always said that we should strive to learn something new every day. Thanks for the education.
You described rather well what most of us have seen about baby Christians, and the progression onto attendance without participation. The Monday after my son graduated from confirmation classes and joined our church, he showed up at the pastor's office to ask about what ministry he could participate in. He took his vow of membership, promising his time, talents and treasure very seriously. I've seen adults do the very same thing.
Your portfolio shows that you have continued to share your faith since this was posted. Well done.
Thanks for sharing this sentry. As I understand it, this poetic form has the same number of syllables as a haiku, but is about human foibles. Is being alone a foible? Or is being lonely?
I hope that you are enjoying the anniversary festivities.
Well done. Your piece could certainly be about a physical fog outside. I've been in and through some that were quite frightening. I also seem to remember my son playing a video game way back in the 90s with scary fog.
But there is also the frightening mind fog, something that many of us with fibromyalgia have experienced and the kind that my parents faced with Alzheimer's and dementia.
Thanks for sharing.
Hope that you are enjoying the anniversary festivities.
What a beautiful story. Even though the priate was turned into a fox, it appeared that he had made the best of it by taking a wife and having little foxes.
Isn't it amazing how we all write stories about children being able to hear talking animals fairies or leprechauns? Is it because we might have heard them when we were children?
What is it about people today not wanting to use capital letters or punctuation? The only poet who I have enjoyed who sometimes chooses to eliminate capital letters is E. E. Cummings. But if you read about him, even he did not always leave out capitals.
I have to admit that your poem confused me. As I read it aloud, I realized that it was going to take a few more attempts to have it make sense. That's okay. Some abstract art is difficult to understand as well.
What a fun promposal you created. I was not expecting that happy ending.
As I read about your characters and their interesting choices in footwear, hair coloring and clothing made me stop and try to imagine each and every one of them.
Thanks for making my mind stretch.
Blessings,
Kenzie
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