Bookworm

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Little bookworm cocooned away

With just the written page

But it is there – like a butterfly

That imagination can happily play

 

Sweet bookworms everywhere

When you emerge from your world of ink

Please share with us your insights deep

Tell us what you thing

 

Padre

 

“Circled and Squared”

people sitting on chair in front of table while holding pens during daytime

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Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week is to write a poem which uses synonyms for circled and squared.  I went with the cinquain form and the idea of circling around an issue (circled) when what is needed is coming to see things eye-to-eye (squared).

 

Beating
Around the bush
Won’t get us anywhere
Resolution needs to be found
Declared

 

Padre

Box To Build (ABP 7)

Water, Raindrops, Raining, Wet, Liquid, Splashing

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Beams to cut

Pitch to boil

A box to build

A God-sent toil

 

Upon ground

As dry as sand

A vessel to construct

On water-less land

 

Nevertheless – my sons and me

Will follow the divine instruction

Build the ark and the animals feed

Before all by rain – faces destruction

 

Padre

 

Genesis 6

 

August Bible Poem 7

 

 

 

 

Garden (ABP 6)

Pathway, Path, Pink Tulips, Tulips

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A space enclosed – attended

Tamed – yet in its essence wild

Impression of a wilderness

But loving cared for like a child*

These realms of green haven

Illusions designed by our own intent

Of something long lost primeval

A perfection from which we were sent**

 

Padre

 

*Genesis 2:15

**Genesis 3:23-24

 

August Bible Poem 6

dVerse

 

 

 

In Duress Agree

Fire, Pot, Historical, Reenactment, Cauldron, Flame

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Like Nimrod before me – a hunter great

Unmatched by others in my skill

So why then my plate empty

Unable to score a kill?

 

Famished and dropping – I found my way home

My brother stewing lentils – was there

A bowl full from him  – I did command

He said only if my oath – I would swear

 

My birthright he demanded – there from me

In exchange for a mere pot of stew

His conditions – in the face of starvation – sure

I did in duress  – with him – agree

 

Padre

 

Genesis 25:29-34

 

August Bible Poem 3

 

 

That Case (Part 2)

Noir, Evidence, Murder, Offense, Investigation, Police

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“Okay, I know you must have seen the file,” Detective Kowalsky said, “or you wouldn’t be here.”

“Yes, but is there anything you didn’t write?  Any details that you left out, or that seemed out of place, or suspicions you couldn’t substantiate?” Bridges asked.

“More that you want to know,” the old policeman responded followed by a subdued snort.

“Is there something funny?” Bridges asked.

“Not haha funny,” Kowalsky said.

“Come on Curt, what aren’t you telling me?”

“Okay, I’ll take it back to the beginning,” Kowalsky said.

Detective Lieutenant Bridges took out his iPhone and began recording as the old man cleared his throat and sat back on his bed.

“We got a call of a suspected homicide at the old Buttons Bar.  By the time I got there the forensics boys had already tagged everything.  Katherine “Kate” Delano, aged thirty-four was there on the floor.  Her eyes still staring.  Looked like she had tried to phone someone, though no number had been dialed.  She also had a fully loaded pistol.”

“Yeah, I knew about the phone and the gun.  Could someone have phoned her?” Bridges asked.

“Phone company said there were no calls in or out that whole weekend,” Kowalsky replied.  “Her prints were on the receiver though, and on the gun.  On the silencer too, for that matter.”

“Silencer?” Bridges questioned.

“I thought you would have noticed it in the photos. Our Ms. Delano was anything but ‘sugar and spice.’  I still have never worked out why she didn’t shoot or if she just didn’t see it coming.  She was known to be crack shot, and not just on the range – though we were never able to pin anything on her.”

“Snuck up on from behind?” Bridges suggested.

“Doesn’t fit the crime scene, she was aiming at something,” the older cop replied.

“So assailant was known to her?”

“It’s possible, but she didn’t seem to be the trusting type,” Kowalsky observed.  “Whatever the case though, there wasn’t a mark on her body.  Not so much as a print or stray hair.  But she was dead enough.  Coroner said it was like she was frozen to death, but not hypothermia.  Her heart was frozen.  Not a heart-attack – her damn heart was like a block of ice.”

“That’s what I found concerning and it’s why I’ve come to see you.  I’ve got a new ‘unexplained’ in the same neighbourhood, same cause of death, and twenty-five years and just two buildings separating the cases.”

 

(to be continued)

 

Padre

 

Sunday Writing Prompt – Choosing your Context: Concerning

Time Telling

Woman, Middle-Aged, Mischievous, Happy

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If you’re conversing with a lady

And courtship is your quest

And the topic of intentions is muted

Be careful of what you suggest.

 

And if it then arises

That her age – is by you to be guessed

No matter how dainty her tone

Remember it’s really a test.

 

So here is my advice – well reasoned

The thing that you should say –

Start with the figure most likely (like-lay)

Then five years take away.

 

To be safe then subtract yet another –

Year or two or three

She may then accuse you – of trying

To seduce her by mere flattery.

 

But the result – I assure you –

The far better outcome it will be

Than mindlessly blurting out

The age that you think you see.

 

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Harmonica In It

 

Jim Adams‘ challenge this week is to “find a song with a harmonica in it.” I considered writing about the Beatles’ Rocky Raccoon (which I hope someone does), but being a word-person rather than a musician, I went with a song that while without a harmonica accompaniment has the instrument (slang “Harpoon”) mentioned in the lyrics.

Me and Bobby McGee was written by  Kris Kristofferson.  It was posthumously released by Janis Joplin in 1971, and became the second No. 1 single in American chart history to be released after the artist’s death.

The song has been song or covered by Roger Williams, Waylon Jennings, The Grateful Dead, Loretta Lynn, Kenny Rogers and The First Edition, Gordon Lightfoot, Dolly Parton, Olivia Newton-John, Johnny Cash, and Kris Kristofferson.

Lyrics:

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
And I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no no
And, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it
But, I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday
To be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah
But, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin’ good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da da da
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c’mon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGee, yeah
Woo
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Fred L. Foster / Kris Kristofferson
Me and Bobby McGee lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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New Course Bound

Egypt, Man, Bedouin, Desert, Sheep, Hot, People

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Jethro was growing concerned about his son-in-law.  He hadn’t seemed quite himself since he arrived home.  Something must have happened out there, but what?

“Jethro, I need to be away for awhile, and I’m not sure exactly how long,” his son-in-law finally announced.

“Where are you going?” the kindly old man asked.

“Egypt, there is something I need to do there.”

And that was that.  Moses had always been a little different, Jethro supposed.

 

Destiny’s encounter – in the wilderness

A flame divinely kindled found

His past he could no longer suppress

His life’s journey now on a new course bound

 

Padre

 

Exodus 3

 

August Bible Poem 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

That Case (Part 1)

Noir, Evidence, Murder, Offense, Investigation, Police

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Detective Kowalsky starred up from his backgammon board at the man who had just spoken to him.  It wasn’t every day that he received visitors, and never unexpectedly like this.

“Yes, I’m Curtis Kowalsky,” he replied. “Who wants to know?”

“I’m Detective Lieutenant Bridges, and I’d like to ask you about one of your old cases, Detective.”

“Why?  Someone trying to overturn a conviction or something?”

“No Sir, nothing like that.  It’s about one of your ‘unsolveds.’  We have one that’s come up that’s similar,” Bridges replied.

“Which one?” the old detective queried.

“The Delano Case,” the younger policeman responded.

Kowalsky turned pale for a moment, then looked around the day room.  Seeing a nurse he waved her over.

“Milly, be a dear and help me to my room, and don’t start to ramble on about rules, but this man is going to accompany us there.  This is police business.”

Mr. Curt, you know . . . ”

“Not a word of it Milly.  Please, just do what I ask.”

She relented and helped the aged detective into his walking frame, and then escorted him and Bridges to his room.

“A half hour, no more.  Do you understand?” she said.

“Yes -yes an hour!” Kowalsky replied.  “And shut the door behind you.”

Milly shook her head, started to say something, and then departed.

“That case,” Kowalsky said, when she had left. “That case ruined my life.”

“I’m sorry to have to bring it up then, Detective Kowalsky.” Bridges said apologetically.  “It is important to though, I’m afraid.”

“Just call me Curt, and let’s get on with it,” the old man said drawing in a deep breath.

 

Padre

 

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