Siren

Sweet seductress

dancing across the stars

hips swaying

fingers snapping

head back

hair brushing the floor

your lips move in silent song.

I am lost in your visage

unable to tear my eyes

from the lithe form

that is swaying

hearing no music

but a heart beat.

Half lidded eyes

desire studded lips

you are a Siren

reeling me in.

Enticing

woman of stars

of reckless abandon

caught in your web

never to part.

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Wicked Playground

Demons smoking dreams

Angels playing poker

green felted table

hookahs filled with fantasy

with death

desire

destruction

cards laid and played

moans of ecstasy

cries of defeat.

This is the wonder of Heavell.

A playground

integrated

for sin and virtue.

Not all Angels are virtuous.

Not all Demons are Sinners.

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Game On-You Name It!

Friday Funday Challenge – Game On – You Name It!

Friday Funday Challenge Created by A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip!

I have been nominated by Rory over at A Guy Called…..A little late and a dollar short lol but here it goes. Thank you Rory.

The Rules …

…because there are always rules, are simple!

1] Thank the nominator

2] Answer Q1 – Q19

3] Nominate three bloggers of your choice and notify them.

4] Each selected blogger MUST answer 16 of the asked 19 questions, but also insert 3 new questions to make up the 19 compliment. Every time a new blogger is selected they MUST only answer 16 of the asked 19 questions as well as answer their own 3, and choose 3 new bloggers. Each time a new blogger sees the questionnaire it will be completely different to the next blogger along.

[Hint: delete three of the questions you don’t like or have no answer for and insert your own in its place]

5] Q20 & Q14  Must always remain intact.

Rory’s Questions including three of my own insertions

1] Are you currently reading a book, if so what is it?

The Dead Orphanage-A.A. Allsop

2] You are the given the choice to eat nothing or a can of rich dog food, what would you do?

The dog food, it is filled with some seriously meaty chunks that are pretty good as a replacement meal. Done it, can vouch for it.

3] Choice weapon for survival during the zombie invasion?

I would be dead.

4] Horror or comedy films?

Comedy

5] Skinny dipping or mud wrestling?

Skinny Dipping

6] What was your favourite sweet/candy as a kid?

Pink Elephant Popcorn

7] Morning bird or Night owl?

A combination of both

8] What is your favourite tipple [drink.

Long Island Ice Tea

9] What is a nickname from childhood you detest?

It is a toss up of two: Windy Wendy and Beaker

10] What are five of your unique selling points for your writing?

Creative, fun, consistent, no idea what I am doing, confidence

11] Who is your favorite historical person?

Rasputin

12] Would you rather have one life lasting 1000 years or live 10 lives at 100 years each?

Only if those I love can be with me through each of my 10 lives would I pick 10/100

13] How do ‘you’ define hard work?

If I am not sweating it is not hard work.

14] 7, 9, 11

15]What is your favorite smell?

Grease/Oil and sweat

16] Ok, you are going to be shipwrecked on an island that has food and water, what three items would you need to have with you?

Kindle, Glasses & Contact lens paraphinalia, Sunscreen

17] Where you do feel the most at peace?

Sitting by the water at sunrise/sunset

18] If we were trapped together in the jungle, how would you help us escape?

Hope like hell we know what jungle we are in and have a compass. Otherwise we are going to die.

19] What music is currently your favourite? [Provide link]

I am all over with my taste in music. At the moment my ring tone on my phone and favorite song right now is  In My Blood Shawn Mendes

20] The three bloggers you are nominating are?

Kranti at Sparklingthoughts

Dee Kelly at Thriving Not Surviving

Lana Cole at Welcome to our Campfire

Heart & Soul

Today’s episode of ‘Let’s see if Jay can keep her cool…..’ is brought to you by…..me!

It has been awhile (okay a long time) since I have given an update as to what is going on with me and T.

The end of the year was difficult for T and I. We had a lot of rough mornings, yelling and screaming and that was just me. He ranted and cried and refused to leave the house. We have to find a balance for next year as I am just so unprepared to deal with this. As well, he is going to soon out weigh me so it will be harder to push him out the door. 🙂 The last time we battled, I ended up grabbing him by the back of the neck and frog marching him into the bathroom. Than dragged him out by his arm. All while he screamed ‘stop hurting me, you’re hurting me.’ This lead to a serious discussion on the way to school let me tell you.

Now for braggy mom to come out. T sailed onto Grade 5. With flying colors. My son is a mostly A student with a couple of B’s thrown in there. The subjects that were the lower grades, well not the ones that he found to be all that enjoyable. What I need to enforce this summer is reading so that he will be going into Grade 5 on par with his peers.

Me time, me time! I have been doing awesome. I am happy. I am confident. Yes, no doubt there are days when I have a little let down but they never last long. I am setting goals for myself and although I have yet to begin working on a single one, I have them. Work is going so amazing.

Stepping down absolutely was the best thing that I could have done. I am not the same person at all. The person who worried. Who controlled. Who followed all the rules. She is gone. I am responsible for T and myself. No one else. Nothing else. I am way more relaxed. I am making changes, ones that are good for me. Exercising. Eating well. I am not sure how it could get any better. Well I can but that is a long conversation for another time.

Now let us fast forward to today’s episode on ‘Can Jay keep her cool?’

First Act: Regular customer is getting ready to pay for his groceries. Pays the same way all the time. I told him the total and hit debit and told him to go ahead and insert. He looked at me sheepishly and said: I’m sorry, I stuck it in too early.’ I bit my tongue so hard to keep from laughing out loud.

Second Act: A lady stops in front of the counter. I ask her how I can help her. This is the following conversation.

‘How can I help you today?’

‘I want a ticket.’

‘What type of ticket are you wanting?’

‘A scratch ticket.’

‘What type of scratch ticket?’

‘I guess they are all scratch tickets aren’t they?’

I could only stand and stare at her.

‘I think I will take a crossword because I like words.’

Third Act: Phone is ringing and I answer it. I do my spiel ‘Thank you for calling blah blah blah blah. How may I help you?’

‘I need a price check.’

‘Okay, on what?’

***To save on space and too boring I will give a synopsis.***

The customer had been in our store and made a purchase for her neighbor of cream. Now when she got home, there was no cream. But she paid for it. And the cashier had given her back change. $15-16. I check with the cashier and no, cream was not left behind. Ask customer if she has her receipt and am told no.

‘M’aam, maybe you were not even charged for it.’

‘But I was. I gave her a $20 and she gave me back change. I just need to know the price so I can charge my neighbor.’

‘But you don’t have the cream?’ (Yes I realize none of my business.)

‘But I paid for it and now she needs to pay me back,’

I go and check for her and come back to phone.

‘$3.99.’

‘Good so $4.00 I will charge her.’

She than hung up. Did not even ask me how we were going to fix this. Was so intent on getting her price that the fact she did not have the product seemed to have flown out the window. I would have loved to be a fly on that wall.

‘Yes Doris? You owe me $4.00.’

‘Where’s my cream?’

‘Well it never made it home with me. You still owe me $4.00 though for the cream.’

And so on and so forth. Shaking my head.

Act Four: Answering the phone, giving my spiel and realizing that a) there was no one there and b) the phone had not even rung. Thank goodness I have a great sense of humor with myself and laughed hard.

These are the type of days I have. They make great fodder for the imagination. Today’s though, they were too special to keep to myself. I love talking to people, and while there are those who would prefer to remain silent, the majority like to talk. Which leads me to this gem.

I was checking through a little old lady. She was about 90/92 I believe, she did tell me so that is how I know that it was in the 90’s. We were chatting away and I was explaining to her that sometimes I talk so much (shocker there) that I am not aware of what I am doing.

Case in point: I was chatting away with my customer and trying to scan a product. I kept moving it back and forth and finally looked down to see why I was not getting a beep. Well, it only works when you scan it with the laser, not over the deactivator. The customer and I roared.

By the time I was done, my little old lady was laughing so hard. I handed her back her change and wished her a good day.

She said to me: ‘You are good for my heart and soul. Thank you for making me laugh today.’

And that folks is how I am leaving it. I am good for the heart and soul.

Performing Monkey

He sits lost

the throne of bones

swallowing his frame.

Sallow skin sags

a skull wearing a face

despair

a solid cloak

wrapped around the dismal man.

Once so great

once the golden boy

the fall from grace

a harsh lesson to be learned.

Gregarious

chummy

every man’s best bud

truth eventually rises

exposing the darkness beneath.

Tumbling down the hill

lost

nary a man

running to protect him.

Reaching too high

without a moral compass

without regard for any

but one’s self

Believing none will touch

none will dare speak

made the fall all that much sweeter

for those plundered

abused

torn apart.

Now a performing monkey

sitting upon the throne of bones

the man awaits……..

the next show starts at two.

 

 

 

Burning Desire

Beneath arched star spackled skies

laying entangled

languid

talk about everything

nothing

head upon your chest

steady beat of your heart

warmth of our bodies together.

You brush fingers through my hair

breath caught in my throat

I tremble.

Cup my cheek

thumb tracing my lip

I look up

see you smile

the crinkle of your eyes

electric bursts

flare through my body.

Amorous

I pull you near

melding into one

beneath the arched

star spackled sky

wrapped in our burning desires.

Photo by Alex Bertha on Unsplash

 

 

 

 

Dark Dancer

Words dance

flit across my subconsciousness

as I wait….

wait for the one

he who haunts my dreams.

Stranger

desire

pull me in for a dance

amongst the stars.

Silken strands

wrap around

drawing me in

a tango of two

melting my fears.

Bells clanging

scattering my thoughts

you begin to walk away

fading

swallowed by the ether.

This dream

evanescent

makes me want to weep

as daylight

creeps across the floor

pulling me awake.

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

 

 

 

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