When One Door Closes Another Opens

                      In life we have struggles and depression: insanity and deliverance. As if many doors were opening and closing to introduce and dismiss new things into our lives, including: jobs, relationships and opportunities. When the world seems against you all the doors have been shut abruptly in your face, have hope for its here, in our most needy and vulnerable state that a new change occurs when least expected. Sometimes the doors are shut, but with patience and trust in God's goodness the door will be opened in the most unexpected manner.
9“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 10For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.

Anecdote of Spring

                A flower never looked so new and fresh on such a bitter cold morning. Its white petals sticking out paralyzed with the frozen grass. The apple is blushing a reddish-pink hue. Dried pine needles scatter across the earth carpeting what's left of the dried and broken grass. This is winter in the coldest month of January. Winter is a time of rest for country folk and for nature's bounty. Winter is silence, rest and family. A time when the earth is cold and barren. But, these flowers rest as small anecdotes of the sweet smell of spring's green hills flowing with bright dandelions and periwinkle clover.

A friend

My friend is caring, loving, maternal.
She is ready to listen to any of my little crazy adventures I've had.
My friend is a great listener,
teaches me the art of grappling
My friend is supportive of my endeavors
crazy for adventures
My friend speaks another language
listens to me as I fumble.
My friend is a sister confident and patient
Consoling with my thoughts, though she carries much baggage herself.

My Music Teacher

My music teacher
was a humble soul.
She was caring and enjoyed children and laughing.

My music teacher was a Vet. from Vietnam
he taught us about life.
He was affable and smelt of leather and cigar
both of which he took breaks throughout the day to smoke in his car.
He taught us the scales FACE and EGBDF
His forte was in trumpet
A silver one he played.
He wore khaki slacks and old Christmas vests
brown shoes and tan paisley socks
Sometimes he would write funny sayings with white brittle chalk.
When we had quizzes he would sidle over to the front of the room
to inspect his bears.
A little taxidermy operation.

Then the next year came the prune of the classroom.
A boisterous lady with a stern temper.
She was not about to hear excuses for being late.
However, she taught well.

The Soccer Revolution of 2014

The Soccer Revolution of 2014

Characters:

American Spanish

Ethan: Goalie Marco Oscar Lupe: Lyle

Dillon: American “Porkie” Gene Philly

Tom: Winner Maugro Esihie

The clouds are celestial

puffed like cannon smoke

dusk has come, light departs

The town is peaceful

filled with happy hearts.

Dusk is extinguishing the light of day.

A battle erupts on the soccer field

Mexicans vs. Americans

the magenta sphere flies

Mexican vs. American

battle for the prize.

A scramble

The score five to one

Mexicans trump Gringos

until the game is done.

Dillon overshot

His steel toed boots he blames

Tom putts the ball stalling time

Goal-l-l! …. America two to nine.

Back and forth

Porky kicks the ball.

Ethan, cheats and uses his hands

Injury, abrasion

The winner battles on.

The gringos put up quite a fight.

The game is tense

and battles on into the night.

Finish Strong

            Well, at last, all the assignments are being carefully tucked away in the teachers gradebooks, most never to be seen or heard of again, like many of the manuscripts in the National Security Archive.
The sunshine of a bright summer day is making everyone especially itchy to be done with classes. This bright summer will blossom many memories which can be tucked away for happy recollections cherished till they fade.
So whether you be doing math or stressed on ACT's.

The Yellow Rose of Kackley

Oh the "Yellow Rose of Kackley", she's the only girl for me,
Her hair is long and shaggy
She swings from tree to tree,

Oh the Yellow Rose of Kackley,

she smokes a big cigar,
her clothes are army surplus,
she drives an armored car.

She wears an artificial eye that falls out at a sneeze
Oh the Yellow Rose of Kackley she's the only girl for me!

Chicago Lincoln Park

Successful Arrival in Chicago!

Homework snack

The Poem (Pome) of Spring

A Desolate End

Malory's aunt condescended her excuses and banished her to her room. For present, Malory sits sullenly looking outside at the bright clouds, and despairs. The outside view provides no escape from her captivity. She sees her friends outside playing soccer, joyfully kicking the ballback and forth, across the field. She turns her back, she cannot stand looking, her confinement is two hours longer. In the heat of her emotions, Malory glances outside to see a hot air balloon, rising directly above the house. She thinks about what she'll do when she gets out. Will she shout thanks to the Heaven's? No, she never was very religious, even though her aunt had always had the famimly sit down after dinner and read psalms. Maybe she would just run. run. run. Run away from this place people considered her home. She wasn't at home ever since the Break she had stayed here, in this clad walled house, more of a prison really.
              After her escape she skirted the house and took off through the burned stubbles of the corn field. She had nearly been caught by her aunt who stood near the house waving a broom menacingly. Malory ran deep into the forest, pausing once to catch her breath, but then hearing the not so distant yells, running farther deeper into the woods, that choked her image from the house.
             The night was growing cold and the ground provided little comfort for a bed. No blankets, save for the leaves and dew drenched grasses. She was hungry. She was hungry for many days until the end.

Buffalo Bill's

Buffalo Bill's
defunct
      who used to
      ride a water-smooth silver
                                               stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
                                                                                 Jesus
he was a handsome man
                                       and what I want to know is
how do you like your blueyed boy
Mister Death?

-e.e. cummings

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A short sentence paints a black and white illustration.

Battle on the High Deserts

A lonely soldier stumbled through the desert. His parched throat held him silent. His shrunken stomach told of the last meal he'd had. He was camped near a massive boulder which provided some shade. That is for him and, "the boys", his fellow soldiers who had borne the suffering of heat and famished bellies with him. They had travelled many miles through this lonely dessert, with no sign of life, save for one chameleon. After dinner that night the boys decided their was certainly no substinence in chameleons. Sleeping in the heat of the desert sands proved a trifle uncomfortable; all the modern conveniences of home gone.
                            By morn the sun reflected off the shining sands, creating an explicable heat. But alas the poor heat-stricken soldiers stumbled on watching the sun skirt the hill and eddy upward. They were all beat.

A Yarn and the Skipper

A yarn and a skipper
went to sea
to see what was to be seen
the skipper was brave but the yarn rolled away
that curious yarn of the sea.

Falling into Winter

The leaves flutter in the
wind.
The wind bites my bare nose
and travels down my back
causing my hairs to stand on end.
Crickets are chirping
out their eulogies
in the graveyard.
The grass is dry
but its master, the earth,
is frigid.
A few lions piously poke their heads up from the grass,
they have little roar.

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Canello

The gurgling highway twists and bends,
above a washerwomen shakes a tattered rug
out of the top window.
Customers scramble to get the winning lottery ticket, hopeful.
Hopeful for a new car, maybe a break from work or a new apartment.  

Chimneys rise above drifting black ash
staining the deep blue sky.
Puffs of cloud drift listlessly 
above.
A red cloaked hunchback 
hobbles through the vendors wares.