Hell, Purgatory, Heaven, Stairs, Path, Lucifer, Lava

Some fear the habanero flames of a sulphur realm below

But cling with all their might to the quicksand mud that around them flows

They see above then the azure sky of day

But the indigo curtain of night fills them with dismay

Pins and needles fill their souls if the word death is but for an instant on the lips

They would rather into the hurricane gale trod

Than enter the gentle breezy space, beyond the pearly gates of God


Paint Chip Poetry Challenge

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Sanctuary Gate

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An Entrance
To Space Divine
Sanctuary Realm
Where Soul-Burdens Unload
Prayer-gate – Splendid – Release
For Those Whose Faithful Pilgrim Feet
Pass Over The Threshold – Hope Awaits
The Entry – Becomes One To Their True Home


The Message

Hans-Dieter Jäger, aka Jon Hunter waited on the embankment across from the Houses of Parliament. He had been operating in London for about a month and his cover as a disabled veteran of the Great War seemed intact, it being true, he having served in the Bavarian Infantry. Though he had lost a leg in that war, he was proud to now once again serve the Fatherland. His English was good, and he had mastered a sound West Country accent. His prosthetic leg also aided in his back story, not to mention its usefulness in concealing messages.

He glanced at his watch and threw a few breadcrumbs onto the coping stones and watched as the gulls and pigeons gathered. It was the perfect way to cover the arrival of the particular pigeon he was expecting.

Sure enough, the bird arrived about ten minutes later. He approached it and removed his instructions from its leg.

He stared in disbelief at the piece of paper which was written in English and merely said “Turn around.” There, Hans-Dieter found himself face to face with a MI5 agent and two policemen.



Lavender Moment

Lavendar, Field, Green, Closeup

Hazy carpet
Scent enriching the air
Majestic lavender perfume
Found there
To brush
To crush or pick
Brings heavenly release
As the violet field yields bliss
For me
Join me
In my journey
Into the place of bloom
And we will share its sweet treasure


Colleen’s challenge is to “Pick a Flower” and using one of the syllabic forms we use, tell us why it is special to you.

The Shooting

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Dylan couldn’t exactly call it the perfect crime, but he was pretty sure he had gotten away with it. He was a known opponent of gun rights, and hadn’t done any real outside activity since high school. Yes, the “soyboy’s soyboy,” wouldn’t be on the radar.

Not only had he used a 30-30 he had found in a cubbyhole in the basement of the house he bought six years ago, but he also knew the previous owner had died of cancer leaving no heirs. He had waited for just the right day too. It was a snowy day which kept most everyone cozy indoors.

He had slipped out of his backdoor into the woods wearing a hoody he had found left on a train a few weeks before, and he thought it would be the perfect disquise as he never wore such things. He had merely scooped it up and put it in his briefcase. It was simple as that.

Once he had made the trees he skirted the area to arrive at his destination. He then fired two rounds into his victim and made his way back into the woods, dragging a blanket he had brought with him to level out any footprints, and he was sure the falling snow would do the rest.

The next day the local news reported that the police were baffled by the crime. They had no idea what the motive was, much less the identity of the perpetrator. Who would shoot two holes into an inflatable clown at the front of a closed daycare centre?

Dylan hated clowns.


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #115

Danke schoen . . . Auf wiedersehen

Jim Adams’ challenge this week is to write about a song that has words that express different ways of saying goodbye. I recently rewatched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off which contained Wayne Newton’s version of Bert Kaempfert’s song Danke Schoen. The version reached number13 on Billboard‘s pop chart, and third on the easy listening chart. It’s place in the 1986 movie was a spring back in the song’s popularity as well. Auf wiedersehen and thank you.


Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen
Thank you for all the joy and pain
Picture shows, second balcony
Was the place we’d meet
Second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen
Save those lies, darling don’t explain
I recall Central Park in fall
How you tore your dress
What a mess, I confess, that’s not all

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen
Thank you for walks down Lover’s Lane
I can see hearts carved on a tree
Letters intertwined for all time
Yours and mine, that was fine

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen
Thank you for seeing me again
Though we go on our separate ways
Still the memory stays for always

My heart says danke schoen
Danke schoen, oh darling, danke schoen
I said thank you for, hmm, seeing me again
Though we go on our separate ways
Still the memory stays for always

My heart says danke schoen
Danke schoen, auf wiedersehen
Danke schoen

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bert Kaempfert / Kurt Schwabach / Milt GablerDanke Schoen lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC



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This is the home of the Buntings

They fly flags to reflect their name

But be careful if you visit

Their friends the Turdman’s

That live down the lane