Correspondent

Newspaper, Article, Journal, Headlines, News, Paper

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The despondent correspondent

Stepped from the briefing room

He had said such mean things to her

When she entered just a moment too soon

 

How could he say it’s all news fake –

And personally attack her journal-ism?

Should she her school and paper defend?

After all she’s only eleven

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Despondent

 

Catch

Fishing Nets, Background, Fishing, Pattern, Desktop

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I’ve seen it all before

But it is not an exact match

How after toiling away at sea

I returned without a catch

 

I have seen it all before

Returning from fishing

Jesus waiting on the shore

But this time no ride wishing

 

I have seen it all before

A miraculous catch of fish in store

But this time of my feelings He did implore

Then the question of love – asked two times more

 

I have seen it all before

He with tasks and goals for me

Despite my failings and sins

My life – Jesus willing to restore

 

Luke 5; John 21

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Catch

 

August Bible Poem 5

This is the fifth of my August Bible Poems. I have set the goal of writing 15 scripture inspired poems in the month of August.  I hope they will touch something in your hearts.

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

 

FOWC with Fandango — Ramble

The Esplanade Escapade

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The Esplanade Gang met in front of the ice cream kiosk at the appointed hour.

“Okay, everyone seems to be here,” A, their leader said.

“Not yet,” C observed. “F is missing.”

“No, I have her on a job,” A responded.  “Okay, you lot know that things have been tight lately with the Lock-down and all.”

“Yeah, hardly even enough to eat,” chubby G piped in.

“Exactly, tourism is down, and so are our pickings,” A observed.  “Well all that is about to change.  We are going to expand our patch and muscle in on the Cliffies’ turf.”

“Is that smart, Boss?” C challenged.

“I thought about that, and as I see it, there is one area that we can move in on that they won’t raise a fuss over.”

“Were’s that?” C asked skeptically.

“The lighthouse,” A announced.

“That place is a fortress,” several objected.

“Yes, but workman have been seen with sandwiches and even chips,” A said with an enticing voice.

“Count me in,” G said immediately.

And so the Lighthouse Escapade was hatched by the gulls of the Esplanade Gang.

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Escapade

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

Pizzazz

Cyrano de Bergerac, a lover behind his words | Euro Cinema ...

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Cyrano had panache –

Pizzazz, repartee, and flair

A swordsman skilled beyond compare

A skill matched by a piercing wit – rare

 

Cyrano had a nose – immense

If Rostand is to be believed

And below a balcony one night

He and Christian – Roxanne deceived

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Pizzazz

 

 

Precious

Treasure Chest, Chest, Jewellery, Open, Lighting

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Precious – the things we hold dear

Precious – the views to which we adhere

What’s precious to you might not be

A thing that’s held as precious – at all by me

You might object and say “What about jewels?”

But they are oft but commercial tools

When was the last time that you ate

A serving of diamonds on your dinner plate?

So is it life’s luxuries that you covet?

Or are necessities  – what you see as above it?

And what about someone – with these things to share?

Now that’s really precious – what you have there!

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Precious

Heritage

Campfire, Outdoor, Fire, Camp, Outdoors

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“Why did you come to our aid, back there at the bridge?” The large-eyed officer asked.

“It was the right thing to do,” Omar responded.  “We aren’t who you think we are; and secondly, we were as much at risk as you were.”

“I suppose you were,” the officer said thoughtfully.  His prisoners definitely didn’t seem to be the hardened mercenaries that they had been reputed to be.  One of them was a teen-aged girl, and she had somehow healed his wound.

“I am going to let you keep hold of your weapons for now, but only on your word that you will not use them against my men.  I will also require you to surrender them again before we get to my headquarters.”

“Thank you,” Omar said, accompanied by the hand gesture common in the Sultanate.

“You know our ways well, and you speak our tongue; though my men find your accent amusing.  How did you learn them?”

“My mother’s mother was a Green-lander, but lived most of her life as a slave of the Ralulee.  My mother was born in the Sultanate.”

“To a Ral?” the officer asked with genuine interest.

“No, she said to a desert tribesman,” Omar responded with the half truth. “I was born in the Kingdom though.  My father was from there.”

“Pardon my questions,” the officer begged. “But was your mother a slave then?  And if so, how did she gain her freedom to marry a Kingdomer?”

“She was born a slave, but her master’s son gave her her freedom, and she travelled to the Capital where she met my father, though they never married.”

“Ah,” said the officer, “Intriguing indeed, but I’m not going to trouble you about your personal affairs any longer.  Get some rest, there is a long ride tomorrow.  And please let your companions know that I thank you all for your aid.”

With that the officer stood and walked into the night.

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Aid