Age nine-----------
A change of mine,
Happy Birthday dear,
Say, hello to fear.

"House of Wax"
These are the facts
Clearly stated.

The movie was x-rated
-Or should have been.
(Were they even rated back then?)

A museum was filled
With people who were killed.

Husbands and wives,
Couldn't keep their lives
He'd kill them with knife or ax
Then they'd be dipped into wax!
Like candle wicks.
Later propped up with sticks
For all to view,
None of you had a clue...

Now, he is coming after me,
It is too dark to see.
Shadows crawl
On the wall……………..
Underneath the bed I hide
Soon I'll die.

by Jackie

Summer in the South

The sun blazes, the car steering wheel is hard to touch,
Some days it's so hot an egg will fry on asphalt,
Barefoot children run fast across blistering sands,
Hoping to avoid the pain of burnt feet,
Droplets of sweat, stream down backs and sting eyes.
The sun quickly hides behind clouds, blackening the skies
Gentle rain becomes a torrential downpour
Lightening lights the sky from bottom to top
Thunder vibrates the window panes,
Winds shear the tops out of large pine trees,
After the rain little toads appear from no where
To splash in mud puddles,
Red birds, sparrows and blue jays play.
The sun reappears, everything is clean and brighter.
Blackberries grow wild in fields; it pays to watch your step
Rattle snakes like to hide in their vines,
Mosquitoes swarm everywhere in search of warm blood.
Trucks loudly pass, ineffectually streaming pesticide,
The sweet stench of it fills my nose.
Lawns and flowers flourish, green and rose,
Marigolds and honey suckle scents float in the air.
The season's culinary fair consists of vegetables, fresh
Boiled peanuts, watermelons and green plums
Someone usually has vine ripened tomatoes to share
I hate to say goodbye to the summertime.

The South in winter

Of winter I have less to say, but more to remember,
It is a short, fickle period of time
As late as December air conditioners can still whine.
The number of cold days can be counted on one hand.
Shelters have to advertise to let people know
They can come there to get out of the cold.
Everyone gets so excited at the word snow,
But no one can drive in it so cars slide to and fro
Morning frost colors the ground white
Car windshields are coated with ice.
A big event is when the fair comes to town.
The usual rides can be found there; like the Ferris wheel
And meals are consumed of cotton candy and elephant ears
On the last day of the fair, as if scheduled
The first chill of winter appears.
Then there's the holiday season with its songs,
I'm ready for the end of it by the time winter's gone.

 

 

 

Thankful Thoughts?
Well, let me see
The first thing that comes to mind
I am free to stay on land or set out to sea
In my cupboard there's plenty of food to eat
Even A few bottles of wine for a special treat
When it is cold outside I stay warm
The roof over my head keeps me out of a storm.

When Thanksgiving comes I won't mind dining alone
I'll sit and eat with my friends on TV
Which brings me to another blessing,
I can still see!
I could list many more
But, I don't want to be a bore
The last thing I'd like to say
To you all is
Have a happy holliday.

Outside in the yard
Birds twitter and chirp
Down in my hand
Palm lines run long and deep

In my imagination
I scheme of my future
And there is the realization

I will persevere

I will share

I will admire

Nothing is pitiful
Nothing is ludicrous

I live, I love

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She is persistent
I wake up cold as ice
Yesterday it was six. Now,
It is seven!
Holy cow, next it will be eleven!
Woof, woof, woof
Animal orientation
Time to get up
Time to go
She barks, "don't be so slow "

Dogs have no sense of time. Do "they"
Know of Pavlov's bell
Tinkle, Tinkle
Every day
Reflects a new wrinkle
Tax, tax, tax
These are the facts
"They" speak using words
Of which I am familiar.
Cha Ching, Cha Ching,

Who changes the time?
White Collars
Men in black
Women in red
It isn't the loss, but the lack
Of Gain that they dread
Clang, Clang, Clang

Naysayer Gloom
Too many old folks
From the Baby Boom
Why are they still here?
Why are they living so long?

Have you heard the song?
And all that jive
Medicine,
Is keeping them alive?
Ding a ling, ding a ling

The sin of my youth
Is forgiven
Here is the win- win
Raise prices
Increase stress
Take away their medicine
Give them no rest
Play that bugle for them
Dumb ta dum, dum ta dum, dum ta dum

I think I could turn and live with animals,

           they're so placid and self-contained:

I stand and look at them long and long.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition;

They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;

They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;

Not one is dissatisfied--not one is demented with the

           mania of owning things;

Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived

           thousands of years ago;

Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole

           earth.