Posted in Caturday
Featuring Mr Diesel the Frenchie
“Every dog has his day, unless he loses his tail, then he has a weak-end.”
—June Carter Cash (singer)
Alert
I am well rested
Ready to be tested
For my guardedly duties
Like a true snoopy
I am alert
So bring on the world
Posted in Fabulous Friday
“If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday” Noel Coward
Wishing a Fabulous Friday to One and All!
Enjoy
Today
Come
What may
Friday
Saturday
Or even Sunday
Everyday
Can be
A fun day
The setting sun
Mind on stun
Go and
Have some fun!
After all
It’s Friday
So let’s have
A ball!
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder” Floyd Mayweather, Jr.
Boxing Match
The gloves are on
The arena awaits you
From the illusion of winning
Your head is spinning
The chanting getting louder
You’re feeling prouder
The plan was a clean fight
No hitting below the belt
The deal fitting your own self
No more time for flight
The crowd is cheering
You are leering
At the ding of the gong
The fight is on
Dancing around
Pulling punches
No one going down
The referee announces
No one is winning
It is time
To up the ante
The gloves come off
The game now on
You start to scoff
Your mind’s set only on the con
Spitting out words of slander
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
Hair being torn
Nails like thorns
Feeling the scorn
Scratching, screaming
Ending only in
Real blood and tearing
No one is winning
It is time
For plan C
Posted in Freaky Friday
“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair
Smokey Friday
Foggy, cold, damp. Do I need to this list add? Oh why was this weather made to last?
I could not wait to get out of here fast!
Staring, at the bright coloured images on the wall, that moment trying to stall. Memories from the year last, were filling my mind fast. Wondering, was it still possible? Maybe if I let something go?
Thinking, thinking, thinking. One more look outside, and there it was: I had decided.
Running into the bedroom, opening the closet door, taking out my suitcase and quickly, not deciding,
taking out some clothing. Sooner than later, the bag was packed. I had just stuff grabbed and now on my way downstairs, passport in one hand, suitcase in the other. Anything else, I could not be bothered.
Calling the taxi, anticipating, blasting, why I had not thought of this sooner.
Never mind, better later I told myself as the taxi arrived and it I hailed.
The door slammed shut, I was sitting on my butt and on my way, where ever, because here I could not stay: preferably sunshine and sandy beaches, as far as the eye sight reaches….
The End
Posted in Freaky Friday
“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair
Smokey Friday
Smoke, on the water, smoke, on the asphalt, smoke in the air: That is not fair!
Friday was finally here. A time of joy, a time of parties, a time of all the things you could not do during the week, because you had to get up early and that meant going to bed early… see where I am going with this? Yes it was just that time, Friday, the day, freedom begun.
But as most of us may have feared, the weather gods in their great wisdom, had decided our fates to follow an other path. The cold damp outside, just made you want to stay indoors, close the curtains, cover the doors. Light up all the candles… oh this was certainly a scandal!
Continued in part two
Posted in Freaky Friday
“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton,
you may as well make it dance”
George Bernard Shaw
Skeletons in the Closet
I found some skeletons, deep in my closet
I don’t know how they got there, possibly it was a good idea as a deposit
Now, I know this house is old, drafty and has leaky faucets
Yes, and it has caused quite the dent in my wallet
But as you can probably surmise
And imagine my total surprise
When these bones from the past
Out from their hiding splashed
So now, I am sitting on the floor
Carefully watching the door
Hoping to get these bones ridden
To a place safe, secret, away hidden
Unfortunately, at this day and age, I don’t have a time portal
Which could aide me to turn back time and make all normal
Make past things right, to not to run away from the fights
But, now I can only try to hide, that which I once let slide
People in glass houses, should not throw bones
Keep off your microphones and telephones in your own homes
You can never be too sure or safe
So just remember to lock your secrets in a very safe place
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Black as night, sweet as sin” Neil Gaiman
Coffee made me do it!
Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!
Posted in Freaky Friday
“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian
Clockwork Apple
The Clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
By the turning, of the clock
This rhyme was meant to shock
But, there really is no plot
If this was what you thought
And this place was not what you sought
Maybe you’ll say “thanks a lot!”
And feeling quite distraught
Never mind, fear not
Added, a few twists and a knot
But ended with this one shot
Neither story, nor plot
So what!
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Born With Teeth” Kate Mulgrew
It’s About As Funny As A Root Canal
You know
That feeling
Lying
In the chair
Thinking
Life
Is not fair
Staring
At the ceiling
Anticipating
Sweat
Covering
Your skin
Waiting for
The drilling
To begin
The sound
Resonating
In your skull
Totally bound
With feelings
Of dull
Contemplating
An escape
Looking
At the window
Wishing
For a cape
Like a superhero
Flying away
No time
The Dentist
Hovering
Covering
Your eyes
With sunglasses
Working
In a quick pace
Before I
Can plot my
Break
My mind
Wandering to
Molasses?
Am I
Loosing it?
Completely
Sugar
Would be
The last thing
I needed
Mouth
Agape
Drooling
Like an ape
Fooling
Not a chance
In a deep
Trance
Or a drug endused
State
After all
Is done
Wishing
I had
A gun
Somehow
Cooling down
Getting up
Staggering
Reeling
A sick
Feeling
A glance
In the mirror
Spittle
And blood
On my face
Must be
An error
Covering
My head
With a hood
Leaving quickly
No looking
Back
Oh what
A quack
Never mind
It’s all over
Until
Next time
When
You hear
It’s as funny
As A root canal
Time to fear
And run
As fast
As you
Can
Posted in Freaky Friday
“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian
Clockwork Apple
The Apple
If you’ve eaten a red apple
A hold of you it will grapple
There is no use to struggle
For the Evil Queen known to few
Has gotten, a tight hold on you
Rantings Of A Third Kind 