Not an Easter Story

This was our first date.  I had heard rumors about this girl being a free spirit, but what she did completely shocked me.  When she went into the living room of my parent’s house, she started stripping off her clothes.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  I wondered what the hurry was, as I was interested in having sex with her, but I had never done anything before with a girl that didn’t start out with foreplay, or at the very least some kissing.  I got to witness something that most people don’t get to see, and not only was it was very arousing, I never would have considered that she would ever be comfortable doing this in front of me, or for that matter, that anyone would let me watch them doing this.  To her this was no big deal and she concentrated on getting herself off, while I was completely stunned.  I am sure that she enjoyed being the center of attention while she was putting on this show for me.  I knew that girls did it, but I always thought that this was only done in private.

I was happy that she was revealing another side of herself that she didn’t let other people see, or at least I didn’t think that she was letting everybody watch this.  She laid naked on her back and my eyes were glued to her the whole time, because this was the hottest thing that I ever saw.  She was in a frenzy working up a lather, driving her fingers in as deep as she could bury them.  I dropped my pants and started giving her large breasts the attention that they were craving, before working my way down toward her …, but then it was over as her whole body began squirming around and she started trembling and then she froze, and just like that, she sat up smiled at me and got dressed.  Next time, I will have to be a little bit quicker, so I don’t miss out on all of the fun.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt – Three Senses which is hosted by Sara where she asks us to use one of our three senses, either a smell, a sound or something that we saw to trigger memories that reminds us of our childhood.

Time to Hit the Road

She has a long journey ahead and there is always traffic to consider.  This is the 1960’s and streams of young people are heading for San Francisco, to be in the center of the Flower Power generation, and many girls were wearing flowers in their hair.  The FBI just announced that a record number of 90,000 runaways were headed there in 1967.  They quit school, or stopped working at their jobs, basically following the Timothy Leary philosophy of, “Turn on tune in drop out” getting away from the establishment and leaving the straight society, for a supposed freedom.

One such teenage runaway was Melanie Coe, a pretty 17-year-old blonde the daughter of John and Elsie Coe from Stamford Hill, London.  The schoolgirl seemed to have everything, she owned an Austin 1100 car and she had a wardrobe full of clothes, which were both left behind and her parents couldn’t imagine why she ran away.  The February 27th, 1967 issue of London’s Daily Mail featured an article about her disappearance with the heading “A-Level Girl Dumps Car And Vanishes.”  Coe didn’t go to San Francisco, she briefly rented a flat in Paddington with her boyfriend who worked as a croupier and who she met in a nightclub, and she returned home around 10 days after the newspaper report was published.  Her parents were able to track her down because she told them where her boyfriend worked.  Melanie stated that she left her home because her parents never told her that they loved her.  She reached the end of the road feeling unloved, leaving behind her cushy lifestyle and a couple of confused parents.

Before Melanie left home, she went to a doctor and he said that she was pregnant, but only after she left home.  Her best friend at the time was married to Ritchie Blackmore, so she hid at their house in Holloway Road.  This was the first place her parents came to look, so she ran off with her boyfriend, who was a croupier, although he had been ‘in the motor trade’ like it says in the song.  Her dad called up the newspapers and her picture ended up on the front pages.  He told the story like she must have been kidnapped, because why else would she leave?   They gave her everything fur coats, cars. but she indicated not love.  Once her parents found her, she had an abortion.

Paul McCartney read the newspaper article, and he began to write the song ‘She’s Leaving Home’, which came out on the Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album.  This article gave Paul enough information to create a story line and then make a song out of it.  Years earlier in the fall of 1963, Coe appeared on the pop music TV show Ready Steady Go! in a contest with three other teenage girls that involved miming (lip-synching and dancing) to the Brenda Lee song ‘Let’s Jump The Broomstick’ where Paul was the judge.  He was impressed by contestant No. 4, the 13-year-old Melanie Coe, and he presented her with a Beatles album as her prize.

 

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt hosted by Michael – The End of the Road.

Play Me A Danceable Ode

Paul McCartney and Wings released ‘Getting Closer’ in 1979 on the album Back to the Egg.  The song reached #20 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart.  ‘Getting Closer’ is a blistering power pop song and many people put it in the same class as ‘Band on the Run’.  Back to the Egg was the seventh and final studio album for Wings, as the group imploded after McCartney’s drug bust in Japan for bringing 7.7 ounces of marijuana into the country, which is almost a half a pound.  McCartney was busted on Jan. 16, 1980 at Tokyo’s Narita International Airport he was facing a possible seven-year sentence for drug smuggling.  Paul ended up spending nine days in jail as Inmate No. 22.

After the drug bust, McCartney cancelled all prospective dates for the group and later released his solo album McCartney II, which was his first solo album in ten years.  Any band with an ex-Beatle is always going to be a backing band, so when McCartney’s interest in the group dwindled, Wings dissolved like sugar in tea.  Wings had twelve top-10 singles (including one number one) in the UK and fourteen top 10 singles (including six number ones) in the US.  All 23 singles released by Wings reached the US top 40, and one two-sided hit, ‘Junior’s Farm’/’Sally G’, reached the top 40 with each side.  Of the nine albums released by Wings, all went top 10 in either the UK or the US, with five consecutive albums topping the US charts.  Besides Paul McCartney Wings had Denny Laine, Jimmy McCulloch, and Linda McCartney in the group and they all contributed in songwriting.  Laine, McCulloch, Joe English, and Linda McCartney all performed lead vocals.  Lee Eastman, Linda’s father asked Jack Lawrence to wrote the song ‘Linda’ as an ode to his daughter when she was four and it was recorded by Jan and Dean in 1963.

Say You Don’t Love Him, My Salamander.
Why Do You Need Him?
Oh No, Don’t Answer, Oh No.

I’m Getting Closer,
I’m Getting Closer To Your Heart.

Keeping Ahead Of The Rain On The Road,
Watching My Windscreen Wipers.
Radio Play Me A Danceable Ode,
Cattle Beware Of Snipers.

When Will You See Me, My Salamander?
Now Don’t Try To Tell Me
Oh No, Don’t Answer, Oh No.

Hitting The Chisel And Making A Joint,
Glueing My Fingers Together.
Radio Play Me A Song With A Point,
Sailor Beware Of Weather.
I’m Getting Closer, My Salamander.
Well When Will We Be There?
Ah No, Don’t Answer, Oh No.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt hosted by Michael where we are supposed to write an ode, but I went in a different direction for this prompt.

Hourglass Shape

Female figures are typically narrower at the waist than at the bust and hips.  Women have also been described as having either an hourglass, pear, apple or ruler/banana body shape.  The hourglass body shape has a wide bust, a narrow waist, and wide hips with a similar measurement to that of the bust.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt hosted by Yves where we are supposed to create a shape poem.

Comes a Time

The Covid-19 pandemic has changed everyone’s life and some of us are filled with darkness, or despair because so many of us have suffered a loss.  It is hard to find a bright side in these painful moments, especially since most of us are feeling a deep sense of meaninglessness about all of this senseless death.  Disasters have a way of invalidating the meaning that your life had before things turned dark.  It would be nice if I could emerge out of this with a deeper sense of purpose in my life and transform into the being that I am supposed to be.

It is not just the pandemic; it is also that idiot that we have for a president and his loyal following who seem to think that he is a good guy and they ignore all of his lies, that also upsets me.  I see Trump as being the Dark One, a primordial, sapient, cosmic force of evil in the universe, that only cares about himself.  He is the Dark Lord, a powerful villain and an evil henchman who has a history of speech and actions that have been widely viewed as racist or racially charged.  It seems that he wants to divide our country by inciting hatred, which no president has ever done before.  Racism has been around a long time and the way things are looking now, maybe things will actually change for the better as no particular race is superior or inferior to another, and no person’s social and moral traits are predetermined by their inborn biological characteristics.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt where we are supposed to use the following quote for inspiration, “The Dark Night of the Soul is a purging process that calls us to release all that is unhealed or unnecessary— releasing all that is in the way of our highest good” and this challenge is hosted by Yves.

Trusting as Little as Possible in the Next One

I wrote some nonsense
A bad habit from whence
Couldn’t conjugate the tense
Smelling frankincense
Put in my two cents
Moving forward hence
Gained a false sense
A little bit dense
Got off the fence
About Mike Pence
Very intense
So much suspense
Becoming immense
No need for pretense
Not a sentence
Justice to dispense
Going on offence
Should I offer recompense
Deduct the expense
Try to condense
Consulting Hortence
Poetic license

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Uncontrollable Nonsense” hosted by Yves.

The Punk Test

I read this book when I was young that was about teenage social acceptance and gangs, and in order to get into this one gang, you had to pass the punk test.  This involved letting somebody burn your hand with a lit cigarette.  When I was a Senior in High School, I hung out with a group of these six Freshman girls, who I thought were pretty cool.  I told them about the punk test and they all wanted to be burnt, to prove that they were not punks.

I told them that I was not interested in getting burnt with a cigarette, but they all dared each other and all six of them burnt each other with cigarettes.  It was awful and sometimes I can still smell the burning flesh.  It is amazing what people will do to prove that they are not punks.  I felt bad because if I didn’t tell them this story, then none of them would have done this.  I was the only one to punk out, but I was also the only one not in pain.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Dare” hosted by Yves.

Paragon of Virtue

Julie Andrews always made me smile, especially when she sang ‘My Favorite Things’.

Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells
And schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver-white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “What makes you smile” hosted by Yves.

First Circle of Hell

Limbo is an intermediate place between Heaven and Hell, where unbaptized babies and innocents were thought to be sent, before the church under Pope Benedict XVI abolished this place from their teachings.  Limbo could also refer to the dance competition where you have to go under a horizontal bar with your back to the ground.  There is no punishment in limbo, but are you are deprived of any joy.  No one knows what happens to human souls following death, but almost every religion believes in some type of afterlife, along with hell, the devil and punishment for sinners.  The church wisely decided that people should not be punished for something that they did which is out of their control and is not their own fault, thus they went against what St Augustine concluded about infants who died without baptism in the fifth century.  In the 14th century, the poet Dante described limbo as the “first circle of hell” in The Divine Comedy, where these souls were not punished but grieved because they were separated from God and denied entry to paradise.  Limbo became a more tolerable place of eternal isolation, as compared to purgatory, where sin and defects of soul are purged.

Limbo was on the outer boundary of Hell, just across the River Acheron. Dante arrived at Limbo after boarding Charon and taking control of an Asterian Beast, who was one big bad mama jama.  Limbo is dark, a foreboding place of grand buildings and structures.  On the opposite side of the Citadel of Limbo, near the end of the circle, stood the serpentine fallen King Minos, the Judge of the Damned who captures the damned sinners and hurls them down to their specific circle to meet their eternal punishment.  Minos denies Dante access to any further level and they do battle and Dante manages to kill Minos, by placing his tongue on a torture device which splits his face in half, and then Virgil and Dante continue onto Lust, the second circle of hell.

Sitting here in limbo
But I know it won’t be long
Sitting here in limbo
Like a bird without a song
Well, they’re
Putting up resistance
But I know that my faith
Will lead me on
Sitting here in limbo
Waiting for the dice to roll
Sitting here in limbo
Got some time to search my soul
Well, they’re
Putting up resistance
But I know that my faith
Will lead me on
I don’t know where life will lead me
But I know where I’ve been
I can’t say what life will show me
But I know what I’ve seen
Tried my hand
At love and friendship
But all that is passed and gone
This little boy is moving on
Sitting here in limbo
Waiting for the tide to flow
Sitting here in limbo
Knowing that I have to go
Well, they’re
Putting up resistance
But I know that my faith
Will lead me on
I can’t say what life will show me
But I know what I’ve seen
I can’t say where life will lead me
But I know where I’ve been
Tried my hand
At love and friendship
But all that is passed and gone
This little boy is moving on
Sitting here in limbo
Waiting for the tide to flow
Sitting here in limbo
Knowing that I have to go
Well, they’re
Putting up resistance
But I know that my faith
Will lead me on
Sitting in limbo, sitting in limbo (limbo, limbo, limbo)
Sitting in limbo, sitting in limbo (limbo, limbo, limbo)
Sitting in limbo, sitting in limbo (limbo, limbo, limbo)
Sitting in limbo, limbo, limbo
Sitting in limbo (limbo, limbo, limbo)
Sitting in limbo, limbo, limbo
Limbo, limbo
Sitting in limbo, sitting in limbo (limbo, limbo, limbo)
Sitting in limbo, sitting in limbo (limbo, limbo, limbo)
Don’t know if it’s got to be so
Don’t know if it’s got to be so (limbo, limbo, limbo, limbo))
Sitting in limbo, sitting here in limbo (limbo, limbo, limbo, limbo)
But I know we won’t belong now
I know we won’t belong (limbo, limbo, limbo, limbo)
Hey, yeah (limbo, limbo, limbo, limbo)
Ah ha ha ha ha (limbo, limbo, limbo, limbo)
Ah ah ah ah ha (limbo, limbo, limbo, limbo)
Sitting in limbo, limbo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (limbo, limbo, limbo, limbo)

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Limbo” hosted by Yves.

The Fuss About Karen

Karen is the name that retail workers give to their problem customers.  This person is the divorced mother of three unruly kids and she feels entitled in every store, thus she always finds a reason to speak with the manager, while boasting about how wonderful her kids are.  Karen enjoys voicing her complaints, making demands, and generally being a nag.  Karen buys into MLMs Multi-level marketing which is also called pyramid selling and she spams Facebook all the time trying to pitch the scheme.  Karen is annoying as hell, being an obnoxious, middle-aged white woman and she has short hair and always wears fake acrylic nails.  She has become the butt of many recent jokes like giving out raisins to kids on Halloween.  She drives a Volvo SUV to carpool her kids to soccer practice, and if the ref makes a bad call she will threaten to sue!  Karen loves to use Snapagram, which is basically Instagram and Snapchat mixed together to post her workout selfies and she is also known to sit down with her mom friends at book club and drink lots and lots of wine.

The name Karen might stem from a 2007 bit by Dane Cook called “The Friend Nobody Likes.”  (The friend was named Karen.)  Another explanation is that it comes from the character Karen in the 2004 film Mean Girls, who’s the subject of the popular quote: “Oh my God, Karen, you can’t just ask someone why they’re white.”  It’s even been put forth that Karen comes the even earlier 1990 film Goodfellas, one of whose characters is named Karen.  There are many great women out there named Karen and my sister is one of them, but the name Karen is being gaslighted to make some of these women doubt their own sanity.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Gaslight” hosted by Yves.