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Tomorrow

What happens when tomorrow never comes
Do we cry for loss of purpose?
Or do our tears tell the truth
That without another tomorrow
We shall be alone, once more
Without love, hope or salvation
And our path towards the light
Fades into damnation
As we fear the night
And we fear ourselves
And the weakness we behold
As we are alone
Growing tired getting old
Our memories make our future
What will we be?
What shall we hear and what are we to be or see
Perhaps emptiness again
What happens if tomorrow never comes
Guess we will just have to await our fate
And don’t question the question
Just accept we are what and where and when
We are
Alone again a part of the great unknown
Or apart from the great unknown
I will tell you when I know
Maybe tomorrow

 

When your best friend, is a dog…

When your best friend, is a dog…

We are surrounded by humans, everywhere we go, there they are, walking, talking, eating, laughing, crying and sometimes shouting. So why do some of us choose to be far away from the noise and energy of the human, as they scurry around, busying themselves with their important day to day routines.
Perhaps, I am of that age or maybe, my background had alienated me from the company of these often sedentary creatures, who appear to have lost sight of ‘why they are alive’ and ‘what purpose do they serve’, who too easily imagine false gods and pray to the fattened golden calf of greed and self importance.
Maybe, my memories are so scarred by pain, that I run away from the human form rather than run towards them, open armed and full of trust and love, hoping for something in return, perhaps something that I am missing can be found by mating with the female of this species, or maybe the hope that I can find lost love or happiness in joining in, drinking myself into a coma, so I just fit in.
No I found my happiness and it wasn’t in the female form or the company of men. I found my contentment and dare I say happiness, with the company of a dog or in my case, several dogs, who I rescued, perhaps a throw back from my days in my cold and barren children’s home. I wanted and needed to rescue and rescue I did, not only five wonderful animals. I also rescued myself, as I found that link to love, affection, companionship, protection, protected, or more importantly, a true friend, who needed me for no other reason, except my company, my loyal support, to be fed and walked twice daily. To sleep in quiet and safe surroundings, far from the fear of attack and abuse, a home with an alpha male, to rest their weary head on when tired of the day and to know that this alpha male will protect and love to the point that they will allow you your freedom from pain or illness when the pain becomes too much. Knowing that this small gift is a decision that has broken many a human beings soul and the pain of having to say goodbye to a loyal friend, who in all their years have never once, said a bad thing about you, or had a single bad thought about you and would happily jump through fire to be next to you.
I am glad, no I am happy, that my best friend is a dog, or in my case, five dogs, three of which I have had to put to sleep and the very memory of those moments still hang clutching at my heart, five rescued dogs who, no one cared for, who in return loved me more than any human could, because in a humans eyes, I have too many faults, but in a dogs eyes, I have none…
I wrote this poem about a moment last year when I had without one of the best days of my life,far from the madding crowd,,its simply called Little Bear & Bigfoot

In the peaceful woods
I sit
Bluebells
Reach to catch the rays
Of the sun
Silently caressing
The air
We sit together
I smile
Peace never came easy
But here, today
I am surrounded
So quiet
I hear the stream
As she trickles by
I am in love
Please don’t leave me
Alone
I have been there before
Never want to be alone anymore
My shadows
I love you.

Kim Wheeler 23 May 15

 

Karen Ford opens up about one Black woman’s thoughts on issues of the day

My dear departed friend, Eyvonne, used to tell the story of being in the grocery store one morning when a man walked up to her and said “Girl, you remind me of fried chicken and watermelon.”

 

Saved

Rain

Saved Poetry:

Weeks of calm temper suddenly ended,
paranoia, speed, because a broken promise
passed from lying lips.
It struck me silent for a deathly moment
a foolish frozen smile, sideways eyes
stuck on hate. Stomach bile bubbling.
That was the time to halt, turn around,
breathe deep, sit down, lie down, sleep,
envision deceit as cotton candy
dissolving on a child’s tongue.
It was not easy turning lies to mush
and I struggled with conscience and revenge.
If not for the knowledge of higher reciprocal things
there might be a sticky pool of dizzying self-indulgence
and a mind exiled from its mental country.

(If you would like to read more poetry like Saved by Alice Shapiro and her book “Life” check out www.totalrecallpress.com or amazon.com.)

 

The Stone Mountain Deer

I’ve never seen anything like it before or since. It’s a sight to look at.

Now, as amazin’ as that mountain was, there was somethin’ just as amazin’ that lived on it. A big buck deer with the biggest rack on his head that anybody had ever seen. Those that had seen it said it was as big as a rockin’ chair.

I asked some of the local folks why nobody hadn’t shot that buck and put that trophy on their wall. They said that many had tried, but none had been successful. They said they had decided that it was impossible to shoot that buck because he was too fast. He had a trail about halfway up that mountain that he ran round on. When somebody came to hunt him, he would start runnin’ around the mountain so fast that it took two people to see him. One had to say, “Here he comes.” And the other had to say, “There he goes.” They had tried every way in the world to shoot him, but none worked. If you tried to shoot straight at the mountain, he’d be gone before you could pull the trigger. Some had thought they could line up with the trail and shoot at him as he ran by. They tried that, but he would outrun the bullet and go on around the mountain while the bullet went straight on out into space. There just wasn’t any way to kill that deer.

Well, y’all know how I love to hunt deer, and I’ve killed my share. I just knew there had to be some way to get that buck. So I had them take me out there so I could see for myself. Everything they said was true. That deer was so fast that when he started runmn’ around that mountain, you couldn’t even see him the first few times around. You knew he was comin’ by ’cause you could hear the clippity clop of his hooves on that granite. After a few trips, you could see somethin’ go by, but you couldn’t make out that it was a deer. It was just sort of a brown flash as he went by.

I walked around and studied the situation for a while, and decided that the only chance you’d have of hittin’ that buck would be to get the bullet to follow the same trajectory as the deer. Since the mountain was completely round, I measured the degree of its curve. Then, I took my rifle to a gunsmith and had him bend the barrel that many degrees to the left, since that buck always ran in a counterclockwise direction.

It took me a coupla days to get this done. By this time a whole bunch of people had heard about what I was doin’, so they all came out to see how my plan would work. I got my gun all set up. I wedged the barrel in a tree fork and scotched it steady once I got it in line with the curve of the mountain. I was ready. Before long, that buck came by. As one hollered, “Here he comes,” I started to pull the trigger. The gun fired just as the other fellow yelled, “There he goes.” And in an instant, both deer and bullet were gone around the mountain.
In a few minutes we heard the deer come by again, but we didn’t hear just the sound of his hooves on the granite. What we heard was: “Clippity clop, Zing.”

The “Zing” was the bullet following the deer. This went on for several trips.

“Clippity clop, Zing.”
“Chppity clop, Zing.”
“Clippity clop, Zing.”

Before long, he began to slow down so we could see the flash as he went by. We could still hear the “Zing,” so we knew the bullet was still after him.

After a little while, he’d slowed down so that you could barely make him out and the “Zing” was still there.

Finally, he slowed down so that you could really see him. He was a fine specimen of a deer. He was stretched out with his head back and that big rack sort of layin’ on his shoulders. And then, I saw the bullet. It was about ten feet behind him and it was workin’ so hard to keep up, until drops of sweat as big as the end of your finger were fallin’ off it.

 

Karen Ford

Karen Ford has been a freelance journalist over 20 years and written for a number of local, national and international publications including the Chicago Tribune, Chicago Parent magazine, the Citizen Newspapers, Screen Magazine and Lutheran Woman Today. Her corporate clients have included the University of Illinois, the Chicago Labor Education Project, the Illinois Business Development Authority and the Women in Business Yellow Pages. She has written political ad copy for several local and county candidates and co-authored the book “Get That Cutie in Commercials.” She lives in Chicago with her husband.

 

Jonny Plumb and the Battle for Earth

Jonny Plumb and the Battle for Earth

Jonny Plumb and the Battle for Earth book are written by a famous author Kim Wheeler.

Jonny tried to shout ‘HELP’ to the sleeping Legion and Legend, but there was only silence as Jonny’s voice was lost. As Jonny got closer and closer to the dark metal grill in the ceiling he felt a cold chill all over his body and then a smell so evil he almost choked.
‘Jonny please, Jonny please,’ Isobel begged.
Isobel’s innocent voice suddenly turned into that of a cackling and evil entity that screamed…
‘Keep away!’
Jonny’s face was now directly under the dark metal grill and the stench was so overpowering Jonny thought he would pass out. He struggled to push himself away from the ceiling but his body seemed rigid with paralysis, unable to move anything but his head. Jonny’s body rose the few inches until his nose was touching the ice cold dark and insipidly gloomy grill.
Jonny began to shake uncontrollably with absolute fear and terror as beads of sweat trickled down his face, which then made a quiet, ‘thump, thump, thump,’ as they hit the softness of Jonny’s bed. Legend and Legion slept on blissfully unaware of the torment Jonny was suffering in his wide-awake nightmare.
‘I love you, Jonny Plumb,’ Isobel whispered.
Then suddenly and without warning, Isobel’s face appeared behind the dark metal grill making Jonny jump out of his skin. The beads of ice cold sweat continued to drip effortlessly on to the softness of Jonny’s bed, ‘thump, thump, thump,’ as they hit the pristine white sheet.
Isobel’s normally beautiful, fair and delicate skin suddenly began to darken; cracks appeared around her soft mouth and beautiful eyes. Isobel’s nose began to bleed as green and purple pus oozed out of her mouth and slowly dripped onto Jonny’s face.
Jonny reached, again and again, his body caught in spasms of absolute fear. He watched as the girl of his dreams slowly transformed from the most beautiful girl in his world into the most hideous, vile creature he had ever seen. Isobel’s hair had now turned from a shiny chestnut brown into dying grey. Crawling amongst it, bloated maggots emerged from her skull, chewing and munching at the living flesh.
Using every ounce of his strength Jonny tried to scream, but still, his voice stayed silent. Jonny desperately tried, again and again, to free him-self from this all powerful force that held his body against the ceiling.
Isobel’s once beautiful face was now unrecognizable. Her face now green and purple, enormous pus filled slashes suddenly opened down her once pristine cheeks. Isobel began to smile, her teeth morphed into razor blades and her once pink tongue, flicked in and out of her swollen with sores pus filled mouth, like a snake as it tastes the air of its next victim.
Suddenly, she screamed at the top of her voice like a raging banshee.
‘Jonny Plumb, you are mine, mine forever, mine, until the end of time.’
Isobel then clamped her rotting, razor blade teeth onto the metal bars, as her rotten breath of death enveloped Jonny’s face. The bloated maggots dropped from her evil foul stinking mouth into Jonny’s. Slowly, ever so slowly she began to rip the bars apart, bit by bit the ear screeching terror got closer and closer until her crooked, bent, pus filled nose touched Jonny’s.
‘OH MY GOD, HELP ME,’ Jonny screamed, as he, at last, found his voice.
Jonny turned his face from side to side desperately trying to move his face from the death breath and hideous vision before him. The invisible powerful force just pushed it back but this time even closer to the hideous hag’s pus filled and achingly ugly face in front of him, as it cackled.
A gnarled hand suddenly reached out of the darkness and grabbed Jonny’s head. Silently and with an unstoppable force it began to drag Jonny into the cold darkness of the attic.
‘OH MY GOD, PLEASE GOD, PLEASE SAVE ME,’ Jonny screamed out in terror, as he felt his head being dragged into the dark coldness of the attic, while the once beautiful Isobel screamed repeatedly,
‘Today, you are going to die; you are going to die, today, in hell.’
Jonny still sweating and shaking with fear suddenly realised that his body was beginning to fall. Slowly his head emerged from the darkness of the attic, further and further away from the foul stench of death and the hideous face grinning inanely at him. Blood, pus and maggots continued to fall towards him.
Jonny kept falling in slow motion, sweat pouring from his entire body. Silently Jonny landed on to his bed with a thump.
‘Jonny, wake up, Jonny, you must wake up,’ a soft voice whispered.
Jonny tried to open his eyes but there was something covering them. He reached up tentatively and felt the warm soft fur of Pod and then felt the soft breaths of Legion and Legend nuzzling up to him.
‘It’s ok now, Jonny, it’s all over,’ the reassuring chocolate melting voice of Nanny Carole whispered, her beautiful scent filling Jonny’s nostrils.
Jonny opened his eyes and looked directly towards the ceiling, then nervously and silently he scanned the entire bedroom ceiling looking for the dark metal grill.
‘What on earth were you dreaming about, Jonny? You woke the entire house up,’ Legion asked.
‘It was horrible, just horrible,’ Jonny stuttered.
‘What was?’ Carole gently asked as she stroked Jonny’s face.
‘The face, the face behind the grill in the ceiling,’ Jonny replied in near hysteria.
Legend, Legion and Nanny Carole all looked up towards the ceiling where Jonny was now pointing.
‘There, it was there, believe me, I saw it and, and Isobel was trapped behind the grill and had changed into a hideous witch,’ Jonny stuttered.
‘But there’s nothing there, Jonny,’ all three repeated together.
‘Guess you have just had a horrible nightmare,’ Nanny Carole said gently.
‘Yes, I guess so,’ Jonny replied still looking shaken, ‘I guess so.’
‘There’s someone at the front door, Jonny, asking for you,’ Nanny Carole said while she tidied Jonny’s room and straightened the bedclothes.
‘Who’s at the front door?’ Jonny asked still uncertain about the nightmare he had just woken up from.

 

Jonny Plumb and City of Amaranta

Jonny Plumb and City of Amaranta

Jonny Plumb and City of Amaranta book is very popular book.

‘Goodnight Dad,’ Jonny replied. With Legion and Legend by his side, he disappeared up the stairs and stopped off to run a nice hot bath. Within a few seconds he dived in with his customary style and panache and replaced the Golden Globe in its hiding place deep in the underwater world of his bath tub.
As he swam back to the surface of his bath water, he was greeted by his Sea Life friends, ‘Hi Jonny! How were the pyramids?’ Sloppy Botty asked.
‘Busy – but guess what? There’s a lost city under the pyramids.’ Jonny said while grabbing the soap.
‘Who lives there then?’ Wall Eyed Wally asked as he climbed up onto the top of Jonny’s head.
‘Dunno,’ Jonny replied.
‘So, how long have the Dunno been living there then?’ Sloppy Botty
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asked.
‘No! They’re not called the Dunno, you strange fish,’ Jonny replied laughing.
‘So what are they called then?’ Squelch asked as she also climbed up onto Jonny’s shoulder.
‘Der! He just told you they are called the Dunno,’ Sloppy Botty replied, diving in and out of the bath water.
‘No, you silly sausage. I said I DONT KNOW.’
‘So, did you see the lost city then?’ Wall Eyed Wally asked.
‘Nope. We couldn’t land safely as there were hordes of people around so we’re going back another time. Well, actually next weekend at midnight.’
‘Then will you go to the lost city of the Dunno?’ Sloppy Botty asked.
‘Well, that’s the idea but there’s a curse and, unless we can unlock the code to the curse, we won’t see anything, especially a lost city,’ Jonny replied.
‘Jonny, Jonny come quick! The Golden Globe is flashing,’ Stench shouted. He grabbed Jonny by his feet and unceremoniously dragged him under the beautiful tranquil turquoise waters just in time to hear Cosmos’ explanation.
‘Jonny, to enter the lost city and get past the evil dark forces, you must first repeat the first four lines of the prayer that you recited when you first arrived at Pashoo. When you have recited these words, then – and only then – can you enter the great Sphinx and the lost city.’
‘What’s the name of the lost city?’ Jonny asked while trying to remember the words to the only prayer he knew.
‘The name of the city is Amaranta,’ Cosmos replied.
‘The flower that never fades,’ Jonny said quietly.
‘Yes, Jonny, that is correct. Now do you remember your prayer?’
Jonny thought for a second and then began to recite, ‘Oh thou from whom the breath of life comes.’
‘No Jonny. Not in English. In Aramaic.’
‘Ooooops,’ Jonny replied. He thought for a second and then recited, ‘Abwun, D’bwaschmaja, Nethkadasch, Tete Malkuthach.’
‘Perfect Jonny. Just perfect. Now you are ready.’

The Golden Globe ceased flashing and Jonny swam to the surface just in time to hear his Father say from behind the bathroom door, ‘Jonny I just phoned Isobel’s parents. Sadly, she’s not allowed to come and stay next weekend. Sorry old boy. Bit harsh I know, but perhaps another time.’
‘Oh, ok,’ Jonny replied trying not to feel too disappointed.
‘Who’s Isobel and where were you taking her?’ Sloppy Botty asked as he let rip a real steamer of a parp.
‘Well, Isobel is a friend,’ Jonny replied sheepishly.
‘Girlfriend, Jonny?’ Squelch butted in.
‘Jonny’s got a girlfriend! Jonny’s got a girlfriend!’ Carcuss, Stench and Harpoon all shouted out together.
‘I was going to take her to see the pyramids and the lost city,’ Jonny replied.
‘Lost city? Lost city?’ all the Sea Life enquired.
‘How do you lose a city?’ Sloppy Botty asked.
‘No one’s lost the city, you strange fish. It’s just that no one’s ever seen it.’
‘Then how do you know it’s lost if no one’s ever seen it? Strange human,’ Sloppy Botty said smugly.
‘Because, strange fish with the smelly bottom, I was told by Cosmos.’
‘Ner-ner-ner-ner-na. I was told by Cosmos, Ner-ner-ner-ner-na,’ Sloppy Botty said sarcastically.
‘Well, Isobel can’t come so I’m going to go tonight by myself,’ Jonny replied.
‘Can we come? Can we come? Pleeeeeeeeeeease’ all the Sea Life pleaded.
‘Can you walk on dry land? Can you see in the dark? Can you climb a pyramid?’ Jonny asked.
‘I can!’ Legs shouted.
‘Legs, you can’t even catch up when we swim and you certainly couldn’t climb a pyramid, whatever a pyramid is,’ Stench replied laughing and then asked ‘actually, what is a pyramid?’
‘Well, when I return I’ll tell you,’ Jonny said as he dived down to the Golden Globe.
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‘Jonny, you must never ever go anywhere alone. Is that understood?’ Cosmos said quite angrily as Jonny reached the Golden Globe.
‘Ok, I hear you Cosmos. I will go this weekend then.’
‘So, what is a pyramid?’ Stench asked again.

Jonny Plumb and the Silver Space Ship

jonny plumb and the silver space ship

Jonny plumb and the silver space ship is a very popular book.

Jonny plumb and the silver space ship book start from Jonny. Jonny sat back and relaxed into the world’s most comfortable almost invisible chair. Legion and Legend, his ever faithful dogs, were at his side. Jonny watched with a tear in his eye as his little blue world slowly disappeared from view. He closed his eyes and pondered what was going to happen next when PAL, the spaceship computer, spoke.
‘Jonny, we are currently traveling at the speed of light, which as you know is?’
‘One hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second,’ Jonny replied but had absolutely no idea how he knew.
‘Well, ok, then Clever Trevor,’ PAL said sarcastically. ‘So how long will it take to cover twenty eight thousand light years then?’
Jonny hesitated as his brain began the calculations.
‘Well, it takes one second to travel one hundred and eighty thousand miles. I then time that by sixty, which is er, er, ten million eight hundred thousand miles in one minute. So then I times that again by sixty and that equals six thousand, four hundred and eighty million miles in one hour. I then time that by twenty four and er, er, er…it’s very fast.’
‘Nice try Jonny, but sadly not the correct answer,’ PAL replied smugly.
‘Well then Mr. Smarty Pants, what is the answer?’ Jonny asked.
‘Not telling you, ner, ner, ner, ner, na,’ PAL replied childishly, ‘but to be honest Jonny it doesn’t really matter because…’ PAL paused for a second, and then continued…‘Because we are already there.’
‘What?’ What?’ How can that be? We’ve only been gone a few moments,’ Jonny replied in stunned amazement.
Jonny jumped up from the world’s most comfortable almost invisible chair as the floor of the Silver Flying Arrow Space Ship became trans-parent. He stood open mouthed as he stared out at the most amazingly beautiful, outrageously stunning, jaw dropping, pants wetting, hair raising, knee knocking, botty parping, nose running, head banging, eyes spinning sight he had ever seen.
‘This, Jonny, is the Sombrero Galaxy,’ PAL stated as if he was introducing Jonny to royalty. Jonny stood transfixed, gasped and then stuttered.
‘Oh my God, it’s beautiful!’ His little legs shook as he tried to take in the entirety of the view. Legion and Legend stood next to Jonny as he gently placed his small hands on their vast muscular backs to steady himself. A tear fell out of his eye and hung silently in space as he said, ‘I feel like I know this place, but I don’t understand how I could possibly know it PAL.’
‘It will all become clear in time my son,’ a deep booming voice spoke from nowhere. Jonny gripped the black-as-midnight fur on Legion and Legend’s back.
‘Father, Father is that you?’ Jonny asked, as his wobbly knees knocked together.
‘Yes my son, this is your Father Spirit speaking. Your Mother Cheroo is here with me and wants to say something.’
‘Hello my darling son, welcome home.’ Her voice was so soft, even softer and gentler than that of Nanny Carole’s. Suddenly, a thousand images and memories rushed through Jonny’s head.
Jonny marvelled open-jawed at the sight of the silvery white disc full of billions and billions of giant suns, stars, moons, planets, auroras, and nebulas.
PAL started to explain all about the Sombrero Galaxy. ‘It is a spiral galaxy, fifty thousand light years from one side to the other, with a mass equivalent to eight hundred billion suns. The Sombrero Galaxy gets its name from its unusually brilliant light or bulbous core. This core contains over two thousand globular clusters, ten times as many as orbit Earth’s galaxy, and at its heart the Sombrero Galaxy harbours a massive Black Hole.’
Jonny started to giggle and then spurted out, ‘I know something else that has a massive black hole – Sloppy Botty.’
PAL ignored Jonny’s childish humour and continued explaining all about the Sombrero Galaxy, with its mass of a billion suns and the fact
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that, unbeknown to humans, it has nine moons.
Jonny, wasn’t listening as he was too busy curled up laughing on the pure white floor of the Silver Flying Arrow Space Ship.
Legion and Legend looked at each other and both tut-tutted while raising their eyebrows and went back to sleep.
PAL tried desperately to get Jonny to have his very first – actually, the only ever intergalactic space lesson.
Jonny finally stopped giggling while wiping the tears from his face and sitting back in the world’s most comfortable almost invisible chair. He leaned back and said, ‘Sorry about that PAL, but it’s probably best not to mention that again’
‘Ok, where were we?’ PAL asked the still smirking Jonny, ‘Ahh yes, right, I remember,’ PAL continued.
‘Unbeknown to humans, the Sombrero Galaxy has nine orbiting planets, which I may add, Jonny, you will have to visit. They are called, Bodha, which is the Planet of knowledge. Boddhi, the Planet of enlightenment. Suddha, the pure Planet. Jala, made entirely of the finest and purest water in the known universe. Turya, the Planet of deep sleep. Krodha, the Planet of anger and rage. Yajna, the Planet of sacrifice. You won’t like that one Jonny – Mithya, the Planet of falseness. Then finally, the last one you will visit before you go to Pashoo, is Tattvam, the Planet of reality. Do you understand Jonny?’
‘Yes,’ Jonny replied quietly. ‘I have to go to each planet to learn its secrets, and when I have achieved that, I can then go back to my home planet of Pashoo.’
‘Yes, that is correct, but not forgetting after Pashoo, you return to Earth.’
‘How long will all that take PAL?’ Jonny asked with slight fear and trepidation in his voice.
‘Oh about one hundred years,’ PAL replied calmly.
‘WHAT! I’ll be an old man before I return to Earth!’ Jonny shouted.
‘No Jonny, there will be no change, except that you will be one with the universe,’ PAL replied reassuringly.
‘But one hundred years, that will take, well, one hundred years,’ Jonny replied.

 

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She hardly knows me
yet she sleeps.

Years ago your hand hovered
a heart’s space from mine—
you hardly knew me . . .

The cat sleeps while
I trace years, patterns:
swinging wrecker balls
bridges touching islands
as memory of your hand
hovers
against my skin.

(For more poetry by Carlene Tejada’s “Blue Pearls” go to www.totalrecallpress.com or amazon.com.)

 

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