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The Cookie Jar

“Keep away from that!” Warns Grandma

as she shakes her wooden spoon from afar.

I timidly obey and wonder about

the mysterious magical cookie jar.

When I was little I had hoped for cookies and 

lifted its lid when she turned away.

POOF!  I immediately turned into a chicken 

and continued to lay brown eggs for a day.

Since then she’s shared stories of fantastic powers --

enchantment completely unpredictable.

Nevertheless I remain determined to discover
the secrets within Grandma’s magical cookie jar.

Whispers in the Wind

Happy Dark Poetry Wednesday!


She collapses in bewilderment on the grassy hillside.

Gently calling out his name,

she tries to remember the feel of their last embrace

but can only taste blood on her lips.

His gaze meets hers only for a moment

before he turns his back and disappears into the mist;

Their love fades into a spurned memory

as she manages, “I will see your blood on my hands.”

Her soft whisper withdrawn with the wind.

Weekend Rant

Please follow these simple rules of the road while driving your motor vehicle around me:

1.  Be courteous to other drivers.  This means, if you are in the passing lane, and you aren't passing anybody, move your vehicle to the slow lane.  This also means that if someone is pulled over on the side of the road for any reason, you should move your vehicle to the left lane (or at least slow down if you can't switch lanes!)  Also, if you are the asshole who stays in the slow lane when someone is merging onto the highway, either make room for that person or move your slow ass over to a different lane so that person can merge.  Don't forget to move BACK to the slow lane afterwards.

2.  Pedestrians have the right away.  If a pedestrian is at a crosswalk or a walkway, you must stop for them.  1 in 3 drivers do not stop for pedestrians.

3.  Yellow means slow down.  The biggest thing I've noticed about drivers in Colorado is that majority of them like to speed through yellow lights.  So much so, that drivers have started blowing through RED lights.  Uh... does this make anybody else at the intersection really uncomfortable?

Didn't we learn all of these things in driver's ed?  Does a driver from a different state learn different rules?  All I know is that bad drivers are driving me up the wall!

The Gravedigger

Happy Dark Poetry Wednesday!


The coins in his pocket jingle

as he walks from stone to stone.

His footsteps soft upon the ground

gracefully moving like a ladrone.

His hindrance found by a freshly dug grave

beneath an imperial willow tree.

He sets his shovel down beside him

and kneels heavy upon a battered knee.

A distinguished tear tails down his cheek

as he chokes back his sorrow.

The gravedigger says goodbye to his wife

amongst this darkened hollow.

The Cast Away

I fell through a rocky hole in the ground;

Dark with depth, bitter as a catacomb.

Fell from the sky, through deep, lush greens --

Trees as tall as skyscrapers loomed above me.

I landed softly on unspoiled, fertile terrain;

Abundant plants surrounded me, pregnant with life’s reign.

I had arrived in an unused world, yet my footsteps were not companionless,

Elegant creatures greeted me with bouquets of fragrant spring cress.

They asked about my garb, which were in sloven appearance;

They questioned my vehicle, the cause of my interference.

I explained I am as plain as water, never a doctor or lawyer.

I was a simple worker -- caught up in something much larger.

I then closed my eyes and inhaled the rich earth;

Air completely free of corruption, land of pure worth.

This coincidental adventure was contrived by chance.

Now I am a cast away lost in salacious content.

Immortality

Cruel sickness overpowers me like death’s grip
piercing my stomach in rage like a day’s decay
Unhurried time ticks slowly to a halt
my benevolence like defenseless prey.

Succumbing to your handsome presence
I hear your muted whispers in shadows.
I feel your languishing embrace
as we lean against a world so hollow.

Lost in a whirlpool of immanent strife,
My vision tarnished yet I return to you once more.
Defeated in this impetuous life,
Scared of the unknown, a stranger to rapport.

Will you love me until my heart stops its beat?
Or is this conception all a fallacy?
This unrelenting desire to feel complete
refuses to relinquish; Proof of my own immortality.