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Posted by: Psyche Feb 28 20, 08:31

Sapphires (short story)

All words used.

festive
wool
wisp
right
brother
write (or wrote)
dream
sparkle
sapphire
thank

The festivities for the last of the sheep's wool shearing were in full swing. Odd wisps of wool were swept away by the Autumn breeze. Right then, my brother wrote a letter home, describing a dream he'd had about sparkling sapphires. He told us that he then bought his girlfriend a sapphire ring for their engagement party. She was delighted, far more than thankful.
We had a double celebration, although my brother and his girl were far away in Britain.

Posted by: Psyche Feb 28 20, 08:38

I hope somebody, such as Merlin, Rhymer, Daniel, etc., take up this old challenge. It's fun.
Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 1 20, 00:34

Sapphire Story

Thankfully, her brother's dream was not something I'd write about. Sapphires are about as festive as a wisp of wool sparkling in the night.

Words used:

thank
brother
dream
write
sapphire
festive
wisp
wool
sparkle
night

Posted by: Psyche Mar 2 20, 18:18

Memory

photos
seaside
green
rascal
sandwiches
motorcycle
Uruguay
hankerchief
mountain
sister

Looking at old photos, I remembered that rascal on a motorcyle roaring along Uruguayan seasides, while all the time my sister was climbing a green mountain, dropping her hankerchief while eating sandwiches. What weird memories!

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 3 20, 11:24

Memory

I have fond recollections of the story my rascal sister shared with me of her recent trip from Brazil. She simply wrapped some sandwiches in her handkerchief and hopped on her boyfriend's motorcycle in the mountains of Morro da Igreja and headed through all the wonderful greenery on her journey to the Uruguay seaside, texting me lovely photos all along the way.

rascal
sister
sandwiches
handkerchief
motorcycle
mountain
green
Uruguay
seaside
photos

Posted by: Psyche Mar 3 20, 13:35

Wonderful, Eric. You used the same 10 words that I proposed. I seem to remember that Lori suggested we change maybe 2 or 3 each time, otherwise it would not progress.
So, when I return, I'll change 3 or 4, what do you think?
You sure make me sweat with some of the words in the other challenges! I sometimes wonder whether they even exist. Never mind, it's fun and we'll have smart brains...lol.
Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 3 20, 13:50

I've had to look up a few of the words... but of course I'm not ERIC! I'm Daniel! … and I'm still wondering who in the world ERIC IS!!! Can't you tell me?

If you want me to change a few words, that's fine. I thought you wanted me to use the same 10.

I'll do whatever you directions say. deLightingly, Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Mar 3 20, 14:45

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 3 20, 15:50 )

I've had to look up a few of the words... but of course I'm not ERIC! I'm Daniel! … and I'm still wondering who in the world ERIC IS!!! Can't you tell me?

If you want me to change a few words, that's fine. I thought you wanted me to use the same 10.

I'll do whatever you directions say. deLightingly, Daniel

Hi Daniel, sorry that you don't know thyself, that's bad according to psychologists.
How about some therapy?

We can change 4 words each time, that way it will progress satisfactorily.
Happy writings!

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 4 20, 05:09

drive
rascal
sister
mountain
sandwiches
picnic
green
flowers
photos
ice cream


As we drove down the road from my old friend Mount Rainier during my last visit to the West Coast, I reflected on the many trips our family had made in our old sedan with one of us kids in the front seat with Mom and Dad, four of us sharing the back seat, one of us stretched out on the floor between the feet of the others and our rascal little sister lying on the shelf behind the back seat. We'd often stopped at Sunshine Point just inside the National Park to start out our day on the mountain, playing in a side stream of the wide river there and eating sandwiches that Mom prepared for us at one of the picnic tables. Then we'd head up the road to Longmire to walk in the fields of warm, bubbling mineral springs. Finally, we'd drive further to the end of the road, Paradise, where we'd walk the trails through the lovely green meadows spread with an array of wild flowers, and Dad would find a clearing where he'd take photos of us seven kids, lined up in order by our ages for posterity. We'd leave the trails and retreat to the Paradise Lodge just before sunset, then head back down the road with Dad eventually pretending that we were out of gas, coasting for several miles to the little gas station and store where he'd fill the gas tank and buy us each an ice cream cone to end the day before we all fell asleep in the car on the 50-mile trip home to our beds.

Posted by: Psyche Mar 6 20, 11:23

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 4 20, 07:09 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 6 20, 19:30

Thank you, my good friend! I'm looking forward to reading your next story!

Posted by: Psyche Mar 10 20, 14:52

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 6 20, 21:30 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 10 20, 23:59

… and here I saved it to the end, hoping to get inspired by YOUR story! LOL

Posted by: Psyche Mar 11 20, 13:37

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 11 20, 01:59 )

Here I am again, just about to enjoy the lovely day. Going walking with a friend, will do some stocking up for horrible virus. We've already got about 10 cases in Argentina, one in our province. He came from Italy, all trips are on hold. We may not even fly to Buenos Aires, let alone Spain and Britain.
Hope to write my story soon.

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 12 20, 03:02

Please take a walk in your green mountains, taking sandwiches in your handkerchief, sister. Perhaps you can get to the seaside to sit down and write at least a brief story and take a few photos. For now stay in Argentina, take precautions by washing your hands regularly and avoid touching MEN (mouth, eyes, nose) with your hands.


green
mountain
sandwiches
handkerchief
sister
seaside
brief
photos
Argentina
washing

Posted by: Psyche Mar 16 20, 17:55

green
mountain
washing
seaside
sandwiches
sister
brief
photos
handkerchief
weeping

I climbed down the green mountain to the seaside. There I met my sister weeping into her handkerchief. I offered her sandwiches, which she ate glumly. After some heart warming, brief conversation, we decided to take some photos of the lovely scenery. I even washed her handkerchief in a nearby brook.

green
mountain
washing
seaside
sandwiches
sister
brief
photos
handkerchief
weeping

Brevity is the...er...forgotten. Ya know...lol.

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 17 20, 03:48

Being brief and changing three words, here is my response to your lovely story:


Washing handkerchiefs in mountain streams will not likely remove viruses, since there's no soap or alcohol in it, and it's so cold. Sometimes it even has some green slime in it! You certainly would not want any of that to be on your hands when you're eating sandwiches, would you? It would be better simply to place the handkerchief in a plastic bag and wash it when you get home, and you and your sister would not end up being quarantined when you arrive. Photos of that experience would not likely produce nostalgia in years to come. Memories would better be exhibited of more pleasant experiences methinks.


washing
handkerchief
mountain
green
sandwiches
sister
quarantine
photos
nostalgia
memories

Posted by: Psyche Mar 17 20, 08:11

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 17 20, 05:48 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 17 20, 15:41

Here's a list of 10 words from your response (which I'll use in my own story):


planet
French
laugh
towel
bathroom
mix
spray
stock
seat
purpose


Some people on the other side of the planet speak French, but I can only understand them when they laugh. and even then only if I'm wearing a towel when they knock on my door because I'd just gotten out of the shower and was going to the bathroom. The porter wants to mix it up with me in conversation, but if he doesn't leave soon I'm likely to spray him... and when I ask him to leave and he stalks off, I end up getting him on the seat. Was that on purpose?

Posted by: Psyche Mar 18 20, 16:43

I've decided to change 6 words, Daniel. More fun. Your input is so funny, no idea whether you put the guy on the seat on purpose! lol.

planet
purpose
pollution
wildlife
gel
mix
glicerine
laugh
clown
hat

Greta Thurnberg, Extinction Rebellion and many other fighters for planet Earth are purposely fighting for all wildlife. Humankind has polluted the seas, skies, lakes, rivers...well, everything.
However, many idiots behave like clowns with top hats, laughing as if nothing is happening.
People who can find glicerine make a mix of it with alcohol, adding some essential oils to protect delicate skin.

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 20 20, 07:17

What clown decided to mix glycerin gel into our food system? What was the purpose? Our planet will be filled with fecal pollution, and the wildlife will laugh at us, seagulls and pigeons pooping on our hats.

Utilized Sylvia's 10 words:

clown
mix
glycerin
gel
purpose
planet
pollution
wildlife
laugh
hat

Posted by: Psyche Mar 21 20, 18:17

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 20 20, 09:17 )

Very funny, delighted Daniel...lol. But you're lazy, didn't substitute 6 words. All the work for me, you bad boy.

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 22 20, 02:39

Complain, complain. I just thought I ought to use all of your words FIRST before setting about the change them!! I'm not lazy! That completed, I've changed three of the words for this little story:

All over the planet mothers are mixing all purpose flour with eggs, milk and other ingredients to create clown pancakes for their children to give them laughs and nutrition. After breakfast, they send the children outside with their hats and coats on, taking the leftovers to feed the birds and other wildlife.


planet
mother
mix
purpose
milk
clown
laugh
nutrition
hat
wildlife

Posted by: Psyche Mar 25 20, 13:42

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 22 20, 04:39 )

Great,Daniel! You can use the words in any order you please. Better if you change more, but there are no rules on that one.

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 26 20, 04:38

Okay, dear. I thought that changing FOUR words would be enough, so here it is. Before we change any more, why don't YOU try using MY TEN WORDS first? Whatcha think?

It was my mother's purpose to head to the store to purchase some bread and milk, but she had a sudden compulsion to abandon our nutrition and began a mission to find toilet paper. Since it was only eight in the morning, she decided to try Walmart, since it was just opening and most to the vultures would not have arrived yet. The store employees had just re-stocked the aisle, so she threw ten packages into her cart and turned to the checkout, laughing out loud. The cashier, however, told her she could only have four packages. Still, she arrived home joyfully... until she realized she'd forgotten the milk and bread.

mother
purpose
purchase
milk
abandon
nutrition
mission
toilet paper
laugh
forget

Posted by: Psyche Mar 26 20, 16:47

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 26 20, 06:38 )

My mother laughed about toilet paper. Her purpose was to use the bidet. She'd forget about nutrition such as milky desserts. I abandoned my mission to reform my family, so I purchased an old gramaphone.

family
gramaphone
ship
London
sadness
Antarctica
forget
purchase
purpose
laugh

I used all your ten words, don't complain! But now I've changed 6. Have a fantastic trip.

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 26 20, 17:45

I had to laugh, because my family couldn't afford a gramophone, so they simply used the gramaphone when grams wasn't talking on it! She liked to call her sister for any purpose in London, and her grandson when she could. He was on a military mission in Antarctica. Sometimes she would forget what she was talking about because of her overwhelming sadness not to be able to see them in person. She always said she just wanted to purchase a ticket and get on a ship to see them.

I used all of your words and then changed five for your next story:

family
perceptive
ship
Timbuctoo
sadness
South Africa
forget
steal
purpose
unintelligible

Posted by: Psyche Mar 29 20, 11:00

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 26 20, 19:45 )

Posted by: Psyche Mar 29 20, 14:33

QUOTE (Psyche @ Mar 29 20, 13:00 )

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 26 20, 19:45 )

I had to laugh, because my family couldn't afford a gramophone, so they simply used the gramaphone when grams wasn't talking on it! She liked to call her sister for any purpose in London, and her grandson when she could. He was on a military mission in Antarctica. Sometimes she would forget what she was talking about because of her overwhelming sadness not to be able to see them in person. She always said she just wanted to purchase a ticket and get on a ship to see them.

I used all of your words and then changed five for your next story:

family
perceptive
ship
Timbuctoo
sadness
South Africa
forget
steal
purpose
unintelligible

Great use of the words, Daniel. You always make me laugh! I'll be returning, gotta have lunch now.

My family boarded a ship to South Africa. Sadly, somebody stole our cellphones. We were so sad that we forgot we'd planned to travel to Timbuctoo. I'm a highly perceptive person, but the purpose of the thieves was unintelligible to me.

family
sadness
forget
steal
purpose
beard
pipe
honney
computer
clouds

There go five new words, Daniel. Looking forward to your wee story.

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 30 20, 16:34

Your ten words, in the order in which they appear in my "story":

family
purpose
steal
honney (your error, not mine!)
beard
clouds
pipe
computer
forget
sadness

There we were, our whole family gathered for but one purpose, to steal away to the funeral service of our great uncle, Honney Hohumm. There he lay with his long beard, eyes in the clouds, a pipe in one had and laptop computer in the other. Who could ever forget such a journey of sadness.

Five changes for your ten words:

purpose
honey
baseboard
pipe
computer
sadness
willful
compunction
graphics
easel

Posted by: Psyche Mar 30 20, 17:52

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 30 20, 18:34 )

purpose
honey
baseboard
pipe
computer
sadness
willful
compunction
graphics
easel

My cousin is a willful person, his only purpose is to raise honeybees. One day, feeling sad, he set up his easel to draw graphics for a proyect he had in mind. There he was, smoking his pipe, when he decided to paint the baseboard bright red. It was a strange compunction but, as I said, he was kinda willy nilly.

Sorry about "honney", you must pardon me. You know I speak "Spanglish". Here I leave you with 5 new words. Good luck!

broom
askew
mug
diploma
curtains
honey
computer
sadness
graphics
purpose

Posted by: JustDaniel Mar 30 20, 23:19

sadness
diploma
purpose
mug
curtains
honey
computer
graphics
askew
broom


I left Tacoma with sadness after I got my HS diploma, but it was my purpose to prepare for ministry in college, so I turned my mug south to Pasadena, the land of gardens (tending some of them was how I paid my way), so it was curtains for the Northwest. A little extra honey on my morning toast I headed to class each morning, in the days before computers and graphics to help us in our studies. Even though I was dedicated to the college, the Dean thought that I was askew, so he took out his broom and swept me to the street, interrupting my education with three weeks before final exams in the first semester of my junior year!


Five of your old words, five new ones:

diploma
intelligence
mug
perspective
curtains
pomegranate
graphics
askew
pedestal
broom

Posted by: Psyche Apr 1 20, 17:31

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Mar 31 20, 01:19 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Apr 1 20, 17:57

This one made you laugh? Hmm... It really happened to me! I was a thousand miles from home with nowhere to go and everything I owned was in my dorm room. I had no transportation except a bicycle, and I had 24 hours to vacate campus with nowhere to go and no way to get there! 12 hours later the Dean found me talking with a member of the 40-some member student body, and he ordered me off the campus!! (12 hours early!)

Two years later, after he'd left the school and was pastoring a little church near Pasco, WA, a man came into his home-office, pulled out a pistol and shot him in the head. Honestly (and I realize, somewhat coldly) I understood the man's rage. He simply did not understand human beings, and it cost him and his family dearly.

If I had not been kicked out of that school I'd have never met my wife.


Love in Light, Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Apr 4 20, 14:37

Oh my, Daniel, what a series of bad and happy times, especially the ending when you met your wife. In Spanish we say "No hay mal que por bien no venga." More or less "There's no evil that hasn't come for a good cause". But shooting people is not included, that's plain evil, whoever the victim. Personally, in my heart I have forgiven everybody, even my first husband, who was a psycopath. I'm sure God forgives people with mental illnesses, they're born and nurtured that way.

How are you coping? Have you gotten your laptop, or are you back home? Wishing you all the best. You and your family are always in my prayers.
Keep safe.

Posted by: JustDaniel Apr 11 20, 02:37

pomegranate
mug
diploma
intelligence
broom
curtains
askew
pedestal
graphics
perspective


With a pomegranate in her mug and with no diploma and little intelligence, the witch mounted her broom and was off on another adventure with an unsuspecting victim. Was it curtains for me? My life is all askew. The woman flew off of her pedestal, leaving me a potential meme complete with graphics. How had I so lost perspective?


Replacing five words, here is your list:

scotch
scissors
mustache
underwear
duct tape
pomegranate
diploma
curtains
graphics
perspective

Posted by: Psyche Apr 11 20, 09:53

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 11 20, 04:37 )

As usual, you've made me laugh. You haven't lost the knack despite your knee. I'll be answering soon, gotta make lunch now. Keep safe and smile.

Posted by: JustDaniel Apr 13 20, 00:54

Looking forward to your answer!!!

Posted by: Psyche Apr 15 20, 11:49

QUOTE (Psyche @ Apr 11 20, 11:53 )

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 11 20, 04:37 )

pomegranate
mug
diploma
intelligence
broom
curtains
askew
pedestal
graphics
perspective


With a pomegranate in her mug and with no diploma and little intelligence, the witch mounted her broom and was off on another adventure with an unsuspecting victim. Was it curtains for me? My life is all askew. The woman flew off of her pedestal, leaving me a potential meme complete with graphics. How had I so lost perspective?


Replacing five words, here is your list:

scotch
scissors
mustache
underwear
duct tape
pomegranate
diploma
curtains
graphics
perspective

As usual, you've made me laugh. You haven't lost the knack despite your knee. I'll be answering soon, gotta make lunch now. Keep safe and smile.

Posted by: JustDaniel Apr 15 20, 19:14

Posted by: Psyche Apr 18 20, 13:20

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 15 20, 21:14 )

Posted by: Psyche Apr 19 20, 14:31

QUOTE (Psyche @ Apr 18 20, 15:20 )

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 15 20, 21:14 )

QUOTE

This guy in his underwear grabbed a pair of scissors and cut down the curtains as well as trimming his mustache. He'd downed a tall glass of scotch with pomegranate, so he'd totally lost perspective and used duct tape to hang his Graphics Diploma in the back shed.

Sylvia's words (in order of their appearance in the story)

duct tape
scotch
juggle
pomegranates
candy
ocean
perspective
graphics
arrow
rhetoric


Can you believe that Sylvia's friend Eric actually duct taped the legs of his underwear and then filled them up with scotch to increase his attention while he juggled pomegranates and candy canes standing at the shore of the Atlantic Ocean? He felt that it would give him a better perspective for developing the necessary graphics for his coming exhibition, where he hoped to plant his rhetorical arrow in the bull's eye with his brilliant presentation.

New Word List (replacing 5 of Sylvia's words):



juggle
candy
ocean
perspective
arrow
sun dial
repercussions
abacus
speedometer
coronavirus

Don't like using coronavirus, Daniel. Hope I can get rid of it asap. Otherwise, you made me laugh, as usual.
Now I'm going to have a power nap, then walk down our deserted earth road, with my daughter and wearing mask and gloves. This slow internet drives me crazy. Are you completely recovered from your surgeries and therapies? Bless you and all of your family, especially your granddaughter, how is she doing?

Posted by: Psyche Apr 19 20, 16:09

QUOTE (Psyche @ Apr 19 20, 16:31 )

QUOTE (Psyche @ Apr 18 20, 15:20 )

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 15 20, 21:14 )

QUOTE

This guy in his underwear grabbed a pair of scissors and cut down the curtains as well as trimming his mustache. He'd downed a tall glass of scotch with pomegranate, so he'd totally lost perspective and used duct tape to hang his Graphics Diploma in the back shed.

Sylvia's words (in order of their appearance in the story)

duct tape
scotch
juggle
pomegranates
candy
ocean
perspective
graphics
arrow
rhetoric


Can you believe that Sylvia's friend Eric actually duct taped the legs of his underwear and then filled them up with scotch to increase his attention while he juggled pomegranates and candy canes standing at the shore of the Atlantic Ocean? He felt that it would give him a better perspective for developing the necessary graphics for his coming exhibition, where he hoped to plant his rhetorical arrow in the bull's eye with his brilliant presentation.

New Word List (replacing 5 of Sylvia's words):



juggle
candy
ocean
perspective
arrow
sun dial
repercussions
abacus
speedometer
coronavirus

Don't like using coronavirus, Daniel. Hope I can get rid of it asap. Otherwise, you made me laugh, as usual.
Now I'm going to have a power nap, then walk down our deserted earth road, with my daughter and wearing mask and gloves. This slow internet drives me crazy. Are you completely recovered from your surgeries and therapies? Bless you and all of your family, especially your granddaughter, how is she doing?

As kids, our parents took us on holiday to the ocean. We used to watch the speedometer, cuz my Dad loved racing, he had no perspective of distances.
There was a sun dial and a cupid with an arrow peeing into the pool of the hotel's garden, as well as an abacus in the playroom. We used to juggle oranges, throw the peel out the window. We ate candy by the ton. The repercussions were being sick and put in punishment. Not as bad as the coronavirus pandemic.

I'll continue later, Daniel, going for a walk now.

Posted by: JustDaniel Apr 21 20, 02:49

Juggle
candy
ocean
arrow
sun dial
marching
jeans
fasting
lip balm
drawbridge


I'm like a sun dial as I go marching to the beach as if an arrow, tossing my jeans onto the sand, eating candy when I should be fasting because of how heavy I am. The ocean would be much more inviting if it were warmer, but I love the sound. I juggle my lip balm because it's all I have in my hand. I should have left my jeans on, since someone is coming down the beach, and I forgot that I was not wearing underwear! Unfortunately, there is no drawbridge between us, and I can't walk fast enough to get away! Oh how embarrassing! Fortunately I have a long shirt on, and it's a very old woman who did not try to pinch me.


ocean
marching
jeans
lip balm
draw bridge
apple cider
drawstring
sudoku
pencil
jig saw puzzle

(five new words for you)

Posted by: Psyche Apr 23 20, 17:48

Very good, Daniel. I've just finished the word challlenges, so I'll leave this for another day. Another laugh, as always.
Take care and be a good boy. Forget about underwear and ... nightgowns.

Posted by: JustDaniel Apr 24 20, 01:54

You mean I shouldn't wear EITHER??

Posted by: Psyche Apr 28 20, 20:21

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 24 20, 03:54 )

I mean stop writing about them, especially mine! lol...you can wear whatever you like, or nothing.

Posted by: JustDaniel Apr 29 20, 06:09

Not that you asked, but I prefer nothing when I sleep. lol Sorry if I offended you. Will lay off the subject. Looking forward to your story!!!

covering Lightly, Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Apr 30 20, 20:42

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 21 20, 04:49 )

Posted by: JustDaniel May 1 20, 03:54

Now THAT is a VERY short story, Sylvia! I think the shortest so far in our little challenge!

urdu
toggle
artist
mosaic
boots
atril
preliminary
frothy
ice caps
toast

The itinerant poet packed up his travel bag for a trip to Pakistan, having stowed his Urdu dictionary in the vest pocket of his coat and fastening it closed with the toggle. This would be his first trip to the far east and his first attempt also at doing a little painting, as he is no artist. He'd been invited to visit by a fellow writer on Mosaic Musings, who like himself had not written there for some time. Soon his boots were walking, much to his surprise, in snow, and he set up his atril to act as a kind of easel for his preliminary painting... of one of the beautiful, frothy ice caps of this mountainous, glacial region. Taking out his grape juice he offers a toast to this region, previously unknown to him.

Now for YOUR new word list (five additional words)

urdu
toggle
boggle
preliminary
ice caps
log jam
nightgown (LOL)
precipitous
vomit
frothy

Posted by: Psyche May 1 20, 04:38

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 1 20, 05:54 )

Posted by: JustDaniel May 2 20, 10:45

I had to travel to Pakistan! Where else was I gonna use "urdu" ?! Sorry about the region thing!

Get that cat off you lap and write your next story! lol

Posted by: Psyche May 2 20, 17:59

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 2 20, 12:45 )

Glad you enjoyed your virtual trip to Pakistan. Hope you learned some urdu. My darling baby cat has top priority in my house, so you'll have to wait your turn. Nah, I'm tired and going to have supper with daughter Diana. It's the only place I can visit because she lives next door.
Hope to be inspired tomorrow.

Posted by: Psyche May 3 20, 13:50

ocean
marching
jeans
apple cider
pencil
laundry
thin
fresh
sunlight
bikini

A very thin lassie flew to Paris in the summer. She visited some famous galleries and bought herself loads of fashionable garments. The took ages to pick out a bikini because they were all to large. Later, to celebrate her nifty purchases, she went off to Montmarte and sat down in an artists' cafe to drink apple cider with some interesting characters.
She went back to her hotel and ordered the maid to do her laundry. Back home in Mar del Plata, a famous seaside resort in Argentina, she put on her bikini, but it was all floppy around her breasts. She went out in the fresh air to buy synthetic fillers for the cups.
Satisfied, she slipped into her skinny jeans and went marching off to the ocean, not forgetting to slip several pencils into a bag. She found a shady spot and drew profiles of the people around her, babies, children, adults and especially of the svelt life-saver up on his high seat. He was glad to come down and pose for her, though half way through the session, he rushed off to help an elderly lady having trouble with a small wave.
Over the following years, she became a famous artist and eventually her pencil portraits were exhibited in the Museo del Arte Contemporaneo of Buenos Aires. These portraits were shared with museums all over the world. So, from being a skinny brat, she became world famous.
The End.

ocean
marching
jeans
apple cider
pencil
reverie
vegetarian
skipping
tundra
politician

There 'tis, Daniel. Somehow, I seem to have already done a similar one. MM is a bit muddling, other poets say they can't find their way around in this labyrinth, but I love it. I wish it would start up again, but it doesn't seem likely. All the best.
I'm off for my daily walk along our earth road, always with daughter Diana and wearing our masks. The police come around fairly often. There have been no new cases of corona in the town of Bariloche, so perhaps we'll be allowed to walk further, down to our shops lining the main highway. I long for a coffee and brownnies in our local cafe. Hope so!

Posted by: JustDaniel May 4 20, 10:14

ocean
marching
jeans
apple cider
pencil
reverie
skipping
tundra
politician
vegetarian

There I sat staring out over the ocean last summer in Ocean City while crowds of people were marching by, mostly wearing skimpy bathing suits, but a few in skinny jeans. I was content just to watch drinking my iced apple cider, solving sudoku with my pen or writing poetry with my pencil, sometimes getting lost in a reverie, falling to sleep dreaming.

I was skipping along the tundra in Alaska during the summer when I encountered a politician running for office who wanted to engage me about becoming a vegetarian! Suddenly a polar bear approached and I decided that I could run faster than the politician, who found out that the pretty white creature was not a vegetarian.... and I woke up with pencil scrawling all over my tablet!

reverie
skipping
tundra
politician
vegetarian
boomerang
archery
duck blind
anchorman
distancing

In your story, somehow I was expecting that the skinny artist would have had a bikini accident (after all the detail that you provided regarding the purchase!) when the lifeguard was posing for her! lol

Posted by: Psyche May 4 20, 16:57

Great story, Daniel, a good laugh, as usual. Yes, her fillers should have fallen out of her bra! Maybe I'll stick in your suggestion. Hey, we have a good collection of short stories here. Must think about what we can do with them.

I've just completed the challenges, you're a scoundrel, hardly ever using a word from the previous sentense.

It rained most of the day, even some snow. Our Winter started very early, so goodness knows when isolation will end. Glad we have these challenges to fill in the time. Bye for now.

Posted by: JustDaniel May 5 20, 07:12

Always glad to give you a laugh, Sylvia... and yes, it's good to pad our stories! lol

I'm looking forward to your next addition to our collection of unlikely events

... and I'm not sure what you mean that I don't follow the pattern of using a word from my sentence to give to you as the word to work off of. In my thinking, I do it consistently. What am I missing?! I'm a bit confused.

Posted by: Psyche May 10 20, 16:58

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 5 20, 09:12 )

Posted by: JustDaniel May 11 20, 07:41

Don't be freezin' you butt off walkin'!!

Posted by: Psyche May 12 20, 18:59

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 11 20, 09:41 )

I nearly did, today. Wrapped up in anorak, headgear, etc., it was so windy and cold that we only walked for about 15 minutes.
Just did the word challenges, no energy left for this. Bye and keep safe!

Posted by: JustDaniel May 13 20, 03:44

Keep warm, Dear!

Posted by: Psyche May 16 20, 14:28

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 4 20, 12:14 )

Posted by: JustDaniel May 17 20, 14:46

Well, Sylvia, this one was worth the wait! You busted my gut with laughter in this creative little unimaginable tale! That anchorman was a total idiot... but then he fostered an Olympic champion!

television
nunnery
distancing
arrows
Indian Ocean
mouse
field
diploma
purge
recommend

Having watched the same program on television that Sylvia did, I left my job as caretaker of the local nunnery, and distancing myself from the United States, I decided to pack up my arrows and head for Perth on the Indian Ocean from whence I would travel to the hinterlands of Western Australia. I had simply called up a map on my laptop, and with my mouse scanned its field and decided on my destination. It took no diploma to realize I needed to go where my arrows could fly freely and where I could purge myself of contact with human beings, which of course is what is recommended these days, to avoid the COVID-19.

Your revised list:

Indian Ocean
mouse
field
purge
recommend
grapefruit
grappling hook
disembark
crisis
pineapple upside-down cake

Have fun!

Posted by: Psyche May 18 20, 12:44

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 17 20, 16:46 )

Posted by: JustDaniel May 18 20, 15:21

It was an awfully long flight just to head into the hinterland!!! lol

You always make me wait for your story, but it's usually worth it!

Posted by: Psyche May 19 20, 22:51

grapefruit
disembark
crisis
pine apple upside down cake
recommend
breakfast
cruiser
Travel Agency
romance
officer

My sexy cousin experienced a mental crisis due to a failed romance with a rich businessman. He tried to intern her in a closed residence, but she escaped with my help. On the way, we passed by a Travel Agency where a young man recommended we take a holiday on an Italian cruiser to the Islas Malvinas, which rightly belong to Argentina. This was before the 1982 war between Britain and Argentina's dictator, who was a drunken SOB. He'd sent poor, untrained country boys out to sea without proper equipment or even enough food.
My cousin Susan and I set out in January, excited because the cruiser would dock in Puerto Piramides to see the sea lions and penguins. We also enjoyed watching the whales playing on the ocean waves.
Later on, in the Beagle Channel, the Captain arranged for a midnight party in a beautiful bay, under the starry midnight sky. Susan became bessoted by an
Italian officer who seduced her in less time than it takes to bat an eyelid. I hardly saw her from then on, so I had my breakfast of grapefruit and toast by myself.
After a rough crossing of Cabo de Hornos, when most of the passengers threw up, the ship headed for Malvinas. We disembarked on those windswept isles, where the mainstay of the farmers' exports are sheeps' wool and peat. Not a tree in sight, but rows of attractive cottages with glass porches filled with huge, bright colored flowers. In their backyards, we could see flourishing orchards.
I knew a Chilean family living there, because their daughters boarded at the same school in Buenos Aires that my daughter attended as a day girl. This charming family invited us to tea and the mother served us a delicious pineapple upside down cake.
Later on, they took us on a tour of the main island, visiting Puerto Argentino (Port Stanley) towards the end. The Chilean girls wanted to sail with us to Buenos Aires, because the islands are desolate and boring for youngsters, but their father didn't allow it.
Sailing home, I wrote a poem about our unique experience.

breakfast
cruiser
Travel Agency
romance
officer
bumble bee
keyboard
polar bear
green pasture
Styx

Posted by: Psyche May 19 20, 22:56

Have fun! I just wrote this at 1 a.m., so I expect a similar impressive story.
Can't wait.

Posted by: JustDaniel May 21 20, 15:13

breakfast
keyboard
Styx
polar bear
Travel Agency
cruiser
green pasture
bumble bee
romance
officer


After breakfast I was listening to the interesting keyboard interaction with acoustic and electric guitar by Styx on my computer while watching a video about polar bears on TV when a Travel Agency advertisement came on encouraging me to get tickets on a cruiser to experience the joys of travel to some far off green pasture where I could roam the fields romancing with butterflies and bumble bees. Suddenly there was a knock at my door, and a police officer arrested me for answering the door naked.


bumble bee
keyboard
Styx
green pasture
polar bear
nightshade
cough syrup
rattlesnake
elm tree
swimming hole

Posted by: Psyche May 23 20, 14:04

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 21 20, 17:13 )

Good addition to our now voluminous short story book. You're very funny! I just did the word games and I'm tired of this Eric, who never shows up anymore. I shall abandom him at Birds and Words, or else make a public statement about his ignoring this noble activity. I'll try to do the new story tomorrow. It's raining now, don't know whether we'll get our regular walk. Snow is coming next week! Many months of isolation ahead. Our area is free of V. The government is managing this pandemic quite well, with very strict regulations, especially in Buenos Aires and other large cities.
See ya!

Posted by: JustDaniel May 23 20, 14:42

Glad to hear about the virus' not progressing much in your area! We had some thunder and lightning and then rain this morning, but it's been a beautiful spring day. If only I could get out and enjoy it. Very weak in my knee still. Begin physical therapy next week and have four doctor appointments! Best wishes with your snow! Look forward to your next little story.
Blessings!

Posted by: Psyche May 24 20, 14:45

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 23 20, 16:42 )

Posted by: JustDaniel May 29 20, 16:18

I'm beginning to feel the the "temporary knee" is not going to work for me, so I may be looking at another operation to replace it with a permanent total knee, with posts into femur and tibia. This one does not have the flexibility of a permanent knee, but is basically a "spacer" that bends. What is fearful to me is that it bends a little bit almost BACKWARDS, which leaves me without balance when I am not wearing the brace. HOPE that my surgeon will be able to fit me in on Monday as my therapist has requested. Will appreciate your prayers... and of course am patiently waiting for your short story.

I'm off to answer Rhymer's entry into our little 10-letter game!

deLightingly, Daniel

Posted by: Psyche May 30 20, 11:28

QUOTE (Psyche @ Mar 18 20, 18:43 )

I've decided to change 6 words, Daniel. More fun. Your input is so funny, no idea whether you put the guy on the seat on purpose! lol.

planet
purpose
pollution
wildlife
gel
mix
glicerine
laugh
clown
hat

Greta Thurnberg, Extinction Rebellion and many other fighters for planet Earth are purposely fighting for all wildlife. Humankind has polluted the seas, skies, lakes, rivers...well, everything.
However, many idiots behave like clowns with top hats, laughing as if nothing is happening.
People who can find glicerine make a mix of it with alcohol, adding some essential oils to protect delicate skin.

Posted by: JustDaniel May 31 20, 21:50

You CHEATED! It's FINE that you changed six words from YOUR list to pass on to ME, BUT...

You changed six words from MY list that I passed on to YOU.... BEFORE you wrote your story!!!

Now is that fair??

Posted by: Rhymer Jun 2 20, 14:47

pollution
gel
mix
laugh
poetry
baby
chains
guanaco
colossus
Andrea Bocelli

Pollution is like seeing Andrea Bocelli -dressed in Chains - who is a Colussus in musical circles. However, as Poetry is not his forte, I suggest it would be like listening to a bubbling Baby Mix of Guanaco Gel, to hear him gurgling in rhymed ‘tonic-so-fah’. Now that would be music to my ears and a right Laugh!

Not sure if this is what the ‘short story’ content by using your ten words should be? Are we supposedly changing 5 or 6 words? Do tell - please!

Metre
Rhyme
Puccini
Pascali
Cappuccino
Chains
Guanaco
Colossus
Poetry
Baby

More of a ‘pcture’ than a short story methinks? Hope I’m not screwing up here? Ciao for now. Thanks for your toelrance. Rhymner aka Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jun 3 20, 03:40

Great job, Denis!! You did exactly what we are trying to do here (except that you didn't use the "sizes" tab to enlarge the type so that Sylvia and I can READ what you've written. We generally use "4" lol)


poetry
rhyme
meter
Puccini
Cappuccino
Pascali
Chains
Guanaco
Colossus
Baby


Fortunately, when we're writing these little mini-stories we don't have to worry about poetry, rhyme and meter. Just put on a recording of a Puccini opera... let's see... Tosca it is, fix yourself a nice cappuccino, place your beautiful Pascali white rose in a little vase and break the chains of your writers' block. My mama had a llama, but I only have a guanaco, and it's no colossus; it's just a baby.

Here are YOUR ten words to use:

meter
rhyme
Puccini
Pascali
cappuccino
aphrodisiac
antidisestablishmentarianism
windshield
dipstick
convertible

Posted by: Rhymer Jun 3 20, 07:32

[/size]Short Story. 10 words.

meter
rhyme
Puccini
Pascali
cappuccino
aphrodisiac
antidisestablishmentarianism
windshield
dipstick
convertible

Intent on facing down and bearding members of the Antidisestablishmentarianism cult - a brigade of passionate zealots, of which Pascali was an active member, Puccini swallowed his Cappuccino - which he regarded as his morning Aphrodisiac - and scarpered off to his Convertible. First checking his Windshield Dipstick to ensure he had window washer in plenty, he started up the engine. Quoting a small Rhyme he had learned as a child, he, adjusting the Meter to match the rhythm of his engine, and singing loudly, sped swiftly away!

As he did so, he considered the following Ten Words, were most appropriate for the next Chapter in this intriguing short story. Rhymer.

Journeyman
Traveller
Railroad
Angel
Leveret
Convertible
Dipstick
Rhyme
Meter or Metre
Aphrodisiac

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Posted by: Psyche Jun 3 20, 12:49

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 29 20, 18:18 )

I'm beginning to feel the the "temporary knee" is not going to work for me, so I may be looking at another operation to replace it with a permanent total knee, with posts into femur and tibia. This one does not have the flexibility of a permanent knee, but is basically a "spacer" that bends. What is fearful to me is that it bends a little bit almost BACKWARDS, which leaves me without balance when I am not wearing the brace. HOPE that my surgeon will be able to fit me in on Monday as my therapist has requested. Will appreciate your prayers... and of course am patiently waiting for your short story.

I'm off to answer Rhymer's entry into our little 10-letter game!

deLightingly, Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Jun 3 20, 12:56

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Jun 3 20, 09:32 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Jun 5 20, 13:02

journeyman
traveler
railroad
leveret
angel
dipstick
convertible
rhyme
aphrodisiac
meter

The journeyman traveler hopped the railroad car, jumping like a leveret and calling on his guardian angel that he would not be found on the railroad tracks as some dipstick who attempted to board the train from a convertible racing alongside the train... and missed! There was not rhyme or reason in why he boarded the train, but the excitement was like an aphrodisiac to him, and it increased the meter of his heart!

journeyman
traveler
railroad
leveret
freeway
overpass
weigh station
patrolman
hitchhiker
tuna fish

P.S. Sylvia.... the problem was not in changing 6 of the words after you created your mini-story. It was changing the words BEFORE your story, silly!!!

Posted by: Rhymer Jun 7 20, 06:31

[size="4"][/size]Ten Words - Mini Story

journeyman
traveler
railroad
leveret
freeway
overpass
weigh station
patrolman
hitchhiker
tuna fish

He was a regular Railroad Traveller being a Journeyman of considerable acquired skills. As an expert in Railway affairs he, unannounced, would call in at a Weigh Station along the Line, to check on their security and effecient operation. Once his duties were done, he’d often take time to relax with a flask of coffee and a Tuna Fish sandwich, or stand alongside the nearby Freeway where, at times he’d chat with a passing Hitchhiker, or a familiar Patrolman - one occasionally met, that he knew. At times, he’d walk a few yards further down the road, where the Freeway crossed the railway line. There he’d lean on the Overpass buttress , just to watch the traffic go by. On one occasion, he had watched an impatient Leveret dash madly across the busy highway. Holding his breath until it reached the pastures on the other side - seemingly unaware of speeding traffic, whose drivers were intent only on arriving at their intended destination, he had heaved a sigh of relief, once it made it safely across! Relaxing, he returned to the station, andthen home. His work for the day, done.

Flask
Security
Pastures
Buttress
Occasion
Freeway
Traveller
Overpass
Railroad
Patrolman. Rhymer. June 7th, 2020.

Posted by: Psyche Jun 7 20, 18:31

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Jun 7 20, 08:31 )

Posted by: Psyche Jun 7 20, 18:39

Sorry, I can't get the format right tonight. Must be tired.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jun 18 20, 08:15

traveler
buttress
railroad
freeway
overpass
pasture
occasion
patrolman
security
flask

I was a weary traveler sleeping at the buttress of the railroad freeway overpass after traipsing through pasture of high grass all day. On this particular occasion as I awoke, a patrolman had discovered me and was concerned for my security, so I shared with him a flask of bourbon for his kindness.

occasion
security
pasture
flask
manure
bullock
tractor
posthole
lanyard
storm fence

Posted by: Rhymer Jun 19 20, 06:56

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occasion
security
pasture
flask
manure
bullock
tractor
posthole
lanyard
storm fence


It was obvious the Security of the Storm Fence leading to the Pasture was broken. With no signs of the prize Bullock to be seen, it was an Occasion to cause concern. Only evidence to be seen of its disappearance, were Tractor tyre imprints in Manure: a Post Hole where the fence had been, whilst lying on the ground, one could see a broken Lanyard lclose to a broken Flask,

Tractor
Security
Occasion
Bullock
Lanyard
Gatehouse
Sawdust
Staples
Barbed Wire
Spade

Posted by: Psyche Jun 19 20, 18:17

Clever mini story, Denis. I'll not try now, just finished the word challenges over in Acropolis.
It's raining cats and dogs here, only had time for a short walk in the mud...arrgh!
All the best, Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Jun 20 20, 01:42

gatehouse
tractor
lanyard
bullock
barbed wire
sawdust
staples
occasion
security
spade

The rancher appears out of the gatehouse wearing the key to his tractor on a lanyard around his neck. On the way to the tractor he realizes that a bullock has somehow gotten loose in his field but is stuck on barbed wire, dragging a fence post behind him. He cuts off the fence post with his chainsaw, creating a cloud of sawdust. Brushing it aside he removes the staples holding the wire and carefully removes the barbs from the bullock. He takes this occasion, for security, to repair the fence, digging out the post hole with his spade and replaces the post and the barbed wire, securing it again with staples.

sawdust
staples
security
spade
boat yard
dock
stern
gasoline
cooler
teak

Posted by: Rhymer Jun 20 20, 11:49

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sawdust
staples
security
spade
boat yard
dock
stern
gasoline
cooler
teak

The scene in the Boat yard, was utter chaos! The Dock was littered with Sawdust, Staples and a battered old “Cooler” ditched along with a Spade and other debris. Even a Teak cross thwart Stern seat, salvaged from an old Naval Cutter, lay abandoned, along with an old Gasoline can - battered and useless. What tales this mish mash of items could tell, given a voice? Why would Security be of importance to whomsoever owned the boat yard? Maybe safeguarding memories, of times and events about which we’ll never know? Even a vivid imagination cannot shed light on the circumstances surrounding this - somewhat unusual - collection of back water trash. Perhaps in a following chapter, we’ll get to know more of its history, as more artefacts are uncovered in a future search. Presently, these are little more than possible memories of an Old Man of the Sea.

Epaulette
Tholepin
Linen
Spigot
Sailcloth
security
spade
boat yard
dock
Quarterdeck[/size]

Posted by: Rhymer Jun 20 20, 11:57

For some obscure reason this posting would not accept a change of Font Size. After four attempts, I gave up! rhymer.

Posted by: Psyche Jun 23 20, 18:12

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Jun 20 20, 13:57 )

Posted by: Rhymer Jun 25 20, 06:13

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Jun 20 20, 11:49 )

Posted by: Psyche Jul 1 20, 13:23

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Jun 25 20, 08:13 )

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Jun 20 20, 11:49 )

NB:

[size="4"]Not sure I should be adding a following Chapter to my earlier Mini Story,uUsing my listing of words? Bbut here goes anyway. Probably ignoring or breaking the Rules yet again. Yesterday's showers gave me a small window of opportunity to exercise my "little grey cells| as Agatha's Poirot would say! They needed some exercise.

His Epaulette was a sign denoting his rank. He a mere Lieutenant - no more - was charged with overseeing the ship’s lifeboats. His morning routine was to supervise the inspection of Tholepin and Oar and remained clean and easily accessed. All dross such as bird droppings removed. Besides this he ensured Sailcloth was to hand. This for weather protection - if needed - and his duty included checking Security, and had not been breached. The ship’s canvas, was made from strong Linen, and was a necessity many a shipwrecked sailor had found most useful. Some lifeboats even carried a small, short handled spade, which was useful at times a boat reached shore. This was regarded as a necessity in many Boat Yards all around the coast, and so it had become a very important addition to many a ship’s lifeboat over the years. Generally attached to the bilge Spigot exhaust at the stern of a boat, it was readily available, at all times. After his spell of duty the Lieutenant would advance to the Quarterdeck and make his report to the Duty Officer of the Day. His morning duties carried out, he would dismiss his men and retire to the wardroom, or take a walk along the Dock if the ship was in harbour, until required for more duties. Rhymer.

Quarterdeck
Dock
Anchor
Hawser
Matelot
Security
Boat Yard
Captain
Boatswain - Bosun
Spade

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 1 20, 17:29

Mini Story New Chapter.

Quarterdeck
Dock
Anchor
Hawser
Matelot
Security
Boat Yard
Captain
Boatswain - Bosun
Spade

Although the ship lay at Anchor close to the Dock, still the Quarterdeck played an important role in everyday life of life aboard a ship. Security though Number One in priority, would be left to the quartermaster. He with the Captain, and the Bosun, would, with the Boat Yard nearby, double check arrangements.
Flagging the ship’s Hawser would warn passing ships, it was there, so passing ships would steer clear.
When sitting in a dry dock for maintenance and repairs, a razor sharp Spade - kept solely for the purpose - would be used to remove barnacles and other marine deposits, from around the hull at the water line, and below, before a fresh paint was applied. A Matelot’s life, be it at sea or in harbour, was never a time for idleness.

Quarterdeck
Boatswain
Dockyard
Anchor
Captain
Barnacles
Gantry
Rivets
Galley
Gang Plank

Thanks - I'll accept your verdict Sylvie. It's becoming more of a diary and observation I had made - much earlier - when HMS Tyne sat atop huge wooden blocks in the dry dock in Sasebo Harbour, Japan for hull maintenance. Late 1953. Going ashore - naval terminology - though really not at sea - was quite the scary walk. Gang Plank was very high and long from the ship to the dockside and bounced wildly if more than one Rating walked across it at a time. Personnel had to go singly as and when they went ashore. Only after the leading walker reached the dockside, were you allowed to take your turn! About forty feet from the ship to the bottom of the dry dock!
Hope you enjoy? Rhymer.

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 2 20, 14:57

New Chapter #3 Present Mini Story

Quarterdeck
Boatswain
Dockyard
Anchor
Captain
Barnacles
Gantry
Rivets
Galley
Gang Plank

A sailor joining his ship, at any time, stood at the edge of the Quarterdeck and snapped a salute towards the Ensign flying at the bow of the ship or to the Duty Officer who was present, before heading below. Tied up at the Dockyard an Anchor was not required nor dropped, but a Gangplank was. Sometimes one was situated amidships, and another near the stern. The ‘after’ gangplank wsa used mainly to allow the Boatswain to supervise the delivery of supplies, without the need for those coming on board to salute. Most deliveries were for the Galley if in small quantities, and mail, whereaas larger heavy and bulky supplies were lowered to the ship’s hold by means of a Gantry. Few of the daily deliveries were of concern to the Captain. Only important visitors warranted his personal presence - always at the quarterdeck..

Two things are surely found on every ship, no matter what their size. Along with welded metal plates, steel Rivets are used as the means to build a ship of any size. Together they ensure a ship is water tight. On the other side however, below the water line, Barnacles attach themselves to any hull - be it wooden or metal - when sitting at anchor.

I'm adding another Chapter to this Mini Story but not adding any words for a follow-up. I wonder if any of the remaining Members might like to either add some that may be seen as a continuation of my "Story" or perhaps put ten words up as a fresh possibility? I feel I am beginning to 'hog' this, and would like to have some 'input' for either possibility. What say you? I'm sweating out very warm, high humidity days that could prove a little dangerous to me at my age. Not the correct physical make-up nor am I acclimatised in such a short period of time. Reminds me of Singapore - way back when! Took me months to acclimatise - never did truly! What say anyone reading? Ciao for now. Denis.

Posted by: Psyche Jul 3 20, 16:30

Dear Denis, I'll add new words tomorrow. You're not hogging this, it's just that Daniel has had knee surgery and is in great pain. I'm praying he has a quick recovery and no pain.
Myself, with this lockdown, I have all the housework and garden to tend to on my own. I also contribute poetry to several websites, so that takes time and also crits and comments.
If you wish to continue with ship jargon, please do. I read your stories with great interest and learn a lot. So if you don't see my new list tomorrow, please continue, I'll do my best and, as I said, I expect Daniel will return soon. Hope so.
Keep safe, all the best, Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 7 20, 14:55

Since you did not add five or six new words, Denis, I'm adding six of my own (which makes it easier for me, of course!)

anchor
captain
barnacles
reggae
rivets
elbows
deferred
cuisine
grouper
souse

After we dropped anchor here in the Bahamas, I let the captain know that I was going to go scrape off some of my barnacles by giving it a try on the dance floors of some of the many reggae, calypso, ripsaw and goombay joints scattered about the island. It didn't take long to realize that my body is not up to that type of activity, and my joints function more like rivets attacking my knees, hips, ankles and even elbows, so I deferred to the Bahamian cuisine. I particularly enjoyed their seared grouper with grits, souse and rum cake. I returned to the ship tired and sated.

elbows
deferred
cuisine
grouper
souse
island
palm
beach
calypso
kettledrum

Posted by: Psyche Jul 7 20, 21:57

Once again, you've made me laugh, Daniel. Very good story!
I haven't taken part for a while. How are you? Has the surgery helped? Praying for your speedy recovery.
I'll try to answer this challenge tomorrow. Depends, because I'm having some furniture and other stuff re-arranged and/or repaired. If it snows, the man won't come and I'll have time.
Keep safe and painless, Sylvia

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 8 20, 06:21

Mini Story continuation.
elbows
deferred
cuisine
grouper
souse
island
palm
beach
calypso
kettledrum

Feeling tired and worn and half Soused, after I had Deferred to the Chef’s suggestion, and dined on the local, mouth watering Cuisine of marinated Grouper, I was completely exhausted! So I sat with my Elbows on the table, to consider my next move? I had arrived at this small Island resort earlier, where the sounds of Calypso echoing out over the Beach had decided me to stay awhile. An Island where Palm lined shores, seemed to sway in time to the never ending hypnotic beat of a Kettledrum I could hear from across the Caribbean waters, Paradise or? Only time would tell. Rhymer.

Hypnotic
Caribbean
Exhausted
Chef
Echoing
Piper
Snapper
Stripper
Snake
Samba.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 8 20, 23:35

Thank you for your concern, Sylvia. Got word Wednesday morning that I'll be discharged from the rehab next Friday morning or early afternoon. Physical therapy is going well, and the pain is dissipating. With the help of my Rollator I've been able to walk the halls without pain, so the greater stability of the bottom half of the joint (which was replaced) seems to be doing the trick we'd hoped for. I'd evidently slightly re-torn the patellar tendon, which the surgeon repaired by drilling a couple of holes in my knee cap to lace the tendon with surgical thread to it. I'll resume therapy after discharge, continuing hopefully to be eventually able to walk again with my cane. At least that is my goal. The surgery also slightly increased the length of my leg to bring in closer to normal, which will help my ability to stand with less pain in my opposite hip.

Thanks for your prayers and encouraging words.

Denis, great story. I'll hopefully be back to either tackle your word list or Sylvia's, depending on which of us arrives first, perhaps tomorrow. deLighting to share, Daniel

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 9 20, 05:52

Caribbean
samba
stripper
echoing
piper
chef
snapper
hypnotic
snake
exhausted

My second day visiting the Caribbean island would not find me attempting the samba or visiting some stripper joint; that's for sure. The pain of my first day fighting my age was echoing in my mind; you have to pay the piper, and I had run out of that kind of funds. I visited one of the chefs of whom I had become fond yesterday, and thoroughly enjoyed his grilled snapper. For entertainment i enjoyed the hypnotic performance of the snake charmer and all of the fantastic music. Once again i returned to the ship absolutely exhausted, but enjoyed a wonderful night's sleep.

samba
stripper
echoing
hypnotic
chocolate
goombay
ambulance
fire truck
axe
litter

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 9 20, 11:30

Mini Story continuation.

samba
stripper
echoing
hypnotic
chocolate
goombay
ambulance
fire truck
axe
litter

The following morning, I was awakened by a passing Fire Truck and Ambulance, both of which, with sirens blaring, were speeding along the road outside (Where else would it be?). Despite the rude awakening, I waved to the lone fireman holding tightly to an Axe, who waved back as they careered down the road with a cloud of disturbed Litter fouling the calm, cool morning air behind them.
Feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day, I first partook of an early morning hot Chocolate, along with lightly toasted croissant. Once eaten I took a close look at my latest purchase. A Goombay drum, which I had purchased on impulse earlier, when I was enticed to visit a Samba Palace. Outside its entrance, a seductively, scantily dressed, foor tapping Stripper hoped, by her charms and the Hypnotic sounds Echoing from inside, to entice smiling passers by, to stop awhile and enjoy her entertaining offerings. With a variety of musical instruments arranged at palace entrance - all for sale - I had been persuaded to purchase a Goombay Drum. Exquisite workmanship throughout was evident, with the goatskin membrane skillfully strectched and embroidered with the delicately tattooed name of its maker, clear to see,

Chocolate,
Ambulance
Axe
Litter
Samba
Fisherman
Hearse
Workmanship
Palace
Tablet

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 10 20, 00:51

samba
palace
workmanship
litter
ambulance
hearse
chocolate
fisherman
axe
tablet

I made the decision to avoid the Samba Palace and all the workmanship of the scantily clad woman in the window. lest I end up on a litter carried off by some ambulance... or even worse, a hearse! I decided instead sensibly to visit a neighborhood coffee shoppe, where I shared a table and conversation with a local fisherman, both of us enjoying a steaming cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. I was afraid to ask why the old man was carrying an axe, but at length, he took it with him, leaving me to spend time catching up with things on my tablet.

ambulance
chocolate
hearse
tablet
underwear
streusel
necklace
anvil
sledge hammer
firecrackers

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 10 20, 06:43

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Jul 10 20, 00:51 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 10 20, 13:51

Sorry, Denis. My mistake! I changed one of the words, so that now I've only changed 6. Along the way, Sylvia made the decision that she thought changing 6 might be a good idea, so that's what I've done ever since.

Hope this is satisfactory to everyone. I'll be glad to go back to 5 if that is both yours and Sylvia's decision. Okay?

deLighting always in your creative stories, Daniel.

Posted by: Psyche Jul 10 20, 20:22

I think changing 5 is OK. What do you two, Daniel and Denis, think? I'm always delayed with this challenge, you are so quick and clever, both of you. Today we took a walk in deep snow, it was lovely.
I'm also moving furniture around, having stuff fixed or mended, whatever. It's a great opportunity for changes in the home, makes me feel good. So that's my excuse. Hope to chime in tomorrow...we'll see. If the snow is not too deep, a carpenter is coming to put wheels on my TV table, at the moment it's got books underneath! And he'll move my settee so that I can watch TV from a comfortable position.
Daniel, I hope you're feeling well with your replacement knee. Has it finally healed and you've regained your balance and acceptable walking?
Keep safe, both of you, Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 11 20, 01:15

Since Denis is comfortable with five and you are too, let's simply settle on five changes. It's totally fine with me. Please allow my current six to stand, so as not to complicate things further. Thanks

As to my recovery, I posted an update in Facebook, but it appears that the replacement has done the trick, and I've been walking with the Rollator without pain. I'm hoping that further exercising and strengthening will allow me to walk with a cane and eventually perhaps without even that. I'm very encouraged, since at this early stage it appears that the pain in my shin (when walking) is gone. We'll see when the patellar tendon heals. Will be seeing surgeon on Wednesday, when he'll personally be uncovering the wound and decide on when staples will be removed. Friday I should be home, assuming surgeon okays it.

deLighting in your concern, Daniel *sun*

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 11 20, 08:03

ambulance
chocolate
hearse
shoppe
underwear
streusel
necklaceanvil
sledge hammer
firecrackers
After sitting awhile, checking out the latest happenings on my Tablet, along with news, weather and sports, I decided to stroll out and about to catch up on a celebration that was scheduled to take place later. Sideshows and contests, such as, Sledge Hammer throwing - and for the strongest and fool hardy - Anvil tossing. Not for me! However, after enjoying another Chocolate and a second, tasty Strousel covered croissant, I strolled down the avenue to seek out the location and check out happenings taking place later. I arrived just in time to witness the start of the opening ceremonial parade, which was led by a decorated Hearse accompanied by two pasty faced ghouls dressed in long-john Underwear patterned with a skeleton motif! Donated by a local Shoppe who saw it as an advertising opportunity - they, bedecked with iron necklace and heavy bangles, set the scene for the “Spirited” occasion. Standing by I spotted an Ambulance - purely a precaution. The two ghoulish clowns danced and pranced in front of a mixed band of musicians. Hard to make sense of the music thanks to the overwhelming din of Fire-crackers, constantly exploded by spectators - also in costume. Many of whom, were half sozzled by quaffing on the freely flowing local Rum! . What a day to remember! Rhymer.

Anvil
Firecrackers.
Necklace
Hearse
Underwear
Clogs
Corpse
Rum
Policeman
Stroller


I\m quite happy to change 'five' words. A moderate idea which allows the 'theme' of the Mini Story to progress with some continuity.
Wish you all the best with your "Op". Don't be in a hurry to get out and about. Denis.

Whether young or old,
be not too bold.
So your leg won't fold,
walk with a cane to hold,
Maybe tipped with Gold?
and do as you're told,
or the Doc will scold!

Monotetra? Well I tried!

PS:
When I - much younger then - got gored by a bull and ended up with a broken leg and very bruised ribs - lucky to escape with my life! I thought I could and would walk on it a few days later! Made it much worse - my wife Pauline says I'm too impatient! Maybe? I'm not one who likes sitting around doing nowt and there were no computers back then, so sitting and twiddling my thumbs was a penance I detested. I did learn a valuable lesson from that encounter. Viz: Walking behind a bull is much safer than it is walking in front of one! It was our own bull - named Ace of Hearts - he was an Ayrshire for whom I had a great respect. Long story and truly it was not his fault. Take it easy Daniel. There's an untouched day tomorrow. Be there and walk carefully. Rhymer.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 11 20, 09:25

Thanks for the cute monotetra and admonition to be patient, Denis. I've often given the advise: "Be patient, lest you become one!" so I concur with your advice. I'm in no hurry to get back out there without sufficient support, though I do want to be able soon to negotiate the halls and kitchen of my home without a lot of support, except the walls, counters, tables, chairs, etc.

Also, glad that we all agree on the 5 Word Changes for the continuity of the story. Here goes:

anvil
hearse
corpse
underwear
firecrackers
stroller
policeman
rum
clogs
necklace

I avoid the anvil-toss event lest I end up in that hearse that has been seen about the streets carrying a fake corpse dressed in long-John underwear. I join the festivities this afternoon, walking among folks tossing firecrackers rather indiscriminately, one even landing next to a woman pushing her stroller, waking up and scaring the baby. A policeman arrives to disperse some of the revelers, some affected by too much rum. I again enjoy some of the island cuisine and wonderful varieties of music along the way, walking comfortably in the clogs I'd purchased yesterday. Before I return to my room I purchase a necklace for my wife and each of my three daughters and call it a day.

stroller
policeman
rum
clogs
necklace
villager
travel agent
motorcycle
push cart
suit case

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 11 20, 12:04

Later in the cool of the evening, I decided an evening walk along the boulevard would be ideal, but barely hd I begun, when a Motorcycle came careening around the corner at high speed! The rider, losing control, skidded into a Push Cart. as he swerved to narrowly miss a loaded Stroller that had a Suitcase and a pair of Clogs hanging from its handle. Before I had a chance to see if the rider had been hurt, a Policeman showed up and took command of the situation. I later found out it was a Villager who had partaken a little too much Rum, that had crashed. He was employed as a Travel Agent - one of the ‘modern’ set that seem to have taken over the world today. Adorned with a necklace of old beer caps, and other chinzy souvenirs of his personal travels, he wanted customers to think he was the epitome of how the world travellers should look. A sleazy example - a forerunner - of what is so clearly evident today. Rhymer.

Villager
Stroller
Rum
Policeman
Clogs
Sleazy
Chintzy
Beer
Modern
Helmet

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 11 20, 17:24

villager
helmet
sleazy
policeman
modern
stroller
clogs
beer
rum
chintzy

This morning I learned that the villager who upset the push cart yesterday was out on bail and sporting a helmet with sleazy stickers on it. The policeman who'd arrested him was not happy with the modern interpretation of the law and easy bail, but he was doing his job protecting the shopkeepers and the locals and tourists as well. There was yesterday's stroller, but this time it had a baby inside, and the mother was wearing the clogs she'd bought yesterday. The beer gardens and rum joints and all the music venues were full, and all the chintzy visitor items were displayed in the various shops all over. Everything was back to normal

sleazy
chintzy
beer
modern
helmet
passenger
cruise ship
all-nighter
parade
mountains

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 12 20, 13:17

The following day, I decided to relax awhile, so grabbing a cold Beer from the cooler, the Modern portable fridge, I made sure my safety Helmet was ready to hand, just in case I decided to go climbing in the Mountains. Something I often did when off on an All-nighter R and R trip. After loading up, took the road, which still sported the Sleazy, tattered remnants of the Chintzy decorations of yesterday’s Parade. Before I headed out, I had decided to take the shoreline road until it joined the inland route, which headed away from the sea. On arriving at that junction, as I turned to head inland, I saw a Passenger Cruise Ship was heading into the harbour, which further added to my resolve to extend my All-nighter into a few days of R and R. By then, hopefully, the ship and its mass of sight seeing, gawkers woud have moved on to another port. Rhymer.
Beer
Mountains
Cruise Ship
Passenger
All-nighter
Gawkers
Shoreline
Goat
Hermit
Forest

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 12 20, 23:14

all-nighter
mountains
shoreline
goat
gawkers
hermit
forest
beer
passenger
cruise ship

By the time Denis got back from his all-nighter, which turned out to be a full week in the mountains, I had to coax him along the shoreline with the goat accompanying him to get back to his room. There were a lot of gawkers when I almost had to carry him to his room. He looked like some hermit coming out of the forest... and I think he'd had more than his share of beer or some other inebriating substance. The next morning it was a lot easier to get him packed up to join me as a passenger on our departing cruise ship.

goat
passenger
forest
gawkers
shoreline
lounge chair
diners
longshoremen
life boat
passport

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 13 20, 10:09

By the time Denis got back from his all-nighter, which turned out to be a full week in the mountains, I had to coax him along the shoreline with the goat accompanying him to get back to his room. There were a lot of gawkers when I almost had to carry him to his room. He looked like some hermit coming out of the forest... and I think he'd had more than his share of beer or some other inebriating substance. The next morning it was a lot easier to get him packed up to join me as a passenger on our departing cruise ship.goat
passenger
forest
gawkers
shoreline
lounge chair
diners
longshoremen
life boat
passport

Despite Daniel’s thoughts and comments, I would like to put the record straight regarding my appearance and dishevelment. Not beer but medication had reacted in a way never before experienced. Before heading into the mountains I has requested and received needed tablets for my allergy condition. Unbeknown to me, she - known as Sylvia - had changed them for a newer brand. The higher elevation of the mountain, had reacted in a manner much akin to that of an intoxicated person. Sure had Daniel fooled! Despite Daniel’s good intentions, it so turned out, my plans were changed even as we left harbour. Firstly I, seated in a Lounge Chair, waited before being hustled into a small pinnace - a Life boat - where I was joined by a burly Longshoreman who, like me, had no Passport. He had been talking with his friend - the ship’s engineer down below, and found he had left it too late to walk ashore, before the boat sailed. As we waited for my baggage I gazed at the Shoreline, whilst a small crowd of Gawkers, - Passenger Diners - watched amusedly, at our upsetting of the ship’s routine. As they waited, with the ship having hove to, they were amused to watch the antics of a Goat in the Forest, that lined the shore. However, with the departure of the ship being interrupted, by us, not all were amused. However, we finally made it safely back to shore, where the longshoreman and I had friendly, celebratory drink before heading to our respective homes. Rhymer.

Lounge chair
Longshoreman
Goat
Life boat
Diners
Medication
Tablets
Hangover
Atlantic
Chile

Posted by: Psyche Jul 13 20, 17:12

Hello Denis, you're an excellent story teller. I'll never reach your level of expertise and humour. Please publish your tales one day.
Though I've travelled far and wide, I've never had your experiences on ships or any other kind of vehicle, save as a traveller. Your knowledge far exceeds mine. I suppose many tales were told around a bonfire, a camping site or maybe on ships.
You never cease to amaze me.
Hope to participate soon. Snowing a lot here, I take walks with my boots on. I'm also rearranging my furniture and giving my cottage a new look. I'm busy while this virus keeps strong. Fortunately, my area is free of it...crossing fingers. We've lost an inmense amount of revenue, as this is an all year international tourist resort. You may have heard of Bariloche, else google it. It's beautiful, all this vast area of lakes and mountains.
Keep safe, Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 13 20, 20:28

lounge chair
goat
diners
medication
tablets
hangover
lifeboat
longshoreman
Atlantic
Chile

As Denis and I both sat on our lounge chairs I apologized for my misunderstanding of his difficult situation, and he graciously forgave me. However I couldn't help but feel like the scapegoat as other passengers seemed a bit put off by having to wait for the disembarking of the two passengers. Denis and I, however, had a snack with other diners as he talked with them bout his medication and the new tablets he was taking, which gave him the appearance of having a hangover. At length the lifeboat was ready for him and the longshoreman to head off to shore, and our cruise ship headed for the Panama Canal to cross from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean for our long trip along the South American coast to Chile.

diners
Atlantic
Chile
lounge chair
lifeboat
magician
swimming pool
shuffleboard
chess
seagulls

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 14 20, 09:02

Once I arrived home, I pulled out my lounge chair and sat on my patio to enjoy the sight of the cruise ship disappearing over the horizon out, into the Atlantic Ocean. Somewhat relieved my short, unexpected experience was over, still it was one that brought back many memorable moments for me. This when my dear wife and I had taken a cruises on the SS Veen Dam through the Caribbean and into the Atlantic Ocean. A time when Diners would dress in formal attire, for the evening meal. Once finished meal they would be entertained by a variety of performers. Magicians, comedians, dancers - cabaret style - a variety of entertainers, who would often chat with you and while away the evening. A time to indulge in a luxurious lifestyle, rarely ours back then! Most cruise ships sported a small swimming pool for those who liked to indulge and show off their skills to others watching! Passengers could also indulge and socialise in Shuffleboard: play Chess or Scrabble, or saunter down to play the slot machines in a below decks location. All this taking place, as overhead, wheeling and diving, shrieking Seagulls waited for food scraps to be thrown overboard or sent down the kitchen ‘gash’ chute, where they’d squabble and fight for the choicest scraps! Screaming “mine, mine, mine” they’d often lose out to another smarter marauding bird, perched on a Life boat or th taffrail, waiting for the opportunity to snatch up the most succulent scrap, then head away as fast as its wings would allow! Some Diners would encourage their antics by throwing food scraps into the air, which a bird would adeptly catch in mid air. Life on board a Cruise ship was a time for luxurious living, whether it was in the Atlantic, Caribbean, or the coast of Brazil or coast of Chile. Waited on by an army of crew attendants, passengers had every possible need catered for. Ah what great memories we possess of our two week cruise we still enjoy! Ones we can relive at will today, thanks to the multitude of photographs we took. Rhymer.

Atlantic
Magician
Swimming pool
Shuffleboard
Seagulls.
Taffrail
Luxury
Attendants
Chute
Screaming.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 14 20, 12:02

I'm afraid that, since you've used all these words in your own tale, Denis, any attempt on my part to used them again (especially because I've never been on a cruise ship) would end up being repetitive or boring. I'm going to have to leave the next tale up to either you or Sylvia, I'm afraid. For the sake of the future, I'd suggest that NONE of the added five words that you offer be in your own tale. Respectfully, Daniel *sun*

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 14 20, 18:05

Mini story Finale as per Rhymer.

Atlantic
Magician
Swimming pool
Shuffleboard
Seagulls.
Taffrail
Luxury
Attendants
Chute
Screaming.

Leaving the Atlantic behind we sailed into the Panama Canal. Firstly the locks kept us bottled up ready to move out once the convoy for the westward trip had assembled. Much depended upon the Eastward flow of shipping. Strictly regulated, Cruise ships of all descriptions and sizes made up the convoy. A strict 4 nautical knots an hour was enforced with heavy fines for miscreants. With towering cliffs along part of the canal route, and steep forested areas, the journey was an adventure second to none. All the time Seagulls accompanied us with their Screaming cries, as if to warn any ‘locals’ this was their ship and beware interlopers, if they neared the kitchen Chute! Passengers lined the Taffrail along both sides of the ship’s upper deck waving to any peasants seen. A ritual that seems expected of all cruising tourists. Even as we sailed along, Ship’s Attendants brought all manner of cool and hot drinks to passengers, who seemed to do nothing but wait for service. A few ‘regulars’ - tourists who booked a cabin every year, would ignore the scenery and play Shuffleboard, whilst others partially submerged, chose the Swimming pool to escape the tropical heat. Often, all that could be seen of them, was a head and the hand that clasped their drink. Amongst the Taffrail gawkers, often a few of the evening entertainers - such as the Magician might be seen, though he was more likely to be propping up the Duty Free bar, quaffing a lager or suchlike, chatting the bar tender. The bar would be strategically situated off the main foredeck, where passengers could still see the land slipping away behind them, if they twisted their elevated bar stool landwards. The essential hallmark of a Luxury cruise is always deemed ‘service’, no matter how much it costs! Rhymer.

Yet again, I seem to have mistakenly added words that are not permissible. I thought the idea was to use words that would test the writer. Whether or not they are used in the Chapter or not. As for being boring? Surely that depends upon how you would look at the offering and how much imagination you put into your composition.

Not to worry Daniel. I just enjoy the pleasure of making a story with whatever ten words are offered. If you choose to use them or not, has little bearing on the way I approach a topic/subject. Guess that’s where I differ from many?

So now I will add this Chapter - a final one is always welcomed by me - or perhaps you’d like to start another story with words of your own choosing. The Challenge is creativity and given time - mine is very limited - we can see how it goes. Sorry for the screw-up I made. I’m learning all the time. Rhymer.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 14 20, 18:33

I'm the one with little creativity, Denis. It's your gift of storytelling, not mine. The words that you added were FINE; it's just that you had already used them in the story, so I felt too limited to create something ELSE from them, adding to my difficulty. This time you added NO WORDS.

I will simply wait your return to add FIVE NEW WORDS to whichever five of the old words that you choose to keep. I'm only desiring to keep the fun activity going, my friend. Please continue to offer your wonderful stories. They're very refreshing to me. Again, as to my stories being boring, do note that Sylvia has never failed to appreciate your stories, whereas there's seldom a word about mine, except for occasionally making her laugh. I do tend to be boring! That's not criticism of our friend Sylvia; it's the reality about ME.

deLighting to share and awaiting your word list, Daniel *sun*

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 14 20, 20:46

Hi Daniel , I thank you for your comments. I however, would like to make a couple of comments regarding this Challenge. A Challenge which I find very evocative and stimulating, and something I really do enjoy - possibly need as I grow older and fight the never ending fight to make use of whatever sight is left me. The scariest time of my life without a doubt! This blasted Corona virus is a curse which prevents me from getting the cataract operation I so badly need on my one working eye!
Between Sylvia ansd yourself, I have enjoyed a resurgence of my pleasure in wrtiting. For months now, poetry - which has always been my second love - my dear wife Pauline of 65 years has been and remains my First Love - has been a lost “ talent” for want of a better word, shall we say? Unfortunately Pauline is suffering the first signs of demntia - maybe Alzheimer’s so I tend to be a little lax in finding out the guidelines rule a Challenge. Not known as a patient man, the need for tolerance and patience, has never been greater than now.
Of late I have found it a hard, unforgiving, stoney road to walk, and the extreme heat of summer - breaking all manner of records, ;plus my love of gardening - two acres - has me on my knees some days.
Okay I’ve made my excuses. For which I apologise. I don;t want to sound as a Dutch Uncle but what I’m trying to say is that whether you think yourself good, bad or indifferent, really matters not if you write as you can/do, and enjoy it! Boring? Not a bit of it. We all look at life and interpret it in a way familiar to us. One we are comfortable with, and no matter what others may think, if you enjoy what you’re doing, knowing, and it is your best? That’s what counts. I am truly grateful for the chance to participate in what has awakened my little grey cells once again. Not much poetry, but with around five thousand written - a book published and my publisher wants me to put together another - very flattering but out of the qustion right now - I’ve covered a lot of topics, subjects and feelings - as I see them. I find the lack of interest shown today in MM, which was a vibrant and stimulating site, vey sad. Basicaslly I get a great kick out of “trying” my hand at whatever is thrown my way. Always great when someone enjoys my attempt.

Too late to add a list of words tonight, but will do so in the morning. Hope you’re over the worst of your Op? I have a severe hernia - my third, but again Covid-19 prevents me having it fixed right now. Growing old is a bummer, and don’t I know it!! Take care, Sayonara and catch you again later. Denis aka Rhymer.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 14 20, 21:30

I also miss the former vibrancy of MM but for a few years enjoyed playing with Larry in the "basement" here before he suddenly also disappeared without explanation, just about the time Sylvia reappeared. So it's been a great joy to be playing here with BOTH of you. I'm so sorry to hear about the situation with your lovely wife, and I certainly feel with you about the operations you have to postpone. In fact tomorrow morning one of my HS classmates is having cataract surgery in Washington State, where the COVID has run rampant. I know he's taking great care. I've sent this link to a number of friends via email and Facebook, but I don't have you on either of them, so here is link I believe you'll find interesting and encouraging re COVID-19 -- an interview with a physician who treats his patients with nebulized budesonide: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDSDdwN2Xcg&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR2y09SfpvRw2lBkmsyJ2tpb3FAQ_BTnb53jx7zRLPynx_5vnj8JCGi97Lk When you click it, for some reason it starts in the middle. Simply back it up to the beginning to hear the whole interview.

I'll save you the trouble of creating the 10 words by taking 5 of yours and arbitrarily listing 5 more to just keep us moving along. Hope you don't mind.

deLightingly, Daniel *sun*

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 14 20, 23:48

luxury
attendants
shuffleboard
swimming pool
magician
tablespoon
grilled
soggy
storm
blister

I don't have the luxury of writing from home just now because I don't expect to be home until Friday. I do have attendants here at the rehab wing of the nursing home who bring my food and answer the buzzer when I have some need. However we don't have shuffleboard, there's no swimming pool, and the kitchen staff are definitely no magicians with their food preparation -- although recently they did make an egg salad sandwich with about a tablespoon of egg salad and a grilled cheese sandwich which had almost no cheese and was not grilled, but was burnt, soggy and too hot to eat!

I was hoping that there would be a swimming pool at our house by the time that I got home, but the family members working on it stopped short after their site preparation a couple of days ago to replace the one that had been damaged in a storm. My wife makes no promises about it, but hopes that our son and grandsons will have it completed before I arrive. However, because of the side effects of one of the antibiotics that I must take presently, I will have to wear the most opaque suntan lotion when using the pool, lest my skin blister!

Well... Now the story-telling goes back to you guys, Denis and Sylvia!

tablespoon
grilled
soggy
storm
blister
aftermath
barbeque
dandelion
minivan
stumbled

in Light of all of our problems -- namely snow and cold, oppressive heat and failing eyesight, and recovery from surgeries -- Daniel *sun*

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 15 20, 09:24

The Homecoming.

New Mini Story by Daniel - words to use.

tablespoon
grilled
soggy
storm
blister
aftermath
barbeque
dandelion
minivan
stumbled

The morning dawned. Today I was scheduled to return home and familiar places, for which, of late, I had greatly yearned. Having undergone a replacement operation, I had been assigned to a wing on the rehabilitation centre attached to the orthopaedic hospital. Known as The Care Centre it was situated in a quiet part of the hospital grounds where a sea of Dandelions could be seen, waving to and fro. They had claimed the Soggy area around the Swimming Pool as theirs alone. Growing in the forbidding bleak hospital precincts, they were the only bright aspect to be seen in the so-called, garden area that surrounded the building. Despite a fierce Storm overnight, their bright, yellow bobbing heads were a sight to behold. One that seemed to tell all, they were not cowed by Nature’s angry spats.
Another Aftermath of the storm was the litter of debris, that had fallen from the hospital roof. Broken tiles, and a length of rusty guttering, together with the remnants of a broken skylight - looking akin to a Blister - lay in a tangled heap, next to the Barbeque. Even as I stood contemplating the scene, I was reminded by the sound of a rattling Tablespoon that my final meal at this rehab centre, was being served. On seeing the Grilled concoction the hospital chef called a ‘gourmet’s delight’, I realised it was more than I could stomach, so I slowly Stumbled my way down the hallway to the reception area, to await the Minivan that would take me back home and into the arms of my family. There doubtless, a good, satisfying meal to mark a ‘survivor’s’ return, would be prepared for me. Rhymer.

Blister
Barbeque
Dandelion
Stumbled
Aftermath
Swathes
Roadster
Response
Lantern
Scribe

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 15 20, 18:15

swathes
dandelion
aftermath
scribe
response
blister
barbeque
stumbled
roadster
lantern

I would strangely miss the swathes of dandelions on the hospital grounds, but it will be great to arrive at home this Friday. I'm still in the aftermath of the two surgeries (April 15 and July 2), replacing all and then part of my right knee joint, but it was wonderful to have the bandage removed at the surgeon's office today and have his records scribed down as a response to their records for me to return to the rehab. I still have to take an additional antibiotic to the one I've taken for several years, the side effect of which is blistering of the skin if exposed to the sun without sunblock, so I'll have to be careful during sessions in our swimming pool or backyard barbeques. I've stumbled on another fact too: I still don't have my Trail Wagon "roadster" to get me around in the yard to do various chores, so I won't have it during the evenings to ride around outside with its little lantern, giving the children a ride. I'm still not sure whether I'll be flying out to Tacoma next month to visit family, but we'll take one day at a time.

deLighting to share in the form form of a "story," Daniel

aftermath
scribe
stumbled
roadster
lantern
flagpole
vegetable garden
flagstones
fire pit
maple tree

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 16 20, 08:32

aftermath
scribe
stumbled
roadster
lantern
flagpole
vegetable garden
flagstones
fire pit
maple tree

The days drag slowly by - impatient am I to leave the rehab centre behind and return to more familiar places. Although my Vegetable Garden had not been planted this year, still I miss walking - perhaps Stumbling is a better word? For in truth, thanks to my damaged knee, it was not walking, but more often by making use of my Roadster ‘walker’ I negotiated the Flagstone path that began at the back door Flagpole, and continued around the edge of the fenced swimming pool. From it I could enjoy old 'familiars' such as the Maple Tree, that cast its shade over the Fire-pit barbeque. At times I’d stop awhile to enjoy the sounds of twitteringf birds in its branches overhead. From its lowest, a Lantern often swings in the evening breeze, from which, beams of ambient light add ambiance to our evening pleasures. Always a reminder that our Shangri-la, is a most enjoyable, relaxing place. Its light allows us to put closure to our day when viewed from my upper bedroom window. More so, on a mid-summer night, when fire -flies flit in abandon, add their flickering lights over the moonlit swimming pool waters. A time when to re;ax and enjoy, before heading to bed and sleep. If one looks closely around the Lantern’s base, they’ll find the poetic words of the Scribe, Thomas Edward Brown - A Garden is a Lovesome Thing - Got Wot, are etched thereon. This favourite poem of mine, adds a moment of truth to my life now I'm retired.
Truly, my return home on Friday cannot come soon enough. Rhymer.

lantern
flagpole
vegetable garden
flagstones
fire pit
maple tree
burning bush
bird bath or fountain
trellis
Squirrels


PS: Hopefully my words will make it easier to continue on by keeping the garden theme going. Perhaps this will give both Sylvia, Daniel and myself, more scope and make it a more interesting and acceptable read? Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 16 20, 17:21

vegetable garden
trellis
flagstone
fire pit
lantern
flagpole
burning bush
fountain
maple tree
squirrels

Indeed, our vegetable garden remained untilled this year, and the trellis entrance is bare of any vines, but my son made a standing wooden garden for my wife to plant some vegetables in, plus she purchased a couple of large round plastic planters in which to plant others. Between us, they'll be more ornamental than productive, but we'll see. My Rollator walker works well both on flagstone or the lawn, and I can also roll the large garbage can in which we place paper and cardboard to start fires in the fire pit for evening enjoyment burning fallen tree limbs and cut logs some evenings in the light of the fire and lanterns.

I miss the old flagpole at our property in Bridgeton where we'd lived for 16 years and currently rent out its four apartments. I also miss the burning bush plants along the front walk there and also the fountain at the fish pond that we had to fill in at the foot of the wrap-around porch's back entrance, but here we have a huge maple tree that shades much of the house and the whole area where we often picnic, and where our Pomeranian often chases squirrels when he does not have a huge branch in his mouth. It's a very pleasant place I'm looking forward to come home to tomorrow.

trellis
fire pit
burning bush
fountain
squirrels
robins
oak tree
black cherry trees
apple trees
riding mower

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 17 20, 09:59

New Chapter - Amazing Revelations.

trellis
fire pit
burning bush
fountain
squirrels
robins
oak tree
black cherry trees
apple trees
riding mower.


Seemingly in my advancing age, my wife and I share many memories and present day happenings tha run akin to yours. That we possess a wealth of similarities with your own, beggars belief, with so much in common. 25 years ago in July, we began our unknown but hopefully, lengthy period of retirement. With a dream - a passion if you prefer - to turn a 2 acre wilderness area on which was erected a small bungalow - into a pleasant haven to spend out final days away from the hustle and bustle of life we had known for so long. Your retirement haven appears - maybe on a smaller scale - to be almost a match! Today we take each day as it comes. There’s always lots to do and see. Within its boundaaries, wildlife and nature abounds. Squirrels - red, black and grey steal fro our bird feeders that attract, Robins - nestlings presently learning to fly - Chickadees and a variety of resident varieties. Always a joy to see - though we watch carefully our trio of cats do not go hunting! Throughout our property one can see Black Cherry trees with fattening fruits hanging clusters throughout. Likewise several Apple trees and a young Oak tree, which I planted as a White Oak sapling in our first year of residence. Just one of many I planted. For instance, a Variegated Maple as well as a Norway Maple - now forty feet high that shades the lower reaches of the middle gardens. Green Ash, Weeping Willows in the swampy area. Burning bush and seedlings can be found in several areas, which add a vivid ‘fire’ effect that helps us to celebrate Autumn’s arrival. With Wisteria and Honeysuckles weaving over Trellis and fence throughout, they provide a sharp contrast to the Morning Glory supported by a wrought iron trellis that invites the visitor to our front entrance. A Fountain once stood at the west end of our pond, but winter’s severe cold finally ended its days.
After its final collapse, it was replaced by a waterfall that is better suited for Ontario winters. The pond that holds some six thousand gallons of water that flows from the garden well I dug - after dowsing for same. Its waters, seldom run completely dry. This too, was hand dug. The pond is often an attraction for Kingfisher and Heron , - even on occasion, an Osprey, but alas, today no fish reside therein, thanks again to the severity of Winters that finally proved to be more than we could overcome. After twenty years of fighting Winter, all 45 Goldfish - some 15 inches in length - were lost due to unusual flucuating winter temperatures. Becoming trapped between layers of ice, they unseen, met their demise two winters ago! Ah yes, a Fire pit? An essential which we have used on occasion. Better than any store bought barbeque, it sees less of us these days, as mosquitos and deer flies - pestilences - allow few periods of relaxation. Despite our tree and common frogs in number! With paths that encircle and penetrate the property we can and do spend hours just walking, and sitting - five garden benches strategically placed where we can sit and enjoy Nature’s bounties. Indeed a Shangri-la that allows us to meditate and relax in the cooling shade of Cedar and Maple. Whilst the scent of flowers - from some 50 flower beds, and the hum of honey bees, along with the butterflies that flutter throughout our several glades, help to take us into wheresoever imagination and memories allow.
No matter what make happen in the future, none of therse mermories can be taken from us. However we do differ inasmuch as my three grassed areas are hand mown. No Riding Mower for me. A rechargeable battery hand operated mower makes for less pollution. I much prefer to breathe, Nature’s aromas! Denis.

Trellis
fire pit
squirrels
oak tree
apple trees
Grackles
Paper Birch
Gravel
Visitors
Neighbours

Posted by: Psyche Jul 17 20, 15:27

Hello Denis, your stories are excellent, a joy to read. Your land sounds like some paradise, I wish I could visit you and your butterflies, flowers, ducks, ponds, etc. I'd sit under the trellis (with Wisteria) and think up new poems.
Perhaps a fire pit is similar to what we have in Argentine Patagonia. One digs a pit in the earth, puts an iron railing from a barbecue and cooks all sorts of meats, including fish and veggies, covered with large leaves. This is covered with stones and earth and left to slowly cook for about 3 hours. It was done by the indigenous people for thousands of years.
Delicious, except I'm a vegetarian. My son-in-law makes it very well, mostly during Summer.
I'm afraid I can't match your mesmerizing tales, but I did the word challenges.
Bye for now and keep safe in your glorious surroundings. Sylvia

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 17 20, 15:57

If you have Flash on your computer Sylvia or Daniel for that matter, you can see some of my efforts on the site I give you here. Some poetry too. Hotter than a firer pit today and I've been sweating hard out in it, buiding a small shelter for one of my benches. Painting is not my forte! Lol. Ciao. Denis.

Yry this. http://www3.sympatico.ca/poetscorner/gallery.html

By the way if you come this way, you're more than welcome to come and stay with us. We've had friends from Australia and Venezuela come for a visit and loved every minute of it.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 18 20, 05:31

For some reason, Flash is blocked on my computer. Not sure why, since I used to have it. Can't figure out how to unblock. I'm afraid my gardening days are over because of my knees, though I'm hoping that once I have recovery from my current operations might at least modify that situation. Jason and Eileen attempted to put up the sides of the new pool yesterday, but Jason found them too heavy to manipulate, so they had to put it back away and come up with another plan. Am hoping it gets up before summer is over. It's nice to be home. Had some time with the grandchildren in my room yesterday, but I spend most of the day catching up on sleep! I wish we could invite either of you for a visit here, but we have a house full, though when we do have visitors, Eileen gives up her bedroom (a queen sized bed) and she comes and sleeps beside me in her lounge chair (two in my room) for the night. Frequently does that when our youngest daughter's family comes for a visit... so actually, you COULD come to visit us any time.

I'm afraid we don't have the showcase that Denis does, though between our two adjacent properties we have nearly 10 acres. Half of out side of the property is a hay field that is mown a few times per year as he creates hay bales. The back half of the property where my son resides is a large woods, where quite a few deer and turkey reside, along with several other critters. I don't get to walk around there because of my disability, but I used to used my trail wagon to negotiate a trail that goes through the back half of it. Walking in the forest requires taking care for the deer ticks, which can pass on Lyme Disease, if you're not sure to carefully check your body and shower when you come inside.

I'm not going to attempt to write a short story just now, but I could be back later. Am going to do the word challenges, however, and perhaps I'll return.

Best wishes to you both in your heat and your cold! - Daniel

Trellis
fire pit
oak tree
apple trees
visitors
squirrels
paper birch
grackles
gravel
neighbours

I'm afraid that our trellis is bare this year, and our fire pit is a very different sort. It's simply a piece of ground dug out slightly and surrounded by formed concrete blocks to the height of about a foot and a half in which a fire with logs from some of our oak trees in the forest and limbs from our apple trees, can be created to warm and enchant visitors who surround it, usually at night, when the squirrels are sleeping. Alas, we have no paper birch trees, and fortunately grackles don't generally show up around our property for some reason. We do need a little more gravel in our circular driveway between the two properties, especially in the part near the fire pit, where the ground forms a bit of mud, particularly in the spring, or when it rains a lot. We're far enough from our neighbours, though we can easily see them, so that our activity doesn't bother them.

visitors
paper birch
grackles
gravel
neighbors
railroad
stop sign
dog path
forest
buck

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 18 20, 18:15

visitors
paper birch
grackles
gravel
neighbors
railroad
stop sign
dog path
forest
buck

Although we have Neighbours who we occasionally glimpse as they go about their daily business, or meandering along the Dog path through the large Spruce and Cedar Forest to the South and West. However, for the most part, we enjoy our own company and keep to ourselves. Our quiet enclave is one that we enjoy immensely, for therein we see all manner of wildlife. Being a quiet rural area its peaceful location, allows us to see and enjoy the occasion Black Bear, White Tailed Deer, Wild Turkeys and Coyotes. None of which bother us nor we them! All go quietly about their daily routine, knowing the satisfaction of seclusion from hunters and all who deny them the freedom to live their lives, as they want. Even in the seclusion of my garden I have come face to face with a large Buck, In fact, we met face to face on more than one occasion! We both went about our day’s chores, unperturbed or too excited from the encounter. One reason why we call our furthest distant landscaped area Tranquillity. Indeed it is a quiet retreat of Maple, Ash, Black Cherry, Willow and Paper Birch, that is under planted with a huge variety of Hosta Lilies and Ligularia! It truly is tranquil to just sit on the well used, garden bench that was one of the first to be placed for a quiet siesta hour.
Younger neighbours who remain working on a daily routine, travel to the neighbouring city of Peterborough. To get there, they stop at the Stop sign at the end of our road and head West. Taking the busy highway they soon arrive at Peterborough. From there, they can take highway #7 or the train and travel to Toronto then the world! Once an integral part of the Railroad network, that covers most of Ontario and Canada, travellers or Visitors could stop overnight in our local hotel that was situated across the main road from the Havelock railway station. Walking across the highway they could catch a local passenger train to Toronto via Peterborough. A gateway to the wide world. Alas, today it’s no longer possible for the hotel was demolished fifteen years ago, and all passenger traffic ended, However the railroad that runs about 200 yards north of our country haven, is still a busy line, and Havelock residents and surrounding areas still hear the sound of train horns and whistles every morning around 6.00 am. Thanks to the ubiquitous motor car, passenger trains became redundant. Today, on the railroad, all we see are freight cars which daily, head to Nephton and back to Toronto, via Peterborough, If one visited Nephton you would find huge granite and limestone mines. Some 18 miles to our north, they are very active in the mining of limestone aggregate, Gravel and sand. Annually, over a million tons are sent by freight train, to various locations throughout Ontario. Used in many construction projects, it is the railroad that provides the easiest and cheapest transportation for such vast amounts.

Most times our daily jaunts, begin and end on our attached elevated deck. When Nature allows, we can spot Blue Jays, Grackles, Starlings, Crows, Robins, Woodpeckers and Geese ad infinitum, as well as a huge variety of Sparrows. Swallows and Sand Martins who help keep the mosquito population under control! Feeders hang from our Butternut Tree, tempt the passing migrating bird to stop awhile. Many stop briefly to rest, eat and fraternise with their friends before moving on. We too spend time watching the many varied species, passing through, as we listen to the resident Grouse and Squirrels. Both of whom, keep a wary eye on our three cats. Warning all who would listen, not to take chances. Chipmunks too, have found their match with our trio of expert hunting felines! This is definitely not a place for the timid or unwary animal! Yes it is our Shangri-la, and second to none of any others we know of! As we head into the unknown future, this is indeed our place to reminisce. A place to recall, and relive our many memories, and to recall times of joy. A reward we will continue to enjoy until circumstance force us to leave, or the Grim Reaper calls us home. Hopefully, a moment that remains a few years down the road. Denis.

railroad
stop sign
dog path
forest
buck
Level crossing
Twitcher
Gold
Mercury
Dowser

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 19 20, 05:52

railroad
stop sign
dog path
forest
level crossing
buck
twitcher
dowser
gold
mercury

The entrance to our property is right at the stop sign warning sign about three hundred yards before the stop sign on the boulevard that lies on both sides of the railroad tracks running in front of our two houses. The tracks have a level crossing there at Garden Road and at Wheat Road about a quarter mile south of us. We have a circular drive that goes between the two properties, and our little Pomeranian mutt is too small to create much of a dog path, plus he only goes outside when accompanied by family members, since he's been picked up running in the street a couple of times, and the last time we were fined for it! The forest that lies behind the part of the property where my son lives has adjacent woods going all the way to Garden Road, and there are considerable deer, including both bucks and does in that woods, along with turkey, fox and perhaps some other creatures... plus a lot of birds of various kinds. Of course we have no Brit twitchers in this neck of the woods, nor any dowsers for them so far as I know. I have seen a few goldfinch over the past few years, but not frequently. In the past few days, the mercury has been rising to nearly 100 degrees, so I've not been outside much, plus a short-term antibiotic that was added before my last operation has the side effect of blistering of the skin if I expose it to the sun without severe sunscreen. That should end soon, for which I'm thankful.

level crossing
twitcher
dowser
gold
mercury
highway
church
downtown
gas station
post office

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 19 20, 15:56

level crossing
twitcher
dowser
gold
mercury
highway
church
downtown
gas station
post office

Although we seem to have many commonalities with our two locations. apparent from reading your chapter - far more than I had ever imagined, it is also very evident there are differences of culture, lifestyle and lives led and followed today. It also seems Mother Nature is intent on having her say in today’s weather and how she affects our lives. Of course age also plays an important role in my life today, to an extent far greater than I had ever imagined or wanted. Personally, I have little fear of sun burn -but I do take precautions dependant on the ruling conditions. Important inasmuch as I spend most of my days working outside, wearing the minimum of clothing. Gardening however, does impose some restrictions of course, and I do take note of what is deemed circumspect and safe when exposed to strong. harmful sun rays. Having said thus, I’ll now continue with my next Chapter for the present Mini Story.

We live but a short distance from the small community of Havelock. Once a bustling hub of activity, situated on the Trans Canada Highway, in recent years it has become more of a Retirement Community for Toronto’s retired folks. Almost daily, new faces are seen and greeted. As such it possesses a dearth of small Churches, with most denominations represented. An active Post Office, is situated in the central Downtown area, where many gather regularly, to meet and discuss local and current affairs. Ever a great source of community happenings, where one can, with a dash of personal bias, get to hear all the latest gossip and ‘goings-on’ in the community. Several Gas Stations, ideally situated on the Trans Canada, which thrive on regular through traffic. With many folks headed East to Quebec: West to Toronto or NorthEast to Ottawa, our Capital City, or vice versa, they supply much needed traveller essentials. Being situated roughly halfway between Toronto and Ottawa, their location is well suited for present day needs.

The railway once served several thriving industries located a few miles East. The communities of Marmora and Cordova were once a very important and lucrative source of building materials. Besides which lodes of Lead, Gold and Silver were discovered and recovered for more than a century. All are now abandoned, although there has been some interest in bring abandoned mines back to life again, as modern needs require their hidden wealth, it has been discovered this need might well be served by searching through the wastes of earlier mining. One thing has been discovered from the once thriving mining industry, is the leaching of Mercury from the huge piles of discarded waste materials. It so happens that due to their location, leaching slowly makes its way, via tributaries and smaller rivers, it eventually ends up in the Trent river system. With numerous communities drawing their water needs from same, it recently came to light, that many cases of Cancer were probably the result of mining! A mining legacy never considered until now.

Besides gardening and the joy of landscaping our 2 acres to suit our wishes and desires, I am also empowered with the gift of a Dowser. Water Witching if you prefer? For a gift it is. Being an oft required talent which I enjoy exercising when requested. Thanks to this gift I was able to locate, and personally dig two shallow wells - Wellsprings of never ending sparkling, crystal clear, cool water, which serves both the house needs, and for supplying my many gardening and pond requirements. All in all, I have excavated by hand, four ponds. Firstly there was the large fish pond, then there was one which today, serves as a reservoir for a needed source to circulate through my small ‘replica gorge’, whilst the others are located either side of the central path. These two shallow ponds, serve as reflecting ponds, but soon became a home to numerous frogs and toads once the growth of natural algae took over. Besides giving us a choral concert most evenings, they do a yeoman job, in helping to control our pestilential enemies - namely mosquitos!

Finally with five bench style garden seats located in various semi-hidden spots, where bird Twitchers such as my late, long time buddy, Peter, can enjoy their love of spotting unusual birds, without the fear of interruption or annoying interference from visitors walking through. Always well suited to sit awhile and enjoy the ambiance of quietude, being “Far From the Madding Crowd” as my compatriot UK Dorset author, Thomas Hardy, so aptly said. A sentiment agreed to, by many of our numerous visitors. Friends, neighbours and complete strangers have all, on occasion, remarked upon the pleasure, relaxation and peace they have discovered in our small, not really remote, garden oasis. All thanks to a dream my wife and I shared on seeing this ‘small’ bungalow for sale all those years ago. With our planned oasis begun shortly after we moved in - 25 years ago - it remains a work in progress! Soon after we moved in, I blocked off the large circular driveway which was used more as a convenience by folks who had changed their minds as to which way they were travelling. or had lost their bearings. Also school bus operators, as a convenience, used it more than ourselves! It was blocked off by my planting a thick Cedar hedge, which not only deadens most traffic sounds, but prevents any incursion by unwanted traffic. Rhymer.

twitcher
dowser
gold
mercury
twitcher
church
Preacher
Raccoon
Comet
Moonlight
Choir

Sorry if you feel I got carried away with my "Chapter" but I wanted to give you a 'feeling' for our home. Denis.

Posted by: Psyche Jul 19 20, 16:27

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Jul 19 20, 17:56 )

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 19 20, 18:11

Mini Story continues.

raccoon
comet
moonlight
choir
Birthday card
curtains
helmet
sitcom
Antarctica

When Mother Nature scotched my plans this Sunday, with a fast moving cold front that brought a heavy Storm system that swept all across Ontario, dropping heavy rain accompanied with strong gusty winds - it took our Curtains by surprise, blowing them horizontally into the room, until I closed the windows, I later wondered, as daylight began to fade, whether a Comet had passed close to Mother Earth, to trigger the event, before heading back out into the vastness of space?
Grabbing my working Helmet as a guard against walking into a fallen tree - if one had done so - thought to take a quick look outside to see if any damage had occurred? As I left the house to check out our Tranquility location, I spotted the local Preacher passing by, on his way to conduct the Choir in rehearsal. With a Moonlight vigil planned for later this week, he intended overseeing their progress, even though it meant he’d miss the latest episode of his favourite Sitcom.

As I walked into my garden I caught sight of a Raccoon silently passing by in the Moonlight, and also thought of Sylvia who was now enjoying the latest cold weather blast of snow from Antarctica. A cold spell I could and would really appreciate right now, after weeks of our sweltering heat wave. With no end to it in sight, I wonder how I shall cope? The night air reminded me that I had to hasten out tomorrow and purchase a Birthday Card for my Sister. With the Covid-19 virus still very much in control - both here and in the UK - it is important I take advantage of a lull in infected numbers to ensure she receives it in time. A mere youngster in comparison to myself, she would be upset not to receive a card from her ever loving brother. Ergo - Me Denis..

comet
moonlight
choir
Birthday card
curtains
orchids
mangoes
Red Snapper
Dogwood.
Catkins

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 20 20, 02:05

catkins
dogwood
mangoes
orchids
moonlight
comet
choir
curtains
birthday card
red snapper

On our property there are no trees with catkins hanging from their limbs, and we haven't a single dogwood, though the property we now rent out in Bridgeton, where we used to live, has one prominently placed at the end of our wrap-around porch and near the entrance to the second and third floor apartments. Though my daughter developed a taste for mangoes when she lived in Mexico, we can't grow them here because of winter frost, and since we don't have the greenhouse that My wife has long wanted, we cannot grow orchids either. (I so remember the one's in Major General Harcourt Hervey's greenhouse in Pasadena, for whom I worked for two years during two years of college. He was General Eisenhower's Aide-de-camp)

Now that I'm beginning to be able to get around a bit better, I'm looking forward to spending some evenings outside by the moonlight, perhaps searching the night sky for a comet or a choir of falling stars, unless clouds serve as curtains to hide them from me.

The other night I had a feast of baked red snapper before I spent a wonderful evening of reminiscing with my older sister Linda in Idaho over the telephone after I sent virtual birthday cards to a younger brother Chuck in Tacoma and a former traveling quartet partner Carl near Chattanooga, who share the same birthday. It's amazing how telephone and internet can connect us in such far distances -- like Ontario, New Jersey and Argentina.

orchids
mangoes
red snapper
dogwood
catkins
internet
Philadelphia
politicos
baseball
seclusion

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 20 20, 08:07

orchids
mangoes
red snapper
dogwood
catkins
internet
Philadelphia
politicos
baseball
seclusion

Due to the unusually warm temperatures of late, I have had a little time on my hands to sit and reminisce on days gone by, and how modernity has affected both my life and that of those who mean so much to me. Family, friends - all manner of loved ones - along with acquired acquaintances world-wide, who before now, I would have never known existed. Even though the invention of the telephone began this movement towards closer connections, since its inception, the Internet has proven to be the prime mover in the lives of my dear wife and myself. From all corners of the world - Sydney, Australia: Philadelphia USA: a host of contacts in England as well as folks from all around the Globe. A world wide network never thought feasible or possible, is now taken for granted. Even communications requests from would-be Politicos and scammers are common. Those who try to access our private world in an attempt to defraud us of our hard earned cash, should we be so foolish to give them details of our banking accounts! Although we are presently living a life of Seclusion- not only because of the pandemic, but from choice as well, communication today, is a far cry from the days of yesteryear. A time when Baseball and Cricket, in fact all sports and many other activities were solely dependant on the skills of a commentator, invited into our homes via radio waves.

Today I can sit on a bench under our Birch tree, bedecked and hung all over with Catkins. Shaded by the Red Dogwood to one side, I can enjoy a meal, reminiscent of our trip to Mexico, Jamaica, Columbia and Puerto Rico. All were favourite places to visit when we took our Winter vacation destinations, as and when time allowed. Places where we somewhat nervously tried out new ‘dishes’ such as Red Snapper - which proved to be an excellent gourmet delight' especially so when it was followed by a ‘fresh from the tree’ Mango or Banana. Even today, red mangoes, remain a favourite dessert fruit of ours. Being imported from various countries of South America. The Yellow Mango variety too - first tasted and enjoyed in Singapore many, many years ago, is much enjoyed!

However, of all my favourite memories - of visits to foreign places - there’s one moment in particular, that always brings back special memories. It was on our Bahamian vacation, when we were honoured to be offered a private tour of a unique collection of Orchids. Cultivated by a devotee of this exotic flower in a controlled greenhouse environment, he allowed no other species of flower, other than Orchids, the space to grow! It was an incredible sight! Achieved with some of the rarest species, seldom seen, in bloom. It was a rare opportunity, and an honour to be invited to view this exceptional display of what tender, loving care can achieve with exotic plants, given the passion required. A great delight often recalled that was much enjoyed by this, long time gardener.

Although today’s technical advances allow us to enjoy sights and sounds from all over the world, in the comfort of our own home, they cannot, and never will, come close to the pleasure of physically ‘being there’ when a ‘hands on’ opportunity is offered. Were we younger? Then travelling to explore and enjoy the sights, sounds, camaraderie and customs of foreign fellow beings, would be the highest priority. Modernity may allow us certain pleasures and opportunities, but, in my book, nothing beats ‘being there’ in person and the personal physical connection it offers, for that extra special connection! Essentials such as body language: facial expressions and the aura one senses, on meeting another person, face to face. All play an important part in human connectivity, and a very essential requirement, in my book. Rhymer.


Mangoes
Red snapper
Internet
Politicos
Seclusion
Vision
Swamp
Dolphins
Pelicans
Miami

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 20 20, 15:14

mangoes
red snapper
internet
politicos
seclusion
vision
swamp
Miami
dolphins
pelicans

Your story-telling is wonderful, Denis. It's always a pleasure to read and find out your wide interests and experience. I'm afraid it dwarfs my life and makes it an olive drab by comparison. You're absolutely right about red snapper followed by a splash of mangoes for a dinner delicacy. My favorites are fresh salmon, rainbow trout and catfish, although I also love flounder and other white fish... and I love fake crab (fish made to taste like crab) and I often have it (like today) for lunch in a salad along with fresh fruit and a vinaigrette dressing, often in the seclusion of my own room while I catch up with the news or some program on TV. My vision is poor, se I have a 50-inch screen staring at me, which allows me to be able to read the words on the screen (since I often cannot hear them well).

You're also right about all the would-be politicos who have access to us through the internet. That medium is perhaps as powerful as TV itself when it comes to electioneering. It certainly does not look like anyone is going to drain the swamp in DC any time soon.

It's been ages since I was in Miami. We spent our "honeymoon" in that area at Homestead Air Force Base, where my older sister was with her husband, our former neighbor in Tacoma with whom I worked at the East Side Boys' Club for several years, was stationed as a navigator on a bomber that flew out of that base. After our wedding, we'd driven from Cape May, NJ to Clearwater, FL, (with about $50 and no credit cards) where we emptied our old Ford that my mother-in-law gave us, then headed south to Homestead. We went to see "Sound of Music" together, spent a day with Linda and headed back to Clearwater and applied for employment, both of us getting jobs at Steak and Shake, she on the inside and I as a curb waiter. It was quite a summer before my junior year at Clearwater Christian College (where we'd met the year before). We didn't have time to see any dolphins down there, and we were there to early to see the Miami Dolphins, though I believe they had started playing there the year before (1966) founded by comedian Danny Thomas. We did see a number of pelicans, however before we returned to Clearwater.

vision
swamp
Miami
dolphins
pelicans
division
whales
circumference
dynamo
ammonia

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 21 20, 14:17

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vision
swamp
Miami
dolphins
pelicans
division
whales
circumference
dynamo
ammonia

Thank you kind Sir, your words are not only encouraging, but most gratifying too. Now to continue - as your words are very useful in recalling memories of days long past. You have opened the Weir to a maelstrom of remembered delights

Firstly, although it had been my boyhood dream to travel the Circumference of this beautful planet Earth , which we humans call Home, I fell short of my ambitious Vision, or my goal in life if you prefer, by quite a few miles. However, I did manage to see and experience many aspects of it, and the peoples that lived life completely dissimilar to mine. However I had long vowed, I would be circumspect in all my meetings and dealings with any ‘strangeness’ met. Unfamiliar compared with my own manner of living, that is - I would view with an open mind. I like to think that even today, I remain tolerant and open minded regarding all customs and views that do not align with mine. Not always easy, but it surely has allowed me to meet and understand why \strange’ habits, ceremonies and life styles, developed as they have. All in all, tolerance and keeping an open mind, has served me well.
Firstly upon my volunteering for a seven plus years spell in the Royal Navy, my resolve was to be severely tested on more than one occasion. Even meeting folks from different parts of the British Isles, proved to be an eye opener, to which I had never once given thought! Even communicating with the various dialects and usage of what was thought the ‘common’ language, proved to be a challenge! When the time came for me to be ‘shipped’ to ‘foreign’ lands, to serve my Queen and Country? Then opened floodgates I had never dreamed were there! The simple voyage from Scotland in 1951 to my eventual destination - Sasebo - Japan, gave me opportunity to truly practice, those very tenets to which I had long sworn to uphold! Language could be, and often was, the toughest barrier I had to overcome, but with a little ingenuity and using ‘sign’ language, most were overcome. Often accompanied with ribald laughter from listeners, and embarrassment too - on both sides - if the truth be told! Eventually we would be understood as we would those we met. Language can often seem a Swamp in which one flounders helplessly, until someone, without thought of recompense, comes along with understanding of the point you’re trying to get across, and throws you a lifeline of salvation, with which you can redeem your loss of face!

Travelling East by Aircraft Carrier and later, Destroyer Depot ship, not only allowed me to visit ports and peoples along the way, but also allowed me to witness Nature in its many forms. Forms which few land-lubbers see except for video offerings on the TV or cinema screen. I have witnessed the exhuberance of dare devil Dolphins racing alongside our bow, daring one another to see how close they could swim, and yet remain out of danger! A pod of same, often proves to be a whirling Dynamo of spinning bodies, from which it is impossible to separate a single one! I’ve seen Whales of several species, leaping out of ‘Sound’ waters, as they sought to enjoy the freedom it awarded them, along with its added effect. The cleansing of leech-like parasites, from their hides. Even at times, Mussels that had sought a ‘free’ ride. I have watched the antics of Pelicans in several locations, and their firm adherence to their social structure. Something every living creature when watched, seems to have instinctive rules and regulations to follow. Even they have Divisions - not always obvious as first glance - in their communities. Nevertheless, Nature in all its many forms, is always a joy to watch.

Thinking back over those early years when global warming and the changing climate, seemed not to affect life in the oceans as it does today, I wonder why Ammonia, long known as an alternative fuel source - or carrier of energy if you so choose - was not seriously considered, and put to good use, in the propulsion of the numerous ships that sail the world’s oceans today? Technology has made great strides in the past decades, but what few changes have been implemented so far, do not reflect the potential disaster affecting our planet today! It might have been lessened, had this Hydrogen carrier been developed further, and utilised to a much greater extent. Had the numerous passenger Cruise ships that sail in and out of Miami, been fitted out in a manner that utilises ammonia? It might have resulted in a different scenario, to that of today. A city such as Miami for me, has been nothing but a brief ‘change-over’ destination. From plane to ship, and vice versa, for a booked berth on a cruise ship. Ten words may be thought a Challenge, but for this old ‘Salt’ they are but a ‘trigger’ for recalling the pleasures of exploring new lands: meeting folks of different cultures, and seeing Nature in all its glory. Never to be forgotten. Shared with many. Enjoy! Rhymer.

Swamp
Vision
Dynamo
Circumference
Pelicans
Cockles
Rain Forest
Geisha Girls
Hurricane
Sugar Cane

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 21 20, 15:40

swamp
cockle
dynamo
hurricane
circumference
rain forest
sugar cane
vision
pelicans
Geisha girls


I think of the days not long ago when I would be swamped with paperwork, and sometimes in anger I'd want to cockle some of it and throw it into the wastebasket or throw it into the air to create a dynamo of confusion in protest to the unnecessary and time-consuming record-keeping, as though our program of helping family members of adults with mental illness was a clinical program, which it was not.

Anyhow, those days are behind me, but I now have a new workload. I've begun writing poetry again like a hurricane, and on AllPoetry.com yesterday I received three Gold medals and a Bronze in contests -- all in one day! I was shocked, because one of them is free verse, definitely not my wheelhouse. But the next challenge is the beginning of physical therapy after I have some or all of the staples in my knee removed tomorrow. Over the past year, with inactivity, the circumference of my calves is less than 3/4 their previous size and all my leg muscles are very weak, so I have a lot of work ahead of me, but it should be much easier now that I'm not experiencing pain when I stand or walk.

If I could do the kind of travel you've experienced, Denis, I could strengthen my legs by walking through rain forests or sugar can fields somewhere or, if my vision were better, go search out pelicans or Geisha girls and watch to learn their instinctive rules and regulations, but alas, I'm stuck here for the time being.

hurricane
cockles
rain forest
sugar cane
Geisha girls
laser
emergency room
can opener
paper cut
trap door

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 22 20, 17:23

Chapter !! Mini Story.
hurricane
cockles
rain forest
sugar cane
Geisha girls
laser
emergency room
can opener
paper cut
trap door

As usual when certain words or phrases are heard by me, memories come flooding in. A sign of aging or a love of earlier events and happenings, that still resonate with my wife and I today? No matter, they are often remembered and recalled, as times together we explored different cultures, landscapes, but above all, when we met complete strangers that left a great impression upon us. Folks like Alfredo in Columbia who not only proved to be a very good taxi driver - he had trained in New York and had put his son through Medical College, before returning to Columbia. He provided us with excellent service and furthermore he was also an excellent tourist guide. A credit to his knowledge of his country! He knew of places and locations we would never have seen or known of, except for him. Proudly he would show us - complete strangers - out of the way places few others would see., with never a moment’s hesitation. Never once did he ever try to scam us. In fact I found myself embarrassed by his small recompense! In truth, our ‘tip’ was often larger than his fee. A simple man who was proud to show us all aspects of his country.
On one occasion his excursion took us well into the rural interior where we visited a bull fighting breeding centre. Not that we approved of bull fighting, but as I had been a Farm Manager in Hampshire before emigrating to Canada, any operation relating to farming or cattle, was of the greatest interest to us. On another occasion, hen he took us to visit friends of his, who ran a restaurant in a secluded bay. This adjoined the French Embassy grounds. Knowing the housekeeper, and the residents away, we were allowed the use of their shore side changing room .A quiet secluded cover, where we swam and frolicked in the ocean that lapped up to their patio. As we dined on a large selection of marine fare. No Cockles, which was as well, for I am extremely allergic to all shellfish.
Good fortune served us well in every location we visited. Times when we saw the Rain Forest in Puerto Rico. Long before the Hurricane struck and Cane Sugar fields were decimated! Again on our visit to Brazil where again we were lucky yet again. Here we teamed up with a young fellow who was working his way through college. Completely trustworthy - we met his mother on one occasion - he drove us in his own car, well into the interior, to visit the much celebrated Market where all manner of hand crafted goods sold for a song. Pauline bought herself a handbag and to this day, takes it when shopping. For refreshing such a memory, aoday, a Photograph - nothing more than a piece of Paper cut from the market listing, is a small reminder of an incredible two week vacation! One that was taken on the spur of the moment. We’d planned a different venue but no available bookings were open. A grand happenstance which proved once again, Fate or Fortune, smiled on us.
Yes, there were times when an unexpected and unwanted accident called for swift action. When off the Sunset Beach in Mexico, my wife was knocked flat by a rogue wave, and was taken to the Emergency Room of the local hospital. Thankfully, apart from being severely winded, no Laser was required to discover any damage to her being! Certainly a lucky escape, for medical bills would have been exorbitant, despite our having insurance coverage..
There were times when the use of a Can Opener was important. This when we took ourselves off for a country walk and a picnic. It was an essential ‘tool’ to have close by. A Swiss Army knife was often the answer for it was the ultimate tool for us. With its selection of useful devices, it was frequently called upon to solve a dilemma or problem. So easily and discreetly carried on one’s person, it was a godsend on more than one occasion. But I doubt few travellers are aware of its hidden assets?
This brief catalogue of personal happenings, that touches on trips we made as a married couple, is but a taste of events and meetings made, and but a small Chapter in a book - my Memoirs - that to date, has grown to five volumes. Not so surprising, for I have, over my 90 years, stored many memories of times when for example, a Trap Door and my cousin were involved. Other events and unexpected encounters have been with Professionals who took time out to entertain and inform two willing tourists. A time when a private informative tour through a museum - Puerto Rico - enraptured us for hours. Then there are earlier times when I, a Leading Scribe in the Royal Navy and my mess mate buddies, were entertained in Japan by a trio of Geisha Girls, who played their musical instruments as they swayed and recited Japanese poems, to music, we barely understood, excepting their expressions and actions, were so illuminating, we had no doubt as to their significance! Girls that were especially trained in various ‘Arts’ from a very early age. Not at all, as so many ‘Westerners’ would think - blatant sexual opportunities for hire!
sugar cane
Geisha girls
laser
emergency room
can opener
Lake
gallery
Stables
Dairy
Mediterranean

Posted by: Psyche Jul 23 20, 19:18

Congratulations, as always, Denis. You're a wonderful story teller, I envy you! As usual, I just finished the challenges, so my mini tale will have to wait. Hope all is well with you and your family, all the best, Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 24 20, 04:26

Mediterranean
Geisha girls
sugar cane
stables
dairy
emergency room
can opener
gallery
laser
lake

Well, Denis, this guy's never gone on any exotic vacations to the Mediterranean or watched dancing Geisha girls in Japan, run in sugar cane fields, sauntered through the Kentucky Derby stables or even toured a local dairy! But over the past year I visited the emergency room a half dozen times, mostly for false alarms, though once I had to be hospitalized overnight. That's the kind of excitement my life has produced. As I told you before, color my tin olive drab and open it with a can opener, frame it for your gallery and show it to your visitors with a brown laser... or toss it in the lake.

lake
gallery
stables
dairy
Mediterranean
Nile River
Julius Caesar
potato salad
Atilla the Hun
Montezuma

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 24 20, 07:14

Mini Story - Side-step Rant.

Life is to be lived and enjoyed - My Motto - and I am not trying to play down your problems, by the following, but thought perhaps you ought to understand a little more of what life offers me of late.

Don’t get me wrong Daniel, life has brought me many - both pleasant and unpleasant surprises, shall we say? No, it’s not been a series of misadventures, nor has it been a stroll through a rose garden! Au contraire, it has been, and remains anything but! With a need to keep a wary eye on my darling wife of 65 years as she descends into the depths of memory loss, it proves a tough battle for me at times. Although I do admit, I prefer to keep a more positive outlook on happenings than most. Thank goodness I possess and retain my sense of humour, which for the most part is essential, for it stands me in good stead when I need it most. The present time is certainly a time when I need it as a crutch. Although I have mislaid it on a few occasions of late. But that’s life. My dear Mother, who suffered badly in the same way, as Pauline, who is displaying the first symptoms of dementia, once told me I was stubborn! Thank goodness I was and remain so! Having just lost my much loved and closest cousin Peggy, both in age and temperament, this past Sunday, plus a few other inconveniences such as my serious need for dental work: a Meniere’s Disease flare up that ensures I suffer a very serious balance problem - medication does nothing for it - and that along with fast detonating eyesight in my one good eye, has me falling Head over Heels, without warning! Oh yes, just a small matter of a very serious Hernia - an emergency operation seven years ago has broken apart! I survive though most carefully as it threatens to cut me down in my prime, and all remedies suggested/expected, controlled by the Covid-19 pandemic! My approach? I count my blessings - my Pauline and my garden being very high on the list. Also, presently well up the list is MM and the few remaining folks met there! Many have disappeared but a - shall we say Ywosome of late, has helped me while away a few precious hours of late. I hope by continuing to exploit what I term “Being firmly convinced” not “Stubbornness” I’ll get through whatsoever might be thrown my way! That is, until I’m ready to go! Call it stubborn if you like, but one thing I do know for sure, is that every day brings me a lot of joy. Inasmuch as we sit awhile most days, and recall memories of years ago when life seemed endless, and our future bright, was an invitation to enjoy it whilst we could. No matter what.! In fact it still possesses a glow that encourages me to keep going!

This not meant as a censure on you or your predicament. I just thought you ought to know that appearances - gleaned from written words, may tend to give the wrong impression. Sorry for the rant but thought I’d bring you up to date. Denis.

Life ain’t over yet - for us, despite all its inhibitions and problems - unwanted, and I’ll continue to find something to laugh over, until - perhaps even as - life is taken from me! How goes that saying? The glass is half empty to the Pessimist, but half full to the Optimist. Mine’s still more than half full!
Will write my next Chapter later. Whe I have time. Right now? Chores are calling me! Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 24 20, 13:50

Denis, I hope you didn't take my last entry as complaining about anything. Just used up the 10 words as conveniently as possible. I'm as happy as an old cripple with dyslexia, blurred eyesight and an unsteady gait can be. I only referred to the fact that there has not been a whole lot of excitement or exotic travel in my life. When it comes to that, you are a rainbow and I a field of harvested corn.

Look forward to your or Sylvia's 10-word challenge mini-story. deLightingly, Daniel *sun*

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 24 20, 13:56

Reading the word listing, has the effect - as expected - of recalling memories of times past. Not a wasted exercise, for in this time of restrictive living, one sometimes requires a little ‘jab’ to bring back memories about which I can relate to and recall with a smile. Montezuma for instance! On our very first excursion to Mexico, and what an incredible outstanding experience that was! My first happenings was to suffer playing host to Montezuma! A pseudonym for debilitating diarrhoea. A suffering many visitors experienced due to changing water sources - so we were told. Quickly overcome we were told to consume a light diet. Nothing exotic despite the temptations available. I ended up eating Potato Salad washed down with a good shot of Tequila. Fixed it good and fast! As for the Lake? We spent over an hour sailing through the underground lake that exists in Kentucky. Another oft remembered experience that few - even many Americans - know little about. Fed by numerous underground streams it is located in a cavern of humongous size. Thank goodness for our guide's competence, who knew its every delight. As for Gallery? There’s a host including The Tate and various others throughout the world I’ve visited. A keen art lover of all genres, I can and have, spent hours just looking in awe at the Masterpieces on display. Found no ‘Materpieces!. No artist myself - even painting a blank wall is a task that requires more skill than I can generally muster up! Words are, and have been my only palette with which I can paint a picture. Though I am little more than a wordsmith with small talent, they do allow me to express my delight in those ‘pictures’ displayed. Ones that allow all to see, enjoy and understand what life was like, in ages past.
Yes, I have sailed through the Mediterranean, up and down part of the Nile River, and I have visited Stables of repute besides those that my Father, for which, he, as a Groom/Gardener, held responsibility. 12 Thoroughbreds were in his care, and I was always a willing and delighted lad, who would help whenever allowed! As for my Dairy experiences? They have been numerous. Both as a ‘learner’ Student, Under-herdsman, to later becoming a fully qualified Herdsman in charge of both Dairy and Beef animals, until promoted to be the Farm Manager, of a 375 acre farm, before we, as a family, emigrated to Canada, where my life changed direction completely. But no regrets!
I cannot claim to have met either Julius Caesar nor Attila the Hun. Of the latter I know little, but Julius Caesar has played a crucial part in my life, in an indirect manner. A time when I, a student at the Grammar School - Hardye’s School for Boys as it was known. The school curriculum thought the Latin language was an essential asset for our future. And for me, it so proved! My introduction to same, was often brought to mind later. After that first hearing Latin, they have been recalled on many an occasion since! First spoken to our class of 30 boys: aged between 11 and 12 years. Mr W. Steemson - our Latin Master - known to all and sundry, as Steamboat Bill due to his habit of smoking a tobacco pipe. Lit or not, he carried it between his teeth, wherever he might be going! With his “Gown of Authority’ streaming out behind him, he tore up and down the school corridors, like an express train! Scattering all before him, times were we fully expected him to sound a warning whistle, much as a Railway Engine would at level crossings! Without introduction, he began our first lesson with the words - and I quote from a memory of 79 vintage years ago. Circa 1940. Seems like it was just yesterday! In a stentorian voice, he uttered the phrase: “Caesar aderat forte: Brutus adsum tu!” For a brief moment we sat in stunned silence, then it was shattered with a storm of laughter, and applause, as his intention became obvious to us! Latin, a strange language as we thought, became an essential part of my life later, when I became - shall we say - ‘embroiled; in the growing of nursery stock: ornamental flowers, plants and suchlike. Even more so when I decided to be a Landscape Gardener running my own very busy and much enjoyed business, after being a Nursery Manager of a very large operation. White Rose Nurseries - well known in Canada. A time when Latin proved to be an essential asset, when carrying out any landscape planting a customer desired! Latin names describe and fulfill needs, which common names seldom do. Latin is the accepted common biological language for all plants. For now, Arrigato (Japanese) - Denis.

Nile River
Julius Caesar
Potato salad
Atilla the Hun
Montezuma
Barter Island
Bahamas
Thomas Hardy
Tamar Rtver
Suez Canal

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 24 20, 22:13

Montezuma
Bahamas
Julius Caesar
Atilla the Hun
potato salad
Thomas Hardy
Nile River
Suez Canal
Tamar River
Barter Island

After a bout with Montezuma's Revenge I dozed off to dreamland and settled in the Bahamas, waking up Julius Caesar wrestling with Atilla the Hun in a dispute over potato salad. Eating the salad myself I read a little Thomas Hardy and fell off to sleep quickly, finding myself floating down the Nile River with Cleopatra, somehow waking up briefly as I was going through the Suez Canal on a large freighter and was suddenly awakened by the Tasmanian Devil on the Tamar River! I had a pleasant lunch and sat down with my book again, and at length woke up in Alaska, having dinner on Barter Island

Barter Island
Bahamas
Thomas Hardy
Tamar River
Suez Canal
halibut
Weeki Wachie
Mt. St. Helens
tonsils
appendectomy

Posted by: Psyche Jul 25 20, 17:58

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Jul 25 20, 00:13 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 26 20, 02:32

halibut
Weeki Watchee
Mt. St. Helens
tonsils
appendectomy
garbage
steppes
bookshelves
Tigris
tango

Just now I was nearly finished with my entry, and my mouse malfunctioned, and I lost the whole treatise, so I have to say this again, Sylvia, yes, I AM nuts, but not because I had dinner on Barter Island after I travelled to Alaska. because all of that was in a (purely fictional) dream! Some day I may travel to Alaska, though, just for the halibut. I do expect to be visiting Tacoma next month - or in September if they'll let me change my tickets - but I won't be visiting Mt. St. Helens. I am very likely to see my oldest and best friend, Mt. Rainier, possibly with my deaf brother. He loves to camp and hike up there. The mountain has no steppes, but it takes a lot of steps to get to the peak -- 14, 411 feet (which represents 7000 normal people and 411 who only have one leg).

I've had a lot of operations in my life, but I still have my tonsils, an I've never had and appendectomy... and I've never done the tango with my surgeon or infectious disease doctor (just so you know). Other useless pieces of information bout me: 1) Though we lived in Clearwater, FL for three years, we never went to Weeki Watchee 2) I've never even considered going down (or up) the Tigris or Euphrates River. 3) I never store garbage on our bookshelves.

garbage
steppes
bookshelves
Tigris
tango
diving lessons
amputation
circumstantial
convicted
accident

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 26 20, 17:49

Synopsis - as I saw it - Of a Mini Story.

Given opportunity to write a Mini Story, I was intrigued and most interested to see how Daniel had decided - the choice was given him to begin said Mini Story - to give it a ‘personal’ slant. A choosing which I was delighted to see, for seemingly it appeared he wanted to make it autobiographical in nature. Nothing better in my book, for what better source of material - anecdotes and happenings - could anyone ever hope to have at their fingertips.? There is an unlimited abundance - presented by life and living, that fills our lives. Exciting, mundane, delightful and sad! All play their part in our lives, so what better source of material can one think of? And so the Mini Story began.

All started off well - as I thought - and was happy to read and then meld occasions of my life, with his. Beginning with present day circumstances and stitching them with earlier happenings, would allow us, I had thought, both an ideal opportunity to capture readers and allow them to become aware of the ‘folks’ we once were, compared with what we are today! Maybe discover a little of our upbringing and our childhood dreams, with what actually took place. Did life pan out for us as we had hoped, or did Fate and Circumstances affect our dreams and lives over the past 9 decades.

So, did we achieve our goals? Did we find Fate had alternative plans for us? It certainly has for me, Despite a roller-coaster ride, result from my intention of holding fast to my life's dream. For a time I went hither, thither and yon, before finally settling on the future that brought me and my family, happiness, security, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, most of which, which came about, thanks to circumstances I could not have imagined! Although by then, my first dream had been long abandoned! (I desperately wanted to be a Pilot ) But Fate shaped my life, along with that of my family, and eventually determined what and where we are today.

Speaking only for myself, as I must, as I think back on those early days and compare them with today, I realise I am a very happy man. Well satisfied for the most part, with strength enough to look at any misfortune that might befall me, and laugh (perhaps ironically?), when crying would be far easier to effect.

This was my ‘reading’ of the ‘rules’ as I thought them gleaned from Daniel's opening Chapter. I thought it a great idea but, unfortunately I appear to have misread his intentions. Having realised my error, I doubt I can or will continue with the ‘shall we say “pasquinade” or ‘charade’ which I appear to have inadvertently, started down the wrong track. My only excuse? When this Mini Story idea was first birthed, I was trying to get some semblance of routine and order back into my life. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I had no idea of what had been decided should determine the path to take? For that I apologise. Perhaps in a future Mini Story scenario, someone will give me some idea of the ‘guide lines’ that would-be participants should follow? Maybe Factual as I had originally thought: an Imaginative story, with a mix of fact and fiction: Humourous or even, shall we say Idiotic? Perhaps a combination of them all? For now I shall remain a bystander who has more than enough concerns on his hands, with an essential need to help and guide my loving wife, for me to get too excited about anything else! It was fun while it lasted and did allow me some relaxation as I recalled events of times past - so many!
What I once did automatically, without a thought, now takes me four times as long - due to fast deteriorating sight and the effects of Covid-19 on our lifetime habits - my excuse - along with the extreme, scorching- tropical heat - as the weather experts aver - to which we are not normally subjected - also makes my days extremely stressful. Abyssinia, Sayonara, Arrigato or whatever? Have a great day. Catch you later. Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 27 20, 01:53

Well, Denis (and I think both of us would benefit by switching, say to Size 5, as I'm doing now, since MY deteriorating eyesight made it difficult to plod through your lines here.

I'm not sure how you get the idea that you've violated some RULES, because I'm not aware of any! I have always taken it that we're challenged to write pretty much ANYTHING using the challenge words, and then eliminate SOME of them and replacing them with additional words for the next to write WHATEVER. Lately you've chosen to write some extremely interesting biological storylines, and they've been very revealing. Sometimes I've tried to continue your stories and other times created semi-fiction and went off on my own tangent.

Sylvia recently suggested that we go from replacing 3 words to replacing 5, which I think has been more challenging. Frankly I'd be disappointed for your to be a bystander, because you are ALWAYS interesting and engaging. I look forward to your stories. I don't want you to be put off by my nonsense and silliness, PLEASE.

always deLighting to see "Rhymer" in this section. It's only the three of us to entertain each other here in our abandoned basement! - Daniel

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 27 20, 07:31

Mini Story - in a new direction.

garbage
steppes
bookshelves
Tigris
tango
diving lessons
amputation
circumstantial
convicted
accident

Having suffered an Accident when taking Diving lessons off the 10 metre diving board - the concrete swimming pool was empty at the time - I had undergone an emergency Amputation - supposedly my toe, but thanks to a drunken surgeon’s roaming eye - he was watching a pretty nurse instead of concentrating on his work in hand - and removed my whole foot! Though purely Circumstantial, methinks he also had a warped sense of humour, when he did so. My first thoughts were to have him Convicted, but decided I’d give him a second chance. However, he sure made it difficult for me to Tango. Then? Yes, you guessed it. I lost my equilibrium! Adding insult to injury, two very amused spectators - called Sylvia and Daniel, who had been searching hospital Bookshelves for answers for what is known as “Lack of belletristic excitement” or Lobe for short. Often recognised by seeing Site Monitors pulling on same. A common disease infecting many Literary Web Sites shortly before their demise. No answer was found! Later when I was descending The Steppes, I had an accident and fell into a pile of Garbage - the clean out of the operating room! Phew!! It was - shall we say - a trifle ripe? Then I and the garbage were taken by a Ethiopian refuse barge, and dumped into the Tigris River. As this was already full of the hospital staff, dining room scraps - after being well picked over by the patients, it was full of surprises! Leave it to your imagination as to what the ‘Special of the Day’ had been?! It sure made for a smelly boat ride. The barge was due to be transferred to the Euphrates, but denied entry due to Covis-19 restrictions. My journey is to be continued later - unfortunately! On a “High Fly” journey in scorching heat as I seek an answer to my predicament. Denis.

PS: Thanks for your elucidation Daniel. I was a little concerned I might have been in error with my offerings. Incidentally, my answer for vision aid, - temporarily found effective - is to use a very large type - size 18 - as found on Word Perfect X9, then copy and paste over to MM. When my many errors are rectified. One can go even larger in ‘size’ but this, with my large monitor - 38 inches, has allowed me to continue writing whatsoever I choose. A life saver in every respect. Maybe MS Word has it too, but I’ve no idea, as MS is not been my chosen programme over the past years.

diving lessons
amputation
circumstantial
convicted
accident
car pool
whirlpool
sharkskin
siren
seven sisters.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 28 20, 04:20

seven sisters
amputation
accident
diving lessons
whirlpool
car pool
siren
convicted
sharkskin
circumstantial

Here we go again! Got half done, and CLICK... automatically deleted everything!

I actually do have seven sisters. I grew up with three of them, Linda, Joanne and Ellen. When I was in college, I learned when I called home to Tacoma from Pasadena (no cell phones and free calls back then, so I was out of touch for long periods of time) that my folks were divorced. Shortly afterwards Dad married Shirley, who has three daughters and two sons, so then I had six sisters. 26 years later, Sharon asked her adoptive mother, after her father passed away, for permission to find her birth mother. She found Mom, who introduced her to Linda, Joanne and Ellen, who introduced her to Dad. (Dad had briefly broken up with Shirley before they were married, and when Mom and Dad had met together, evidently. When Mom announced that she was pregnant, Dad declined to claim paternity, since he'd already raised three children that weren't his.) When Dad saw Sharon, the took her hand and bent her thumb down to her wrist, and then wept! (He and my two sisters that re his are all double-jointed. In addition, Sharon looks like Linda and Joanne melded together.) Two summers ago, from Ancestry.com, as if by accident, I discovered my half-sister, who was born when my Dad put Mom out of the house in my junior year (almost like an amputation) when she was carrying another child that was not his. (I knew nothing about it until Linda shared it with me after I'd met Sharon some thirty years later.) My siblings (except Linda, who couldn't come from Idaho) all met her when I visited Tacoma two years ago, along with her daughter. Jumping into all the family secrets, we need diving lessons to survive the whirl pool! After our get-together, the younger bunch car-pooled and did the club circuit till the wee hours, while the more sensible ones headed for home.

You see, not being a drinker, like some of them, I've never been chased by a police car with a siren blaring, nor have I been convicted of, nor even charged with a crime (like wearing a sharkskin suit), but I guess that's just circumstantial. Well, there it is, Denis and Sylvia. Now it's your turn to try to make something sensible out of these words. Great story, by the way, Denis!!

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Johnny Carson
Mike Tyson
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Posted by: Rhymer Jul 28 20, 08:53

No doubt abut it Daniel, Life with a capital “L” can spring many surprises upon us at times. Some work out and brighten our lives, whilst others can bring a lot of heart ache and sadness. Thankfully my early days were quiet and unassuming. Yes there were some moments when the family were somewhat surprised, even shocked, by what they termed ‘unfortunate’ circumstances. However, when all was/is said and done, we lived a tranquil life. Country living - very isolated =- does have benefits.

No we knew of no Car-pools - No one even possessed such a thing as a car. Even bicycles were few and far between, so I never got to visit Seven Sisters - a community to which later, my cousin Norman took his wife and daughters. Possessing a car LATER, we as a family did visit the Whirlpool, located downstream from Niagara Falls. However I was unable to take the cable car ride across same. Gave my Camera to my ‘fearless’ dear wife Pauline and she went without a shivering murmur! Some admission to make isn’t it? A 7 year veteran Sailor who could not and still cannot cross water when it moves below my feet - when seen! Leaning over the side of a ship, is great but, water moving below me seen through open framework? No way Jose! Heights? Never bother me, Climb trees, mountains and whatever,, I can look down and never flinch. Had a bad experience in Wales, when we were on vacation, and had to walk a wooden footpath, centred on a high open frame steel bridge. I literally closed my eyes, Clenched my teeth, and put myself in the hands of my darling wife, Pauline and had to be led - shivering like a jelly, until we reached the safety of solid ground on the far side! The Avon Suspension Bridge in England? Solid underpinning: no problem! Open observation towers over dry land? Okay! Love flying too - wanted to be a Naval Pilot, but an extremely long sighted ophthalmologist diagnosis, denied me my ambition. Still I did join the RN and served a short spell on a Carrier.- HMS Warrior. I have flown a glider, and been a passenger many times, in an open cockpit, small two seater plane, as we flew over Singapore and lower Malaya. Many such flights in England as an RAF Cadet. Later ina ricketty old Avro Anson - no sound proofing - I flew from Changi, Singapore to Borneo. Stopping off at Clark Field to let a typhoon go by, then on to Hong Kong, where the same Typhoon again delayed our departure, then finally to Japan. No problems! Crazy how certain ‘phobias’ can affect our lives. A complex Component of Life which has had an unwanted and certainly undesired effect on me many times, in my 90 plus years of enjoying life and whatsoever comes my way.!

Incidentally my ‘walking out’ or ‘dress’ naval uniform, was one I had made to measure in Singapore, was tailored from Sharkskin. The cloth was called Sharkskin because of its shiny gloss texture. Real Spivvy it was too! It or Doeskin as an alternative, was the ‘fashion’ back in 1952. Even smarter than Johnny Carson - the epitome of impeccable style when he appeared on TV.

Even as I write this biographical ‘blurb’ I hear a Siren sounding from a ambulance or police car. We have a main highway to our North. Straight-away section is perfect for speedsters who think the coast clear, and open up the throttle! With the railway alongside, they feel safe to race for a couple of miles, but level crossings allow the police to sit unobserved with Radar guns at the ready! Speedsters don't stand a hope in Hell of making it through without being caught!

Yes my Life has had its moments, but all-in-all, I sometimes think I was born with a Silver Spoon in my mouth when I compare it with that of many others. Some of my rewards have been won through efforts, comparable with Mike Tyson’s, whilst others have been a cinch - or so it would seem. I have few regrets, and think my generation has enjoyed the best of what this world has to offer. Summing up my days and looking around me, I regret to say, I see little but hatred, selfish greed, and a host of power hungry politicians akin to Attila the Hun. A “Me, Me, Me” generation, that ignores poverty,and racism - which is rife at a time when the Cornucopia of Life - the Horn of Plenty - is overflowing with everything anyone could ever need! If only the energy spent on pointless wars and confrontations and the weapons of killing innocent folks, and power struggles was put to positive use? Utopia would be ours! A universal panacea that remains as unattainable today, as it did when man was first chosen - or decided he’d be - the Keeper of all things Worldly, with no idea of how to cary out his duties! End of Mini Story Chapter. Denis.

PS: I too am having all manner of problems with this site today. The reason I write on Word Perfect: Copy and Paste! Even so it has taken me over two hours to get this far. Fingers cross this will go as intended. Ciao Denis.

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clenched
Maelstrom
Dunderhead
Gooseneck
Patronise
Nunnery

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 28 20, 09:22

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siren
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clenched
Maelstrom
Dunderhead
Gooseneck
Patronise
Nunnery

I really am a DUNDERHEAD, and I could have saved myself from a MAELSTROM of difficulties had I written my previous blurbs on Microsoft Word and posted, here, as in fact I’m doing now. Thank you the explanation of SHARKSKIN. I was unfamiliar with that type of material, and my dress blues certainly were not made with it. Not sure if my commander would have approved of my being in a shiny uniform.
I did see Mike Tyson on the Tonight show last night, but frankly I cannot imagine him with CLENCHED fists in the ring again, though if he does I can imagine the sound of SIRENs to take him to the hospital. He has a SILVER SPOON already in his mouth, and he ought to be satisfied with that.
The path of my story here has come to a GOOSENECK, and has to go a different direction to fit the rest of the word in, because I am off to the dentist in a few minutes! On the way back I will not PATRONIZE the NUNNERY or any COMPONENT of some illegal operation, I assure you. I want to come back to see what you’re going to do next.

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tanning parlor
apple cobbler
boysenberry
strudel
mountain climber

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 28 20, 15:35

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After reading your intention to visit the dentist, I will admit that although I do not have a Gooseneck, I did get an attack of goose bumps! Had too many encounters and run in with dentists not to react the way I do. Let’s face it, I lost the sight of my left eye because a dentist stuck his anti pain injection into the vein that serves the retina. Instant blindness which some 30 plus years on, allows me a little light ans little else! I have a need to go and get some tooth work done now, but they’re not allowed to practice yet! Have often thought what a good description it is to speak of medical people, having a ‘practice’! Could tell you some horror stories of what I’ve suffered down through the years! One reason I try not to Patronise them! Found more than one Dunderhead calling himself a Dentist. My present dentist - Lady practitioner would be better off in a Nunnery in my book! Though the way she can let rip with a few swear words, probably prevents her attending same!! But then, we have such a choice living here in a rural district. It’s either her or no-one! Of course, I have just remembered? There is a resident Vet! Wonder if he’d fix the teeth of an old Sea Dog?

We are still suffering and that is the right word believe you me, the heat - hottest July on record since 1910 we\re told. Nothing like useless information to amuse us in this pandemic era. Doubtless it will end in a Maelstrom thunderclap explosion - as they usually do when the heat finally gives way to the cooler, more acceptable weather. I well remember one such October when we worked a ten acre orchard along with my regular :landscaping Business. The day before we were due to pick our apples for the buyer, a twenty minute hailstorm, brought 90% of the ripe apples to the ground. Instead of a payday of $30,000:00 dollars we were lucky to get 3 Thousand! I recruited the local Boy Scout Troop to pick them up and we filled a 30 yard dumpster which went to the cider press. No Apple Cobbler for us! As for Boysenberry and Apple Pie? Was my favourite back in the UK. We called the berries by a different name, but nonetheless, the resulting pie my Mother made, was to die for! Strudel too, though Mother was not so keen on baking anything outside of English style food, and she regarded Strudel as a foreign dish. I’m inclined to agree with her on that, but have on the odd occasion, enjoyed a nice helping of same. I seriously think that time and place, when one samples unusual foods, has a bearing on their acceptance and enjoyment. For instance. Chinese Food as known and sold in restaurants throughout North America, does not stand a chance of being thought Chinese if and when, it is compared with ‘true’ Chinese food, such as I’ve eaten in Hong Kong and other Far East locations. However, one thing I did discover was that MSG - a taste enhancer, used extensively everywhere, is a deadly allergen for me! Used in abundance in almost all Chinese eating establishments! Having suffered some horrible experiences after eating same. Four day migraines were what finally gave the game away! Today? No more Chinese for me!

Your Tanning Parlour word also brought a smile to my face for next to the family owned and run, restaurant where my workers and I would sometimes meet for a coffee, before heading out to our respective tasks, there was a Tanning Parlour run by a German Émigré and his wife. Up front it seemed legitimate, but it proved more than a fancy name for naughty tricks. Numerous patrons - almost all male, came and went on a regular basis, but never seemed to show signs of becoming “Tanned”. Finally the local Cop shop cottoned on to the shenanigans on going, and raided the joint. Put the end to a very lucrative Tanning Parlour” operation! Seems the ‘tanning’ ongoing, was not what one really expected - I understood. It was certainly a “joint” venture the two of them ran!
As for me being a Mountain Climber? Here I must admit that my many activities have never put me in a position where I might be considered such a one. I have climbed many times. Hills, dales and low peaks some might term Mountains, but few over three thousand feet. Have flown over many mountains - one has to fly between twin Peaks when exiting Hong Kong - that was somewhat of a nerve wracking experience when one - as I did - flew out of there back in 1953 after the typhoon had gone inland to Mainland China. Our little old Anson made it with little more than eight feet clearance as we headed on our way to Japan. I can visualise that day with no trouble whatsoever. Actuallly flew close to Nagasaki which still showed many signs of the Atom Bomb raid.
No maintain climbing has not been on my agenda. However, I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts I had one experience few others have enjoyed? Namely swimming in the middle of the Indian Ocean! No land within hundreds of miles - except about three miles - straight down! Guarded by rifle toting Seamen in whaler boats to keep an eye on Sharks that infested those waters! Wouldn’t say no to such a swim right now, as the summer heat is enervating and I’m about exhausted!
Now it’s up to Sylvia or you for the next imaginative Chapter. Ciao for now. Denis.

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strudel
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Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 29 20, 06:14

nunnery
boysenberries
apple cobbler
Guernsey
apron
strudel
willow
lathe
tanning parlor
soccer ball

My paternal grandmother had a man-friend named Joe Shiller. (She would never re-marry because of her Catholic belief in no marriage after divorce, and my grandfather left her and their three sons at a railroad camp where her father was leader of the crews that built the stone bridges for the Northern Pacific Railroad from Indiana to Seattle) Joe was a wonderful and helpful, caring guy who often brought a load of day-old bakery products and other food to our house, was actually life-in caretaker for a NUNNERY in Tacoma. One of several berries that Grandma grew were BOYSENBERRIES and loganberries, so I had my share both berry and pies and APPLE COBBLER when I worked her yard and garden with her during two summers before I left for college in Pasadena.

Many years later, early in our marriage, we visited the Pennsylvania Dutch country, near Lancaster, PA. On their many sprawling farms, where you would see nary a telephone pole on the whole horizon, there were many GUERNSEYS and other varieties of cows on most every one of them. We toured the shops of several small towns in the Dutch Country (Deutsch, actually, as they descendants of German settlers), but the “English” folk heard their description as “Dutch” purchasing all kinds of knickknacks and mementos to take home as gifts to our children and friends. We were waited on by many a kindly Amish woman with her handmade clothing, complete with APRON, in one shop purchasing some wonderful peach STRUDEL, which we took outside and ate pleasantly beneath a cooling and overshadowing WILLOW tree. I think we were in Intercourse, and we had some wonderful helpings of it (and strudel too).

We enjoyed visiting some other establishment where the handy Amish men produced all manner of items both with hand tools and in some places machines, including LATHES, where they spun out many a beautiful chair or table leg and such. Because of their constant covering with their clothing, the Amish might well benefit from TANNING PARLORS, but there certainly weren’t any in those towns! It was nice to go back through the country and be joined along the road by one of the many horse with a buggy behind (as my father-in-law used to describe the transportation mode of black buggies with steel wheel rims, horses clopping them along the roads with all the automobiles giving them ample space to operate. We would see many a child with their two-wheeled scooters, one-legging them to propel down the road or within the farm property. I even saw a few playing with a SOCCER BALL, one on the farm where we went to purchase a supply of fresh, natural honey. We have many fond memories of visiting there… and we also always came home with fresh Swiss cheese from one of the dairies where we would go to see them make it.

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lathe
willow
soccer ball
heifer
abscond
amenities
daydreaming
trickster

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 29 20, 08:53

Ah what memories of days of yore flit through my head, as I read your latest Chapter. Always a keen and fairly talented, soccer player - I possess Winner Medals for cups won when I played the position of Full Back (right or left as needs dictated - I'm ambidextrous)I was part of the RN (Far East Fleet) Soccer Team in the Far East - boastfully admitting we never lost a single game, when I played for them. All over Japan and other places. A Soccer Ball was always part of my essential baggage. When I attended school I would occasionally Abscond from class to play. It was this that I believe developed my Trickster skills - both on and off the field! Likewise the joy of hearing the solid smack of a cricket ball on the Willow blade of a cricket bat on a quiet summer evening, followed by the clapping of villagers and a celebratory drink - game won or lost - who enjoyed the game as much as did we, the players. I personally played for my school and for the village team. Here, along with my father and Uncle Tom - both hold records for bowling and batting even today! My other claim to fame and my lifetime passion, was my ability to run long distance marathons with some small success. Proudly I can say my greatest triumph was winning the Senior Cross Country Race (21 miles in length) This for my school “House” - Treves, when I, inrecorded a record time, that still stands today! A moment I relive when Daydreaming in the cool of my garden, “Retreat “ area. A place where I and my dear wife Pauline, often recall the days when she, coming from the Channel Isle of Jersey - Guernsey - being another of the Islands that make up the British Channel Islands off the coast of France - recall the joyous day - more than 65 years ago - when we made or Vows. The next day we moved to Newton Stacey where I was taken on as a student - after leaving the RN - to help with the Guernsey herd of ‘Milkers’ and Heifers. A herd that was renowned for its consistent quality of milk in Hampshire County, Southern England. Thanks to Guy Jenkins the Herdsman,, my new career took off and I never looked back!
One of my hobbies, and a passionate pursuit at the time, was my donning a leather Apron, standing at an electric Lathe, to form a wooden bowl from an Oak or Beech Gnarl or Knot as most would understand. After the lathe work, came the sanding and staining and polishing, before it was ready to serve as a fruit or - if small - a trinket tray. On emigration to Canada in 1966, I gave all such artefacts - witness to my endeavours, to my Mother and Sister. Would love to do such wood work again, but age and sight restrictions, dictate otherwise. Henceforth my pleasure today depends upon my ability to enjoy my several desktop computers that, with their array of eclectic programmes, and connections, allow me the pleasure of getting to know and communicate with folks I never knew existed. An incredible world was made available to me, when I decided to ‘have a go’ at computering. A long but interesting and life changing decision, I will never regret as it allows me the freedom to write my poetry and connect with the world as and when I choose.
Today I often think on the ‘different folks” such as Amish and Mennonites - had a good Mennonite friend who sadly left us unexpectedly some years ago. Dealings with the Hutterite Sect which I found hard to comprehend. As for monetary dealings with same? Almost an impossibility. Contracts meant nothing to them unless it was to their advantage! This when I travelled as a Purchasing Agent for an American Chicken Processing Company in Manitoba, Ca. No Dukabors (Spelling?) though! A life time of discovery, rife with enjoyment and pleasures, that has been my good fortune to experience. Not done yet. Hopefully. Denis.

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amenities
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trickster
heifer
Channel Isles
broilers
traveller
processing.
Turkey

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 29 20, 10:36

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amenities
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heifer
broiler
Channel Isles
trickster

Well, I just returned from the office of my surgeon, where (after a bit of DAYDREAMING and sudoku-solving while masked in the lobby) they removed the remaining half of the staples from my July 2 right knee surgery. Doc gave me permission to return to work (part-time with MedAQuest, serving as “companion” to some patient with some disability or other). My previous client is now being served by someone else in my absence, so I’ll be waiting for being assigned to someone else, probably two days per week, likely on weekends for 4 hours per day – with a lot of paperwork for PROCESSING in order to be paid. I’ll likely become a TRAVELER, not only having to commute in my van to the patient’s location (with no AMENITIES but a mask and filters plus sanitizing solution for our protection from COVID) but to transport him/her to go shopping or whatever might be needed. When I visit MedAQuest’s offices next, nearly an hour away, I may be able to “talk TURKEY” for or ABSCOND with a few extra masks and filters to avoid having to drive there for a few months. I really hate having to drive there. There’s such congestion, especially in the summer, when folks are going to and from the shore, and their offices are right on one of the favorite routes.

When I’m en route I feel like I’m a HEIFER (or more correctly a male calf) being prepared as veal in a BROILER. However, when I’m on my way back, much relieved (because the traffic is usually a little less going north in the summer, at least during the late morning or afternoon when I’d be driving) my mind tends to wander, going from one to another CHANNEL – ILES upon isles where I bask in the shade of an umbrella at some beach, whiling away the day. My mind is a kind of TRICKSTER like that.

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broilers
traveler
processing.
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bologna
spice rack
tuna fish
hoagie rolls
romaine lettuce

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 29 20, 15:57

Summer time and the heat remains oppressive. A time for Romaine Lettuce, Bologna and Tuna Fish or a slice or two of cold Turkey . A little dab of ‘something’ from the Spice Rack, with a Cuban Hoagie Roll as a ‘filler’ and I’m set to sit and reminisce yet again! Sometimes I prefer a slice of Broiler rather than Tuna fish or Turkey, but it is not an essential. A hoagie filled with sliced cucumber, cheese and lettuce, is just as satisfying for me.

When I was a Traveller for Swift Canadian - a temporary job as I travelled as a Buyer, and often felt sorry for the producer/grower from whom I had to buy. Prices I was authorised to offer, seldom reflected the true cost of producing turkeys or broilers for the Processor. Namely Swift processing. Having been a Producer myself when I ran a ten thousand Broiler Operation at Lac du Bonnet community in Manitoba, I knew full well how much time and effort went into such an operation. Even at a dollar an hour for labour, you struggled to survive. I was given no leeway to negotiate. Many producers were deeply indebted to Swift as they had accepted their offer for feed - at Swift’s prices. Having signed their future away, they were being shafted in every way! I soon quit what I thought, a heartless and thankless job! It was a rip-off and as such, went against all I had ever been taught. At the very least they deserved the minimum respect and consideration one could expect from a Salesman or Buyer. At this time in my life it was a far cry from what I had seen and enjoyed during my short but life changing stay in the Channel Isles. Denis.

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spice rack
tuna fish
processing
squid
Seychelles
gambling
deadlights
forecastle or fo’c’sle.

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 31 20, 05:59

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bologna
tuna fish
spice rack
processing
Seychelles
squid
forecastle
deadlights

I'm afraid it would be reckless GAMBLING on my part, Denis, to put TURKEY, BOLOGNA and TUNA FiSH all in the same hoagie roll... plus I'd likely have to cut it into four separate sandwiches just to be able to ingest it at one sitting anyhow! And no matter what items you utilize from the SPICE RACK in PROCESSING a meal from SEYCHELLES SQUID, you will not be able to get me to eat it, even if you were to offer to serve it to me on an elegantly-covered, cantle-lit table that you set for me with your best, polished silver tableware in the FORECASTLE with magnificent rays of the sun filtering through the un-shuttered DEADLIGHTS, thank you!

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Seychelles
gambling
deadlights
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underbelly
whitewash
barnacles
tar
landlubber

Posted by: Rhymer Jul 31 20, 09:06

How quickly one’s life can change when fate or circumstances dictate! From a naïve 17 year old working on a mixed farm - feeding Holsteins, Whitewashing stables: tarring chicken coops, along with all manner of menial farm tasks, to a few weeks later, when I, a dyed in the wool Landlubber, had taken my first steps on a life of being a world traveller. From tarring I would soon be known as a Tar. A life that for the next seventy years would be one full of interesting and fascinating experiences. From cleaning chicken coops I went to scraping Barnacles from a ship’s Underbelly - known as its Hull. Cleaning salt from Deadlights, which were kept tightly closed as we sailed - as slow 4 knots - down the Suez Canal in 1951, until we reached the Red Sea. Daytime heat was oppressive and yet, the cool of the night was denied us for times were tense and fraught with danger. Egyptians fired at us from behind sand dunes. A time when tensions were high back then. However, once free from the restrictions this brought us, like many of my shipmates, I later partook of a trip few others could enjoy.

In the calm, warm waters, of the Red Sea I saw all manner of sea life, never seen before. Squid and Jelly Fish - they look benign but can prove deadly to the unwary. Flying fish with over ambitious ideas, that would fly out of the sea, headlong into the side of our Carrier - and flop back into the salty waters - some too dazed to recover, Standing occasionally at the Forecastle rail - when permitted - to breathe in the hot desert breeze , was quite the change from the icy cold Atlantic gale force winds, which kept us below decks as we had left Glasgow, to sail through the Irish Sea on our three week trip to Singapore which we had undertaken that October morning. One taken to replenish needed arms and ammunition, and provide air support for our ground troops fighting in the foreign fields of Malaya and Korea.

On our way East, we side stepped the Seychelles, but called in at places such as Gibraltar and the Island of Malta GC., that was awarded ths medal for the heroism as it’s inhabitants, as they defied Mussolini’s futile attempts to bomb them into submission, and surrendering during WW II. Then Suez, Aden and Ceylon as it ws known back then in 1951. Stopping to deliver and collect supplies, we were allowed a few hours of off duty, to go ashore. In Malta my mess mates and I enjoyed the best Pancakes (flapjacks) I have ever eaten. These were our breakfast, sampled in a small kerbside ‘eatery’ - situated on the sidewalk of Strait Street.

My mess mates - known as “Oppos*” in naval slang back then and I “pigged out” on a double helping (6)! - The taste of which, has never been matched at any time since, and lingers as a fond memory some seventy years later! However, unlike cruise ships on which I have sailed several since, Gambling was not allowed - it was a punishable offence to do so, but we could play card games such as Euchre - I was a dab hand at same. And some evenings - Tombola - the Navy’s name for what today is known as Bingo. A small prize was allowed to be given the lucky winner - I received my fair share of same, for I seemed to be blessed by good fortune when playing. In truth, Dame Good Fortune has been my constant and faithful companion for much of my life. Deserved or not, I have never refused her offerings when presented me.

Perhaps one of the most remembered event of my three week trip to Singapore was our Carrier heaving to in the Indian Ocean, when off duty ship\s crew were allowed to swim in same, as rifle toting seamen, circled swimmers. Seated at the ready in the ship’s Whalers - as lifeboats were so named - they kept a wary eye open for sharks. A much needed precaution. In Aden our soccer team had swum off the beach for a cooling moment, after playing a friendly game of soccer against the RFR Black Ranger’s team - a Royal Fleet Reserve, RN Supply ship manned by civilian seamen. The game had taken place in Crater City - so named as it was situated in the crater of an extinct volcano - you would never know it, where the dry heat temperature, registered over 100 degrees F! Going for a swim later to cool and recoup our energies,was a delight until we discovered the steel, anti-shark net - actually an abandoned anti-submarine net - had been severely damaged, and sharks had indeed found the huge gaping hole! Some had swum through! No need to be told “no social distancing” then! It was every man for himself and Lord help those that lagged behind!
* Oppos? Short for Opposites, as we would stand ‘facing opposite’ one another, in order to protect each other’s back from any possible attack.

No, I never got to the Seychelles, but I have visited many islands around the world during my lifetime. Along with numerous countries, Customs and sights I have witnessed, have always been found fascinating and interesting, inasmuch, as they allow me to witness, how others live and go about their daily routines. Religions, ceremonies and even their ‘food’ for survival which has been developed, from climate, and availability, may seem peculiar, even hilarious, alien to me a stranger, but they always make for some interesting, even fascinating moments and adventures - if one allows! So ends another Chapter from me. Denis.

gambling
deadlights
forecastle
underbelly
whitewash
hogwash
rudder
oars
Martins
hearse

Posted by: JustDaniel Jul 31 20, 23:53

gambling
forecastle
deadlights
whitewash
underbelly
hogwash
hearse
oars
rudder
martins

Obviously none of you were GAMBLING there in the FORECASTLE by the light of the DEADLIGHTS, but of course you have to WHITEWASH some of the language that must have been exchanged between some from the UNDERBELLY of society that shared the space with the rest of you. And likely during those conversations, a good deal of HOGWASH was also contributed, I’m sure.

One question, Denis: When he considers the end of his life, does an old tar dream of a floating HEARSE without OARS or RUDDER, escorted only by disoriented MARTINS?

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rudder
oars
Martins
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knickers
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Posted by: Rhymer Aug 1 20, 09:06

Hogwash? You betcha! I’ve just read shoals of it! My answer is, to say as politely as good manners allow - Knickers!

Trying to write a Mini Story with this kind of response, is like trying to entertain a moronic Kindergarten kid with a swollen ego. One who grabs the Oars, and tries to steer a boat without a Rudder, by following disoriented Martins floundering lost, in the garbage of the Sargasso Sea whirlpool! A Panorama - akin to a mess of Noodles boiling in a Minestrone Stew! Better this Story is put to rest, before the final remnants of sanity are lost. Seemingly the humane action to take? As we do so, we can visualise the Grim Reaper - who carries a deadlight, that once covered the Porthole of Sanity - before the good ship, Common-sense, was scuppered and abandoned! Henceforth all your pain is ended, for I see the Hearse has arrived! With the Last Rites pronounced, I‘ll end my Eulogy and slip quietly away, having witnessed its death despite all attempts of resuscitation! Ergo, its misery is ended for I hear the silent thundering of one-handed clapping, as I leave you to celebrate your joyful grief! Sayonara, Rhymer.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 1 20, 17:13

Good grief, Denis!

I'm simply not the story-teller that you are. I have not been everywhere in the world and have not done exciting things. I'd spent my early career with a young congregation and a raft of street people for 8 1/2 years, and then a house full of addicts for 15 years and then individuals and families with mental illness for another 16. Not the stuff of great stories, my friend.

I'd taken, for some time, Sylvia's call for mini-stories as a fun activity in which to utilize a list of 10 words into some kind of semblance of a story, whether serious or humorous... and most of the time I've attempted to be humorous.

I'm deeply sorry that somehow I've offended your sensibilities by not responding to your sweeping stories (which have always fascinated me, and which I have loved) with mundane tongue-in-cheek nonsense, though occasionally a genuine story, spawned by one of yours! It's who I am. It's not about you. I have limitations which I wish you'd respect.

Please lighten up, and let's continue, PLEASE? Just add 5 Words to the list, and we'll move on, okay? No Goodbyes! You've given me something special to look forward to every couple of days! (... and obviously, Sylvia loves your stories even MORE than I do!) All I provide is a little amusement occasionally.

respectfully, Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Aug 2 20, 13:38

Hi Daniel and Denis, both of you write excellent stories. I enjoy them but don't always have time to write my own.
Daniel, from what you say, you've plenty life experiences to write about. Fact is, a lot of my poetry is about lost loved ones. My two sons, my Dad and my late husband. I have poems on dementia and schizophrenia. It was therapeutical to write those horribly sad experiences.
Perhaps I'll post them here, fitting in the words you two provide after your fantastic stories.

Let there be peace, Sylvia

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 2 20, 13:51

I have a reply that will be posted as and when I can. On another computer but? Lightning took the computer out and a uet I am unable to post. All manner of problems have resulted from our first real rain in over a month, but what a mess it has made of my computer and work in progress. Six hours already spent and have got no where fast!

I agree Sylvia re the therapeutic value of poetry. With poems - around 5,000 - I have covered many sad moments. I also need to know how one posts poetry on this site, other than starting another Challenge. Denis.

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 2 20, 14:00

Having had a second look at the ten words you listed which, when first read, I regarded as insulting for they had no bearing on anything gone before. Wrongly or rightly matters not, but your reply also came at a bad time. We had been hit with a storm - lightning had disabled my computer - still limping along even now, and I have no longer, the ability to sort same quickly! Thanks to several factors. However I am still of the opinion that with a little thought and consideration - on your part Daniel - you could write something more in line with the theme of the Mini Story. Much better than you did and do! However I’ll not dwell on this any further. Maybe I’m too particular about language, to allow myself the pleasure of writing, as I normally do, but as for lightening up? All who know me, know my sense of humour is what has and continues to sustain me, despite life’s problems and unwanted happenings that come my way. Especially yesterday!

To detour for a moment, let me go on record in telling you that ‘language’ per se, has frequently had a beneficial effect on my life and the road I followed. Some purely by happenstance. Some by deliberate choosing. My life was changed early - I was 10 years old at the time - when an astute village teacher Miss Miller, during WW II - saw possibilities, not even I had not seen nor realised I could achieve. Thanks to her, my expected road in life was reviewed and changed completely! It’s thanks to her also that I have enjoyed 90 years of life and living. Meeting folks of influence in circumstances never once envisaged. Few people realise how much of their personality is clearly evident in their speech and writings. To me writing is a form of ‘body language’ which gives others an insight into the ‘inner’ person behind the written word. A most sobering thought, for this trait - along with the ability to “read” a person’s ‘vibes’ at a first meeting' allows me to sense their ‘aura’ which I regard a blessing, for it has served me well over the years - especially so when I ran my Landscape Gardening business. It saved me from getting ‘shafted’ on several occasions!

My Naval career - such as it was, for I seldom ‘bend’ to any authority, without I can see a rationale or reason, for the implementation of orders they give. Nonetheless my seven plus years were exciting, informative and eye opening in many respects. I had dealings with Top Officials - although they knew nothing of me personally. I was often called upon to draught letters to the likes of World Leaders such as Charles de Gaulle, Winston Churchill - even your own Dwight Eisenhower! All were frequently on the list of recipients. I, was a junior member of the Fedsec - Far East Defence Secretariat - in charge of the 22 Member, Inter Service Typing Pool - with Inter Service Members,that were billeted in FarElf - Far East Land Forces - Tanglin Barracks located on the outskirts of Singapore. My security designation - higher than Top Secret - gave me access to information, most of the UK Parliament and the US Congress and their like - many Members of which, never got to read! It was certainly a time that opened my eyes to Politicos and Politics in general. One certainly gets to understand the workings dealings of Diplomats and Government works, and how the ‘wording’ of a Decree or Fiat can mean something completely averse to what the average reader gleans from their reading.

Perhaps this brief explanation will give you some indication, as to why I find words such as you added to your response, can seem pointless - even asinine at times? Even insulting. Lighten up? Maybe I fear losing what I have enjoyed for 80 plus years? The joy of reading and composing. I was always reading whenever opportunity was offered me. I have thousands of books lining my shelves - more so than many libraries. This after giving away a few thousand. A passion which I could enjoy all the more, once I taught myself speed reading! Today? Regretfully a pastime in which I can no longer indulge! To be honest, I have tried on numerous occasions to ‘give away’ my books, rather than know they’ll end up in the incinerator or landfill when I die! Rhymer.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 3 20, 01:05

Heavens! I just wrote three paragraphs and the computer swallowed it up!!

I appreciate your words of encouragement, Sylvia, and your lengthy explanation, Denis... both of you!

Let me do a bit of explaining myself. I also have a several thousand volume library -- all boxed up in the attic of our (now) rental property in Bridgeton, NJ where we lived for 16 years. They were boxed from my library at Barnabas House, and and there they sit in the hot and cold of the attic. I've given some of them away, but with the penchant of so many to do most of their reading digitally these days, even GIVING AWAY a theological library is difficult! Not only do we not have a place to display the books here in Vineland, but they're almost useless to me now because of my eyesight. (I'm even beginning to have days when things are too blurry for me to read on the computer. I wish I knew if there were some way enlarge the type here on MM!

In regard to what you said, Denis, about our writing being a kind of body-language of our personality, you're so right. And MY writing is filled with plays on words and humor, which reflect a significant piece of WHO I AM. My email name even contains the word "punditty." I do write serious things, but often they are tinted with humor, and some things that I write I designate as "serious humor" because beneath the humor on the surface of those poems is a serious message. And I DON'T WRITE PROSE, so any entrance into the mini-stories is ALWAYS a challenge for me. But I've NEVER taken it seriously, right from the beginning, so PLEASE forgive me for SEEMING to be "asinine" in some of the things I've written.

For a couple of years, the basement here (as I call it) was occupied ONLY by myself and Larry, with a few visitors dribbling in only occasionally. The two of us wrote silly and serious responses to each other's poems, challenging each other to write in quite a number of poetic forms, usually requiring each other to use something from the END of our poem to become the BEGINNING of the next poem. That in itself was a challenge, and it was often difficult to come up with anything serious because of that requirement. Occasionally we surprised each other with what could have been posted in the threads up top for critique... and we did a few times, but there's no one there to critique them. We simply enjoyed writing for the sake of practicing our skills, OFTEN FRIVOLOUSLY.

SOooo, Denis, before you joined me and Sylvia (who showed up about the time Larry disappeared without a trace) there was a long history of my being silly and asinine. NOTHING that I have done has been to insult or demean anything that you've written. I love your serious writes, and occasionally i have tried to follow them with something equally serious.

HOWEVER, sometimes the words and previous story that you offered made it impossible to write something serious, simply because you were in a vein that my life-experience left me totally cold and empty. I had nothing serious to follow up with, so I became silly and fanciful. It was my only option... except to not write anything. But if I wrote NOTHING, I would have nothing to look forward to in YOUR stories!

I hope that clarifies things, Denis. I WANT you to write your stories, including following up the previous one (where YOU left off), since I sometimes simply cannot follow up your entry with a continuation. I don't have life-experience in the milieu in which you usually write. So please just allow me to write about WHATEVER, incorporating your words in whatever fanciful way that I can. And the words that I offer you are NOT to be insulting. They're merely a CHALLENGE to think outside the box to include them somehow in your story. That's the history between me and Larry. We often ended our poems with lines that purposely made it difficult for the other to start OUR poem. It was a challenge, and we OFTEN met it with humor... and occasionally our outside-the-box thinking created something artistic! Feel free to take a look in the Poetic Forms section to see our lengthy interactions!

deLighting to anticipate your next stories! (both of you!) - Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Aug 3 20, 14:42

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Aug 2 20, 15:51 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 3 20, 17:49

Great ideas (for Denis), Sylvia. Maybe ALL THREE of us can post up top there and comment on each others' works. Who knows, maybe someone else will drop in! Let me know (either of you) if you post up there. Haven't looked in a LONG time!

In the meantime, hoping either of you will post another bit of a STORY with the last 10 words... and give us 5 new ones for another 10-word list. I'm chompin' at the bit.

Love in Light, Daniel

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 4 20, 06:16

Hopefully a reply! Hopefully as my computer was affected by a lightning strike earlier this week. I am resurrecting an old computer that has Internet but no e-mail. Very slow and somewhat akin to me inasmuch as it is loaded with older versions of programmes. It is only able to handle anything at a slow rate. With the virus pandemic I cannot get an 'expert' to come see and repair, so my computer days are further complicated. Have hopes I can get on line help later, but the weekend ws a Holiday here in Canada. No one works except folks like me, I am struggling to get a bench shelter finished before I go completely blind. Pauline can no longer use a computer, and of late, life has been a struggle to survive in many ways. I fear her trouble - early dementia - is going to be more than I can handle! Never gave a thought to what life might serve us when we reached this 90 plus age. Okay: no more excuses. Keep tuned - I might get lucky- doubt it. My positivism is slowly becoming a time of despair! Without my Loving Lass, I am nothing! Sorry folks but this is likely full of errors, but please excuse same. One bright note - it rained gently for much of the night. We've sufferedsevere drought conditions for over a month and maybe today I can forget watering all the flowers I planted for the girl of my dreams, who, like me, really loves to walk the garden and enjoy what Mother Nature gives us - when we can keep the weeds at bay! Fondest regards to you both Sylvia and Daniel. Rhymer aka Denis.

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 4 20, 07:21

Mini story chapter.

My life has been a journey, in which I have been blessed with all manner of pleasures, tempered with periods of sadness, when the unexpected has taken place. Times such as the death of my Grandfather when I was but a lad. However having said thus, I have a few humourous moments with which I can relate some of the words - a mish-mash that may require some fine tuning - even manipulation to fit the Mini Story intent.

Hogwash? The meaning to most is clear, however, incidents do come to mind, of a time when Derek - a young student, came under my wing, as he had expressed a love of farming, and had a career in same. Of course, he had to start with the lowest of tasks, to work his way up. No problem as he was a keen lad, though like many of his age, naive and over-eager at times. I was the Farm Manager, on whose shoulders rested the everyday running of the farm. A mixed farm of chickens, pedigree Ayrshires - herd of 120 animals- half of which were ‘milkers’ as we termed them. We also raised 200 beef animals - a mix of breeds, but mainly Herefords that were quartered in a divided, huge covered barn, and pigs. Again a mix of breeds. Most people have no idea how intelligent pigs are. They possess great memories, so when, one day, a couple ‘porkers’ escaped their - what we thought Safe enclosure, I mustered the farm employees to corner said miscreants, and usher them back to where they belonged. All went well - at first. We knew that should we not see their escape route they would seize the chance to return without being hauled squealing and snorting, ignominiously back. Derek stationed himself in a ‘mucky’ ditch that ran alongside the road that passed their quarters. Rounded up, two pigs came hurling down the road, into the ditch, faster than the flying Scotsman.
On spying Derek blocking their road, one went to his right and the other? Straight through his legs! Derek did a good imitation of a flying Dutchman! Diving at the pig, he landed face down in a mix of pig manure, mud and goodness only knows what else! Farm ditches are rather like that! Pigs safely back, we hosed him down and sent him back home to change! He had a twenty minute motor scooter ride to get home for this. No, it was not Hogwash, but it sure smelt like it! Incidentally, it wasn’t the only time he had to return home to get changed. The second time was when he had the misfortune to fall into a midden (containment of fresh manure) of ‘slops’ and ended up a greatly changed man! It was Spring, and the morass of collected cow manure, had a definite tinge of green to it. After that happening, he kept a change of clothes in his saddle bag. Just in case!

One of my friends in the village of Chesilborne, next to the Hamlet where I lived, was Hubert Haslar. His father was the local taxi driver. When Hubert reached the age of 18, his father bought him a rather ancient, retired Hearse for his birthday. After collecting this ancient relic, Hubert decided he wanted to show it off, and collecting me and a few others - we were a fearless lot - we went through the village to show off his ‘car’ and brag! Of course it had very limited seating capacity, being fitted out for carrying a coffin, for which it was designed, than live passengers. So off we went with Ivor and Leslie squatting on the coffin location. Let your imagination picture the scene! Word had it that after we’d been up and down the village street, several villagers suffered panic attacks, and vehemently asserted they had seen corpses moving! It was a few days before that little escapade was sorted, and I believe, there were some who never were convinced of the truth!

The remaining words? Yes I can tell more than one tale of Knickers - humourous to the reader, but not so, to those affected. Even myself when I, playing soccer in FarELF - Navy cays - jumped over a fence to retrieve the soccer ball, but lost my 'knickers' on a barbed wire fence. Spectators thought it hilarious. All that covered me, was confusion and embarrassment!
Swollen? Yes, in retrospect, it had its light hearted side, but it was the time when I was badly stung on my navel? Swollen not laughable, was the dominant word. Four days before I could do up my pants!

Oars, Rudder? Both were associated with my first ‘learning’ of how to row a Whaler boat. In our Part I Naval training, recruits had to learn how to row a boat. A lifeboat was termed a Whaler. Assigned a Coxswain , and we were launched onto the Tamar river in Eastern Cornwall. A crew of neophytes - most of whom were East Londoners - had never ever held an oar, nor knew the first thing about rowing. Moving into the flow of the river, we headed downstream, trying to handle a large oar flailing the waters, we travelled a long way, until we had reached the estuary! Then realisation struck our Coxswain! We were about a mile, maybe more, and headed out to sea, without a clue as to how we could get back to the base - HMS Raleigh! Coast Guard saw our plight and rang the Base, who in turn sent a Cutter speeding down to our rescue. A tow rope attached, we were towed back to our jetty where our embarrassed ‘crew’ was subjected to a chorus of jeers and ribald laughter by the other Whaler that had taken the upstream course, and had returned to the jetty without need of a tow! Our Coxswain was relieved of his duties - tout suite!

As for Martins? My mind shifts to the folks I knew as The Martins. A modest family Mr. Martin a devote Christian as long as he was receiving, but, when it came to giving? A far different story! Suddenly his thinking was that Charity begins at home, and although he’d love to donate, circumstances were hard at the moment, and he really had nothing to spare. He’d offer time to help, but this too was always booked solid. Rather typical of a certain breed we can find everywhere.
As for Noodles? Nothing I can write here comes to mind other than to say, I’ve had ‘oodles of noodles: a Panorama of Noodles if you prefer, but they’re not really my forte. Father always regarded them as ‘belly-fill’ somewhat akin to poorly made suet dumplings - a common ingredient in country meals when they often took the place of potatoes. Nevertheless, a Dumpling made as Mother made them, was a gourmet treat for this growing lad! As she’d say, this will ‘stick to your ribs!’ Another 'form' of dumpling was the Suet Pudding she boiled in the laundry copper - no saucepan big enough to boil it until cooked! Eaten with a liberal basting of Treacle - Golden Syrup- the name under which it was sold! It was a dessert to die for! Plain or full of raisins, it was one of my favourites!

Now for five words more. How about I give you 5 new words here, and you choose which of the original ten you use? A cop-out on my part, maybe, but I’m having a rough time with my computer right now, and it takes forever to get into MM and post. If this fails to get posted? You’ll never know what I have written, and I will have wasted my time as well. For now. Fondest regards. Bonne chance. Rhymer.

Friends
Horse(s)
Pastor
Services
Pastimes.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 5 20, 15:30

kindergarten
friends
knickers
pastimes
panorama
services
pastor
swollen
noodles
horse

Wow! Quite a story, Denis! I'm so sorry for what you're going through, not only with your computer, but also your eyesight (I'm fearing the possible loss of my own, because in the past few months it's become, for reading, almost always blurry, so that I have to tip my head from side to side and/or squint sometimes to read, and I often have to use a magnifying glass to read some details. It has become very frustrating, but not likely as severe an issue as I am gathering your eyesight is. I'm also SO very sorry about the situation with your lovely bride. I can only begin to appreciate the worries that you might have for her and for yourself as her disease progresses, in caring for her, or in not being able to care for her. My heart goes out to you, Dear One!

Well, the words take me back to my first school experience, and my KINDERGARTEN class were among the very first students at Fawcett School, which I think is no more than a mile from where we lived in Tacoma, WA. My older sister Linda went from a school where our Uncle Wes was the big deal as a sixth grader at Sheridan School, and he could show off his niece in kindergarten to all of his FRIENDS, to her now being in the very first first grade class at Fawcett. It was a big deal for her, and it was a scary thing for me, to be walking home from school by myself. It seemed so far away, and I was a loner. Lind must have walked home with me most of the time, but my memory gives me nothing of that... only of occasionally being able to stop at Mrs. Pitches store, at the corner where we headed down the hill to home, to buy some penny candy, or even a nickel candy bar! That was a real treat, though not one we had often. In the warmer months I do recall wearing shorts to school, but I'd never even heard of KNICKERS back then.

When I got home from school, my PASTIMES consisted of sucking my thumb and playing with small toys, usually alone in my bedroom. Don't remember much from those days. I discovered much later in my life that my thumb-sucking was a great deal like the medication Versed (ver-said), a synthetic valium, that is given intravenously before major surgery. It relaxes the patient and allows them to communicate with the doctor during surgery, if necessary. Side effect: absolutely no memory of anything that took place before the IV is stopped! That is exactly what sucking my thumb did to me. When it was in my mouth, my brain recorded nothing. No memory of a huge part of my growing up till I stopped sucking it at age 13 in the 7th grade, because I was afraid that my English/History teacher would discover that I sucked my thumb! My parents had tried dozens of ways to get me to stop, but absolutely nothing worked. But suddenly I stopped cold, and a whole new PANORAMA of noises and household goings on opened up to me, including my sisters' playing of the then new rock-and-roll music. It drove me crazy (though I like what was then being played, today!), simply because previously I simply didn't hear it. I developed then the habit of getting up very early in the morning to do my homework, sitting in front of the wood stove downstairs, in the quiet with nothing and no one to disturb me. I was usually done before breakfast, when everyone else showed up (by then, including three sisters and two brothers. (Others came later.)

In my earlier years I do recall going to Sunday school and worship SERVIVES regularly, and I recall our PASTOR, Dr. Roy T. Brumbaugh, and his passion both to clearly teach the truth of the Bible, and also to reach out others outside of the church with the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and in particular to the military community. Every Sunday there would be more than a hundred soldiers in attendance from Ft. Lewis. Especially in the evening services, for some reason, the church attendance would be SWOLLEN by their presence.

When I was growing up, the only NOODLES I recall came in the form of spaghetti, which we would have abut once per week, and macaroni, which we often had in a beef broth with little meatballs or just broken up cooked hamburger. That would become in my college years a staple for me in the times when I was living on my own, or was somewhere when I had to do my own cooking. I don't think I've ever mentioned that all my life I was considered to be bow-legged. I looked as though I'd spent a lot of time riding on HORSES, which I had not. My sister Linda, however, loved them, and when she left our home before her junior year in high school (where I had expected her to be my guide when I entered my sophomore year at Lincoln HS). Thus she ended up living at the home of the owner of B&B Riding Stables in a nearby community and a different school... and then lived with my paternal grandmother and went to the brand new Mt. Tahoma HS for her senior year. I, by the way, was technically NOT bow-legged. I was severely pigeon-toed, so that I would trip over my own feet when younger. I consciously taught myself to turn my feet outward when I walked to that they pointed straight ahead. The effect of doing that (Turn you own feet outward, and you will see what happens to your knees) wat that my knees bowed outward when I walked and ran. When I ran (I was anchor man on the mile relay team that broke the City of Tacoma's record by 3.6 seconds), they said that I looked like a spider! I had a huge stride that I'd developed, and that accented that appearance even more.

Well, enough of me. It's time for more from either Sylvia or Denis... or from whomever may drop in on these basement-dwellers. Here are the 10 word with which you may play however you like (with my adding 5 new words):

friends
horse
service
pastor
pastimes
galoshes
pepperoni
galivant
symposium
ceiling fan

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 6 20, 06:59

Life goes on Daniel and I take each day as it comes. Some good, some not so good, but never a truly ‘bad’ day whilst I have the love of my life - my wife - to share the memories we have made and enjoy together every night as we sit and reminisce, or - most nights - watch British TV series - I have masses of tapes and DVD’s - all of which we have seen before, but still give us a lot of pleasure - without adverts I hasten to add! Series like Morse, or Inspector Frost - presently, Monarch of the Glen (Scottish Highland drama) that remind us of our earlier days. Even old Benny Hill videos who was also popular in the USA almost as much as the UK. As for my approach to life today? Better one bends with the wind and compromises, rather than one tries to resist it, and gets bowled over! Rightly or wrongly, that’s my personal philosophy since the deterioration of Pauline’s memory bank. Her smile when I crack a joke, means more to me than wealth!

So to firstly comment on your last Chapter. Despite our different backgrounds, I think we have much more in common than is evident at first glance. The biggest difference that I note has been my travels. That and the fact I had only one sister - still living in Dorset UK. A mere slip of a lass - three years younger than myself, I was always her knight in shining (tad rusty now) armour, inasmuch as I used to get her out scrapes whenever needed! I was kept busy! Lol.

I will admit that your account of your early days, raised many memories for me. This has to be one of the most important - even essential truths of growing old(er). My dreams are full of such moments. Some are positively bizarre when viewed in the cold light of day, but 90% of my dreams involved loved ones, who have passed on., Folks I trust my ‘spirit; will meet in a place, humans cannot visit when alive! Religion? Despite being a choir boy” church warden and bell ringer, I regret to say, that my experiences in life, when coupled with a somewhat cynical ‘questioning’ approach to edicts and decrees, that categorically state a ‘fact’, brings out the ‘who says so?’ attitude in me. Known as the Devil’s Advocate by many, it has always been my way. Led to some interesting results at times, when I along with a good friend, woud argue such matters with Priests of all denominations. Many we would refer to as "Dominators!” Some would get the subtle difference, others? Too stuck in their bigoted views and doctrine to allow for any departure. My favourite ploy was to bring their attention to the wars and conflicts that, throughout history, have been waged under the guise of Religion. Still are when you look at the world turmoil today. No I’m not going there again, but find thre is and has been so much in my life, that firstly brought me to consider what was being ‘fed’ me, then what other explanation might there be? I cannot explain some happenings in my own life, which have been a sign of another ‘world’, but I do have witnesses to happenings I’ve experienced, that brought complete amazement to the witnesses! On occasion, I have described “places” I have never visited in this life! For example Puerto Rico, when we first went there - down to the last exact detail, of the city area we were visiting. Familiar in many ways, one has to question What? Why? and How? Never found an explanation yet that satisfies my ever questioning mind! The spirit ives on, is the best explanation I can give anyone, but proof> Sorry no can do! But I blether on again - it is also a trait in which I love to indulge - in cae you hadn’t noticed? Lol. I will leave you to read and perhaps ‘ponder’ over this small detour from the intent of the Mini Story. Will attend to the next Chapter later. I have to get after the authorities to repair my E-mail account. I have to rely solely on this connection, to contact all or anyone. 2 days ago they promised me they would get back to me with good news! Their idea of 25 minutes and mine is somewhat different! I wonder what time zone they might be in? For now Take care: stay safe and think deeply on the state of the world today. It’s one helluvah mess! Denis. PS: If perchance I used any of your ten words? Purely happenstance! Just hope what I've written here, makes sense? Ciao Rhymer.

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 6 20, 08:39

When sitting with Friends, my wife and I, often reminisce on Pastimes and past times. Of days gone by when many folks wore Galoshes to Gallivant around the countryside - it being the “In” fashion when I was a kid! Times when our Pastor came to hold the Church Service on a Sunday riding his Horse. My father was a Groom/Gardener and had twelve “Hunters” as we termed them - in his care. Thoroughbreds in North American parlance. Later our Vicar or Pastor rode a bicycle as cars were not as common as today. It so happened, Fate de4creed his demise would be by a tragic bicycle accident. This, one Sunday, when on his way to our village to conduct the Service. Losing control down a sharp slope in the village, he plunged into the stream at the bottom. Knocked unconscious, he was later discovered, drowned in about six inches of water! His replacement - successor, the Reverent Ramm - two “Ms” please - would Gallivant all over the parish, trying to convert Chapel Folks - his story - to the C of E creed. Most villagers thought it a cunning ploy on his part, to enjoy free meals - country folks are very suspicious of folks who step outside their ‘safe’ circle, especially at meal times. With a village mix that was fast changing when I was a lad, meals could be a anything from Spaghetti to Pepperoni spiced meals or simply nothing more than scrag-end of ?whatever?! Few would turn away a hungry man, but his hunger was one that was seldom satisfied! His son Malcolm was a schoolmate of mine for a couple of years. When his father was moved to another parish. He would often joke about his father’s trait of being invited to enjoy a light repast! Rev Ramm, incidentally was about 125lbs overweight! As the local parishioner Symposium and the Women’s Institute, that met monthly in the village hall, to discuss what next? (Their men folk termed it the time to 'spread the dirt!') Being Ideally suited for gossip mongering, anyone not present, could easily be the next topic under discussion! Gossip was easily spread as the Members gathered in Committee, caressed by the Ceiling Fan. A time and place where rumours were discussed at length, and spread! Many Members thought his ‘prominent’ stature was plainly, “Proof of the many puddings” he’d eaten!. Rhymer.

horse
service
pastimes
galoshes
wellspring
gaiters
symposium
threshing
stable
cemetery

Hopefully this will widen your scope/horizons. Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 6 20, 09:37

gaiters
symposium
wellspring
threshing
service
horse
stable
galoshes
pastimes
cemetery

It sounds as if the lady GAITERS at the village church's Women's SYMPOSIUM produced a WELLSPRING of thorough THRESHINGS of the Rev. Ramm. Did he ever come to conduct a SERVICE at your HORSE STABLE. There, I'm sure your crew would be readily able to feed him... a bunch of crap till it started flowing over his GALOSHES, given their PASTIMES. He'd soon be taking refuge in the church CEMETARY!

wellspring
gaiters
threshing
cemetery
ceiling fan
Pomeranian
sump pump
genealogical
serendipity
shopping list

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 6 20, 12:19

Getting water from the village well which was truly the Wellspring of water, news and gossip, all carried out under the guise of drawing water from the deep - 60 feet down - mid-village well. Many a time I have drawn water for my much loved Grandparents, who were in my eyes at least - ancient but incredibly generous folks. It was a gathering place for all manner of folks. Some would be dressed in clothes that signalled their profession. Gaiters for example, like my father wore, meant either a Carter or Groom. A Badge of Profession if you like. Many general farm workers wore them too. Especially great for Threshing. They prevented mice crawling up your pant legs - had it happen to me several times - I never wore gaiters.
Today should I take a trip down memory lane and visit the many graves in the Cemetery, I can easily relate to the Genealogical connections so many villagers possessed with my family. Nearly all were large families those days. The Bere’s took the crown with 22 children! Close behind was another - The Cutlers with 18! Ours was small in comparison - only 9! My Uncles and Aunts. Father was number 4. Christened Henry Thomas his brother - born the same year, was christened Thomas Henry! A little unintentional humour perhaps? To me our family was the epitome of perfection. Truly a Serendipity - a Haven if you like - where we youngsters bonded and became strong and resilient! 10 at the time it stands me in good stead even today - 80 years on!

If there is anything I would add to my Shopping List of life, it would be to have a day such as I enjoyed all those years ago, when I, a mere 10 year old lad. The closest I can come to this Utopian idyllic happening, was when I returned in 1998 to revisit the village in which I was born. Many changes, as expected. The Church? Electricity had been installed and Ceiling fans wafted overhead. A Sump Pump keeps the cellar - basement - dry. Church records are kept therein. Not locked away, but available for anyone to look at and wonder? Time stood still for me but passed swiftly by when I opened up a few volumes., to refresh my memory. Would love to possess a copy of same.

I have never enjoyed the company nor pleasure of a Pomeranian, but my life has frequently been blessed by the company of a dog(s). Firstly my faithful Whippet cross Bruce. Later Duchess a Newfoundland. Terriers - both Scottish - Digger and Muffy, then two Rough Haired Terriers - Scamp and Topsy. Almost forgot! We had one named Patchy, who we left behind when we came to Canada. Neighbours of ours loved him as much as ourselves, so it was no great parting when we left. Any tears were ours! We did visit him six years later - grey haired and slow in walk, and nearing the end of his long 19 year life. He recognised my wife and I immediately when we met up with him again. The there was Ruffy, a Welsh Sheepdog. Finally, my much loved and still sadly missed Kuvasz - “Nootka” (Big Wind in Eskimo language). He was stricken with a brain tumour at the age of 7 years! Even today 18 years on, a tear wells in my eye when I recall his ways ,and how we enjoyed our walks together. I still mourn his passing. Faithful to the end, he would defend me from all and any suggestion of danger! Without my asking. I have written numerous poems about my doggie companions - a couple of loving cats too, Denis.

So another Chapter from me, added to the saga entitled Mini Story. So now? 10 words:

sump pump
genealogical
serendipity
shopping list
waist coat
bodice
dahlias
cherry tree
sandals
threshing

Posted by: Psyche Aug 6 20, 15:54

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Aug 6 20, 14:19 )

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 6 20, 20:26

I was in the basement, my mind Threshing ideas around to see what I could come up with. A few Premature ideas, had already been dismissed as being little more than fanciful possibilities - Cat food if you like? that too was another item to cross off my Shopping list as being pointless, and not at all helpful. I felt like an Alligator without a tail trying to swim against the river current. Here was I, a Rhodes Scholar, sitting in my rented quarters, opposite Parliament wondering what next? Tucking my fingers into my Waistcoat I decided there was more interesting things to do than study Genealogical possibilities, so putting my Sandals back on my feet I sauntered off to the nearest Bar where I could relax and think of ten words to tease the twosome of Sylvia and Daniel before either could bring this Mini Story to a conclusion! Onward and upward as they say. Rhymer.

premature
parlament
Rhodes
cat food
alligator
Congress
Jumping Jehovah
Catfish
Manners
Poets Corner.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 7 20, 05:46

premature
manners
Parliament
cat food
Congress
alligator
Jumping Jehovah
catfish
Rhodes
Poets Corner

With your fantastic stories, Denis, how could we possibly bring them to a PREMATURE end, especially when you forget your MANNERS and return to use your own words without giving us a chance to fully appreciate your entry and to take up your 10-word challenge ourselves!

I have taken the matter up with your PARLIAMENT, and they have made a proclamation:

You must eat CAT FOOD for breakfast, after which you will stand before our own CONGRESS wearing ALLIGATOR shoes, and after being introduced as a violator of protocol, you must loudly utter "JUMPING JEHOVAH" ten times... and then have blackened CATFISH for lunch, after which you'll have to utilize your RHODES scholar education to produce at least two meaningful haiku and/or senryu worthy of our POETS CORNER, and then to post it here somewhere in your next entry, making it, in effect a haibun....

so don't forget!

Congress
Jumping Jehovah
catfish
manners
Poets Corner
haibun
reparations
humility
capitalization
capriciousness

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 7 20, 07:21

Continuation.

Congress
Jumping Jehovah
catfish
manners
Poets Corner
haiku
reparations
humility
capitalization
capriciousness

In all Humility I ask you to excuse my Capriciousness Daniel - it's long been a trait of Poets Corner poetry. Haiku? Not so sure about that as I prefer the more descriptive style of composition to that of the Haiku or? Whatever..
Of course you must have noticed, when replying - using your ten words, I employ Capitalisation of the words used. This is not only a help to myself, but also ensures you, the reader, notes their usage. In all my writings, I try to display good Manners be it to You, Sylvia or perhaps Jumping Jehovah - who is often used by myself, as a expletive when my hard earned work goes for a walk-about! Far too frequently of late. This is the time I would go fishing for Catfish to make Reparations for my ill mannered eruptions, but our local river, The Trent - has no such resident species. A trait I seem to have acquired from watching too much of the CBS News on the antics of your Congress.

As a show of my penance, will the following qualify as a Haiku? Don’t be nasty in your critique Daniel!
Psyche - in lower case you note - is used here as a noun - not a sobriquet. Rhymer.

Summer Haiku.

Summer reflections
in blank verse, poetry, prose
food for my psyche.

Rhymer. Aug 7th, 2020.Poets Corner

reparations
humility
capitalization
capriciousness
Poets Corner
Poseidon
Atlas
psychic
crumbs
catastrophic

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 7 20, 12:57

humility
reparations
catastrophic
Poseidon
Atlas
capitalization
crumbs
psychic
Poets Corner
capriciousness

You have demonstrated ample HUMILITY in your REPARATIONS, according to the monitor from your Parliament, so I will forgive your only writing one senryu (haiku would have not only the seasonal reference that you utilize, but also have a nature-world feel to it) instead of the prescribed two minimum. (You also did not use "haibun" but I'll re-include that on my new list, as you may have copied the list before I modified "haiku" into "haibun") The shortfalls are not CATASTROPHIC, and besides, the monitor holds the trump card, and, quite honestly, though he doesn't have a trident, like POSEIDON, he does look uncomfortably like ATLAS, so I ain't gonna argue with him!

Your senryu is actually a very creditable piece, though your CAPITALIZATION of "summer" in inappropriate, since it is not a proper noun in most circles. Also, neither haiku nor senryu have titles, but I'm not faulting you over such CRUMBS. I don't suspect that you have PSYCHIC abilities, so if you hadn't studied these particular poetic forms in your POETIC CORNER, I can't expect you to be conversant with such things! One other thing, "blank verse" technically refers not only to verse without rhyme, but especially to verse that uses iambic pentameter (which of course no one can do in senryu or haiku), so perhaps "free" might have been a better choice... and of course there should not be a period (.). By the way, these forms do not need to have 5-7-5 syllables, and in fact, LESS is preferred by aficionados.

You might have written (and perhaps a bit verbose, but with a wry wink?) something like this:

summer reflection
in thoughts sans reason nor rhyme
food for my psyche

If you had included this and perhaps another ku interspersed within and/or concluding your piece, your prose would have been with CAPRICIOUSNESS transformed into a haibun. https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/haibun-poems-poetic-form deLightingly, Daniel

reparations
humility
capitalization
capriciousness
haibun
fallacious
interrogation
ten-gallon hat
barrister
pantaloons

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 8 20, 07:46

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Quite frankly Daniel, I couldn't give a monkey's kiss whether I wrote a Haiku or in some other format. Having been to Japan and experienced much of their culture - forgotten most of what it was like back 70 years ago, - the chances are, it is likely very much like our Western Culture: gone to Hell in a handcart as the saying goes, or at least, going there! Yes I do know what a Hailun is, though it would seem MM's spell checker doesn't! I hope Sylvia can pick up on this for I have some very urgent personal business to attend to, that precludes my writing much more on this site for some time to come. I might be able to squeeze in a posting - barring complaints - or a Chapter later but it won't be soon. Added to my very busy schedule I have to get after my Internet provider as my E-mail side of it, has been kaput for over a week now, and I have urgent correspondence to attend to. Some of my e-mail friends will think I’m away on the River Styx trip, to join the recent departures. My small circle of Friends is shrinking far too quickly for my liking of late.

Incidentally there's one thing that always concerns me where poetry is concerned. (Too many) Experts rile me! They, who have the thought "they" are the qualified ones who can critique and often do, tell me I have not stuck to the set format/formula and forthwith proceed to re-write my poetry!! I like all to understand, my writing is and always has been, how I see life, and how I want to ‘describe’ personal incidents, thoughts and feelings, and to hell with the “format" unless I am experimenting or, ‘having a ‘go’ - at attempting a new arrangement. As one who has admired Shakespeare and his many talents, I am well aware of the differences in Free Verse: Blank Verse and whatever you care to mention. But who cares? Not me! I enjoy writing in whichever format I think most appropriate. I let the topic find whichever format suits it best. However, if and when the shoe is on the other foot? Brother do they get upset! I can fault many postings I read, but exercise good manners and restraint and move on without comment!
Truth is, I'm too damned old and far too stubborn to allow myself to be unduly bothered by it. and ignore most, if not all of such twaddle. I am one who has made his own way in this world. Either accepting what I cannot change, or work around it. However, I do generally let the Critic know. If all goes well? I’ll be back later. Rhymer.

PS: Incidentally, despite all, I have a very large - shall we say “band of Followers” all around the world. Average weekly readership of my poetry on another site exceeds a thousand reads! For me? That is what counts. Ciao for now Denis.[/size]

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 8 20, 09:59

Well I don't give a monkey's ass either. I'm out of here permanently.

Tired of your shit in face of all my kindness.

Bye

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 8 20, 12:05

I just hope you don't display the same degree of kindness ( not the word I would use) you have shown me Daniel. You must be a very lonely man. Have fun wherever you go.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 9 20, 03:20

Denis, I must apologize and ask you to forgive me for swearing in my previous remarks to you. I've NEVER sworn on this site before, so far as I know. I've embarrassed myself with my outburst.

However, I will not return to this 10 word adventure with you, not because of your lengthy, engaging, sweeping and extremely interesting stories, because I have ALWAYS LOVED THEM.

It's because of your snide remarks to me, your condescending words, your know-it-all remarks to my attempts to encourage, assist, resolve misunderstandings, cajole you, and walking-on-eggshells lest I somehow or another offend, upset or disturb your sensitivities somehow, or not follow your expectations about the stories that I OUGHT to produce... stories that were humorous, care-free, silly, inconsistent with previous entries LONG BEFORE YOU ARRIVED in the thread. I simply can't take your attitude and ability to be so quickly and easily offended by just about anything that I say... and also for never apologizing for the number of times you've been wrong.

sLightly disappointed with myself, Daniel

P.S. As to your concern about MM's red-underling of words, indicating that they're somehow wrong, you might utilize that feature yourself, since virtually EVERY entry of yours has had a minimum of two to three typos / misspellings (and not merely differences between American and Brit English).

P.P.S. Your remark that I must be a lonely man HURT ME DEEPLY, STRIKING TO MY HEART! It was the most unkind thing that ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME on this site.... EVER. You do not know me at all, Denis, and in our interchanges here you've not made any effort do know me, while I've reached out to you with great interest in you, your current situation, your wife and how her situation is affecting and is likely to affect you even more; your career, your garden with all your work and creations and creativity, your previous jobs and all your world-travels. You've not reached out to know a thing about me, but rather have taken snipes at me over and over. I've simply been worn down by it all. I'm old too, and there's only so much I can take.

Best wishes to you and your wonderful wife. I hope also that you'll be able to get your computer situation resolved so that you can get on comfortably reading and writing your poetry and be able to continue your email correspondence. Only the best to you.

Posted by: Psyche Aug 9 20, 16:10

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Aug 7 20, 14:57 )

humility
reparations
catastrophic
Poseidon
Atlas
capitalization
crumbs
psychic
Poets Corner
capriciousness

You have demonstrated ample HUMILITY in your REPARATIONS, according to the monitor from your Parliament, so I will forgive your only writing one senryu (haiku would have not only the seasonal reference that you utilize, but also have a nature-world feel to it) instead of the prescribed two minimum. (You also did not use "haibun" but I'll re-include that on my new list, as you may have copied the list before I modified "haiku" into "haibun") The shortfalls are not CATASTROPHIC, and besides, the monitor holds the trump card, and, quite honestly, though he doesn't have a trident, like POSEIDON, he does look uncomfortably like ATLAS, so I ain't gonna argue with him!

Your senryu is actually a very creditable piece, though your CAPITALIZATION of "summer" in inappropriate, since it is not a proper noun in most circles. Also, neither haiku nor senryu have titles, but I'm not faulting you over such CRUMBS. I don't suspect that you have PSYCHIC abilities, so if you hadn't studied these particular poetic forms in your POETIC CORNER, I can't expect you to be conversant with such things! One other thing, "blank verse" technically refers not only to verse without rhyme, but especially to verse that uses iambic pentameter (which of course no one can do in senryu or haiku), so perhaps "free" might have been a better choice... and of course there should not be a period (.). By the way, these forms do not need to have 5-7-5 syllables, and in fact, LESS is preferred by aficionados.

You might have written (and perhaps a bit verbose, but with a wry wink?) something like this:

summer reflection
in thoughts sans reason nor rhyme
food for my psyche

If you had included this and perhaps another ku interspersed within and/or concluding your piece, your prose would have been with CAPRICIOUSNESS transformed into a haibun. https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/haibun-poems-poetic-form deLightingly, Daniel

reparations
humility
capitalization
capriciousness
haibun
fallacious
interrogation
ten-gallon hat
barrister
pantaloons

The barrister strode into the courtroom wearing a ten-gallon hat and yellow pantaloons. He was not at all humble, anybody could tell by the robes he wore. He began his interrogation of the accused person in a capricious and fallacious manner.
The lady judge asked him to step up to her high desk and ordered him to present a written manuscript of all his presumptuous questions and other evidence he hadn't acquired in court.
The silly man wrote everything capitalized, a most 'ornery way of expressing himself. He was only slightly literate, but he ended his manuscript with a haibun:

My lovely lady
you flowering blossom wisdom
justice will prevail

The lady judge smirked at his cajoling manner and dreadful haibun. She adjourned the session till the next week and banged her wooden hammer angrily.


reparations
capriciousness
humble
barrister
haibun
knight templars
squeaky
willow tree
gasp
kidneys

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 9 20, 22:45

humble
barrister
reparations
haibun
capriciousness
gasp
kidneys
knights templar
squeaky
willow tree

The HUMBLED BARRISTER made REPARATIONS with this written HAIBUN:

I had filled the court with my CAPRICIOUSNESS, causing onlookers to GASP. I was making it difficult for your KIDNEYS and intestines to process all of the waste product that you, Fair Judge, had observed from me. I certainly was not doing battle in the skill of the esteemed KNIGHTS TEMPLAR. I hope that you will accept my deep apology and offer me a SQUEAKY-clear slate.

a pile left
beneath the WILLOW TREE
no poo-pooing bench

Posted by: Psyche Aug 10 20, 16:23

Very funny, Daniel. I'll do the word challenges now, don't think I can manage the story today. What a shame you and Denis get on badly. I didn't interfere, would only make matters worse.
Hope your knee and all health issues are much better, keep safe, Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 10 20, 20:18

I'm sorry too, Sylvia. I bent over backwards to accommodate, and I hope that he returns after the matters that he's currently tending to. I love his stories. I didn't love being expected to follow in his suit. I've ALWAYS written with humor, and only occasionally something serious. The challenge of adding five words makes writing a serious story something of a prodigious task unless you have the kind of broad life experience over 80 plus years that he has. Will look forward to your next episode. Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Aug 12 20, 19:19

Hi Daniel, yes, Denis has travelled and worked all over the world. His stories are very good, but I can't match them, even tho' I've also travelled plenty during my lifetime.
As usual, I finished the word challenges and don't think I'll do the story tonight. Maybe, after supper.
Keep safe, Sylvia

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 15 20, 06:50

My Squeaky boots were stilled as I stood behind a Willow Tree on hearing the sound of a trumpet, sounding across the hills. Giving a nervous Gasp for surely this was the warning sound of the Knights Templar when charging into battle? I prepared to hike myself post haste from my cover, should my first impression prove true. But hold on! There was something vaguely unfamiliar in the sound. A squelching sound - like a Cantaloupe landing slap dab in a bowl of sloppy Rice pudding! I gulped at the thought, for it reminded me in some ways of an earlier occasion. In fact, a Breakfast, when my Chef was angry at me for some insulting Riposte I had made about his cooking. To get his own back, he fried my breakfast pig Kidneys in a thick garlic sauce, on the very day I was about to meet my 'In Laws to be' for the first time. Phewee! Those Kidneys had been cooked bullet hard - much as walnuts in their shell would have been. The garlic added a distinct taste, which was all well and good for keeping mosquitos at bay, but I doubt the smell of my garlic laden breath would endear me to my future In Laws - Sylvia and Daniel - with whom I had arranged to meet later in their garden. In preparation for which, I had donned leather Knee Pads. My thinking being that if I simply fell forward on my knees in a manner they’d think obeisance, they might not judge me too harshly for the rather strong smell on my breath. There was no guarantee I could stay down wind of them, so precautions had to be taken! Being a little apprehensive as to their reaction I was over joyed to see a smile cross their faces as I bowed on bended knee to greet them. As I knelt there, following executing my plan - on my knee pads - I saw their smiles became wider until guffaws from Daniel had him and Sylvia doubled up in laughter! In the ribaldry that followed, all ill feelings were forgotten and we picked up where life and living as befits civil folks. So ended the Denis.

gasp
kidneys
rice
cantaloupe
knee pads
Turves - plural of Turf in my language.
Murderous
Villain
Beggars
Donkey

After days of my floundering around trying to get some normality back into my life - stressful to say the least - a degree of busy normality has returned to my days. Help from a good (younger) friend and his wife who, without criticism or lecture, coming unexpectedly to my aid yesterday, I'm back on level turf without unwanted angst interfering in my intentions. If and when one gets to my age, even a little upset in routine can prove disastrous. as it did when I had a spate of unwanted and unexpected happenings that did little, but arouse my ire? Suffice it to say, my 'pot' boiled over! Even the smallest of perceived contretemps can trigger a fast reaction! Such is my nature.

As I remarked earlier, writing of all kinds, is like body language to me, and I react accordingly. Today, after some in depth consideration, I conclude that a new computer is next on my wish list. I neither bear grudges nor dwell on ill happenings. Water under the bridge as they say, is well downstream and fading fast from sight and my life. However, Mother Nature and other events, overloaded my fuse and the result? I sure can and will explode when I determine it is required! At the moment I am limping along on a ten year old Asus computer - full of older versions of programmes with limited capabilities but considering all the tasks it has performed expertly, earlier? It's coping far better than I ever imagined! Shades of my Youthful 80's? Now to see what Desktop Computers are on offer - no Windows 10 for me! Onward and upward! Hope you have a great day as I pick up and refresh 'basics' thought no longer needed. Ciao, Denis.

Posted by: Psyche Aug 15 20, 15:06

gasp
kidneys
rice
cantaloupe
knee pads
turves (turf)
murderous
villain
beggars
donkey

For supper, my daughter Diana prepared a spicey rice dish with chopped and fried kidneys, carrots, onion, garlic, cantaloupes and a variety of other ingredients. We all ate as if we were starving beggars.
Later I had the misfortune of taking a pebbled road instead of the green turf surrounding the main buildings. I was rushed off to hospital and in the ER, after x-rays and some tests, the injury turned out to be relatively minor. I was prescriped knee pads and physical therapy, under the guidance of a specialist.
Misfortunes never seem to come alone, because the day after, when I was trying out my knee pads whilst walking down a shady lane, gingerly, I was stopped by a murderous villain, who not only removed my knee pads at gun point, he also took all my money, my watch, earings and my sports gear, leaving me almost naked and far from home.
Right then, I saw an old donkey hitched to a signpost, apparently abandoned. Seeing nobody nearby, I rode home on a similar humble animal as the one that Jesus chose to ride triumphantly into Jerusalem. There were no disciples or crowds adorning me with flowers or a wreath of green leaves, but I arrived safely home, albeit chrestfallen, poorer and tired.

beggar
kidneys
gasp
turf
murderous
swimming
Chilean Altiplano
congress
Walt Whitman
River Styx

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 16 20, 07:04

beggar
kidneys
gasp
turf
murderous
swimming
Chilean Altiplano
congress
Walt Whitman
River Styx

As I slowly recovered from my ordeal, my doctor suggested a short stay in the Chilean Altiplano might be a good place to recover my mental health. A place high up that allowed me to stretch out on its Turf and relax, and where hopefully, I could forget the Murderous Beggar who, without pity, left me to Gasp my last breath. An infection in my Kidneys as a result of my exposure to the elements on my ride home, was slow to improve, and I still had a distance to go before I was fully recovered. This despite hours of therapeutical Swimming in the local pool, and not the River Styx as the thief had hoped. Having earlier chatted with Walt Whitman and telling of my earth shattering experience - traumatic to say the least - he had promised to bring this matter before Congress, so that lighting and security along that dangerous highway could be improved. After some thought, I decided this would be my next move. A spell in the Altiplano, where the Eagles soar and the Alpaca roam, sounded ideal. So off I went, to see what he had said would prove true and beneficial. Sayonara. Rhymer.

Vultures
Llama
Andean Alps
Tequila
Cactus
swimming
Chilean Altiplano
congress
Walt Whitman
River Styx

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 16 20, 09:23

Tequila
Cactus
Walt Whitman
River Styx
Chilean Altiplano
swimming
llama
Andean Alps
congress
vultures

Gathering my supplies and the three bottles of TEQUILA that I'd hidden among the CACTUS, and a booklet of poems by WALT WHITMAN and a copy of RIVER STYX Journal, with thoughts of the CHILEAN ALTIPLANO SWIMMING in my head, I loaded up my trusty LLAMA and headed to the ANDEAN ALPS. No more would I be worrying about what was going on in CONGRESS with all of its VULTURES. I'm looking forward to a little mental quietude.

swimming
Chilean Altiplano
congress
Walt Whitman
River Styx
apple blossoms
compilation
volumes
entrepreneur
scandalous

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 16 20, 13:43

Of course what I had forgotten in my desire to seek the solitude of the Andean Alps - clearly seen from the Chilean Altiplano, was a herd of Alpacas. They being inquisitive as they are, came to see who I was, and what I might be doing? Standing in a ring around the Cactus I was using as a wind break for my tent quarters - set up near the lake , and chosen because I had anticipated beginning my day with a morning of lazy Swimming - great therapy at any time - but very beneficial for me under the circumstances. From here in the lake I, floating in its cool waters, could watch circling Vultures. A colony of same, nested in tall trees further down the lake, where the River Styx begins its long journey to the Pacific Ocean. It was nicknamed so, by locals because so many drowned in its waters every year. Actually the river, Rio Llizan. is the mythical river Styx which legnd has it, we cross when the Grim Reaper comes calling. Many drowned in its waters. due to inebriation - understandably so, when one notes the effect Tequila and the thin atmosphere of this elevated plateau, has on someone not born to a high altitude. Upon my hearing the Alpacas, munching on the tough grass, I being somewhat startled by the noise, looked up from my volume of verse, and was surprised to see a crowd of them, and my trusty Llama, had quietly surrounded me. My Llama, stood out as would Walt Whitman in a Cistercian Monastery! Being reassured by their quietude, I decided to I nuzzle ‘two fingers’ of Tequila before boredom with the verse overtook me. Later I fell asleep, and in the arms of Morpheus, I dreamt of all the in-fighting and rhetorical clap-trap being spewed out in Congress, with the Presidential Election upcoming! Enough BS to grow the finest grass on any elevated pasture. No matter how poor the soil! Sleeping the sleep of the innocent, I dreamed of returning home and obtaining revenge on my attacker.

Vultures
Llama
Andean Alps
Tequila
Swimming
Alpacas
Cistercian
Pacific
Volcano
Rapids

Posted by: Psyche Aug 16 20, 14:11

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Aug 16 20, 09:04 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 16 20, 15:16

OK NEVER MIND... I'M INVISIBLE Looks to me like things aren't over the bridge and down the river!

Posted by: Psyche Aug 16 20, 15:50

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Aug 16 20, 17:16 )

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 16 20, 18:36

swimming
Chilean Altiplano
congress
Walt Whitman
River Styx
apple blossoms
compilation
volumes
entrepreneur
scandalous

It would seem one of two things have taken place. One is that your ten words Daniel, were changed - I had written my chapter on the words I had received. They were not these words, which I see posted there now. copy of which you see. Perhaps you changed your first ten but I had read your chapter and answered, before you got the second lot up? I know the words I used to write, were what I had seen and followed, as I do not use MM to compose. I copy the words, then post them to WordPerfect and write my piece, then after all editing etc., copy and post using the Add Reply connection. I also keep a copy of my Chapter on my computer so I can keep to the thread without having to negotiate MMs complicated arrangement. A sign of age perhaps? I've had quite a few problems with MM. lately. Number one is the fact I cannot remain logged in. Logging in is no chore but annoying for all that. Why it has decided I must log in despite having the Remember Me control Ticked. Just my two penneth. But where do we go now? Suggest perhaps we start another Sapphire's story, or accept Sylvia's ten words and proceed accordingly. Fortunately we've had a wet day - much needed but still not enough rain, so I was on the computer when your Chapter came through and I worked on the words seen. I'm holding off for now. To quote an old Naval expression: Best leave it to the old Shell Backs who have the experience. Lol! Ciao for now. Denis.

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 17 20, 10:20

Rightly or wrongly I decided to continue on with Sylvia's list of words. Enjoyed the read Dear Lady and thought it was too good to let go without some form of reply. Obviously a mix up has occurred, but with a little time on my hands, as I wait for the sun to return, went ahead with this. Onwards and upwards, yet again. Denis.


Congress
vultures
tequila
swimming
cactus
bicycle
Egypt
Honolulu
emoticons
Juan Diego Florez

Having returned home from my visit to the Chilean Altiplano, where I had been freed from the constant squabbling and back biting rhetoric of Congress. I wondered what next I would do? Gazing out my frost covered window upon the snowy scene outside, I wondered upon life and how changes in the past decade, have altered our lives, in ways few could have imagined! Travel, by any means available, had allowed me to see Vultures in their native habitat: drink Tequila with acquaintances that stood in quiet harmony, marvelling at the South American plethora of scenery such as Cactus, Vultures and wildlife, laid out before them. Sights and scenes that were far removed from that of Honolulu or Egypt to name but two countries I have visited. As I did so I thought how good it would be to add Emoticons to my various diary entries. Appropriate inasmuch as they could and would bring a spontaneous reminder of a journey taken, and thoroughly enjoyed, despite the circumstances that had brought me to visit a land, about which I had known little.

Today, much of my travel depends on my bicycle which I use to visit the local town, or take a trip out into the local countryside for a period of relaxation. At times it takes me to the nearby swimming pool, where I enjoy the relief it brings me, from my daily stress. Invariably on returning home, I will sit awhile and listen to the celebrated opera singer, Juan Diego Florez, singing one of my favourite operatic Arias. One that transports me to wheresoever my imagination chooses to go.

That Winter is seen to have returned is a fitting end to an episode in my life, that was begun in a most bizarre manner, but brought me many unexpected pleasures. A lesson learned? Surely! One that allowed me to rise above ill fortune, and open doors unknown before. Thanks to advice given that insisted ‘resolve’ be applied, and executed too. Rhymer...

cactus
bicycle
Egypt
Honolulu
emoticons
Verdi
Albert Hall
Puerto Rico
Argentina
Buttercup

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 17 20, 17:27

Buttercup
Albert Hall
Verdi
Egypt
Argentina
bicycle
Honolulu
Puerto Rico
cactus
emoticons

Oh, to be able to travel this fall to London and after visiting Big Ben, the Tower of London, the Tower Bridge, the BUTTERCUP Bake Shop, Ltd., and then Buckingham Palace before we enjoy an evening at the Royal ALBERT HALL to experience the VERDI opera La Traviata. Then I'd hop a plane to EGYPT to see the Giza pyramids, the Sphinx, the Cathedral of the Nativity, the Suez Canal, the great Nile river and as many other sites as our guide may fit in, and then I'd be off to ARGENTINA to visit a friend you may know for a few days, perhaps riding a BICYCLE in the countryside and into town, and then I'd be off to HONOLULU for a few days on the beach and finally to PUERTO RICO for a visit with a family of local friends, who's invited us to come and stay for a couple of days, including enjoying a special Mexican meal of White CACTUS that they're locally famous for.

Of course, I will not be able to make such a wonderous trip, since first of all I cannot afford it, and most importantly, right now none of those places will allow any visitors from the United States! I don't know how to use many EMOTICONS on this program, but if I did, I'd have illustrated my story with them as I did in a recent poem "Emily" that I wrote about Emily Dickinson, including a PS telling how I derived my own pen-name: MLee Dickens'son: https://allpoetry.com/poem/15362703-Emily-by-Daniel-Ricketts

Verdi
Albert Hall
Puerto Rico
Argentina
buttercup
apple blossoms
compilation
volumes
entrepreneur
scandalous

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 18 20, 07:29

It was a time when Apple Blossoms were to be seen everywhere. An overwhelming display comparable to the Japanese Spring explosion of Cherry Blossoms. But sadly, it was doomed ere the night was done, for it had been decimated by a cold North wind that determined to show Mother Nature her disobedient son, would rebel and exert his will! Consequently, volumes of petals had fallen and cascaded down the city streets, and drifted into the gutters. Blossoms tinted deep red through pink to white, were now a mess of muddied dross, which contrasted with the bright Buttercup yellow that had defied the overnight elements. Seen in the morning sun in the grassy verges alongside, their glittering gold sheen, was a delightful recompense for our apple blossom loss. They would prove to be a glorious start to mark the beginning of a great year for me. Nature’s natural Compilation of fresh green grass and Buttercup yellow, augmented by the subtle shades of brassy Dandelions, surpassed anything man could envisage. It was a moment to be savoured, as I dawdled amidst the colourful blooms, and wondered on how cruel and destructive Nature can be when it suits her. Her gifts freely given today, can be obliterated overnight on an ill tempered whim? Or so it would seem!

As I mused on life in general, I wondered how Nature might affect residents in other parts of the world? Whether one lived in Argentina, Puerto Rico, Russia, China, or any other place on earth, Her actions could seem Scandalous without rationale, when weighed against all logical expectations and considerations. Her temperamental mood swings, were somewhat akin to a Verdi’s operatic composition first rehearsal, when heard by the untrained ear for the first time! Seemingly a dissimulated cacophony of incompetence, performed by mad musicians, vying for recognition, until one hears the Opera as Verdi had envisaged it! Such was the first impression I got when I attended a rehearsal concert at the Albert Hall, earlier. Today? This Opera is a favourite, that invigorates my lagging aspirations. Walking further into the park, I wondered why no Entrepreneur had seized the opportunity to vacuum up all the fallen blossoms? Perhaps to use as confetti, or to extract the scent of Spring that had wafted from them earlier? Such fleeting scents, sights and sounds play an important part in our lives. Often ones we recall and remember from time to time, until death comes calling. I wonder how many see, smell and hear the important things we’re offered for free - if but for a moment? Unfortunately, far too many of us, ignore or dismiss such pleasures as inconsequential as we struggle to tailor our days to our personal liking. Far too often we wake up too late, to smell the Apple Blossoms, or Roses. Rhymer.

compilation
volumes
entrepreneur
scandalous.
Albert Hall
Dross
Hobson’s Choice
Danse Macabre
Pirouette
Ensemble

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 19 20, 07:18

entrepreneur
compilation
volumes
dross
scandalous
Danse Macabre
pirouette
Hobson’s Choice
ensemble
Albert Hall

If I were any kind of an ENTREPRENEUR, Denis, I'd be encouraging you to make a COMPILATION of your VOLUMES of poetry and stories, helping you edit them to remove any DROSS and any potential SCANDALOUS material to prevent your being sued, of course... but alas I'm not such a businessman, and my eyes too are failing more and more as the days pass. Even now I'm viewing this page through a fog, in a kind of DANSE MACABRE, and i attempt frequently to PIROUETTE in order to catch a clearer view of what I'm trying to read.

So, you see (evidently less clearly than I do!), because of my physical circumstance I cannot even offer you a HOBSON'S CHOICE to help in creating such an ENSEMBLE. Together we'll never be able to create a production that will be performed in ALBERT HALL, to be sure! - Daniel

dross
Hobson’s Choice
Danse Macabre
pirouette
ensemble
devil-may-care
subterfuge
scarecrow
silhouette
sacrifice

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 19 20, 15:54

I am inspired by a suggestion given me by Daniel! Maybe inadvertently but in celebration I Pirouetted in a Devil-may-Care abandoned Danse Macabre. Scared the bejabers out of our three cats, who stopped for nothing as they sped off into the forested area around our property! Plainly, without Subterfuge, his thinking convinced him, I would make no Sacrifice to achieve my goal! Neither would I allow anyone to employ stubborn Scarecrow tactics to change my mind or intent. It was not a question of Hobson’s Choice, but a most rational and most fitting suggestion to think of compiling a miscellaneous Ensemble of my many literary achievements. Dross in some eyes perhaps, but nonetheless, my files are filled with all manner of writings, that were inspired by various situations encountered, over aeons of my having lived life to the full! From Spiritual topics to faint Silhouettes of people met in my extensive travels to foreign parts. Added are moments of meditation - my wife terms it “catching forty winks”, and a ploy to get out of assigned chores. Not so, but I refuse to argue that topic any more! With Daniel’s suggestion in mind I started out on my journey into the realms of stored literature, as composed by one named Rhymer. A flattering pseudonym for one they named Denis, some ninety years ago.

But hang on! Ere I get too involved in this project, if my memory serves me correctly - fast tiring from overload - I having already collated much of the material, would not need to tackle such an undertaking again!. So what gives? Am I becoming asininely seniler and forgetful these days? Should I start over? Bejabers, where was I? Oh yes, I remember: about to recall and collate the physical evidence of my mental ruminations that are safely stored - both on paper and on a computer, USB hard drive. In total Five large volumes of Autobiographical Essays - many more partially written - in the works - along with poems, that cover every conceivable topic you can mention. Written in a mixture of genres, they total more than five thousand in number, but nothing vaguely Scandalous! With that thoughtful reminder, I decided to stop madly pirouetting the Danse Macabre, and sit awhile to gather my thoughts, and put my life back in some semblance of order again. Mission Impossible! Now I must tell Daniel as to how his idea has already been effected many years earlier. One small book professionally published, and some seven more brought to fruition by Gutter Press. All are witness to my earlier intent. Now I, having gathered my thoughts, think perhaps I should do nothing more but offer ten words for the next Chapter, as once again, I return to the realms of reality, having hopes I’ve interspersed this humongous Mini Story with imaginative writing, in hopes readers will be amused. So here I go again. Rhymer

ensemble
devil-may-care
subterfuge
scarecrow
Hobson’s choice.
Professional
Gutter Press
Engagement
Frivolous
Science.

Posted by: Psyche Aug 21 20, 14:04

Hi Denis, very good and amusing story. You made me laugh a lot, just what I need with this lockdown.
Forgive me for not writing an answer yet, but I'm really tired doing all my own work at home. I'm going to have a "power nap" now, then we take our daily walk, so maybe I'll tackle this in the evening, but not promising. The 10 words are quite daunting!
Spring is finally arriving, with lovely sunny days. Hope you're well and busy. All the best, Sylvia

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 21 20, 14:50

Hi Sylvia, and thanks for the update. Been very busy though not the greatest of late, Heat is very enervating and I have been doing some construction work in the garden. With my eyesight restriction getting up step ladders is not the easiest. We're staying safe for the moment, but will soon have to go and do some shopping. Living in a rural area we don't get too many visitors nor see many crowds, but there's very little chance of getting help either. Summer is still very much in charge around here, and rain is needed most urgently. Not much sign of it lately. I really enjoy writing the Chapters in the Mini Story, and like tackling the ten words challenge every time. I'm actually writing a personal version of most ten words, even though it's not my turn to do so. Just seeing where it takes me? More to keep my brain from going gaga. Have to keep a close eye on Pauline who tends to do the craziest of things unless I do so. Not so easy at times. Been a tad under the weather myself - tummy bug of all things, which leaves me feeling very weak and tired.
Looking forward to your 'write' as and when you have the time and feel up to doing the necessary.
Take care, and enjoy your stroll in the snow. Fondest regards Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 21 20, 15:18

Ditto to what Sylvia said, Denis. Your word list was too much to me, so I wanted to give it a couple of days to sink in before I came back to give it an attempt.

engagement
scarecrow
devil-may-care
frivolous
ensemble
science
subterfuge
Gutter Press
professional
Hobson’s Choice

The ENGAGEMENT of my SCARECROW faculties to tackle your 10-word list, Denis, has seemed overwhelming to me for the past couple of days, but I’ve decided to tackle them anyhow with my DEVIL-MAY-CARE, FRIVOLOUS attitude, so I’ve placed the ENSEMBLE before me without expectation of using the tools of literary SCIENCE, and without any semblance of SUBTERFUGE, simply diving in.

I doubt that even the GUTTER PRESS nor any PROFESSIONAL editorial concern would even want to read, let alone publish my nonsense, but here it is, paltry as it may be. Sadly, it’s my meagre Hobson’s Choice.

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gutter press
engagement
frivolous
science
apocalyptic
firing range
log cabin
root cellar
range war

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 22 20, 07:17

I have often considered and wondered, in an amusing kind of way, how I, were I so inclined to be a Professional writer, would weave a story, based on Frivolous intent, rather than factual happenings? Shall we say a Story of a Firing Range fracas that escalates into a fierce Engagement. A bizarre fandango, between two rival gangs, or perhaps a confrontation such as might be seen in a Range War? A time that describes a gang of rustlers holed up in a Root Cellar, whilst the Sheriff’s Deputy and his crew of law abiding, gun toting agents - they’re known as The Good Guys, are making sure they don’t escape, by covering their escape from a Log Cabin. With bullets whistling around, it would require both knowledgeable literary skills, and some knowledge of trajectory in order to make the tale believable. Such matters as the type of rifle: its ‘bore’ along with that of revolvers etc., etc.! Lots of etcetera's which is the knowledge of a bygone life style - in itself a Science, few authors of today, would possess when such commonplace confrontations supposedly took place regularly. But only if one believes what one reads in the - often fudged - historical archives. So often hysterical rather than historical in many instances - as earlier recorded. The scene might well become Apocalyptic, but a well learned writer would have a wealth of language, and dialects, on which he could draw. Even to the extent he would know the right language and its implications, to describe such nerve tugging scenarios.

To be an author of such a fanciful tale beggars my imagination, and I regret mine does not stretch to such a degree. For I would seldom capture a reader’s imagination, to the extent that they would be transported from their comfortable armchair, Rum and Pepsi in the cup holder, for sustenance, as they allow their imagination to take part in the action! Nonetheless, the writing of such a lurid manuscript would be received with open arms, by the Gutter Press, paper back industry and customer. One that countless Country and Western fans would snap up once published. Thereby hangs a tale only waiting to be writ!

Regretfully the task is way out in left field as far as I’m concerned. My few talents lie elsewhere! Mainly in the garden where I can sit on one of my benches, - difficult to sit on two at the same time, therefore the limit - and ruminate on ‘what’ went before, and what lies ahead? A bleak prospect some days when Life seems bent on making my days more to be endured, rather than to be enjoyed - as it has been of late! Perhaps such a project is more to your liking Daniel? Or for that matter, you Sylvia? Why not write a novel on the Women Riders of Patagonia Plains - stick to the rounding up of rustlers and not as to “how” and the “bait” used by the more adventurous - Desperados or (Desperadees?)! Tell a tale as to how women lassoed and captured a husband when all other tactics failed! (Just joking - I think!) So Ghost Riders (Ghastly Writers) of MM, Go get ‘em! The world awaits your first, Best Selling Western Novel and all its gory details! I’m going back to write about what I know. Fantasy is not my ‘forte’ these days. Rhymer.

science
apocalyptic
firing range
log cabin
root cellar
forty
Fantasia
Andalusia
Charnel House
Flight Path

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 24 20, 10:20

Please excuse an Old Fellar coming in like this, but I was somewhat inspired yesterday - though not a good day as I was under the weather with dietary woes - too frequently of late - which I lay at the door of local suppliers, who seem bent on helping Covid-19 achieve a record number of deaths - we have as yet suffered none, but Cottagers and holiday makers - with their 'brats' have inundated our region noted for such folks coming every summer vacation period - who might well change the atmosphere and quickly. They break every rule and think we count for nothing! I'm firmly convinced the unscrupulous merchants see it as an ideal opportunity to divest themselves of hard-to-sell items. Despite my taking every precaution, both Pauline and I fell foul of their nefarious deeds! My failing eyesight is surely a handicap at such times. Enough complaining except to say in this past week I have 'lost' 18 lbs - which I can ill afford to lose. I now weigh less than I did at 15 years - 144lbs! A dietary break through a few might enjoy, but not me. Weak and undernourished, and age does not help!

Having made my spiel, I thought to sit and wonder what I could do, to keep me occupied? Had an idea I might interpose with a Chapter of the latest Mini Story, that used my own ten words, whilst awaiting either you Sylvia or you Daniel, to post your Chapter. Rightly or wrongly I then thought how I could use those very words, but by doing so, keep them in the order in which they are listed? A real brain teaser at first, but not as hard as I had at first thought! So here I am, taking a chance at upsetting the regular routine again by posting my endeavours. with the hope that either of you might follow on, using the self-same words of course. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as the saying goes, here's the result of my peregrinations. If it offends? Disregard it and carry on as normal. Ciao for now Denis. PS: Much improved this morning, but rather weak - physically - not mentally! Purely my own diagnostic opinion! Lol. Rhymer.

Chapter - in logical progression of Ten Words.

Science has it that global warming will - by the end of this century - have Apocalyptic consequences, unless mankind mends its way and stops the production of Carbon Dioxide - seen as the cause of the world’s troubles. Many different sources all add to the changing atmosphere. Even the target practice at the Firing Range, or the evening soiree in front of the Log Cabin fire, that backs on to the Root Cellar, can all add a little, but the greatest source is of course, the burning of so much fossil fuel. Some Forty years after WWII scientists began to advise governments of their growing concern regarding CO2 emissions and advised them to encourage ‘clean fuel’ transportation. Laughed at by many politicians - its their way of bluffing the population, into believing they know better and are very well educated in such matters, whereas in truth, they know nothing whatsoever, except they are very well of how to line their own pockets by kissing butt to influence others - voters - who want none of any legislation, that curtails their lifestyle. Living in a world that denies undeniable facts, if they do not please, they tend to congregate in a place we might well call Fantasia.
Their laugher grows even more hysterical when reiterated from Pole to Pole and from world such renowned places such as Andalusia and Australia - all of whom, contribute by their burning of Charnel House waste from a host of slaughter houses. This too, is another source of concern. But by far one of the greatest contributors is that of Aircraft. Thousands diligently follow their Flight Path on a daily basis, and the CO2 levels from said routes, spread all around the world, as evidenced by samples taken at either Pole. Ice sheets melting and glaciers disappearing slowly raise the ocean levels, putting millions in peril. Rhymer

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apocalyptic
firing range
log cabin
root cellar
forty
Fantasia
Andalusia
Charnel House
Flight Path.

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 29 20, 13:46

flight path
fantasia
Andalusia
firing range
forty
log cabin
root cellar
charnel house
apocalyptic
science

At the end of the FLIGHT PATH of my FANTASIA into old ANDALUSIA, where I’d last gone for a haircut in Seville, my brain landed at a FIRING RANGE with FORTY sites spread out along a large berm where soldiers practiced their sharpshooting. Down from the berm was a LOG CABIN with a huge ROOT CELLAR that had been turned into a CHARNEL HOUSE in a kind of APOCALYPTIC irony. Where is the SCIENCE in this dream?

forty
fantasia
Andalusia
charnel house
fight path
paratroopers
helicopter
Portugal
Gibraltar
Linguiça

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 29 20, 17:55

Forty
Fantasia
Andalusia
Charnel House
Flight Path
Paratroopers
Helicopter
Portugal
Gibraltar
Linguica

As I left the delicatessen called Fantasia - due to its elaborate decorative display of Disney wall paintings - one of its male employees - around Forty years of age - came dashing out with my purchase of Linguica in his hands. This I had inadvertently left sitting on the counter as I left the store. Hang about Boss, said he, I happened to see you had forgotten your little taste of Portugal. Well thank you said I. I would have remembered it later, and returned, but you’ve saved me the trouble. From you accent I think you were from Gibraltar? If I’m right, how come you come to know about this ‘special’ pork sausage made in Portugal, in their traditional manner?

No Boss, he replied, I originally came from Andalusia, after attending school in Seville. Needing to earn some money I first worked in the local Charnel House, before I did a stint in the Paratroopers Regiment. A three year stint, I thoroughly enjoyed. Why it even gave me a chance to jump from a Helicopter on numerous occasions. On leaving the regiment, still single, I got the urge to travel. Luckily I was hired by a Rancher to fly out on a commercial cargo plane. My assignment was to accompany a pair of prize heifers that were going to his ranch. Never realised until later, how fortunate for me that the Flight Path the plane took, was where I would eventually settle down.

But firstly, with paid employment being scarce, I was only too pleased to find work at any menial task offered. Turned out that another Charnel House job was just a convenient stepping stone to greater things. It was quite the ‘come down’ after all the places I’d visited: sights I’d seen and the people I’d met, from my dashing all over the world. It needed some rethinking on my part but my charnel house days were soon enaded when I seized the chance to put some of my worldly knowledge to good use, and started working here, where they make good use of my worldly experience. Rhymer.


Charnel House
Flight Path
Paratroopers
Helicopter
Portugal
Disney
Delicatessen
Heifer
Ranch
Experience

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 29 20, 19:11

helicopter
paratroopers
flight path
Disney
experience
ranch
Portugal
charnel house
heifer
delicatessen


My first experience in a HELICOPTER was during an annual training exercise at Ft. Bragg, N. Carolina, where I was assigned to the chaplain of the 82nd Airborne Division (the PARATROOPERS), and we went on a test flight for a pilot. It was not till we were airborne that we learned that he was to fly “blind” only being able to see his instrument panel to stay on his FLIGHT PATH… and that is was his first time doing so! It was no DISNEY EXPERIENCE for me for sure.

On our time off that summer a few of us visited a nearby RANCH run by a man from PORTUGAL, who’d been in the 82nd, who said he’d also worked at a CHARNEL HOUSE. We had a meal he’d made from a freshly-slaughtered HEIFER that had not been able to calf, the most of which was sold to a local DELICATESSEN.

Disney
delicatessen
heifer
ranch
experience
intake
home improvement
greeting card
guitar
accordion

Posted by: Rhymer Aug 30 20, 09:11

After we had landed safely, and our precious cargo of the Heifer Yearlings had been unloaded and taken to the Ranch, and I had been paid. A princely sum for the simple Chaperon task I had been given - I thought I’d explore the nearby Orlando Disney grounds before I sought worthy work. Which, as you know, I found later at the Delicatessen. So there I was on a bright sunny day threading my way through the throng of holiday makers after I had written a Greeting Card to my folks back in Seville, telling them of my Experience. I also made it clear to them, they’d have to wait before I could give them an address to which they could reply, as I was uncertain as to where I would finally settle down. I know they would be eager to regale me with details of their latest Home Improvement scheme - begun the day after I flew out on the cargo plane.

As I made my way through the throng of holiday makers, I could hear the playing of Guitar and Accordion coming from a group of Players, performing to an eclectic group of older folks, sitting around a small bandstand where, for a brief interlude, travelling musicians gathered to perform and delight those seated, whilst they showed off their talent and entertain those in need of a resting sit down. Some visitors had come prepared with their own picnic supplies, which they devoured as they sat and listened. A somewhat enjoyable and relaxing time for the foot sore and weary who, with an occasional burst of applause, expressed their enjoyment of the musical Intake of whatever style was proffered. Evidence that their endeavours were greatly appreciated. Rhymer.

Intake
Greeting Card
Experience
Guitar
Heifer
Foot sore
Endeavours
Pirates
Step Ladder
Morose

Posted by: JustDaniel Aug 31 20, 06:37

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heifer
experience
greeting card
step ladder
pirates
morose
endeavors


FOOT SORE and fancy free after a late-night INTAKE of a roving GUITAR performance throughout the Old Town, I had to lie down like a birthing HEIFER to catch up with myself. What an EXPERIENCE that was weaving in and out of all the tourists to follow the musicians! Stopped at one of the shops to get a GREETING CARD to commemorate our time, and the shop owner had to climb up on a STEP LADDER to find some for me to purchase. I chose one that pictured men dressed as PIRATES sitting down to enjoy some of the local cuisine, even though they looked a little MOROSE. I’m guessing that they also were as tired as I was from their evening’s ENDEAVORS.

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pirates
step ladder
morose
population
circuitous
antelope
mountaintop
articulate

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 1 20, 09:10

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endeavors
pirates
step ladder
morose
population
circuitous
antelope
mountaintop
articulate

As I rested on a convenient bench, I reflected on what had taken place over the last few days. From my personal experiences I compared my new location with that of other lands. For instance, it seems that Orlando’s Population almost doubles daily, as visitors to the Disney World attraction flock in from all over. Some come by various Circuitous routes to stay at the hotel within its grounds. There for a week or more, they'll enjoy the many eclectic facilities brought together by the inspirations of Disney planners. Visitors touring the grounds on foot or transport provided, allow their imaginations to run free; which transports them to a place far removed from their daily, mundane lives. Others - often Morose and mundane get excited on seeing free roaming animals such as Antelope and deer, traversing the man made Mountaintop, whilst others, are entertained by the actions of Pirates climbing the rigging of an Olde Tyme, three masted, ship, sailing through the large inland lagoon. A taste of adventure that can be enjoyed by the more adventurous. Along the central way, budding acrobats, perform hair raising stunts on a tight rope strung over a ravine, whilst a lesser skilled performer, performs handstands and other stunts on a Step Ladder - their ‘personal prop’ - to entertain a gathered crowd of spectators who applaud and encourage their every move.

By the end of the day, many spectators, satiated by the extraordinary Endeavours and scenarios they have witnessed, leave for home as resident hotel guests, exhausted, being Foot Sore and weary, retire to the open lounge to imbibe and enjoy a glass of energy ‘Reviver’, before partaking of their evening meal and heading to their room for much needed rest and relaxation. Doubtless some retire to bed and sleep, where they dream of the spectacular Fantasia they had seen and enjoyed, but never knew existed, whilst others, though weary, lay plans for the morrow. Rhymer.

Eclectic
Lagoon
Cutlass
Ley
Lounge
endeavours
morose
population
articulate
circuitous

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 4 20, 02:46

Super story, Denis!

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lagoon
morose
cutlass
population
lounge
lei
articulate
endeavors
eclectic

I’ve just had the experience of reading some poems on AllPoetry.com that unfortunately spend their words CIRUITOUSly delving into the LAGOON of the MOROSE, as though they must wield a CUTLASS to decapitate or gut the POPULATION!

Would that they rather spend some time to LOUNGE in some luxurious LEI and ARTICULATE on their ENDEAVORS interacting with the birds and butterflies that flit about them, providing some more ECLECTIC subject matter. We’d all be better off, don’t you think – with blood still coursing through our veins!

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steps OR steppes

Posted by: Psyche Sep 7 20, 15:57

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Sep 4 20, 04:46 )

Super story, Denis!

circuitous
lagoon
morose
cutlass
population
lounge
lei
articulate
endeavors
eclectic

I’ve just had the experience of reading some poems on AllPoetry.com that unfortunately spend their words CIRUITOUSly delving into the LAGOON of the MOROSE, as though they must wield a CUTLASS to decapitate or gut the POPULATION!

Would that they rather spend some time to LOUNGE in some luxurious LEI and ARTICULATE on their ENDEAVORS interacting with the birds and butterflies that flit about them, providing some more ECLECTIC subject matter. We’d all be better off, don’t you think – with blood still coursing through our veins!

eclectic
lagoon
cutlass
lei
lounge
electric
symbolism
territorial
valley
steps OR steppes

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 7 20, 23:49

Tierra del Fuego
roller skates
electric
cutlass
gossamer
hiccups
lounge
radicalism
step
valley

One cannot reach TIERRA DEL FUEGO from Sylvia's place using ROLLER SKATES nor on an ELECTRIC CUTLASS suspended on GOSSAMER cords from the wings of a faerie with HICCUPS. So you'll have to stay on the mainland and LOUNGE around with Sylvia, listening to her discuss some of her neighbors' RADICALISM, unless you decide to STEP away to take a walk in the VALLEY. (How's THAT for Corny!)

roller skates
hiccups
Tierra del Fuego
gossamer
radicalism
symbiosis
unseen
islands
correspondence
editorial

Posted by: Psyche Sep 8 20, 17:42

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Sep 8 20, 01:49 )

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 9 20, 06:47

Symbiosis*
unseen*
islands
correspondence*
editorial*
Helsinki*
heatwaveblandishing*
Peacock Throne*
Grey's Anatomy*

According to Grey’s Anatomy, a most informative and interesting tome I once knew well, the human race is ‘supposedly’ equipped with a brain that would stand us in good stead throughout life. However despite what Symbiosis avers - even promises - glitches do occur, which leaves many with somewhat faulty results in this department. However, they, knowing not of their shortfall, are often witnessed Blandishing favours to their followers, in order to enhance their supposed superiority - much like a crowing crow atop a Peacock’s Throne - as is witnessed of many a Politician - who tries to convince all who’d listen, to award them more power and accolades! Even as they twist the truth, spreading propaganda, with wads of Correspondence - such as a favourable Editorial, as proof positive they alone are the saviour humanity requires. Meanwhile, Unseen, their besotted minions labour at vain attempts to control their vainglorious puppeteer potentate from spewing forth further garbled rhetoric! Few inhabitants of both mainland and Islands: from Washington to Helsinki, and all lands in between and around the globe, fall for the claptrap spiel these moronic individuals spew forth. Until one bright day, the truth is revealed and Eureka! Their reign is ended by a cleansing revolution! The result? Much as would a Heat wave in Antarctica effect a startling change, so they too vanish, leaving behind, a morass of unrest and dissension, that requires another ‘strongman’ suffering from faulty Symbiosis, to come to the rescue! Not so much ‘corny’ as it is ‘Fact as I see it! Rhymer.

Symbiosis
unseen
islands
correspondence
editorial
Eulogy
Celebration
Instruction Manual
Dialogue
Rhubarb

Posted by: Psyche Sep 9 20, 13:45

Great story, Denis, glad to see you active again. I'll do the word challenges first, then see whether I still have time for the mini story.
All the best, enjoyed reading you, Sylvia

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 10 20, 00:28

Great stories, both of you! I'm burnt out from writing poetry all day... and conducting a Workshop/Contest (Sylvia!) on writing Monotetra (regarding Stress). I'm SHOT.

I'll try not to fall asleep doing the word challenges, but I'm not sharp enough at this point for this challenge just yet! Catch response to yours later, Denis! Blessings.

Posted by: Psyche Sep 10 20, 16:12

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Sep 10 20, 02:28 )

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 10 20, 17:40

QUOTE (Psyche @ Sep 10 20, 17:12 )

QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Sep 10 20, 02:28 )

Great stories, both of you! I'm burnt out from writing poetry all day... and conducting a Workshop/Contest (Sylvia!) on writing Monotetra (regarding Stress). I'm SHOT.

I'll try not to fall asleep doing the word challenges, but I'm not sharp enough at this point for this challenge just yet! Catch response to yours later, Denis! Blessings.

Good to hear from you, Daniel. I'm also pretty tired out, so I may do some word challenges, then I'm off to supper with my daughter.
Bless you both, Sylvia

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 10 20, 17:54

Noted your comment regarding Monotetra on stress Daniel. Thought I'd give it a 'go' myself as I was feeling too lazy to do more outside garden work. A little bit of 'burn out' perhaps as I've been doing a lot both inside and outside of late, and my age is beginning to tell me to slow down - as is Pauline and my family! Hard to follow such advice after man years of healthy living. Here's my effort - although not perfect. No criticism please!.

Oh me, Oh My, I must confess,
I suffer from excessive stress
that has me high strung with duress!
Being naught but a mental mess,
how do I ease unwanted stress
in a manner - that is painless?
Truthfully I hereby confess,
as one, when under great distress,
I seek a Folklore cure, that's less
expensive, but taken to excess,
would it leave me in a worse mess!
If excess stress took a recess,
would peace of mind, return to bless
my day? Would it perhaps, suppress
the pangs of my extreme duress?
How do I ease excessive stress,
so normalcy can rule? Much less
of this cursed mental distress
would be a blessing! I confess,
for any small sign of success
I would be happy to express
my thanks. For such I’d say - God Bless.

Rhymer. September 10th, 2020.

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 12 20, 00:53

Great to see your fine writing again, Denis... and for entering into the spirit of the contest I'd co-hosted on AllPoetry.com. As per your wishes I'll not critique.

Here is the link to the contest to illustrate the form "Monotetra."

https://allpoetry.com/contest/2759933-Monotetra-Workshop-II--on-ANXIETY---STRESS

Especially note at the beginning the link to Shadow Poetry's description of the form. deLightingly, Daniel

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 12 20, 15:11

Hi Good Folks, Sylvia and Daniel.
Frustration overtakes me yet again! Went to post my comment in reply to yours Daniel, and every darned word vanished into cyberspace! No way could I get it back Frustrated is putting it mildly. What’s more, this took place after a week of diabolical frustration from being thwarted in my attempt to seek and remedy the glitch that his my Writing computer over a week ago. With four computers frequently running - each is designated a specific task - I have been switching plugs “in” and “ you name it” for hours, trying to find the cause of my crash, I finally succeeded in doing so, late yesterday. A faulty USB Hub! Now residing in the waste bin awaiting a fate...? Who cares? Lol!
Earlier I had written a Mono-Poem before I thought to try it in the more difficult format of a Monotetra. In sequence and then I clicked on the wrong poem: copied and posted without taking too much notice of which poem I’d posted! Can’t remember what, but doubtless something broke my concentration and posted same without double checking! Only when you drew my intention to the true (known) details of a Monotetra, did I realise what had happened! So now, I am going to post what I had first intended.
Age does have some (many) drawbacks -it seems more every day become more obvious, but I try to persevere, but unexpected results often happen. That’s life for me these days. So explanation over, herewith is what I had intended to post. My apologies for my stupidity. PS: please ease off on critiquing. It's experimenting and not for the Contest. Denis.

A True Monotetra - Stress.

Oh me, Oh My, I must confess,
suffering from great stress excess
I am a Poet in duress!
A mental mess: a mental mess.

How do I ease my cursed stress
in a manner that is harmless?
Truthfully I herewith confess,
I’m in distress, I’m in distress.

I’ve tried Folklore cures that are less
telling, but taken to excess,
they leave me in a greater mess.
Increasing stress, Increasing stress.

Should peace of mind return to bless
my day, would it perhaps, suppress
or redress my extreme duress,
and ease my stress; and ease my stress.

I’ve lost the joys of happiness,
and weep from cursed stress excess,
so need a healing cure I guess.
A cure express. A cure express.

Should you cure my mental distress,
t‘would be a blessing, I confess,
and I’d be happy to express
my thanks. God Bless. My thanks. God Bless.

Rhymer. September 11th, 2020.

PPS: Incidentally I first tried this format back in 2017.

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 13 20, 07:39

So sorry to hear of the loss of your piece, Denis! I know how deeply frustrating it can be for sure. It's happened to me quite a number of times, and it makes you feel completely helpless. Sorry also to hear about the struggles with your computers... but glad you figured out finally that it was an issue with the USB hub... a much less expensive problem to solve.

Glad to read your monotetra, complete with the repeating final lines. Did you know that you do NOT have to have the same rhyme throughout the whole poem? Only necessary to maintain the same rhyme within each quatrain. Wow, not bad for having your first one only in 2017. Early on after Lori (Kanter) invented the form, she acknowledged that iambic trimeter works best for writing the little beasts, BUT of course, she made absolutely NO metrical requirement for writing the form.

deLighting in your sharing, and looking forward to your next mini-story (and perhaps some letter-game entries too, Daniel

Posted by: Psyche Sep 13 20, 17:18

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Sep 9 20, 08:47 )

Posted by: Psyche Sep 13 20, 17:37

[quote name='Psyche' post='154702' date='Sep 13 20, 19:18 '][quote name='Rhymer' post='154666' date='Sep 9 20, 08:47 ']

Symbiosis*
unseen*
islands
correspondence*
editorial*
Helsinki*
heatwaveblandishing*
Peacock Throne*
Grey's Anatomy*

According to Grey’s Anatomy, a most informative and interesting tome I once knew well, the human race is ‘supposedly’ equipped with a brain that would stand us in good stead throughout life. However despite what Symbiosis avers - even promises - glitches do occur, which leaves many with somewhat faulty results in this department. However, they, knowing not of their shortfall, are often witnessed Blandishing favours to their followers, in order to enhance their supposed superiority - much like a crowing crow atop a Peacock’s Throne - as is witnessed of many a Politician - who tries to convince all who’d listen, to award them more power and accolades! Even as they twist the truth, spreading propaganda, with wads of Correspondence - such as a favourable Editorial, as proof positive they alone are the saviour humanity requires. Meanwhile, Unseen, their besotted minions labour at vain attempts to control their vainglorious puppeteer potentate from spewing forth further garbled rhetoric! Few inhabitants of both mainland and Islands: from Washington to Helsinki, and all lands in between and around the globe, fall for the claptrap spiel these moronic individuals spew forth. Until one bright day, the truth is revealed and Eureka! Their reign is ended by a cleansing revolution! The result? Much as would a Heat wave in Antarctica effect a startling change, so they too vanish, leaving behind, a morass of unrest and dissension, that requires another ‘strongman’ suffering from faulty Symbiosis, to come to the rescue! Not so much ‘corny’ as it is ‘Fact as I see it! Rhymer.

Symbiosis
unseen
islands
correspondence
editorial
Eulogy
Celebration
Instruction Manual
Dialogue
Rhubarb


During a dialogue with a chef on how to make the perfect rhubarb ommelette, he finally became impatient and threw the Instruction Manual at me. Having worked together many months, despite his anger with me, an unseen and unsuspected symbiosis had formed between us, much to my embarrasment.
We set up a correspondence that lasted several months. There remain, to this day, some islands in my memory as to the exact nature of our relationship. Nonetheless, I do remember that he turned out to be a fine writer as well as a poet, having to his credit a haunting eulogy to a fellow chef who'd died of food poisoning (¿?!!), as well as a poem in celebration of our birthdays.
About a month later, this chef's numerous creative abilities came to the notice of a our local newspaper's staff. The following Sunday, the rag's editorial was about my friend's entire life.

dialogue
islands
celebration
unseen
Instruction Manual
acronym
Salamanca (Spain)
computer
abdomen

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 13 20, 18:01

Thanks for quoting Denis, Sylvia. Somehow I missed it!

eulogy
celebration
unseen
islands
correspondence
symbiosis
dialogue
editorial
rhubarb
instruction manual

Of course I cannot write my own EULOGY, but a couple of weeks ago I wrote for her (on Eileen's birthday) an elegy, which was a limerick written for a contest to shorten a previous poem (included in the footnote of the limerick): https://allpoetry.com/poem/15400763-Elegy-for-Eileen-by-Daniel-Ricketts, a kind of CELEBRATION of my own coming death to those UNSEEN ISLANDS in the sky, including a bit of CORRESPONDENCE that her Mom and I, resuming our previous SYMBIOSIS and pleasant DIALOGUE, would be waiting for her there. In this life, her Mom and I never had a single RHUBARB, and she could well have produced an editorial in "In-Laws Magazine" offering an INSTRUCTION MANUAL for being a mother-in-law.


eulogy
celebration
instruction manual
dialogue
rhubarb
asparagus
window blinds
rope swing
flat tire
Chesapeake

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 13 20, 18:10

Eulogy(I added this to make 10 words. Rhymer.)
dialogue
islands
celebration
unseen
Instruction Manual
acronym
Salamanca (Spain)
computer
abdomen

In the Preface to a Eulogy on my friend's life, the Editor had somehow managed to get a recording of our Dialogue regarding the Celebration we enjoyed in Salamanca (Spain). Having taken a trip through various Islands, which remain Unseen to many travellers - far too off-beat and remote for your average tripper - Of course we, as usual had suffered pains in our Abdomen -- thanks to the change in diet we had encountered - in many countries of the Caribbean it’s known as Montezuma’s revenge, and most travellers experience it at some stage in their journeys abroad. We had also discussed the Instruction Manual which he had discovered - actually an Acronym for a Traveller’s Guide, someone had printed out, after downloading same from a Computer. It turned out to be a most fitting Eulogy, that perfectly summed up my chef friend’s life, inasmuch as the opening paragraph stated - Handle with Care, for he was a firebrand who ignited at any perceived insult or slight on his abilities. Rhymer.

unseen
Instruction Manual
acronym
Salamanca (Spain)
computer
Firebrand
Montezuma
Mexico
Chilli
Slight

Seems like we both got inspired to add our Chapter. Will leave mine in situ but will take a look at Daniel's and maybe take it from there later. I've been browsing around on the computer instead of working in the rain! Denis.

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 13 20, 18:55

Using Daniel's Ten Words - my Chapter.

eulogy
celebration
instruction manual
dialogue
rhubarb
asparagus
window blinds
rope swing
flat tire
Chesapeake

The Window blinds were drawn back, and from my place in the dining room I could see the Rope Swing hanging limply in the children’s play area - next to my parked car - half way between the Asparagus Bed and the Rhubarb patch. Saw too it had a flat tyre which meant I’d to refer to the Instruction Manual yet again - I’m no mechanic and such things bamboozle me! Most annoying because I was slated to later deliver a Eulogy in Celebration of my Late friend who had died in Chesapeake last week, just hors afte we had continued on with out Dialogue regarding the coming US Election. Like me, he thought it was a spectacle, better missed! Rhymer.

rhubarb
asparagus
window blinds
rope swing
flat tire
Bamboozle
Mechanic
Spectacle
Election
Bed

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 14 20, 15:59

bamboozle
spectacle
bed
window blinds
rope swing
mechanic
flat tire
election
asparagus
rhubarb

I'm BAMBOOZLED by the racket of some SPECTACLE going on outside of my room, so I scamper – as well as an old cripple can scamper – from my BED and lift the WINDOW BLINDS to peer outside. There parked next to the ROPE SWING is our MECHANIC's truck, and he's there fixing the FLAT TIRE on my van. I forgot that I'd called him last night after our ELECTION-workers meeting, where I noticed that my left front tire was getting very low. Fortunately we were only two blocks from home, so I got here before it could go flat, which it did an hour later! Since I was now up, I went outside, paid the mechanic for his trouble, gave him a bundle of fresh ASPARAGUS and a healthy slice of strawberry RHUBARB pie with ice cream. He was grateful for both.

bamboozle
mechanic
spectacle
election
bed
rabbit
trophy
bread basket
suspenders
pogo stick

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 15 20, 07:45

Bamboozle
mechanic
spectacle
election
bed
rabbit
trophy
bread basket
suspenders
pogo stick


I’d had a busy day which finally ended when I retired to my bed. Having removed my Suspenders - a ‘left over’ - from my earlier days when I enjoyed showing off my expertise with a Pogo Stick. A time from the days when I was much younger. It was kept as a keepsake souvenir reminder of a time when I’d make a Spectacle of myself, in hopes I could hoodwink those watching, into thinking I was an expert. I still have knee scars that remind me, I was simply an expert in idiocy! It all came to an end when, after a bad fall, I decided enough was enough, having won a Trophy, which today, stands alongside an old fashioned Bread Basket full of knick knacks, on the sideboard which serves as a reminder of those carefree days, when my life was more leisurely. Earlier, I’d spent time discussing, the upcoming Election with my wife, and wondering what effect the Corona Virus pandemic might play on the outcome? It was not a topic discussed with the Mechanic who repaired my flat tyre, for he obviously, had no time for the biting political claptrap. we suffer daily on the radio and TV. He was far too busy fixing problems with car, and earning his living.. On taking a last look outside, I thought how appropriate it was to spy a Rabbit carefully emerging from under the Rhubarb: checking to see all was clear before committing to a firm decision. A trait politicians might emulate. Not like those so-called ‘experts’ who with blather and bluster, would have us believe they are the ‘knowing’ ones, hoping to Bamboozle, all daft enough to listen. Me? I’ll decide later. Rhymer.

spectacle
election
bed
rabbit
trophy
cliffs
drainpipe
cobble stones
grease gun
gargoyle

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 18 20, 07:11

election
rabbit
spectacle
bed
trophy
drainpipe
cliff
cobble stones
grease gun
gargoyle

Not sure what will happen in our ELECTION in November, but whatever happens we may be seeing the RABBIT leading us down another hole. Both candidates are making a SPECTACLE of themselves, but once the results are put to BED we'll know who's won the TROPHY. Then we'll see which DRAINPIPE we'll be going down or on which CLIFF we may be dangling over the edge of or which COBBLE STONES we'll be dragged over in whatever cart we have with wheels that need a GREASE GUN applied, or what new GARGOYLE will be added to the White House's eves.

cliff
drainpipe
cobble stones
grease gun
gargoyle
taxidermist
spendthrift
worrisome
bus load
snafu

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 18 20, 10:05

cliff
drainpipe
cobble stones
grease gun
gargoyle
taxidermist
spendthrift
worrisome
bus load
snafu

Of late it seems my life has been most Worrisome with one Snafu after another happening! Nevertheless I’ve persevered - albeit cautiously when using my computers. At one time everything was such, that I had thought how the developers of same, had failed for they should have installed a Grease Gun connection, to allow users to speed up operations! My frustration was such that I thought for a moment - as I looked out my window - my Gargoyle had a diabolical smirk over his face! Today, he sits smugly over the entrance to my electrical charging station (a shed purposely designed for the purpose of recharging all my battery powered devices - mower, chain saw, trimmer, drill, paint sprayer etc., etc..) He’s really a throwback to my first landscaping design when he lorded it over the multiple flower beds I had planted. A time when on several occasions, we had a Bus Load of visitors come to tour the two acre garden I had carved out of the ‘natural bush’ location in which our small bungalow had been built. Had to end all visiting when it became Worrisome. This happened because my insurance company insisted I take out liability insurance. No way Jose! The cost was prohibitive! I’m not a cheapskate, but I’m no Spendthrift either. A Taxidermist friend of mine told me to tell the insurance company broker to Get Stuffed! So ended what was a pleasantly enjoyed interlude in the days of a nearby seniors home, who, as a consdequence, were denied the chance to see Nature’s colourful display, that I had brought abut with my many (51) flower beds. Also included in my landscaped garden is a small miniature gorge. Complete with a substitute Cliff, over which - from an installed flexible Drainpipe ‘return’, water cascades down to Cobble Stones below, that gives off a calming. soporific sound for those in need of a period of quietude, who rest on the bench nearby. A favourite place of my wife and I, where we sit and consider - what next? Within the newly erected shelter, we can and often do, contemplate on the world and the manner in which it is seemingly headed? What with the US wild fires that pale in comparison with those in Siberia, it appears global warming is on a world-wide rampage and completely out of control. Furthermore it is fuelled by the seemingly inexhaustible supply of hot air spouted by the know-it-all politicians and their toadies! Rhymer.

gargoyle
taxidermist
spendthrift
worrisome
bus load
Lumber
Wainwright
Union
Carter
Pannier

Posted by: JustDaniel Sep 21 20, 05:42

wainwright
gargoyle
worrisome
union
lumber
Carter
pannier
spendthrift
taxidermist
bus load

Since I never lived in the era of wagon builders, I've never met a WAINWRIGHT I didn't like (or dislike), and I've never had the occasion to meet a GARGOYLE either, for that matter. None of them ever seemed to feel welcome hanging around in my eaves. I guess they're a WORRISOME bunch? or perhaps their UNION wouldn't allow them to work for me. It was never clear to me. They'll just have to LUMBER along without me, I guess.

Back when CARTER was our president I rode my bike a lot, so I purchased an expensive PANNIER to carry some of the things I purchased along the way (though I was never a SPENDTHRIFT). One day I was delivering a little squirrel for a friend of mine to our local TAXIDERMIST when a BUSLOAD of senior citizens suddenly filled up his shop to look at a newly stuffed elk and bear... and to think that now I'm one of that curious bunch of people!

lumber
wainwright
union
carter
pannier
metallurgy
frock
penance
hassock
stumble

Posted by: Rhymer Sep 21 20, 09:07

lumber
wainwright
union
carter
pannier
metallurgy
frock
penance
hassock
stumble

Mr. Carter was, as befitted his name, the farm Carter where I lived. He had constructed a Pannier, that hung on the back of the Lumber seat of the wagon. In this he kept his flask of tea; his lunch, his tobacco and pipe. He was a man of many talents, inasmuch as he was also a capable Wainwright with a skill in Metallurgy. This was back in the days when Titled men wore a Frock coat when cold Fall winds blew in from the North. As this was a time long before Unions entered the working man’s life, any man could work at whatever came his way, with no fear of his workmates going out on strike.
As a young lad I attended Sunday morning Services where my Grandfather was the Church Warden, Sexton, and Bell ringer. Being a man of sincere faith he seldom missed a Service. His Sunday Church duties entailed the handing out of Prayer and Hymn books and Hassock to whomsoever needed one. Many parishioners could neither read nor write but knew from their many attendances, most of Service routine, and attending a church service was their way of paying Penance for any imagined sins they had committed. My Grandfather was a man of the highest integrity, and was well known by all villagers, and sought after, should they Stumble and need someone to help or guide them in moral ways.. Even those who were of High Estate, who were were easily recognised, by their wearing of the fashionable Frock coat - which I as a lad, can well recall seeing. Rhymer.

metallurgy
frock
penance
hassock
stumble
footbridge
toll
fox
thresher
chaff.

Posted by: Psyche Sep 26 20, 20:28

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Sep 21 20, 11:07 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 1 20, 05:19

metallurgy
thresher
chaff
penance
frock
fox
footbridge
toll
stumble
hassock

Since I know nothing of METALLURGY I could never fashion the pieces necessary to repair a THRESHER, so our whole hay field becomes CHAFF and I must do PENANCE for my neglecting to put on my field-laborer's FROCK to tend it. Only the FOX appreciates it, as we've given it room to hide from its potential prey in our back field.

Since my son filled in our unfortunate little fish pond, we no longer need a FOOTBRIDGE to go over it, nor will I have to pay a TOLL to the troll to cross, nor fear I'll STUMBLE into the pond. I think I'll just sit down and put my feet up on the HASSOCK and rest, relieved that I'm safe inside.

footbridge
toll
fox
thresher
chaff
retriever
salad
washing machine
dishwasher
field hand

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 1 20, 09:24

footbridge
toll
fox
thresher
chaff
retriever
salad
washing machine
dishwasher
field hand

In front of the large farmhouse in which my grandparents lived, a small stream known as the Chesil Brook ran on its way to join the larger Frome river that led eventually to the sea. It was fordable being only inches deep most of the time, but could be a raging torrent in Spring or when thunderstorms passed through. It was crossed by means of a small wooden Footbridge. From this structure I, as a young lad, would get pails of water for Grandma’s weekly washing chore, Known by all as a “copper”, under which a fire heated the water therein. Dirty clothes etc., were put into it to be ‘paddled’ clean. Not your modern automatic electrically driven Washing Machine, but nothing more than a tub with a paddle contraption that required hard labour to ‘churn’ the contents clean! As Granddad was a Field Hand - very adept at whatever job he undertook, times were he, after working on the Thresher, would return home covered in Chaff and dust. However as bathing facilities were very basic, on such occasions, he would strip down to his underpants, and remove the day’s toil under the hand pump in an alcove off the large ‘scullery’ area. This area was used by all the family when needed. On some hot summer evenings he, as would all his nine children, would then go to the stream and plunge into the deep section which he had dug in the stream bed, to cool off! Much depended upon the weather conditions, but he being strong and hardy, would seldom hesitate to plunge into the river’s cooling waters. All soap had to be removed first, as the river was the sole source of water for cattle downstream.

Located on either side of his farmhouse property were lanes - known as 'droves' - little more than cart tracks - dirt roads as we know them - down which cattle were driven to a new pasture or market - hence the word 'drove' that led to distant isolated farms situated in the hills to the West. The lanes were originally ‘Toll’ accessed. inasmuch as the farmers to which these lanes led, paid a yearly sum of a Shilling or two to the local Council. This allowed all, such as the Thresher, to use. The upkeep of said lanes, was dependent more upon their use, than the Council who owned the “Right of Way” or farmers who owned the lands on either side. As one who enjoyed my rural life, I would take my faithful companion Bruce - no Retriever but as smart a dog as any you could wish for - on a trip by way of the 'drove' close by, to see if I could maybe see the Fox and her cubs playing outside their den located in a small copsed area nearby. this was generally after I had eaten my evening mea. Summer time it was often a Salad meal of home grown lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and home made cheese on well buttered bread. Butter I often churned, and fresh bread Mother baked! With no Dish Washer, my expected duties included washing up dishes with my sister, before we could go out for an hour of before bedtime fun. Ah what memories of those halcyon times, such events bring back to me! Times I’d love to experience once again! Even more so were they with the folks who are long gone. Rhymer.

retriever
salad
washing machine
dishwasher
field hand
Copper
Stream
Lanes
Cucumber
Scullery[/size][/size]

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 1 20, 15:48

scullery
dishwasher
washing machine
copper
retriever
field hands
lane
streams
cucumbers
salads

No house that I grew up in or visited ever had a SCULLERY, but any DISHWASHER did his or her duty right there in the only kitchen in the house, and for some years they were the only WASHING MACHINE in the house as well. I got older, however, we always had one in our utility room near the back door, where we also all hung our coats and outside clothes. We also didn't have any of those big COPPER tubs in which to heat water, since we had hot water in the house from the time Dad built it when I was a tot. We also never had a RETRIEVER, but a wonderful cocker spaniel most of my life until she was killed in a fire, which her daughter survived.

Since we did not live on a farm there were no FIELD HANDS, but at the top of our road, really an alley, there was a walking LANE that went through the property adjacent to the house where my Mom had grown up that went to the baseball field behind the Boys' Club where I worked till I went off to college.

Years before I was born there had been a few STREAMS in the neighborhood, but when they put storm drains in the area, the streams were channeled beneath the ground, so they no longer fed the gardens where my grandmother grew tomatoes, squash, CUCUMBERS, lettuce, and other items for her wonderful SALADS, as well as grapes, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries in addition to our purple and golden plum trees.

copper
streams
lane
cucumbers
scullery
firearms
tormentor
blimp
dog path
compost pile

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 2 20, 08:14

copper
streams
lane
cucumbers
scullery
firearms
tormentor
blimp
dog path
compost pile

A couple of Blue Moons ago - 1944 to be precise - ago when I was Fifteen, and life was one discovery after another, there were happenings that kept me ever inquisitive and alert, my eyes were opened to many new inventions and happenings. Some were such that even today, they still resonate with me. One in particular I vividly recall, was my watching a Blimp carrying passengers, that passed overhead on its way to America. Known as the Graff Zeppelin I believe. It was a time when Firearms were quite a common sight in my country region and no regulations prevented them from being carried openly by all and sundry. Mainly shotguns of .410 calibre - my own choice of gun - or double barrel 12 bore possessed of greater fire power. One I used to hunt rabbits which were both a curse and a blessing to country folk. A curse because of their voracious habit of decimating farm sowings and garden crops such as Cucumbers and lettuce, but a blessing for such as ourselves. Being a ready source of meat - in various dishes - and often the main ingredient of our midday meal. Myxomatosis finally ended their reign later. The 12 bore shotgun was also great for keeping flocks of the common pigeon away. The perfect gun for this task, when Winter snows would see huge flocks of these varmints descend on a crop of kale - essential cattle feed when pastures were buried under deep snow! A flock - often several hundred in number - could strip it bare within minutes unless protected. At such times I would sit in my ‘Hide’ which I had fashioned in the hedge of the Lane alongside the field, and blast these marauding pests. Often discharging one single shell at the opportune moment, would bring down four or five! Unfortunately pigeons are not a great source of meat protein. Their breast meat is the only part worth cooking. The lane was also part of the Dog Path I walked most evenings with Bruce my 'Greyhound cross' hounddog, who could, and did outrun a rabbit or hare whenever he chose. A real Tormentor of anything that moved when the mood was upon him. He also loved to splash in the shallow Chesil Stream whose winding course, eventually took it through our farm meadows after leaving my Grandparents property. On occasion when Mother had a rabbit to spare, I would take one to my Grandparents, who hung it in the cool of their Scullery - far from the heat of the Copper - until needed. Today I occasionally see a rabbit hunkered down in its ‘squat’ near my large Compost Pile, which is at the far end of my rather large garden. The compost therein, is a most useful and much needed soil enhancer for various crops when the summer heat is fiercest. Ideal for a needed source of moist nutrients in our sandy soil, as was proven during this summer's drought. Rhymer.

firearms
tormentor
blimp
dog path
cucumbers
Composter
Myxomatosis
Squab
Drought
Squat

Posted by: Psyche Oct 2 20, 17:16

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Oct 2 20, 10:14 )

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 3 20, 09:41

blimp
cucumber
composter
squat
squab
tentacles
robot
funeral
archipelago
Eufrates - Euphrates

I was half asleep in my recliner, with my thoughts wandering to earlier times when I, full of ambition without giving a single thought as to how and when, or for that matter how I could ever afford to indulge in my fantasies? Resting, I allowed myself to drift into distant regions of this wonderful world. Some of which I had only dreamt about. Although I had sailed through the Suez Canal and Red Sea, I have never seen the Euphrates river which flows through arid desert reaches however in my later naval days I actually had flown over the Indonesian Archipelago as I went to join my ship in Japan. As we flew over Indonesia i witnessed a Funeral in progress at the time Obviously one of great sadness, for many attending were dressed in white. A sign of mourning in many parts of the world. Being no Robot, I felt their pangs of anguish, such as those I felt when my Grandfather passed away on Christmas Eve. 1941. I was twelve years of age at the time but the pain of the moment has never faded.

Shifting my pose on my recliner, I next recalled the hissing sounds that proclaimed a Blimp was passing overhead on its westward way? Fantasizing I wondered if perhaps a sea Cucumber might make a similar sound were one to puncture it with a harpoon? Did they have feelings such as ours? Do they hiss a warning to an approaching diver? Could harvesting same, be an good addition to my Composter? Living far from the sea, I possess no way of knowing. Do they perhaps Squat and wave Tentacles to attract and catch their daily food requirements? There's so little known about these underwater plants, I doubt few truly know. Least of all me. It was at that moment I heard someone calling my name which brought me back to reality. Moving to a Squat position I listened intently as I prepared to leave further reveries for later, and quickly rising from my Squab cushion I returned to work at my pleasure. Namely: gardening. My love of which is only second to my first love. That which I hold for my life’s companion: my wife Pauline.

tentacles
robot
funeral
archipelago
Eufrates - Euphrates
Cushion
Crab
Suez Canal
Borneo
Egypt

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 11 20, 08:26

S’s Short Story.

tentacles
robot
funeral
archipelago
Eufrates - Euphrates
Cushion
Crab
Suez Canal
Borneo
Egypt

Semi conscious, I briefly awoke from my reveries upon hearing a noise. Remaining quietly unmoving, I gave further thought upon my reminisces. Ere a few moments had passed I must have returned to where fatigue had taken me. The place, twixt the conscious and unconscious - one we call day dreaming, is a welcome place where we can relive pleasures experienced earlier. No need to revisit the Euphrates, or recall the Funeral in the Indonesian Archipelago. Nor did I dwell further upon a Robot or an earlier time, when I was fascinated to watch an Octopus embracing the Tentacles of another, in an aquarium. However, I did wonder if perhaps. the motive on my Cushion - a giant Crab - like one I’d seen on a brief stop-over in Borneo, many moons ago, might have triggered the reminder of this encounter ? Drifting in my no man’s land, time seemed of no consequence, as I recalled the sights and sounds of my journey down the Suez Canal and Red Sea in 1951. After a brief stop-over in the bustling port of Suez - Egypt’s gateway between the Mediterranean Sea and the Indian Ocean, my ship, HMS Warrior, resumed its journey to Singapore. It was here, my reverie was ended and I, fully awakened, decided [t was best I return to my gardening chores, with all further reminiscing put on hold, until another day. Rhymer.

PS: For obvious reasons, I will not offer Ten Words for the next ‘possible’ Mini Story.
PPS: Happy Birthday Daniel, May you enjoy your day. Denis.

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 12 20, 09:12

Hi, one and all.

I have left this this Mini story here, in hopes someone will begin another. I feel I have selfishly dominated this one of late, and perhaps it best I leave this story here. With membership at an all time low, and winter on its way, I have to fashion and allot all available time to urgent needs. I will admit I have had a great enjoyment from testing my limited - literary skills - maybe not what others definite them as being - but nonetheless, writing, does help to keep my little grey cells working, so I can remain possessed of a small degree of sanity! Of late it's been a tricky balancing act - with little encouragement. Firstly to winterise my garden, whilst I kieep a wary eye on the household proceedings. Then I have to organize the bi-weekly - fortnightly - trip to garner victuals, pay bills, and other needs. As yet we have avoided catching the Covid 19 virus. At times such as these I am more than thankful for the sanctity of our two acre garden. It may be difficult to keep it looking as though 'someone' cared, but it does allow me to forget the daily concerns of infection: the needs and attention required by my dear Wife Pauline, and and still maintain my sensibility. A brief foray into the realms of MM has been a tonic to say the least, but....? Where to next?

I will wait to see what happens, as much depends upon the weather and how I can tackle the work ahead? Firstly with shoals of leaves falling all around I must blow and pile them for my compost heap. A much needed and essential resource for a garden established and located in very sandy and rocky soil, but I havwe truly enkjoyed the Challenge this presented me. However, I feel that my 25 year "work-in-retirement" project is slowly coming to a time when outside help will be essential and needed to keep it looking good. Finding someone willing - at any price - has not been very successful to date.

Leave it there for now. Catch you later. Rhymer aka Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 13 20, 05:10

Not sure why you didn't offer five new words, Denis. Actually wish you had, because I've been stumped ever since they were posted to come up with a mini-story with them! Believe me, there is NO LACK OF APPRECIATION for your stories here. Sylvia and I both love them! I am sorry that you've yet to find someone to help you with your huge magical garden, and of course we continue to pray for your dear wife and your increased concern for her.

I'm going to offer an attempt at something reasonable for these words, but "reasonable" will probably be a stretch!

robot
tentacles
crab
Borneo
Suez Canal
Euphrates
Egypt
archipelago
funeral
cushion

I've never had a dream about a ROBOT with TENTACLES nor even one of a CRAB with horrific, scary claws. I've also never been to BORNEO or even gone through the SUEZ CANAL or visited the EUPHRATES or even the pyramids in EGYPT, nor to any of several ARCHIPELAGOS, e.g. Scandinavia, Canada, Korea, S.E Asia, Great Britain or the Philippines, as I was not blessed with a history in the Navy, as Denis was.

But, even though I just reached 3/4 of a Century on Sunday, at least I have not had a FUNERAL as yet. So here I sit upon my CUSHON in my lounge chair with my laptop computer, pounding away at its keys to offer an inadequate attempt to keep this going.

tentacles
robot
funeral
archipelago
Euphrates
Panama Canal
Columbia
Hispanic
peninsula
silver

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 13 20, 10:26

On awakening this morning, drawing back the blinds, I saw that overnight, a blast of colder air, the first Tentacles of Winter’s approach perhaps, had arrived and any hopes I had had of working in my garden this morn, were dashed and put on hold. Temporarily I hoped? Listening to hear what might be happening in the kitchen - my dear wife had already risen - my thoughts drifted aimlessly here, there and many places in between. Firstly my experience of my Grandfather’s Funeral, had brought me, as a mere lad of 11 years, to understand Life per se, had many moments that would both please and haunt. Today, some 80 years older, I now face the prospects of a lonely journey into their unknown. Drawing ever closer I’d leave the world and all its troubles behind me! More reason to make the most of what time is left me. Time perhaps to reflect further on what has gone before, compared with that of the present generation. In many ways,, my life is somewhat likened to a Peninsula, as I make my way, often stumbling, into the morass of newly found advances of today. However, there has been much I’ve learned. Such as the Hispanic culture of Columbia and Nicaragua. Visited on holiday occasions. I have also seen how Silver was mined from deep in the mountains close to Mexico City. Solely by dint of human labour, that possessed no machines to lighten their work! Pick axe and shovel their only tools! Followed by an overnight stay in a hotel that had originally been a Jesuit Nunnery. With so many happenings to witness, times were, I felt like a Robot at the end of day. More so after my flight over the Archipelago of Indonesia. In truth, I enjoy recalling times and events, stored in the dim recesses of my aged brain.
Do I have regrets? Of course, but life in the annals of time, is short. I would, had I the chance, to stand on the banks of the Euphrates, or sail through the Panama Canal, to add yet one more memory to my already burgeoning store.

Of late, it has been my greatest pleasure, to allow my mind to wander at will - thanks to words from folks, sight unseen - who have refreshed memories - long thought forgotten - by which I can relive events and happenings that took place earlier. Along with pleasure came grief, anger, sadness but overshadowing all - Love in abundance - that endowed me with understanding and appreciation of Life. All, in turn, have shaped my life - in unknown ways - to make me - I trust? Compassionate and knowing how Blessed I’ve been.

Panama Canal
Columbia
Hispanic
peninsula
silver
Nunnery
Reflections
Regrets
Pick Axe
Compassion

You've saved my day Daniel. It's cold, wet and un-gardenable! Lol. After a good night's sleep I am refreshed and ready to roll. Pleased you had another birthday bash despite the pandemic. Have some inside work I must attend to now. Ciao Denis.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 13 20, 12:45

I'm very pleased that I "saved your day" Denis... in whatever way...

Panama Canal
Columbia
Hispanic
silver
regrets
nunnery
compassion
reflections
peninsula
pick axe

I may never reach the PANAMA CANAL, nor get any closer to COLUMBIA than the friends from there that I have met in the past several years, but I have constant HISPANIC influence in my home as I hear my daughter DoriAn speak on Facetime each day with her husband, Jose, in Mexico, as they impatiently await the scheduling of his hearing to enter the US, which was cancelled because of Covid-19. We still have not heard of a new date. Of course their son Dominic and daughter Gabriella are both citizens of both the US and Mexico... a kind of SILVER lining. Though things would have gone very differently for them had they left San Diego and gotten married in Mexico, I don't think they have REGRETS about being married among many of Jose's family here in the US. It's just that had they gone to Mexico, she'd have been able simply to bring her husband to the US afterwards!

Sometimes I think DoriAn feels like she lives in a NUNNERY, not being able to be with her husband, and that gives me a lot of COMPASSION for her. My thoughts now on the matter are REFLECTIONS of seeing Jose as isolated on a PENINSULA awaiting word to cross over... without using a PICK AXE to bash one of the border guards!

nunnery
reflections
regrets
pick axe
compassion
seat belt
restrictions
Appaloosa
meningitis
stromboli

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 13 20, 20:08

nunnery
reflections
regrets
pick axe
compassion
seat belt
restrictions
Appaloosa
meningitis
Stromboli

One of my most pleasant time wasting passions, is to look at Reflections. Whether they be seen in a puddle, a stagnant backwater or wheresoever? They without Restrictions, allow me to visualise, in my imagination at least, Stromboli or the wide open Appaloosa Valley. By employing a little imagination, I transport myself into places such as the ruins of the old Nunnery, that stands like a silent sentinel upon a hilltop off the English, Dorset coast. With no need for plans nor Regrets I can travel wheresoever my imagination allows. I can, without need for a Seat Belt, travel to anyplace my fancy would take me. I often recall the Compassion of a stranger when I, in need of a bed for the night, offered me a berth in his country motel. My offer of recompense was taken as a slight upon his generosity, for which I apologized profusely. Later I recalled his deed and made amends by passing on his gift to a coloured labourer who, carrying his source of livelihood - a Pick Axe - had been denied a seat on the local bus to his chosen resting place for the night. A time when many low-paid workers, suffered the degradation afforded folks of colour, as though they suffered from Meningitis. Belittled by ignorance, such folks were found by me, to be far greater in stature, than many that besmirch their looks. Regretfully, such ignorance still remains rife today. Rhymer.

compassion
seat belt
restrictions
Appaloosa
Stromboli
Plasticity
Siberia
Opera
Mango
Porcupine.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 14 20, 10:02

Appaloosa
seat belt
compassion
plasticity
restrictions
Siberia
mango
stromboli
opera
porcupine

Were I ever to ride an APPALOOSA, I'm sure that I'd need some kind of SEAT BELT, simply out of COMPASSION for me. My body has lost all of its PLASTICITY, so there would likely be some RESTRICTIONS about how fast I might go on the thing, and probably would have to stick to some prescribed trail.

I've never been to SIBERIA, but I'm betting that they don't have any MANGOS growing there, unless in a hot house. I'm also not sure that you'd find a restaurant that served STROMBOLI either, though it's likely that somewhere you'd be able to attend an OPERA, perhaps "Madame PORCUPINE?" Lightly, Daniel

plasticity
Siberia
opera
mango
porcupine
ocelot
timber line
windfall
wrestling match
marathon

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 14 20, 18:34

A very interesting list of words, which one suspects is designed to bamboozle a would-be story raconteur or anecdotist perhaps, than someone trying to sew together a rational - even logical progressive tale. Nevertheless the Challenge is there and the words listed have for the moment caused me to consider in which way and manner I will approach my next composition? A Chapter, alone might not do justice to the listing, but here goes nothing. What have I to lose?
Firstly, although my wife and I do not live above the Timber Line, we have visited a community close to it. Quite a different view as one gets closer to the region. Very much as I would think Siberia would be. A place where many do not realise there are vast desert regions. Of course Windfall - be it fruit or merely fruiting trees, are a common sight, as is the Porcupine. But we are not privy to seeing Mango windfalls. Far too cold! A porcupine is a devilish marauder of pines in our area, but we have to live with them for they’re a protected species. We know this, but how does one inform the Ocelot this is so? Purely academic as such beasts as Ocelots are not native to our region or country. One word does stand out for me, inasmuch as I was, am and will always remain an Opera fan! One of our favourite evening entertainments, is watching from our video collection, hours of Operatic pleasure. Carmen, being one of our favourites. Beats watching the staged antics of a so-called Wrestling Match. Hocus Pocus! Firstly he’s winning, a minute later? He’s lost! But of all the words listed, that really ring a bell with me, is the word Marathon. Well you may ask why? It so happens a road race marathon was one in which I participated several times. Firstly whern attending school - I still hold the record time all these years later - and later when I served in the Royal Navy. A Half Marathon was a warming up and training practice for me most weeks. Umming up, all in all I would say that writing this Chapter or whatsoever it might be termed, shows I do possess s certain Plasticity in thought. Don’t you think? Moreover, I need no fabrication of details to fulfill the Challenge. All are taken from personal events: knowledge or attendant upon my longevity perhaps? Rhymer.

porcupine
ocelot
timber line
windfall
wrestling match
Doomsday
Magna Carta
Irish Sea
Chitlings
Splinter

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 17 20, 07:31

Magna Carta
doomsday
Irish Sea
ocelot
porcupine
wrestling match
splinter
windfall
timber line
chitterlings / chitlins

King John's MAGNA CARTA was offered to stave off the DOOMSDAY of a Barons War, but John never promised to sail the IRISH SEA nor ride an OCELOT nor sit on a PORCUPINE, nor even to enter into a WRESTLING MATCH with the priests or barons, lest he end up with a SPLINTER in his rump, which would have been a WINDFALL for the Barons, I suspect. It's rumored that after he signed the document, he hike up above the TIMBER LINE and pigged out on CHITLINS.

doomsday
Magna Carta
Irish Sea
chitlins
splinter
delicate
preposition
proposition
cracker barrel
rain barrel

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 18 20, 08:20

When your disposition is in opposition to a proposed deposition, you must clarify it with a specific definition that clearly states your position regarding the proposition. Then with precision, the preposition added to the deposition will clarify it further. By doing so, perhaps your name will take a prominent position in the Magna Carta. You might even make the Doomsday Book - Late Edition - if you are so activated? Despite the supposition that it’s a malediction, or fanciful deposition bordering on fictitious perdition! Though a Delicate matter at best, I doubt it will be rewarded with Chitlings from a Cracker Barrel. In truth, chances are, all you’d gain would be a Splinter from your opening a Rain Barrel seen - rightfully so - floating in the Irish Sea. Rhymer.


delicate
preposition
proposition
rain barrel
Deposition
Duplication
Inspiration
Attic
Clogs
Gallows

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 19 20, 11:11

Love your first sentence, Denis!!

rain barrel
clogs
attic
duplication
delicate
deposition
gallows
preposition
inspiration
proposition
Inspiration

With all the rain that is spilling out of the RAIN BARREL, making it dangerous to walk by in CLOGS, I'm reminded that it's time I get out my umbrellas from the ATTIC, one to keep at my door and one to be in my car should I be caught in a downpour... no need to worry about DUPLICATION, since it's always nice to have them available, even though I'm not so DELICATE that I couldn't manage without one.

I've not received a DEPOSITION as yet for condemning some fellow writer to the GALLOWS for using the wrong PREPOSITION (which of course is always to be prepositioned in front of the phrase named for it) or for having little INSPIRATION obvious in his/her last poem. Just what kind of a PROPOSITION would that be?!

- Daniel

deposition
duplication
inspiration
attic
clogs
gallows
hedge shears
pitch fork
corn rows
maze

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 19 20, 14:50

A Maze of Maize I have visited was found by me to be amazing! Patterned out of Corn Rows it was an Inspiration and a Duplication of the oldest and most famous of all that still exists today. Known as the Hampton Court Maze, it was planted on the orders of William The Conqueror, in1691 or thereabouts. Planted with Hornbeam it is Clipped annually by Hedge Shears, and its clippings are collected by Pitchfork and placed in an area that, by Deposition, was designated as well suited for such dross. In my Attic, I keep a picture of the Maze as seen from the air, along with a pair of Clogs - mere memorabilia - as well as a number of macabre pictures of the Tyburn Gallows. One has to get their ‘jollies’ somehow! No? Rhymer.

hedge shears
pitch fork
corn rows
maze
deposition
Macabre
Withy Bed
Beech Nuts
Bolster
Amazon

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 20 20, 16:28

Amazon
withy bed
beech nuts
bolster
macabre
pitch fork
hedge shears
maze
corn rows
deposition

Well, I looked on AMAZON and I could not find a WITHY BED, so that must be a place where you plant those little willows that they use to weave baskets, is that right, Denis. I'm as unfamiliar with those as I am BEECH NUTS, never having walked beneath any beech trees during the time that they evidently fall off with those fuzzy little husks. Perhaps I need to BOLSTER my forestry experience a bit, do you think?

I'm not very MACABRE, so you won't see me marching around this Halloween with a PITCH FORK or HEDGE SHEARS or other weapon, scaring the daylights out of kids going through a MAZE in the CORN ROWS. If I did that, there'd likely be some parent sign out a DEPOSITION for my arrest or something.

macabre
withy bed
beech nuts
bolster
Amazon
thunder cloud
razzle dazzle
morning mist
jack o' lantern
serpentine

Posted by: Psyche Oct 20 20, 17:18

[quote name='JustDaniel' post='155058' date='Oct 20 20, 18:28 ']Amazon
withy bed
beech nuts
bolster
macabre
pitch fork
hedge shears
maze
corn rows
deposition

Well, I looked on AMAZON and I could not find a WITHY BED, so that must be a place where you plant those little willows that they use to weave baskets, is that right, Denis. I'm as unfamiliar with those as I am BEECH NUTS, never having walked beneath any beech trees during the time that they evidently fall off with those fuzzy little husks. Perhaps I need to BOLSTER my forestry experience a bit, do you think?

I'm not very MACABRE, so you won't see me marching around this Halloween with a PITCH FORK or HEDGE SHEARS or other weapon, scaring the daylights out of kids going through a MAZE in the CORN ROWS. If I did that, there'd likely be some parent sign out a DEPOSITION for my arrest or something.

[size="5"]macabre
withy bed
beech nuts
bolster
Amazon
thunder cloud
razzle dazzle
morning mist
jack o' lantern
serpentine

A ghostly figure was walking over the withy beds bordering a river south of the Amazon rainforest. He carried a bag of beech nuts to bolster his energy to carry out the macabre plans he had in mind.
Thunder clouds appeared after the morning mist had cleared along the serpentine pathway he had chosen.
Soon he encountered a glade in the woods where a razzle dazzle, noisy party was being organized, all of which confused him on how to carry out his wicked designs.
It was already evening and the downpour had ended, so he sat on a log watching the jack 'o lanterns flitting around. All of sudden, he took out a notebook and scrawled a dark picture of the victim he'd had on his mind. He sold it for a million dollars and never went to prison for all the crimes he'd committed.

macabre
withy bed
beech nuts
bolster
Amazon
meddling
neutron
goats
photo album
oxygen

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 21 20, 07:06

macabre
withy bed
beech nuts
bolster
Amazon
meddling
neutron
goats
photo album
oxygen

As I collected Beech Nuts in my Bolster, which I used, after some alterations, as a carry-all that was ideal for collecting all and any fruit or nuts found, as I took my morning walk, alongside the Withy Bed, fast changing colour now Fall had arrived. I contemplated on the world and its many marvels, and how, the basic fabric of life depended upon Neutrons. Good, bad, gentile - even Macabre -all life and our existence required them. Earlier in the month, I had ordered a back-pack from Amazon to replace my somewhat tattered bolster bag, like one pictured in my Photo Album - a school days reminder - but as yet, thanks to the Covid 19 pandemic which had Meddled in my plans, it as yet, had not arrived. As I collected the last of the nuts I could find, I was startled to hear the bleating cries of Goats, for they had arrived without making a sound. Gulping a full breath of country fresh Oxygen charged air, to collect my wits, it was then I realised they were telling me, this was their domain, and I was an intruder robbing them of their few delicacies. So without further ado, I quickly left them to browse for any Beech Nuts remaining. Rhymer.

meddling
neutron
goats
photo album
oxygen
Domain
Intruder
Author
Robber
Magpie

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 21 20, 18:06

neutron
meddling
goats
domain
robber
author
intruder
magpie
oxygen
photo album

NEUTRON was the name that my grandson had given this MEDDLING leader of the GOATS in our back pasture, reminding me that I was in his DOMAIN, and that he considered me a ROBBER... and AUTHOR of conflict between his kind and ours. Feeling that I was an INTRUDER, I quickly retreated to our back yard adjacent to the field.

A MAGPIE sat on a limb and mocked me, but I simply drew in more OXYGEN and returned to my house, where I could add pictures of the goat and magpie to my PHOTO ALBUM.

domain
intruder
author
robber
magpie
can opener
sauerkraut
Milky Way
snickers
graham cracker

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 22 20, 11:20

Having been accused of being the Author of trouble twixt our Domain and that of my neighbour, and hearing a Robber Magpie, chortling with glee with a Snickers or Milky Way bar clutched in its beak, perched in the tree dividing our properties, making me feel like an Intruder, I returned to my kitchen where I, after securing some mouldy Sauerkraut and a stale Graham Cracker, I grabbed our rusty old Can Opener, to open a can - long past its ‘before best date’ - printed in faded Latin - of unknown content. What the heck figured I? I might as well become a full fledged member of the local idiocy than stand on the sidelines,
wondering what on earth is their purpose in life? Rhymer.

can opener
sauerkraut
Milky Way
snickers
graham cracker
Mouldy
Rusty
Beaker
Crow
Tansy

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 22 20, 14:42

crow
can opener
sauerkraut
moldy
rusty
snicker
tansy
Milky Way
graham cracker
beaker

I don't want to CROW about it, but after my CAN OPENER was able to open the can of SAUERKRAUT, mine was not MOLDY, even though the can was RUSTY. I walked outside with a SNICKER on my face and noticed a little TANSY plant in the light of the moon and then glanced up at a beautiful view of the MILKY WAY and took a bite of my GRAHAM CRACKER. Coming back inside it walked past the BEAKER of beer that I had no desire to imbibe, and sat down, satisfied.

moldy
rusty
beaker
crow
tansy
test tube
inoculate
bread line
out house
ceiling fan

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 22 20, 16:03

Walking through my many flower beds, I stopped to look and marvel at the different flowers I had planted and how each in its own way had a unique, distinctive shape, scent and colour that made it instantly recognisable to such as myself. The Tansy for example, that comes in varied forms, still bears its definitive shape and colour. Some varieties bear the colour of Rusty nails, whilst others at first glance, seem Mouldy. Growing near the now unused Outhouse, on which a nosey Crow often perches, and where I, in my need to enjoy his company from time to time, leave a Beaker filled with crust crumbs, collected from the ‘out of date’ charitable Bread Line situated at the nearby bakery. Always a great source of bird food, which allows me to keep many of my feathered friends happy, who return daily. Birds such as my friendly Crow, who is one I have watched for hours, and teased with a Test Tube in which a tasty tidbit was placed. This to see if he was as smart a bird as experts would have us believe? He or She proves to be a darned sight smarter than many I have got to know on the Internet! Perhaps I could Innoculate some such as they, with a few brains? Probably a waste of good material! Returning to the house, I was pleased to sit down and cool off under the Ceiling Fan which spun lazily, churning the tepid air of the hot summer day as I reflected on all I had seen this day. A great walk that never fails to excite and interest me or, for that matter, all who saunter through with their eyes open and their ears tuned to Nature’s offerings found in this Ontario locality. Rhymer.

test tube
inoculate
bread line
out house
ceiling fan
Tidbit
Bakery
Spinning wheel
Baggage
Perch.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 24 20, 07:18

perch
outhouse
inoculate
bread line
tidbits
bakery
test tube
spinning wheel
ceiling fan
baggage

From my PERCH in the OUTHOUSE I'm worrying whether I've been INOCULATED from everything that lies below, or from those who were standing in the BREAD LINE where I had gathered TIDBITS from the BAKERY to feed the birds. Unfortunately I've not been given a TEST TUBE of serum for that purpose, so I'll just have to take my chances, keep my hands clean and keep my mask on. I'm on the SPINNING WHEEL of fate, like the CEILING FAN with a paddle with my name on it, just waiting for all my BAGGAGE to catch up with me!

tidbit
bakery
spinning wheel
baggage
perch
peach cobbler
ditch digger
eaves
golden plums
spinnaker

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 24 20, 12:31

tidbit
bakery
spinning wheel
baggage
perch
peach cobbler
ditch digger
eaves
golden plums
spinnaker

Having bought a pie shell from the local Bakery, I added a mixed fruit filling of Golden Plums and Peach Cobbler. To the unknowing eye it might look a real mish-mash of unknown delight, but it was always good for a tasty Tidbit when I wanted one. You betcha this would suit me well later! Then putting it into the oven to bake, I sought my chosen Perch. A saddle backed chair, close to my wife's Spinning Wheel. From here alongside a small side window, overhung with thatched Eaves, I could see the river estuary where a Spinnaker, fully filled with the afternoon breeze, took a fishing boat. Passing by a Ditch Digger cleaning out the storm drain outlet of its dross, working in the afternoon sun. As I watched,, I wondered if I, complete with bag and baggage could buy a vessel such as that, and sail the oceans until I, tired and weather beaten, could retire to a small shanty town in the Caribbean. Say in Puerto Rico - a favourite haunt of mine? Dream on I told myself! Those days are long gone. Today all you can do is reminisce and sigh! Rhymer.

baggage
perch
peach cobbler
ditch digger
eaves
Shanty
Swabbie
Saddle
Mainsail
Bilges.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 24 20, 13:36

peach cobbler
shanty
ditch digger
saddle
perch
baggage
eaves
swabbie
bilges
mainsail

After a nice dinner topped off by PEACH COBLER I retired to my SHANTY. Nothing much for a DITCH DIGGER to do... with not even a SADDLE on which to ride a borrowed steed. So here I PERCH myself on my BAGGAGE under the EAVES of my shack and dream. Perhaps I can get job as a SWABBIE on one of those steamers and clean out the BILGES. I'd never learned to sail on one of those ships with a MAINSAIL.

shanty
swabbie
saddle
mainsail
bilges
cymbals
gingerbread
maple syrup
pumpernickel
rapscallion

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 24 20, 14:21

How well I recall visiting a Shanty town and chatting with a Rapscallion Swabbie who had sailed the oceans and seven seas for many a year. His task had been to pump and clean Bilges in ocean steamers. Long after Mainsails were no longer manned to grab whatever wind might be blowing. He had retired to live in Northern Canada and harvest Maple Syrup every Spring. Seated on a Mule, his Saddle an Indigenous blanket spread, weekly he took himself into the nearby town where he sold home made Gingerbread and Pumpernickel bread to the local inhabitants. Once his goods were sold, before heading back home, he would stay awhile and listen to the local band who, to the sound of syncopated Cymbals, entertained the citizenry and travelling merchants every Thursday. Rhymer.

cymbals
gingerbread
maple syrup
pumpernickel
rapscallion
Brassy
Snare drums.
Drain pipe
Cork
Syncopated

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 24 20, 14:52

cymbals
syncopated
brassy
drain pipe
cork
rapscallion
pumpernickel
gingerbread
maple syrup
snare drums

Having never heard a CYMBALS band playing SYNCOPATED music (which to my taste would be a bit BRASSY), it appears that my life has gone down the DRAIN PIPE with someone having put a CORK in it! I'm just the RAPSCALLION who never learned how to bake PUMPERNICKEL bread or GINGERBREAD, though the latter sounds as though it might taste good with MAPLE SYRUP, of which I also have none. Down here, at the bottom of the drain pipe, I can barely hear the SNARE DRUMS as they pass in parade. My life is one big puddle.

brassy
snare drums
drain pipe
cork
syncopated
seersucker
gaberdine
smorgasbord
high octane
Moose Lodge

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 24 20, 16:12

Standing beside a tree, I happened to see a Brassy looking lass, wearing Seersucker, Drain Pipe pants whirling and dancing alone, to the Syncopated music that, with the back-up noise of Snare Drums, made for very a pleasant sounding rhythmic musical interlude for pedestrians passing by. This Smorgasbord of High Octane, energetic rhythmic music, had caught her attention, and like minded I, without further ado, hitched up my Gabardine pants, and joined her in her gyrations. All this took place outside the Moose Lodge of which I am a Member. I had been elected the Head Pooh-Bah once, but had handed over the Rod of Office many years ago, though I still remain a fully paid up Member today. When the musicians packed up we, that’s the two of us, without need for agreement, walked into the Lodge bar, and popped a Cork from a delightful bottle of Bubbly Champagne as we exchanged names etc.. Rhymer.

syncopated
seersucker
gabardine
smorgasbord
high octane
Member.
Rod
Underground
Graffiti
Moleskin

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 25 20, 20:21

gabardine
seersucker
moleskin
rod
underground
graffiti
high octane
syncopated
member
smorgasbord

I donned my GABARDINE raincoat over my SEERSUCKER suit, with a MOLESKIN patch on my foot, taking my ROD in hand I headed to the UNDERGROUND railroad, noting all the GRAFFITI on the cars. Getting on board it wondered what HIGH OCTANE fuel was used, since we started out so quickly, developing a SYNCOPATED bumpety-bump-bump all the way to the end of the line. Once in the city, I asked directions from one of the MEMBERs of the railway staff, and he directed me to the nearest SMORGASBORD for dinner.

member
rod
underground
graffiti
moleskin
tennis ball
badminton court
table tennis
quoits
horseshoes

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 26 20, 07:55

Latest Chapter.

member
rod
underground
graffiti
moleskin
tennis ball
badminton court
table tennis
quoits
horseshoes

When I was the head Pooh-bah of the Moose Lodge, how well I remember the Moleskin covered case in which the Rod of Office was kept . Although it was not an Underground organisation, we did enact certain rituals on opening a meeting. Firstly any newly proposed Member, would go through a rigorous screening. Then details such as their interpretation of Graffiti that was kept in the book of Rules and Regulations. This had been incorporated at the original Lodge inception, being the ultimate test for those who sought Office. Originally our Lodge Chapter had been organised as a Charitable Club made up of folks from all walks of life, who enjoyed playing all manner of games. My forte was Table Tennis and Darts. Neither Horseshoes - a popular sport amongst the younger Members, nor Quoits enthused me. Although we as a club, did not own a Badminton Court,, Thursday evenings were kept exclusively for our Membership at the local courts. Once there had been talk of booking tennis courts in the same manner, but I doubt few of the members had even possessed a Tennis Ball, and the idea was soon dropped. However the original intention of the Membership was to help those who, through no fault of their own, had fallen on hard times. A very much needed cause, and the tenets of which we enact today. Rhymer.

tennis ball
badminton court
table tennis
quoits
horseshoes
Waterfall
Chain Link
Jewels
Asian
Charity.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 26 20, 11:12

badminton court
horseshoe
quoits
table tennis
tennis ball
waterfall
chain link
Asian
charity
jewels

We have often had a makeshift BADMINTON COURT in our back yard, and we have a HORSESHOE pit in the front yard... where one could also play QUOITS, which we have available both in iron and hard rubber varieties. The wind in our yard it too great for us to put up a TABLE TENNIS set-up, and we don't have enough room in the house or basement. The only use we have for a TENNIS BALL is for hand exercise.

If our yard had the fish pond with a WATERFALL that I'd planned, we'd have had to put up a CHAIN LINK fence, both to keep out children and to keep IN the ASIAN koi, which are not available by CHARITY from pet stores. You rather have to give up a few JEWELS to buy them.

waterfall
chain link
jewels
Asian
charity
blackboard
laser
horn-rimmed glasses
pucker
bow tie

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 26 20, 14:59

Our Pond, complete with waterfall, is home to 45 fish, including Asian Jewels - a variety of fish as I term them - safely kept from an almost daily visiting Heron, seen most mornings through my Horn-rimmed Glasses. I also have a Laser Light that’s activated by motion, to keep Kingfishers and Ospreys at bay as well as after-dark marauders. Lighting up the night they cause intruders to Pucker up their eyes and depart -Fast! Were it not for the Chain Link fence surrounding the pond, they could easily fall into its deep waters. A Charity collection box is attached under a nearby Blackboard, where I keep records of what fish inhabit the pond and the Charity to which proffered donations are given. From a nearby bench, I will sometimes practice my archery. With Bow and arrow, I take aim at a target hung on a nearby tree - Cedar - whilst all that is heard is the ‘twang’ of my bow releasing the arrow! A better deterrent than a gun, for its silent arrival can be very unnerving to an intruder. Rhymer.

charity
blackboard
laser
horn-rimmed glasses
pucker
Toad
Parsimonious
Urchins
Catchpole
Lawn Bowls.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 28 20, 12:15

horn-rimmed glasses
charity
parsimonious
pucker
urchin
lawn bowls
laser
blackboard
toad
catchpole

Our neighbor with HORN-RIMMED GLASSES is not fond of CHARITY, being a bit PARSIMONIOUS, the kind who has to PUCKER every time he passes an URCHIN on his way to the place where he LAWN BOWLS, as they carried a little cup with which to beg a few coins for their supper. He writes notes to his computer with a LASER instead of using his BLACKBOARD. Yesterday I noticed that he attacked the TOAD in his pool, while he was there avoiding the visit of the sheriff's CATCHPOLE.

toad
parsimonious
urchins
catchpole
lawn bowls
confederation
filament
connoisseur
taxi driver
window shade

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 28 20, 15:28

QUOTE (Rhymer @ Oct 28 20, 15:03 )

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 28 20, 15:43

ombudsman
confederation
taxi driver
palsy
filament
window shade
ravenous
carter
connoisseur
terrier

When the OMBUDSMAN of the CONFEDERATION of TAXI DRIVERs heard from Denis about the above incident, he got his organization together and awarded the driver, whom he discovered has a PALSY, their Heroism Award, a miniature taxi lit by a battery-operated FILAMENT. from inside, so that a WINDOW SHADE comes up and down, displaying the light.

He hosted a dinner for the RAVENOUS bunch, and he himself served as the CARTER of all of the food from table to table. Clearly not one of them was a CONNOISEUR of good food, but they all enjoyed the evening, and he gave much of the scrapings from the plates to his pet TERRIER, who rested beneath the tables between plates.

palsy
terrier
ombudsman
carter
ravenous
tenderloin
cinder track
hurdle
steam roller
dump truck

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 28 20, 18:19

One of my needed exercises, after a bad attack of Palsy, was to exercise daily. So I with a Cinder Track nearby, with my Terrier companion, Scotty, would do a few turns around same. Later, as I improved I added a Hurdle. Then more as my health improved. After a local debate as to what the track needed to make it more useable, the appointed Ombudsman decided it was in need of being topped up all around with Dump Truck loads of cinders. Once this had been carried out by Mr. Carter, then graded, it was firmly packed by him and his Steam Roller to give it a solid, level base. As for me? After a work-out I, being Ravenous would indulge in a good Tenderloin steak some days, which quickly brought me back to full health, Rhymer.

tenderloin
cinder track
hurdle
steam roller
dump truck
Turnstile
Quartermaster
Snow Grapple
Gravity
Duckboard.

Posted by: JustDaniel Oct 29 20, 10:01

tenderloin
quartermaster
turnstile
hurdle
steam roller
gravity
dump truck
cinder track
duckboard
graupel snow

Growing up in San Francisco's TENDERLOIN district the young gambler considered himself to be a QUARTER-MASTER of slots in the casino, so he entered through the TURNSTILE, his first HURDLE, to do his gambling, rushing up the the machines like a STEAM ROLLER defying GRAVITY and assuming that his winnings would need a DUMP TRUCK to carry them away. Having spent every quarter that he had, however, he was carried out and tossed onto a CINDER TRACK, where he had to cross the water on the field via a DUCKBOARD before he was caught in a sudden showering of GRAUPEL SNOW pelting all over his body.

turnstile
quartermaster
graupel snow
gravity
duckboard
bird house
acupressure
public defender
fender-bender
paternity

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 29 20, 15:17

It was the day for taking my Acupuncture Pressure treatment, but as I left Grapple Snow was falling heavily, making for a perilous trip. Nevertheless it was too important an appointment for me to miss, so taking a short cut via the cinder Track I passed through the Turnstile over the Duckboard, leaving the Bird House to my left where the Public Defender and the Quartermaster stood discussing a Paternity suit.in which the community was intrigued. As I exited the cinder track rear entrance, I heard a terrific crash and hastened my step to see what had caused the noise? On reaching the sidewalk, I saw two drivers vehemently arguing as they surveyed the damage to their cars. A Fender Bender that could have had worse consequences, had it been on a busy street, With no injuries that I could see, I continued on my way to my acupuncture pressure appointment before I became involved. Rhymer.

gravity
Dismissal
Cleats
Gaiters
Mortician
Pasquinade
cupressure
public defender
fender-bender
paternity

By the way it is Grapple Snow not Graupel. We get plenty of it here in In Ontario in the fall Season.
Shiatsub

Posted by: Rhymer Oct 29 20, 15:25

It was the day for taking my Acupuncture Pressure treatment, but as I left Grapple Snow was falling heavily, making for a perilous trip. Nevertheless it was too important an appointment for me to miss, so taking a short cut via the cinder Track I passed through the Turnstile over the Duckboard, leaving the Bird House to my left where the Public Defender and the Quartermaster stood discussing a Paternity suit.in which the community was intrigued. As I exited the cinder track rear entrance, I heard a terrific crash and hastened my step to see what had caused the noise? On reaching the sidewalk, I saw two drivers vehemently arguing as they surveyed the damage to their cars. A Fender Bender that could have had worse consequences, had it been on a busy street, With no injuries that I could see, I continued on my way to my acupuncture pressure appointment before I became involved. Rhymer.

gravity
Acupuncture
public defender
fender-bender
paternity
Dismissal
Cleats
Shiatsu
Mortician
Pasquinade.


It would seem the site is acting up regarding Size, I've posted three times and can only hope it turns out as intended. By the way, t's Grapple snow not Graupel. We see plenty most winters.
Mortician
Pasquinade

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