Boys of Summer
We welcome you back!
Pick your pitch,
Give it a whack.
Complete the cycle
With a grand slam homerun,
Beat on the Royals
100 to 1.
Pitch lights out then
Turn a double play.
Let’s go Tigers!
It is Opening Day!
Boys of Summer
We welcome you back!
Pick your pitch,
Give it a whack.
Complete the cycle
With a grand slam homerun,
Beat on the Royals
100 to 1.
Pitch lights out then
Turn a double play.
Let’s go Tigers!
It is Opening Day!
SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ “Y”
Yearning
Six months ago today
She drew her last breath.
Her grace and her beauty
Unfazed by her death.
He sees her still
As he gazes into night.
She lingers there waiting
In a beam of moonlight.
Her palm extended
She beckons him come.
He cannot resist her,
His beloved phantom.
In the ray of light
They dance and they laugh,
They love and they sing
Like she had not passed.
But his truth lies where
The sunlight is burning.
His post-twilight visions
Merely a symptom of yearning.
Image courtesy of DeviantArt.com
SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ “V”
Voodoo: One of many incarnations of African-based spiritual folkways rooted in West African Dahomeyan Vodun. Also, my kitty, the one in the featured image.
If you have read my short story titled Cooper the Cat, Voodoo is first introduced there as one of the surprises that Cooper had in store for us. I knew almost immediately after Voodoo was born that we would keep her. She picked me. She was the only kitten that didn’t run from my hand the first time we were allowed to touch them. On the contrary, she clumsily made her way toward it and played with my fingers. She was the runt of the litter. For a while, we weren’t sure she would make it. She was dropper fed for a period of time. Back then her name wasn’t Voodoo. Initially she was “Poe”. It felt a bit like a boy’s name so for a brief time we went with “Rogue” instead. It didn’t really suit her so soon after she got her permanent name, Voodoo. There is a potion popular to Louisiana Voodoo called “cure-all”. Jimson weed (which is highly toxic, so don’t try this at home), sulfur & honey are mixed and poured in a glass, which is rubbed on a black cat before the mixture is slowly sipped. Today our black cat is strong and healthy and a beloved member of the family.
Voodoo
Be wary a woman that kisses one cheek
And upon the other places two.
It is there she leaves her mark
On the victim of her hoodoo.
In your pocket place their hair
To give your foe a pang,
Or turn their picture upside down
And leave it there to hang.
Some advice for the cursed
Take bristles of a ritual hog.
Bear the bundle on your person
To protect you from the fog.
Perhaps not stamped by a hex
You simply lack good fortune.
Obtain a lock of a woman’s hair
And carry it as your talisman.
Image taken by Brian Page.
SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ “Q”
Queen of Quite-a-lot, a poem
She commands we serfs
Honor her reign,
Brimming with hubris,
She’s terribly vane.
She flaunts daddy’s cash
But she never shares.
Spending and carousing
Are her only cares.
The value of a fellow
Lies within his wallet.
A meager man’s name?
She wouldn’t recall it.
She buys her friends
Like she buys her shoes.
Deny her a wish
To light her fuse.
She has two for
Every one you’ve got.
She is, after all,
Queen of Quite-a-lot.
My second Alphabet Challenge inspired “P” post today! Granted Page Poetry is going to pale in comparison to Poe Poetry. However, given that my last name begins with the letter “P” and I write poetry, I couldn’t let Poe have all of the fun. Here are 4 short, individual pieces of Page Prose & Poetry:
Tell me that it is not
a figment of my imagination,
that it is more
than a fantasy.
If you cannot,
don’t wake me.
I rather like this dream.
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I long to be real.
I ache to be seen.
I wish to be more
Than trapped in your dream.
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Flicker of candlelight
In lovers eyes,
Glow of moonlight
On midnight skies,
Echo of starlight
On a placid sea,
You are the light
That illuminates me.
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A flower blooms.
A child cries.
A life is born
As an old man dies.
Life’s not given,
It is a loan.
It’s time we use
But never own.
If you missed my first “P” post from today, I featured my favorite poet/writer, Edgar Allan Poe. Check it out!