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I reached slowly to you
you felt my touch
I know you realized then
I loved you so much

I spoke slowly to you
you heard my every line
I know you heard me then
and knew a love like mine

I called slowly to you
you seemed to pause a bit
I know our life came back to you
those years were but a minute

I pleaded softly to you
but did you hear my cry
I know you didn’t then
but felt no reason why

I shovelled softly now
the neighbors must not know
you left me sometime in the night
I don’t know where’d you go.


Written on January 22nd, 1991.



I wrote this while going through a divorce from my first wife.

Newbie here.  I found the short stories forum.  That's a start.  I write only one page stories.  So, they're short. I've rarely shared any of my writings.  This is kind of a first.

SHE WALKS ALONE

She walks alone.  People moving swiftly by her, but not seeing.  The glare of a concrete jungle assaults her senses.  What have we, humans, done to ourselves?

The blanket of night is falling swiftly, filing up empty crevices that hide between the city's structures.  Shadows of the night, twisted shapes, formed by scant street lights, become the living.  A life of secrets, and the unknown.

Safe, she feels safe when she can't be seen, when she can't see.  She feels safe and alive in the darkness.

She walks alone.

Down familiar streets, past now darkened store front windows, with ghostly mannequins distant in their own thoughts.  A car rattles by with its man-made sound of metal, and rubber on a paved road.  She prefers the eerie, but natural sounds of night creatures screeching from alleys, and their rat-a-tatting claws on pavement.  The night is alive.

She hears a baby cry from behind a glowing curtained window, a drunk's roar of sadness, and passionate lovers moaning their song.

She walks on.

The air dampens and whirls around her as she moves nearer the ocean shore.  Waves lap and slam their power in continuous rhythm against the sandy beach.  Seagulls squawk to each other in the unseen distance as if they're squabbling over a midnight snack.

A pier juts out through darkness above the moving darkness beneath it.  A lone light, at the end of the pier, seems as if it's floating high in the sky against a dark background of scattered clouds, and distant stars fighting to be seen.

A single figure stands below it.

He walks alone.

A love story.

https://www.livescience.com/archaeology/...nd-mummies

I have been keeping an eye on all of the anciet artifacts that are being dug up recently. It has been about a  year since anything really interesting has popped up, so I thought I'd go ahead and share this.

• Archaeologists in Egypt have discovered an ancient cemetery that has stone sarcophagi, coptic jars and even a "Book of the Dead" scroll.

We Were But Children


I remember placing the coin down
it was oh so shiny
it reminded of the glint
of her eye when she looked at me
we were but children
but we felt so wise
and grownup
playing our little game of house
we were like adults
She was my wife
and I her husband
she greeted me each day
as I came from pretend-work
she had my supper ready
and mudpies were our whole meal
when we were but children

But us children grew up
I remember thinking new things
and having strange feelings
I remembered her simple ways
I remember liking them
But things change
and I changed
I was always far away
from where I grew up
(where we grew up)
I didn’t see much of you then
but I thought about you
did you think of me
I wonder sometimes
why did things turn out not quite
like we had thought they would
We were but children
I am an adult now
and you
are no longer with me
but as I glance up to the setting sun
I realize it is setting too late
for a part of me will go with it
I search for a disposal to
put my newspaper in
I’m through with it already
I caught your name in the small print
and I can still remember back
when we were but children.


Written on May 6th, 1989.


I most often write my poetry to reflect the mood I'm in at that particular moment.

Yes kids, it's that time of year again! The time when the veil thins and all sorts of energies reach across the breach in an attempt to garner our attention. When they do this it is best to ignore them- they feed off the energy that your interest provides and the more energy they feed off of the stronger they can become and the more exciting (and sometimes frightening) acts some of them can perform- and they might just make themselves at home.

As we approach the full moon (Oct. 28) you may notice an increase in paranormal/interdimensional activity. Currently there are loud popping and snapping noises going off with absolutely no cause all over the apartment and have been increasing in frequency. Things move of their own accord, whispering voices confuse communications- yeah, all of that is happening.

The activity will begin to "die down" when the moon begins to wane. The important thing to remember is unless you wish to invite permanent house guests the best thing you can do is IGNORE the activity, the less energy you feed them the better. Don't even speak of them aloud as it also feeds them. Don't be fooled by "friendly spirits". They are all friendly until they aren't.

Also if you don't have any idea of what you're doing just put the sage, blessed salts and holy water down. Most likely the situation will resolve itself in a few days and you're likely to make a mountain out of a molehill, a scary damned mountain at that!

Thank you for attending my Ted Talk...

Hope I'm doing this right -- my first time new thread.  I just recently moved and came across some of my writings.  I write "one page stories" and some poetry.  I've only previously shared my writings with a small writers group.  This is a huge step for me.  Here goes . . .

WHEN DID I

When did I?
I remember soft skin, a smile, a laugh
Being held, comforted, and soothed
When did I first become aware of being in this world?

Crying, hunger, afraid
A warm suckling, tummy full
Sleepy now, cooing, sounds of a lullaby
When did I first become aware of hunger in my world?

Bright light, warmness on my skin
A blanket on grass, a breeze on my cheek
Laughter and swinging in the park
When did I first become aware of the sun and wind?

Run, skip, hop
Wheels turning, knees pumping peddles
Climbing jungle gyms
When did I discover the usefulness of limbs?

Giggling, running away
A shy smile, and shy eyes
Holding hands, a gentle squeeze
When did I discover young love?

Deep passion, longing
Strength in embrace
Joining together as one
When did I experience true love for the first time?

A feeling of oneness
Energy shared, united
You, me, we, simply are
When did I know all is connected?

Quote:Why I'm divorced

That morning......


I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my husband
would be pleasant and say, 'Happy Birthday,' and possibly have a
small present for me.

As it turned out, he barely said good morning, let alone 'Happy Birthday.

I thought....well, that's marriage for you, but the kids.... they will
remember.

My kids came bouncing down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a word.
So when I left for the office I felt pretty low and somewhat dejected.

As I walked into my office, my handsome boss, Rick, said, 'Good
morning, lady, and by the way Happy Birthday!' It felt a little
better that at least someone had remembered.

I worked until one o'clock, when Rick knocked on my door and said,
'It's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your birthday, what
do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.'

I said, 'Thanks, Rick, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's
go!'

We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. He
chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two
martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.

On the way back to the office, Rick said, 'It's such a beautiful
day...we don't need to go straight back to the office, do we?'

I responded, 'I guess not. What do you have in mind?'

He said, 'Let's drop by my place, it's just around the corner.

After arriving at his house, Rick turned to me and said, 'If you
don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment.

I'll be right back.


'OK.' I nervously replied.

He went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, he came
out carrying a huge birthday cake, followed by my husband, mykids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing 'Happy Birthday.'


And I just sat there...

on the couch....

naked.

Jupiter I

I looked through a telescope once,
and saw Jupiter and four of it’s moons.
It looked so lonely way out there.
I wish I was there.


Written in 1987.

This was originally posted on another site, but I thought it deserved to be rescued from there.

Quote:Yesterday somebody put up a link to the official British citizenship test.
Since there were many native Britons who failed the test, this was obviously "not quite the thing".
So the local darts team and the W.I. have had a joint meeting (at the local, of course), and the result is that I can now offer you a much more realistic test of familiarity with British culture.
Here are the questions in full;

Q1; What is the correct answer to the query "What do you think of the weather?"
a) Not bad for the time of year.
b) I never talk about the weather.
c) I'm looking forward to the cool season.
d) I think it will be disastrous if we don't get more rain soon.

Q2; What is your most likely reaction to the destruction of your house?
a) Ah well, these things are sent to try us.
b) Not another tornado!
c) I knew we shouldn't have built it in an earthquake zone.
d) I hate those Americans and their guided missiles.

Q3; How would you offer support to someone in an emotional crisis?
a) Offer them a nice cup of hot tea, sweet and strong.
b) Give them the number of your favourite psycho-analyst.
c) Report them to the commissars of the local soviet, as possible candidates for re-education.
d) Summon a shaman to drive out the evil spirits.

Q4: What is the normal term for someone who says he has no religion?
a) A member of the Church of England.
b) A goddam atheist.
c) A right-thinking member of the proletariat.
d) A prospective martyr.

Q5; When Bill Shankly said "Some people think it's a matter of life and death, but I can tell you it's a lot more important than that", what was he talking about?
a) Football
b) Making money
c) Politics
d) Religion

Q6; Which of these things would you rather do on a cricket pitch?
a) Make a century before lunch
b) Face an off-spinner bowling in-swingers, on a sticky wicket.
c) Bowl a maiden over in the gully.
d) Give the Ashes back to Australia.

Q7; The fourth verse of the National Anthem calls on God to help Marshall Wade crush which people?
a) Rebellious Scots
b) Insufferable Frenchmen
c) Beastly Germans
d) Smart-aleck Americans


Anyone who gets all the questions right may become an honorary Briton.
This offer is open to all site members (even the French).

Just lame. Now, I am not one to defend a screaming leftist but as we are seeing, if you support Israel in the far left circles, you are now the enemy and might as well be a Trump supporter.

Voice actress says she was fired from YouTube show 'for being Jewish'
Tara Strong was fired from her role after posting her support for Israel in its war against Hamas terrorists

https://thepostmillennial.com/voice-actr...ing-jewish

Quote:Beloved voice actress Tara Strong was fired from her role in the independent animated series "Boxtown" after posting her support for Israel in its war against Hamas terrorists on social media.


On Friday, Strong posted on X, "Just found out on Twitter!" regarding her termination. "This is what happens when you help fans get shows made I guess. Fired for being Jewish. Glad I helped you get your kickstarter money. Please lose my email address & pray for my family in Israel and in Gaza. & #prayforpeace."

Strong had previously written multiple posts slamming the atrocities committed by Hamas terrorists in Israel against civilians on Oct 7. She wrote in one of the posts, "For those who support the actions of #Hamas; when they infiltrate your hometown, on your soil, break into Jewish homes, raping, beheading innocent babies, will you applaud them? Will you wave their flag while they slaughter Christians & Muslims who don’t believe their ideologies?”

In another, she wrote, "World’s gone crazy. People ARGUING online about whether or not the mass raping, shooting & kidnapping of innocent young women from around the world at a music festival is justified! Could happen at ANY music festival! Supporting terrorists empowers them & that’s globally terrifying."