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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. 
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| I've been looking for a new muse, and wouldn't you know, I got one for Christmas. Leora, my new muse showed up and was eager to inspire. But, after the last guy that applied for the muse position, Norbert Horace Wankenspanker, I was a bit hesitant. She understood, but assured me that she could and would inspire me. Leora said, "If I fail as your muse, just tell me and I'll either find a solution or go on my way. What do you have to lose?" So I agreed and she inspired me to write the following post holiday poem: Post-Christmas 'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house Nobody was moving, 'cept the kids and a mouse. The stocking were strewn all over the floor There was one on the TV, three more on the door, All the kids had grown tired of all their new toys And were fighting and yelling, making way to much noise. Mom yelled from the sofa and threw my ball cap 'Cuzz the ruckus and commotion woke her from her nap. That's when out in the drive I heard a loud clatter And ran to the door to see what was the matter; I toppled my coffee and stepped in some yuk And cursed out a word that rhymes well with truck. The sun hit the snow with all of it's might and The glare was so intense I thought I'd lost my sight, I squinted my eyes so that I could see My ornery old neighbor flipping the finger at me. Then he threw a snowball hard and so quick I didn't get the chance to call him a Dick, As fast as a baseball the snowball did fly And caught me by surprise, right in the thigh. He kept throwing snowballs and calling me names Like this was some kind of a humorous game! One hit the porch light, another the wall Then I stepped on another and started to fall, I slid over the threshold and onto the stair And just for a second, I balanced right there, Then gravity took over and was pulling me down Before I knew it, I was flat on the ground. The driveway was icy and covered in sleet, I found myself sliding right out in the street. I stumbled and slipped, but managed to stand My neighbor was yelling, "This show is quite grand!" Then, what to my dazed eyes should appear? The local police and he was getting quite near. He accused me of drinking and publicly drunk, "You're under arrest you delinquent young punk!" He took me downtown, made me pee in a cup, Inked up my fingers and then locked me up. "You have one phone call." The officer said, But I politely declined and laid down on the bed; It was quiet and peaceful, here in the keep And I finally could get a decent nights sleep. He heard me exclaim as he walked out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!" |
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I think I'd have to call a septic cleaner to flush out my brain after meeting Norb... I'd send you my muse, but I need it (?) more than you do right now. Best wishes for getting a good one!
