I’m anti frantic today which is a wonderful, that man at the department store was really laying on the apple butter; I almost went ape, I’ma married woman you know. At least the ankle-biters are all in school now and I don’t have to deal with their bashears, but I need to beatfeet so I can meet the ladies at church, we’re having some used clothing sale of clothing in good condition to raise bread for the homeless. Some reporter from the paper is here too writing a book and he took my picture by the Reverand’s truck; I wish he’d beatfeet, I’m a busy woman.
Please see Fifties Web here, for all definitions of the fifty’s slang terms used (in bold).
Maryanne frequently found herself on the Greyhound bus travelling here, there, and everywhere. She didn’t understand what triggered the travelling gypsy in her, but she felt when she found what she was searching for, she would finally have a place of her own. She would find a decent job, have a car to drive, and most of all, have people to love in her life.
As if on que, a stray dog yipped and walked out of the alleyway nearby. While she waited an-hour-and-a-half for the bus to Raleigh, Maryanne decided the dog was indeed homeless and picked her up gently. She brought the startled mut on the bus pulling into the station and named her Betsy.
She was Maryanne’s first step towards finding a home.
This could be a seedy hotel sign. This could be a sign at a gas station. The word “service” could and can mean a lot of things, some good and some not so good. But since it is Thanksgiving here in Canada this weekend I thought, the meaning of “Service” should be to help others and be thankful for what we have. As such, these notable quotes from Goodreads reflect these values:
1. “The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something. Don’t wait for good things to happen to you. If you go out and make some good things happen, you will fill the world with hope, you will fill yourself with hope.” – Barrak Obama
2. “At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done; we will be judged by “I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless, and you took me in.” – Mother Teresa
3. ” I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other; not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand; I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.” – Charles de Lint
“When I first think of something sharp, pain comes to mind but then I think of an A sharp or a B sharp. Of course there are sharp turns, sharp angles and “He’s looking sharp.” and let’s not forget, sharp as a tack and look sharp.”
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Not the brightest crayon in the box.
Boxes need opening with sharp knives.
Boxes, trapped in our boxes, locked.
Lock it up tight.
Lock it or else
Else in the morning you’re to blame
Else, you’ll lose your job, what then
Then you don’t know
Then you can’t tell
Tell nothing because
Tell nothing they say
Say you’re not bright
Say you’re a bit dim
Dim as shadow
Dim as a dark room
Rooms, you’ve not one your own
Rooms are nothing, you’re vagrant
Vagrant wandering needs people
Vagrant wandering seeking close
Close enough, no one will steal
Close enough, no one will think
Think you’re more than homeless
Think you’re more than a mistake
Mistaken once, but you’re capable
Mistaken once, but you’re smart
Smart, can you appear that way
Smart, most people aren’t
Aren’t life smart
Aren’t more than book smart
Smart, who cares when you’ve no food
Smart, who cares when you’re so cold
Cold eyes of people staring
Cold hearts of people cracking
Cracking your bubble
Cracking your safety zone
Zone of space around you
Zone of personal space
Space is all around you
Space, there is too much of it
It, means a place you can stay
It is a place called home
Home, needs a job to pay for
Home, lost because you weren’t sharp
Sharp is the knife that cuts in life.
Sharp is the knife that cuts in life.
The Blitz Poem “The Blitz Poem, a poetry form created by Robert Keim. This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow. Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.
The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.
Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47. The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order. There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.”
Please see Shadow Poetry for further information.
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