Friday, July 29, 2011

Power's Out To Do List

12 things to do when the power's out.

1. Play hide and go seek.
2. Pretend to be a ninja.
3. Paint yourself with glow in the dark paint. Then knock on your neighbors door to see if they will say anything about it.
4. Build a fire and roast marshmellows.
5. hehe...For Married couples only :D
6. Use a flashlight and put on a shadow show.
7. Sleep.
8. Dance like no one is watching (because they aren't if they can't see you.) could hit unseen objects.
9. Make up scary overdramatic stories and tell them to whoever is with you.
10. Light a bazillion candles, have a picnic of sandwiches.
11. Eat ice cream (you know, so it doesn't melt and all that.)
12. Run around naked...because whose going to know. Just don't get caught when the light's come back on.

Cliche (Cat's out of the bag-Wes H.)

Another poetry prompt...but this time the first line is a cliche. The title is an ode to Wes my former boss who at improv night during our church camp as cliche man could only remember "Cat's out of the bag." He then used this every time he was buzzed in.

My cliche is "zigged when she should have zagged."

Zigged when she should have zagged
was my unspoken thought.
The story of her life
She walked away her shoulders sagged

A tightrope walk on the sharp edge of a knife
truth hidden in night
The broken in spirit
Bitter, wounded, filled with inner strife

If I spoke would she hear it?
What to say to
The one in need
pain's past begin to disinherit?

But by word and deed,
By love given, and
The hand of helping
From all sorrow she was freed

(That was a real stretch there.)


The prompt was to take the last line of a poem that you like and make it the first of yours. I chose "Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas after doing some poetry research since the only poem I could even remember was "The Road not taken"

Rage, rage against the dying of the light
But why fear you the Lord your soul to take
death should no longer give you such fright

For if you are his salt and light
and all your life is lived for his sake
Rejoice for even in death your future is bright

And be awed by the hoped for sight
that pierced hands will someday make
as your heart in your chest grows tight

The enemy no more you will need fight
as his outstretched hand you choose to take
His word alone will cast back the night

Rage, rage against the dying of the light
but not the dying that death will make
Rage, rage against the lost soul's plight

(And I'm pretty sure that's awful poetry, but I'm not a poet and don't I know

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Prompt 4- the shoe fits another foot

Cinderella gasped in astonishment as the shoe slid perfectly on her stepsister’s foot. How? She thought as she leaned against the wall and slid slowly to the floor. Her dreams, her hopes for the future were dashed to the ground. Tears ran down her cheeks as her stepsister squealed with delight and nearly tackled the prince.

“Why so sad, Cindy?” a voice said from next to her followed by a pop and a smack. “You ain’t missing much. Prince Charming, he ain’t so charming. He’s a bit of a player, ya know what I mean, Ellie?”

Cinderella turned to see a young woman with long black hair with streaks of bright pink in a black dress with slits up to her hip, legs covered in fish nets, and black leather boots with long thin heels. “Who are you?” she whispered.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. Dolores is so going to give me demerits for that one. I’m Jemma. You’re old fairy godmother decided to take an early retirement. The fairy godmothers are reorganizing and all that other stuff. Anyway, I’m your new fairy godmother.”

“Oh…” Cindrella said. She didn’t quite know what to think of this new fairy godmother. In fact, Jemma didn’t look much like a fairy godmother at all.

“Look, Cinds, I know the story is that you are suppose to be the one the shoe fits and all that, but I just couldn’t put you through all that. Ol’ Charm has a bit of a problem with being faithful. In fact, you would be out to pasture within days of the wedding. He likes the chase, but not so much the catching. So happily ever after isn’t really happy. So anyway I did a little hocus pocus on your stepsister to make the shoe fit. Those two totally deserve each other.”

“But I thought I was going to get out of this house, away from them,” Cinderella said. “He was my way out.”

“Oh girl, don’t you be doubting your fairy godmother. I’ve got a plan for you. No time to pack and all. Adventure awaits! Bippety boppety boom pow!” Her fairy godmother grinned as she waved her wand and sent Cinderella flying far far away on the greatest adventure of her life. And even though Cinderella didn’t get her happily ever after, she found out that real happiness is something you make for yourself. Besides Charming really did turn out to be a dirtbag and her stepsister lived to be old and miserable. But Cinderella never even gloated.