Just for Fun

The open sky stretched from sand to horizon and the riders advanced on the oasis.  An extrasensory dimension of reality opened up where phenomena existed, but could not be detected unless you gave in to the mystical experience.  The eye of Ra watched constantly as the sword of Damocles hung over his head tied with a Gordian knot.  King Arthur’s helmet Goswhit, lay dented and rusting on the ground, stripped of all its precious jewels.  The black veil of Isis was uncovered and it revealed a message, “I am all that has been, that is, that shall be, and none among mortals has yet dared to raise my veil”, oops somebody must have goofed up.

Gabriel blew his horn to announce Judgment Day, and Arnold Schwarzenegger claimed that he would be back, but he sank into the abyss.  The shroud of Turin was shrouded in mystery as Harry Potter predicted when he found the Philosopher’s stone.  Asmodeus stole Solomon’s ring and threw it into the sea.  Steppenwolf took Aladdin’s carpet out for a ride, while Puff the magic dragon got high with Robert De Niro.  I have seen fire and I have seen rain, but I never saw a chariot on fire go up to heaven.  David Bowie changed his name, but he still kept Davy Jones locker.  An avalanche stopped the Orient Express dead in its tracks and the Book of Thoth was missing.

The following is not meant to be insensitive!

Hoo, my contagious one, contagious one
When you gonna kill them all, corona?
Hoo, you make my fever run, my head spun
Body aches, difficulty breathing, corona

Never gonna stop, won’t wear a mask, such a hassle
I won’t social distance, instead we should wrastle
My, my, my, aye-aye, woo!

M-m-m-my corona

Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to spread disease, corona
Keepin’ it a mystery, no one can see
Runnin’ all over the town, corona

Never gonna stop, won’t wear a mask, such a hassle
I won’t social distance, instead we should wrastle
My, my, my, aye-aye, woo!

M-m-m-my corona
M-m-m-my corona (Yeah!)

When you gonna give to me, g-give to me
Is it just a matter of time, corona?
Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny
Will you disappear like Trump said, corona?

Never gonna stop, won’t wear a mask, such a hassle
I won’t social distance, instead we should wrastle
My, my, my, aye-aye, woo!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, woo!

M-m-m-my corona
M-m-m-my corona
M-m-m-my corona
M-m-m-my corona

Hoooooo-ohhh, my corona
Hoooooo-ohhh, my corona
Hoooooo-ohhh, my corona

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.

Ding Dong Treasure

Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing.  This shop had true antiques, items that were at least 100 years old, not collectibles or other trendy vintage items like some of the so-called antique shops have.  Jaime had been hopping from one antique store to the next, till he finally got his hands on his dream piece, which he figured would be worth more than he paid for it, making it a sweet deal.  It looked to be in working order and it was within his budget and since the early bird gets the worm, he knew that he should act fast.

Jaime had made mistakes in the past buying stuff that he thought looked good, only to end up disappointed when he brought the items home and they fell apart, but now he had learned the ropes and he would not make those types of errors again.  Jaime realized that being armed with the proper information and having a keen eye would prevent him from making any more blunders.  Jamie was a collector of ephemera, what most people consider to be tomorrow’s garbage, but he liked stuff that was scarce, unique items that had cultural and historical significance, especially old out of print books with illustrations.

Jaime knew that he hit the jackpot when he spotted this signed first edition poem The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe that was published in 1849.  Poe was paid fifteen dollars for his work, and since this poem was published posthumously in the magazine Sartain’s Union, this may be the only signed copy in existence, making it a truly valuable treasure.  It was also published in Horace Greeley’s the New York Daily Tribune newspaper on the front page of its October 17, 1849 issue as “Poe’s Last Poem”.

The Bells is composed of four stanzas of increasing length and is a showcase of onomatopoeia, alliteration, repetition, and assonance.  The first stanza, a study of merry sleigh bells, is followed by a stanza on joyous wedding bells.  The third stanza is a cacophony of roaring alarm bells, while the final stanza dwells upon the sullen, rhythmic tolling of funeral bells.  As the poem progresses, each part becomes darker and darker moving from light, bubbly happiness to sadness, fear, and misery.  The creatures (ghouls) that are ringing the funeral bells are delighted by the sound and the misery they are creating.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.

Les Misérables

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes

This scene happens at the end of Les Mis.  A few scenes back, Jean Valjean was dying and he died with Cosette, his adopted daughter, and Marius, his now son-in law, by his side.  The spirit of Fantine appeared thanking him for raising Cosette.  Marius thanked Valjean for saving his life at the barricade and seeing her adopted father die, Cosette was quite devastated.

The sad part is that Jean Valjean died on the night of Cosette’s wedding and by the end, Cosette and Marius have lost everyone that meant something to them except for each other.  Once Valjean dies, the spirit of Fantine escorts him to heaven and at the entrance the bishop welcomes him.  Valjean lived his entire life through the example the bishop showed him.  That is why he agreed to raise Cosette, why he turned himself in when an innocent man was believed to be Valjean, why he was able to forgive Javert and why he went to the barricades to rescue Marius.  All of Valjean’s actions makes his redemption feel so strong in the end.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.

Wuhan Lab

Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.  We should have never been messing around with this deadly stuff in the first place.  We were working with bats, collecting and testing samples from wild bats and eventually identifying them as the source of the pathogen.  I can’t count how many dark caves I was in, but it was a lot as my co-workers had given me the title of “Bat Woman”.  I was searching for a SARS-like virus in bats that had the potential to jump directly to humans and resisted treatments used against SARS.  My brother was bit on the neck by one of those nasty blood sucking bats and I wanted to save his life and I was way more than knee deep into this and I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than a cure.

My brother was very sick within a day after being bit, but he was cooperative and he let us draw all the blood that we needed from him for testing purposes.  Our lab was set up for containment and we had all the necessary Personal Protective Equipment that we needed to block anything from escaping, or at least we thought that we did.  With all of the lab workers hidden under gowns, gloves and masks, it looked like we were getting ready to pull off a heist.  Someone dropped a vial of infected blood on the floor and we were under the assumption, that if we cleaned up the spill and disinfected the area, that we would all be safe.  We were wrong as the infected blood seeped into the air ventilation system like a tidal wave and everything was infected and we were all going to die.  My brother could no longer talk but he was able to scribble down some words on a scrap of paper which read, “This is a punishment from nature, for us acting without using our noggin”.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Heist, for the Daily Spur prompt – Assumption, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Block, for May Writing Prompts – Knee deep, for Ragtag Community – Settle, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Scribble Draw Scrap, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write – Title and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Noggin.

Total Bliss

I gave up on feeling brave a long time ago.  I am going to wear a mask when I go outside from now on, as it may not look very presidential, but I don’t want to risk getting sick again.  Did you know that the Beatles song ‘Ticket to Ride’ is a reference to the medical card that German prostitutes carried around to prove they were clean?

My only interest lies in the warm, fuzzy feeling that engulfs me post-coitus, when I get the afterglow effect, which lingers on to provide me enduring romantic satisfaction that is both attractive and infectious.  Excuse me for not being more timid about my feelings, but the fact is that orgasms are beneficial for health and stress relief.  God commanded me to love my neighbor and I felt an intensely pleasurable response to the sexual stimulation that we engaged in, as it allowed me to experience a pleasurable release of built-up tensions, and as this explosion of sensation took over my body, bordering on the ecstatic, I finally felt a wave of warmth, peace, and relaxation set in.  That was when I heard His voice saying, “Behold, as your king, I want to restore all the love and life and joy and glory and power that sex is meant to have, and although sex should be reserved for a man and a woman in a committed, monogamous marriage for a lifetime, however it never hurts to get in some practice.”

Formal sex education and instruction about birth control and other aspects of sexual health in the U.S. is on the decline.  Sex should be about two bodies being joined together, but many people who are looking to add some sparkle to their sex life are turning to crystal sex toys, because they think that since they come from the Earth, that they are connecting them back to something that is natural, and this is going to help them get in touch with their bodies.  Love can be messy and if you have ever eaten a ripe peach in summer, and felt the sticky juice drip on your fingers and wrists, you can understand why this fruit has long represented female genitalia, because of the explosion of juices which makes it an outlet for desire.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Behold, for the Daily Spur prompt – Voice, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan Hughes, for FOWC with Fandango – Fact, for May Writing Prompts – The afterglow effect, for Ragtag Community – Relief, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Excuse Timid More, for Rachel Poli Time To Write: Random Words 18 – Formal Crystal Peach and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – King.

Old Man of the Sea

Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea.  He was a lover of boats and ships and sailing and he told stories about explorers, shipwrecks and people drowning.  His friends called him the old man of the sea, but his real name was Ulysses.  He met Princess Nausicaa of the Phaeacians, after he was shipwrecked and he washed up on a beach on the island of Scheria, which is off the coast of Epirus.  He had been battling Poseidon’s storm for three days sailing through tremendous waves, which threatened to crush him, and he finally was able to steer his ship near the river’s mouth, but by that time he was exhausted and he fell overboard.  He looked very frightening to the princess and her maidens, as they were very surprised to see a wild naked man while they were washing the linen of the royal household.  He looked like, a storm-tossed wanderer, shabby, unkempt, in a tattered state from being washed ashore, as the rocks and waves had covered his whole body in seaweed.

Nausicaa saw to it that her maidens cleaned up the poor pathetic man with the water that was in the cisterns, and she ordered her attendants to give him clothing, as she thought that nobody needed to see his naked body parts flailing around everywhere.  His skin was bruised from being scrapped along the rocks, so they rubbed him with olive-oil, which made him glisten.  The clothing made him look more presentable, being in more worthy shape to Nausicaa.  She enjoyed gazing at his comely personage, and now that he was dressed, she thought he might be a king, or some type of hero.  The princess secretly wished that the gods would be pleased to give her such a husband, but she did not want to pay too much attention to him, fearing that gossip that would spread.  He thought it was nice being on dry land and being treated well by a princess, but the sea was calling him and he had a wife that he wanted to get back to.  The Phaeacians gave him a miraculous ship and when he prepared to sail away, the Princess stopped by to wish him good luck on his journey back home.  He said, “I will never fail to worship you all the rest of my days.  For it was you, lady, who gave me back my life.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.

Dream the Impossible

“Screw you, lover boy”, was the last words that I heard from her.  She couldn’t do what I asked her to do and she couldn’t face the fact that our marriage had failed, because she only liked the missionary position.  Then I met Jane who told me that I could screw her any time I wanted and she would take me around the world so much that it would make my head spin.  She was a unicorn with a rare talent for kinky acts who could think outside the box and make love feel really special.  Those were the days and Jane surely knew how to take care of me.  It seems impossible, but just 3 days after we met, my heart was filled with devotion for her.  I didn’t ever want to lose Jane and I knew that I had to act quickly, so we took a vacation to the romantic island of Maui, Hawaii.  I was having the best time of my life till I ate that Puffer fish at the luau, which was poison.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Devotion, for the Daily Spur prompt – Make, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Impossible, for February Writing Prompts – Those were the days, for Ragtag Community – Vacation, for Teresa Grabs Daily Writing Rodeo Round-Up Prompt – where we are asked to feature a character with a strange talent that someone falls in love (or out of love) with, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Heart Poison Care, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompt – Special and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Quickly.

Don’t Ease Me In

The wind cut into his skin and grey skies pressed down on the rotting town, but at least he was home.  The guy had been “all night long coming home”, so he probably did a lot of drinking with his friends and even though he is back home now, he is not ready to end the party.  On September 28, 1939, legendary jazz pianist and composer Jelly Roll Morton played ‘Don’t You Leave Me Here’ for Alan Lomax, which is very similar to the Texas Ragtime song ‘Don’t Leave Me Here (Don’t Ease Me In)’ that was recorded by Henry Thomas in 1928.  On several songs, Thomas accompanied himself on guitar and on quills, a folk instrument fabricated from cane reeds.  The instrument is similar in sound to the zampoña, used by musicians in Peru and Bolivia.  His legacy is sustained by four songs. ‘Fishin’ Blues’ which was covered by Taj Mahal and The Lovin’ Spoonful.  ‘Bull Doze Blues’ which was recorded by Canned Heat with new lyrics, and retitled ‘Goin’ Up The Country’ and ‘Honey Won’t You Allow Me One More Chance’ which was covered by Bob Dylan as ‘Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance’.  His song ‘Don’t Ease Me In’ was covered by the Grateful Dead.  Henry Thomas made a series of recordings from 1927 to 1929, before he decided to retire from music.

Tracing the origins of old songs can get confusing and lead to chaos, as in the chorus of the Henry Thomas song, he sings “I’m Alabama bound”, which can be traced back to a 1910 instrumental single by Prince’s Orchestra that was written by John J. Puderer and Robert Hoffman.  Adding to the confusion, Trixie Smith recorded ‘Railroad Blues’ in 1925 and that song contains the lyrics “I’m Alabama bound”.  The song ‘Alabama Bound’ was a hit for Papa Charlie Jackson in the mid 20s, & in different forms found its way into the repertoire of such diverse artists as Jelly Roll Morton & Leadbelly.  In an interview with Alan Lomax, Jelly Roll Morton claimed to have written the song ‘Alabama Bound’ in 1905 which he recorded in 1939 as ‘Don’t You Leave Me Here’ claiming that he made the song up when he was in the Alabama barrel house circuit.  A bar where whiskey is served straight from the barrel is called a barrelhouse.  Add a piano and you’ve got yourself a party.  The barrelhouses of the rural South were rough wooden shacks where the African American laborer community gathered to drink and dance at the edge of small towns and levee camps.  I can’t dance.  No really, I can’t.  Please stop asking.  I am glad we got that settled.

What is this song about, do the lyrics have any significance?  To ease is to make milder or less severe, to relieve or assuage one’s grief or pain.  He “was standing at the corner Talking to Miss Brown” and when he “turned around, She was way cross town”, but she was probably not up to any type of treachery or involved in any conspiracy, she just knew how to jet away.  He is out with a dollar in his hand “looking for a woman”, even though he has one at home that is “sweet and true”.  Some people just can’t be trusted, as when you turn your back and they steal pickles and maybe this guy was the pickle thief from La La Land.  His girl brings him coffee and tea which are both wet and probably quenched his thirst after a long night of drinking.  I am sure that she would have given him a beet, if he asked for that, as they are packed with essential vitamins, minerals and plant compounds, some of which have medicinal properties, but maybe he did not like beets, thinking that they taste like tar.

Don’t ease, don’t ease
Don’t ease me in
I’ve been all night long coming home
Don’t ease me in
I was standing at the corner
Talking to Miss Brown
Well I turned around, sweet moma
She was way cross town
So I’m walking down the street
With a dollar in my hand
I’ve been looking for a woman, sweet moma
Ain’t got no man
The girl I love
She’s sweet and true
You know the dress she wears, sweet moma
It’s pink and blue
She brings me coffee
You know she brings me tea
She brings ‘bout every damn thing
But the jailhouse key

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Assuage, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Beet, for Normal Happenings Daily Inkling prompt – I Can’t Dance. No Really, I Can’t. Please Stop Asking, for the Daily Spur prompt – Significance, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Conspiracy, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – La La Land, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – Chaos, for January Writing Prompts – The pickle thief, for Ragtag Community – Retire, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Wet Tar Jet and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Community.

Astigmatism

The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes.  The long and short arrows pointed left and right, up and down as the ophthalmologist measured the curvature of the front of her cornea by using a non-invasive medical imaging technique to map the surface curvature of the outer structure of her eye.  The test determined that her vision is blurred because her cornea (the clear front cover of her eye) is irregularly shaped, but she also had cataracts.  Jade was a popular blogger who wrote poetry and she also enjoyed the sound of music, participating in Song Lyric Sunday and the MM Music challenge every other Friday.  There was a vast wonderland out there and jade was missing some of it because of her vision, so she decided to schedule the surgery.

With the surgery and the new lenses implanted, she would be able to spot familiar faces again, drive her car with more confidence even if there was rain.  Jade had been making a lot of typos on her posts and after the operation, she hoped to cut down on these five finger fiascoes.  Jade wanted to dive into this new story about Mother Nature wanting to strike back against the fossil fuel companies who were ruining the Earth.  Jade knew that Global Warming was not false and she was embracing the impeachment process against Trump and she would shout, “Hurray”, when he was gone for good.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Vast, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Dive, for the Daily Spur prompt – Rain, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan prompt – The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes, for FOWC with Fandango – False, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – The sound of music, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – Jade, for January Writing Prompts – Five finger fiascoes, for Ragtag Community – Wonderland, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #118 prompt, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Story Popular Strike and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Hurray.

Unwanted Present

“That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen.”  “Well I can’t take it back, as I got it at a garage sale and it was marked as is and anyway, I did not get it for you”, responded Debbie, Jack’s wife.  “I figured you could give it to your brother George, because last year he gave us each one of those stupid Solar Powered Air Fan Cooled Baseball Hats, which was the dumbest gift ever and this is payback and the year before that, he gave us that shower radio, which broke a week after we got it.  I wouldn’t wear that thing to a dog show and the one time that I did put it on my head in the backyard, the breeze knocked out my contact lens.”  Jack said, “Yea that is the perfect gift for my idiot brother.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.