By rhonnie69
NATIONAL TEACHERS' DAY.
A tribute to our Teachers:
Signed, Sealed, and Delivered;
IN MY LOVE LETTER.
Dear teachers:
Thank You for your time.
You've really taught us well.
You've taught us how to read and write.
You've taught us how to spell.
We're active kids, we're on the move.
We've learned not to be idle.
You've taught us well to read and write, and spell.
Here's how we spell your title.
*T is for >TEAMWORK in class with the greatest coach.
*E is for >EDUCATION with the kids come first approach.
*A is for >ACHIEVING what our principal wants us to.
*C is for >CHILDREN doing what our teachers tell us to do.
*H is for >HOMEWORK that our dogs never eat.
*E is for >EACH STUDENT studying quietly in each seat.
*R is for > ANSWERS when your teacher calls your name.
*S is for >SCHOLARS and the diplomas that we claim.
"There's no exception to the rule.
Witty conception school is cool."
| Author Notes |
"I'll always be thankful to, Mom and Dad, for putting me in school...where I met my teachers."
This poem is an ode to our teachers, "WORLD WIDE." We love and we appreciate each and every one of you. You are the, "APPLE," of our eyes. Cordially: Your students. Thank you. |
By rhonnie69
Each year on Halloween,
the grown ups in our neighborhood
has a contest to see who can make their house
look haunted and the most spookiest.
This year was no different.
Our neighborhood looked like a ghost town.
Mom's afraid of the dark.
So she always takes me out
before sundown.
This year I was eight.
I was a big kid.
So...I said, "Awe...come on Mom.
Let's wait 'til it gets dark.
That's when all the big kids are
goin' out...besides..
I won't let nothin' happen to ya."
Mom said, "Oooooo. My son is my shepherd."
I said: "And though ya may walk in
the valley of death...ya will feel no evil...
'cause I'll be with you."
Mom said: "Your resemblance of your dad
will comfort me?"
"Yeah, Mom. Aside from no cactus
on my chin...I got Dad down packed."
Mom laughed.
"Well...I suppose...okay, Batman,
I guess I can play Robin for one night."
Mom said that because of my
Batman disguise.
When crickets started creakin'
I said, "Mom time ta go sneakin."
So out we went.
Mom was peeking all around
like she was expecting that
the Joker would suddenly pop out,
and make me have ta zap him.
I didn't want her ta see me laugh,
so I waited 'til she look behind us.
The second house we went to I rushed up the steps,
and rang the door bell.
A witch answered the door...and said...
"Trick-or- Treat."
I reached in my bag, and gave her
a snickers bar. She took it, said, "Thank you,"
And shut the door.
As we were leaving Mom was laughing so hard,
that she sat on the step slapping her knee.
I looked at Mom. Then I looked at the door.
Then I scooted back up and rang the bell.
When the witch answered I said,
"Hey. That's not how it was supposed to go."
She said, "Why not? I like candy too."
"I said, "But...my snickers bar...
it's the only one I had."
So the witch dropped my snickers bar back in my bag,
plus a bunch of other goody stuff.
I said, "Thank you."
She said, "You're welcome, I'm sure."
I said, "Your house is not very haunty,
and I know that's you, Auntie...
so what are you and Mom laughing for?"
| Author Notes | "HAPPY HALLOWEEN." |
By rhonnie69
Dad was driving Mom, my brother and me
Home from McDonald's Today.
As usual...we were on the back seat
Poking kid stuff at each other.
Mom was sitting up front
Poking grown-up stuff at Dad.
Dad's eyes were focused on the road ahead.
He was going, "Uh-humm, Uh-humm," and listening to Mom.
My brother was looking out the window when he said...
"Hey look...a white church."
"That's not a church," I replied.
"That's a church house."
Question marks danced around my brother's head.
"A church house?"
"Yep. There's a difference between a church,
and a church house."
"Howz that?"
"Well...that's a church house.
The church is the people who go there,
To worship God together."
"Ooooo...is that right?"
"Yeah."
"How do you know?
Who told you that?"
"Mom told me that when she was a kid...
Gramma told her that."
"We'll...Gramma has never been wrong, ya know."
"Yes, I Know."
| Author Notes | "I've imagined that Mom's mom is smarter than Mom." |
By rhonnie69
Jesus Said:
"I want you to know this for certain."
"Unless you change...
and become like young children..."
"You will never get into God's Kingdom."
"The greatest person in the Kingdom...
Is the one who become like a child."
MATTHEW chapter 18 : at verses 1: through 7.
| Author Notes | "Very little children do not worry about being greater or more important than others are." |
By rhonnie69
Family days, festive nights,
The sky is ablaze, with fireworks lights.
Habitual ritual, for over 4,000 years.
We're dancing and singing, with merriment cheers.
Diya dinning lamps are lit.
Expressing hospitable Diwali wit.
Our hosts are diligent, Our dishes are set.
"Thank you, Vishnu. Is the food ready yet? "
With heads humbly bowed, we bless and praise,
Then we wine and dine, while the music plays
Every mother's child, have taken their places
As we gather together, feeding our faces.
With delight and gratitude, we joyfully dine.
Every feeding before us; "Ummm! ... just fine."
You! Come now. Don't tarry. Don't wait.
Everyone is invited to celebrate.
YOU'RE ALL FAMILY, YOU ALL HAVE YOUR RIGHTS.
Come share our Hindu Festival, of Diwali Feast And Lights.
| Author Notes | Diwali is jolly. It is the traditional Indian festival of lights. Come one. Come all. We're sure You'll come back. |
By rhonnie69
Mommie said:
I'd see days like these...
So she nipped them in the bud.
"I'll not be a preacher,
but I'll be your first teacher,"
"And help you get out of the mud."
"When 1 2 3s and A b Cs
Are lined in a jumbled row."
"You'll understand, raise your hand,
And say...
"I KNOW! I KNOW!"
| Author Notes | Children: "Put it in them from the start...and raise them up with a child's heart." |
By rhonnie69
U R:
The center of your creator's joy...
Every woman, girl, man, and boy.
U R:
Who God was talking about when He said...
"Let's create man in our own image...to cherish, to wed.
U R:
Who Jesus died to revive...
So that you would not perish...but remain alive.
U R:
Why He went home to do...
What He did to prepare a place with Him for you.
U R:
Why He laid down His life...
For sister, brother, husband, and wife.
U R:
Woman, girl, man, and boy.
U R:
The center of your creator's joy.
| Author Notes | "Believe on the, Lord Jesus Christ...and you shall be saved...and your household." ACTS 16 : 31. |
By rhonnie69
The night was purple.
The moon was yellow.
It hurled its frown down,
Upon a depressed lonesome fellow.
Crickets were creaking.
All lights were dim.
Everybody were sleeping,
But Jack, no, not him.
Dead leaves were falling.
Creeping creatures were crawling.
Witches and bats
Were swarming on sky.
A goblin, a ghoul, and a ghost
Passed by.
Jack sat on a basket,
That looked like a casket.
Just outside the farmer's doorway,
With dead cornstalks and a bail of hay.
Jack hurt so bad.
He felt so sad.
Enough was enough.
Jack got finally mad.
I've seen all the spooks,
That I care to see.
Oh, how I miss
My family.
I want to go home,
regroup with my batch.
I want to go back
to the pumpkin patch.
The darkness was eerie.
The weather was cold.
But Jack bounced down the steps,
And away he rolled.
His candle went out,
But jack didn't care.
I'll bounce through the darkness,
Until I am there.
When Jack got home,
All he could hear was Zs.
"Hey, it's me everybody.
Will you wake up please?"
Jack's folks were all tucked,
In their cozy beds.
Dreaming of Jack,
In their pumpkin heads.
Vision was poor.
The darkness was black.
But they all cried together...
"Yaaaaaa!!!
"JACK IS BACK.!"
| Author Notes | "There's no place like home for the holiday." |
By rhonnie69
Hi There.
My name is Bumpkin.
Yep. I have two heads
one of them is a pumpkin.
Just for fun, ask me, "Which one?"
And you'll get my story going.
While autumn sings a rainbow
and her cooling breeze is blowing.
If you had a pumpkin
what would you make...
Jack-o-lantern or pumpkin pie?
Which of the two, should I do?
I haven't a clue...oh why?
I'll tell you quite plainly
Bumpkin means ungainly
But I'll dared to give it a try.
I carved out two eyes
A pyramid nose
And a mouth with a silly grin.
Then here's what I did
I carved out a lid,
To get to the stuff within.
I took it and shook it
I mixed it and fixed it,
With butter, sugar, and spice.
And for me a Bumpkin
The stuff in my pumpkin
came out tasty nice.
For me this was fun
My creative work done.
YES.....
"TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE."
| Author Notes | "Sometimes what two can easily do...is hard to be done by one." |
By rhonnie69
Funny Bunny
White as snow.
Clever Girl?
Answer..."NO."
Fairest maiden
In Looney Town
Cartoon Buffoon
Zany Clown.
Learned her lesson.
But took too long.
Now she sings
her tell-tale song.
"My parents told me
We know best."
"Listen to us
Ignore the rest."
"But foxy me
Was to blind to see."
"Just how right
Parents can be."
"Wolf disguised
In sheep's clothes."
"Make-ya-laugh photograph
Virtuous pose."
"Main feature...my pink rose."
??????
"Hmmm.... I don't think
Her rose is pink."
"Sure looks red to me."
"Let's not defer
Let's ask of her"
"To see what her problem be."
"Hey, Bunny...
Your rose is red.
Are you color blind?"
"No. I know, pink from red
I'll explain if you'll pay mind."
"My parents are my shepherd.
I ignored what they said."
"YES. I was dumb
And pricked my thumb."
"THAT'S WHY MY ROSE
IS RED."
| Author Notes | "OW!" |
By rhonnie69
"IT'S HALLOWEEN. ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?
You and me together...YOU BET."
"You know me. I'm who you see...
when you look in your mirror, you see we."
"Ain't it funny who we are shows on our face?
No matter how hard we try to hide it...it shows its trace."
"Everybody knows just who we are.
We haven't tricked anyone...so far."
"Look at us...we make me laugh...
AHA HA HA HA...and that ain't the half."
"HEE HEE HEE. we're as comical as can be.
Me and you...you and me."
"Planning what we'll do on this happy meeting.
While we're out together trick- or- treating."
"I'll swap with friends mine...you'll trade them yours.
Then we'll all go DING-DONG, on lots more doors."
"Cookies n cake, n and stuff Mothers bake.
And treats Daddies buy for our sake."
"Ghosts, black cats, witches on broomsticks.
All play together in the Halloween party mix."
"Jack-o-lanterns, pumpkin faces.
Glittering gloomy in shadowy places."
"These are just a few of things heard and seen.
On the purple night of Halloween."
"It's Halloween. Are we having fun yet?
You and me together...YOU BET."
| Author Notes | "The best thing about Halloween, is that all of the grown-ups are on the scene...YEAH. YEAH." |
By rhonnie69
Older Sister.
"Hey, little Dot. Why are you trying to play
on my hopscotch court? You're too little.
You can't even play. And don't you dare go
stepping on my gold colored marker."
Dot.
"Who said anything about playing
on your stupid hopscotch court.
I just found me a dollar.
And I'm on my way to the candy store...See ya."
| Author Notes |
"MY older sister was at the candy store, huffing, puffing and waiting for me when I got there...
So we split 50-50." |
By rhonnie69
Fellow Laborer.
"Hey, Freddy...you just got an important phone call.
Ole man Slate said report to his office...NOW."
Fred slipped down from the bucket seat
of his labor machine and wobbled over to Slate's place.
Fred.
"Hello?"
Wilma.
"Fred...it's me."
Fred.
"Oooooo. What's up, Cup Cake?"
Wilma.
"My doctor just told me that I might
be having quadruplets. What have you to say about that?"
Fred.
"YABBA DABBA DON'T!"
| Author Notes |
Fred,
"Hey, Barney. My Pebbles are about to become rocks. Barney. "Bam! Bam! Hee Hee." |
By rhonnie69
Pearl.
"Hey, Earl. How do you hold
a dummy's attention for an hour?"
Earl.
"How?"
Pearl.
"How do you hold a dummy's attention
for an hour?"
Earl.
"How?"
Pearl.
"How do you hold a dummy's attention
for an hour?"
Earl.
"How?"
Pearl.
"How do you hold a dummy's attention
for an hour?"
Earl.
"Hey. Wait a minute.
You've been asking me that same question
for an hour."
Pearl.
"Okay...I'll change the question.
How do you hold a dummy's attention for two hours?"
Earl.
"How?"
| Author Notes | "I'm a boy. And I agree. Yes...Girls are pearls." |
By rhonnie69
Marty.
"Hey, Smarty, what did you learn in school today?
Were you paying attention?"
Smarty.
"As sure as heck. I learned a new song."
Marty.
"What's the name of it?"
Smarty.
"Mike Humphrey."
Marty.
"How does it go?"
Smarty...with a musical tune.
"Mike Humphrey 'tis of thee.....
sweet land of liberty. Of he I sing."
| Author Notes |
Marty.
"That's not the way that song goes, Smarty." Smarty. "Are you sure?" Marty. "As sure as heck." |
By rhonnie69
Lucky.
"Hey, Amy...
what's a diamond ring look like?"
Amy.
"The one on Mom's finger."
Lucky.
"Hmmmm...I wonder...?"
| Author Notes | "Wouldn't you like to know?" |
By rhonnie69
Punch Card
Work hard
Time Clock
Tally stock
Earned Dime
Bell chime
Quitting time.
| Author Notes | "Momeeeeee...Daddy's home." |
By rhonnie69
Little Mr.
"Emily, is Mr. sun afraid of the dark?"
Emily.
"I don't know that I know, Cory.
Why do you ask?"
Little Mr.
"Because every day,
when it starts getting dark...
the sun comes down...then he ducks and hide
where the sky meets the grass."
| Author Notes |
Emily.
"Hey, Cory, Now you've got me wondering. Here, take my hand. Let's go ask him before he disappears." |
By rhonnie69
"Earth has two moons.
This I've seen...it's true."
"I'm in kindergarten...
And I counted two."
"There's one in the sky...
A light at night to make."
"So that I can see...
The moon in the lake."
| Author Notes | "Out of the mouths of babes". |
By rhonnie69
One for all. All for one.
"Today," said our teacher.
"Let's all have fun."
"Let's go to the window
and look outside.
Each student look
with your eyes open wide."
"Then cover your papers,
I want you to draw.
I want you to show me
what each of you saw."
Every student saw the same thing.
They drew the bell tower,
where dismissal bell would ring.
| Author Notes | "Dad and Mom are the greatest. I got an A+report card. They let me come out to play. "Meet me at the playground." |
By rhonnie69
Lady Bo Peep lost her sheep,
but managed to go out and find her."
"Oh me, oh my, I guess that I,
must find a way to bind her."
"Ten times she roamed away from home,
lucky for me I found her."
"I mustn't tie her...but get weaved wire,
and build a fence around her."
"I'll build a fence four feet high,
that she can't climb over, if she should try."
When Bo Peep came out the next day,
her sheep had escaped and roamed away.
"Eleven times she roamed away from home,
lucky for me I found her.
I'll raise my fence to eight feet high,
that she can't climb over, if she should try."
When Bo Peep came out the next day,
her sheep had escaped and roamed away.
"Twelve times she roamed away from home,
lucky for me I found her.
I'll raise my fence sixteen feet high,
that she can't climb over if she try."
When Bo peep came out the next day,
her sheep had escaped and roamed away.
"I'll raise a fence as high as the sky,
that she can't climb over if she try."
When Bo Peep came out the next day,
her sheep had escaped and roamed away.
Her grand Ma who lived next door,
asked, "What for are you searching everyday?"
"I've lost my sheep, said teary-eyed Bo Peep,
something that I really hate."
Grand Ma smiled and said my dear child,
"Try closing the gate."
| Author Notes | "I've imagined that...that would help...a little." |
By rhonnie69
Jamie.
"Hey, Amie, Mom said we are twins.
Is that right?"
Amie.
"Yes. I guess."
Jamie.
"My bike is blue. Your bike is pink.
Are we still twins?"
Amie.
"Yes. I guess."
Jamie.
"You're wearing a skirt. I'm wearing pants.
Are we still twins?"
Amie.
"Yes. I guess."
Jamie.
"You fell off your bike. I didn't fall off mine.
Are we still twins?"
Amie.
"Yes. I guess."
Jamie.
"You got a Band Aid on your elbow. I got one on my knee.
Are we still twins?"
Amie.
"Yes. I guess."
Jamie.
"I got a loose toof in my mowf. You don't.
Are we still twins?"
Amie.
"Yes. I guess."
Jamie.
"I'm a boy. You're a girl.
Are we still twins?"
Amie.
"Yes. I guess."
Jamie.
"Because you're a girl, and I'm a boy,
does that make you smarter than me?"
Amie.
"YES."
Jamie.
"What happened to...I guess?"
Amie.
"Oh, I didn't have to guess on that."
Jamie.
"Yes. I guess."
Amie...with a girly grin.
"Hee Hee."
| Author Notes | "And they lived happily ever after...I guess." |
By rhonnie69
Teasy.
"Hey, Queasy. You're not watching where you're going.
If you bump into a three headed monster...
what are you going to say?"
Queasy.
"Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me."
| Author Notes | "Then I'd JET." |
By rhonnie69
Son.
"Hey, Mom...What'll you get
if you cross a blind man
with a television set?"
Mom.
"What?"
Son.
"A radio. Hee Hee"
| Author Notes | Mom. "Oh, just finish your veggies, boy." |
By rhonnie69
Little sister.
"Hey, Jokie...
How do you make a banana split?"
Jokie.
"Tell it that there's
a hungry gorilla coming...Hee Hee."
Mom.
"Jokieeeee!!!"
| Author Notes |
Jokie.
"Drat! Grounded again." |
By rhonnie69
Little Mr.
"Hey, Sis. How well can you remember?"
Big Sister.
"Oh, I'm pretty good at remembering stuff."
Little Mr.
"We'll see about that...how old are you?"
Big Sister.
"Nine."
Little Mr.
"How old am I?"
Big Sister.
"Six."
Little Mr.
"How old is Dad?"
Big Sister.
"Thirty two."
Little Mr.
"How old is Mom.?"
Big Sister,
"She says that's her secret."
Little Mr.
"How old is Grandpa?"
BIG SISTER.
"Older than Grandma."
Little Mr.
"How old is Grandma?"
Big Sister.
"Younger than Grandpa."
Little Mr.
"What is the first question I asked you?"
Big Sister.
"How old am I."
Little Mr.
"Nope. I asked you how well could you remember."
| Author Notes |
Big Sister.
"That was a trick you little...." Little Mr. "Hee Hee." |
By rhonnie69
"Mom took this picture of my brother and me."
| Author Notes | "LOVE...Mom said we are not too young at all." |
By rhonnie69
"Quyan Jmal' Jones...A.K.A QJJ.
My shadow is getting bigger
Each and every day."
"Last year I was nine years old.
Next year I'll be eleven."
"That would make my age today, 2+1+7."
"My pants are getting longer.
My legs are longer too."
"My arms are getting stronger.
"Lbs"...I've gained a few."
"My brain is getting smarter.
So I can understand."
"When I grow up like Dad.
How to be a good man."
| Author Notes | "Taking Mom out to dinner. Like dad like son that's me. The apple don't fall to far from its tree." |
By rhonnie69
SONNY.
"Bunny, I love you, Sis...
When I grow up, I wish I'll be just like you."
BUNNY.
"Oh no, Sonny. I don't think you really do."
SONNY.
"But you're the best sister that a boy ever had."
BUNNY.
"And your sister's wish, is is that you'll be
like our Dad."
| Author Notes | "Out of the mouths of babes." |
By rhonnie69
Dad.
"Spanky, is it true, that you said your brother
is a little nincompoop?"
Spanky.
"Yes. It is true, Dad."
Dad.
"Well...that was very naughty of you, Son.
You apologize to your brother this instant."
Spanky.
"Timothy, I said that you are a nincompoop it is true.
Sorry 'bout that."
| Author Notes | "Now we know how, Spanky got his name." |
By rhonnie69
Timothy.
"Hey, Mom. Remember that vase
we kids chipped in and gottcha'
that you were always so worried
about me breaking?"
Mom.
"Yes."
Timothy.
"Well...your worries are over."
| Author Notes |
SOUTION?
"Prayer and two BAYER." |
By rhonnie69
Wendy got her first birthday card from her brother Toby.
She ripped the envelope open.
Dear sis.
Mom ain't have ta make me git ya a birff day card.
I got it ma self, 'cause I luv ya.
I ment ta put a doller in it.
But I lick the glew n cloze it B 4 I rememba.
Luv... ya brother...me.
| Author Notes | Hey Sis...I'm glad iss ya birff day...cause we git ta eat kake n i scream. |
By rhonnie69
Little Sister...with dreamy eyes.
"Curtis, if you were exploring an enchanting forest,
looking for the fairy godmother
how far would you wander in?"
Older brother...with a tease.
"Half way."
Sister.
"Oh...I'd wander in farther than that."
Brother.
"No. You wouldn't."
Sister.
"Would too."
Brother.
"Would not."
Sister.
"Why not?"
Brother.
"Because after you wander in half way...
for the rest of the way you'd be wandering out."
| Author Notes | "Momeeeee...Curtis is teasing me again." |
By rhonnie69
Sister in the middle.
"Guess who fell and broke their bottom yesterday."
Brother.
"Who?"
Sister.
"I said quess."
| Author Notes |
"Watch Whatcha Doin."
|
By rhonnie69
I was always working, my fingers to their bones.
Until my breath succumbed to death I supported
my family Jones.
My road was straight and narrow, no curves, no lefts, no rights.
I was forever on it, morning, noon, and nights.
I hear a pitter-patter, like raindrops from above,
but I know you care and I'm aware...
that's teardrops of your love.
Why do you care, why do you cry?
Why do you even bother?
Because you've etched upon my stone two words...
BELOVED FATHER.
Your shadows are on my tombstone,
throughout your entire lives.
In sorrow, and in mourning, where family values thrive.
Your shadows are on my grave site,
I can sense them everywhere.
Even by the moon light,
your shadows are still there.
They show how much you love me,
with adoration that's so true.
In every way I pledge to say...
I'll always love you too.
Forever I'll be with you. Death can't separate us.
Because death can't change what God arranged,
and He said He'd integrate us.
I am looking forward to that day, when here at home we'll meet.
My shadow is in Heaven...
BOWED DOWN UPON GOD'S FEET.
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY."
| Author Notes |
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort. Who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we will be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ.
2 CORINTHIANS: 1: 3, 4, & 5 |
By rhonnie69
Hey Kids: Your attention please. If you are a girl, don't read this.
STOP, right here. "DO NOT," read the next line.
It's for boys only.
If you are a boy; and you think that girls are not clever,
you are mad wrong.
Need proof? Heads up. Lend me your ears.
My big brother, Teigh, is fourteen.
My name is Caesar, I'm eleven.
I asked Teigh, "what does philosopher mean?"
He goes..."I dunno."
My twin sister, Sherelle is eleven.
She overheard. She spoke up.
"A philosopher is a cool calm unemotional person,
when they're challenged by burdensome conditions."
"No kidding," I replied. "and what does that supposed to mean?"
"A philosopher can make the best of life where things seem
to hard to deal with. A philosopher enjoys being smart, and
understanding things that are hard to understand. A philosopher
enjoys teaching people how to deal with tough times in life."
"Well...okay...what ever that means...
who told you that, Sherelle?" Teigh asked.
"My teacher told my class that one day.
I wanted to remember it because I liked what she taught us,
and I'll never forget it."
I've never forgotten what I learned from my sister that day.
I guess it's because of how I feel about her.
I've found out that she's a dear friend of mine.
So is my flat-topped brother. I love them both the same.
They both love me. And that's tight.
My brother is like a lost ball. Make that a snowball;
because he's really cool.
He hooked an out-board motor to his surfboard.
It really works. It can go almost as fast as my turtle can swim.
It smokes and smells like burned toast.
It sounds like Mom's old vacuum cleaner.
The one that she threw out, because it was broke.
Teigh fixed it...well...he made it turn on.
That's how he got his surfboard motor.
"My real goal," he says, "is to invent and build
an automatic homework doer; one that knows all the right answers,
and will have them ready to show the teacher on time."
"My automatic homework doer will also make free pizza
of all sorts for me.That way I won't have to buy
Sherelle pizza so she won't tell Mom about my spider collection
that I have hidden in a shoe box under my bed."
"Mom found your spiders this morning, Teigh." I said.
"She did?"
"Yep, she did."
"Jeez, I wonder how."
"When she was cleaning up your junky mess.
"Oh? what did she say?"
"She said, EeeeeeeK!"
"Sounds like Mom. Then what did she say?"
"She said, "Teigheeeee!!"
"Sounds like Mom. Then what did she say?
"No. Don't tell me. Let me guess," Teigh said, "I know what she said."
"Ya do?"
"She said what she always say."
"What's that?" I asked.
An uneasy look came in Teigh's face.
"She said, "Eeeeeeek! Joseph!!!" Teigh guessed.
The, Eeeeeeek! is her shriek. Joseph!!!...is Dad.
Did dad get mad?" He asked me.
"I dunno. But you'll know,
when he and Mom gets home this evening."
"That shoe box was Dad's." I reminded,Teigh.
"Mom said that the least you could've done,
was take Dad's favorite pair of shoes out.
Before you put your spiders in, and all."
"Yep," Teigh said, "Dad got mad."
He sounded like he thought I could rescue him.
"What do you think Dad's gonna do?"
"The devil knows. I haven't the foggiest.
But if I were you. I'd be wearing asbestos pants
when he gets home."
Teigh sighed.
"Mine are burned out."
"Welcome to the club."
You've really got to see how Teigh combs his hair.
He looks like Bart Simpson. Cool, huh?
It took almost a week, for me to talk him into
combing my hair the same way as his.
I looked cool too, like Bart; until Mom scolded Teigh,
and made him fix my hair so that I'd look like me.
Rats....Now I look like plain-old Caesar again.
My sister, Sherelle says that I'm cute.
She speaks for her best friend, Lizzie.
I don't want to be cute. I want to look like
the incredible Hulk, when he gets mad.
Cute is what my sister is.
I speak for my best friend, Jeep.
Sherelle doesn't want to be cute.
She'd rather look like Miss America and be crowned.
Last week in the mall at the food court, Jeep
told Sherelle that she looked like Miss America.
Her blush got red, her ears twitched and wiggled.
She started biting her nails, she got shy, she giggled.
Before he had any more to say; Dad growled at Jeep
and shooed him away.
In school Sherelle is known as a milkmaid.
That means that she's an athletic celebrity.
It means that she's popular.
If you're into sports, you too have got to love my sister.
She's captain of our girls' soccer team.
Sherelle has lead us to two divisional championships,
in a row.
She wants to graduate college with a Bachelor of Arts degree.
Clever girl, huh?
Teigh, on the contrary, is into mad comedy.
Kids call him Motley because of how he dresses and behaves.
His clothes are of mixed colors like a clown's clothes.
They are always too big. They make him look like he's melting.
One day, while we were in the boys' room he colored his face
like a circus clown. Teigh captured the attention and admiration
of every kid in school. Teigh's looks closed books.
We all thought it looked mad neat.
Needless to say...Mrs. Quigley, our school's principal,
had quite a different opinion.
Do I have to mention...detention?
After detention, and loads of extra home work,
Teigh spends the rest of his time filling in holes,
that he dug in our back yard.
Seems that he let that movie, "HOLES," have a bad influence
on his better judgement.
I won't say that I didn't dig a couple of holes of my own.
Let's just say that, with the proper persuasion from Dad,
I filled in the ones that Teigh didn't dig.
We found an empty cigar box in Dad's pick-up truck.
We threw our salamanders in and decided to hide the box
in Mom's flower garden.
Dad would never accidentally find them there.
OOPS. But how about Mom? What happens
when she goes to her garden to dilly-dally
around in her precious little blossoms?
"EeeeeeK!!!" I replied.
"Joesph!!!" Teigh added.
"NEXT?" I asked.
The next day, Teigh and I asked Sherelle would it be okay
for us to keep them in her locker at school.
"NO! Why don't you hide your slinky lizards in your own lockers?"
"Mrs, Quigley checks our lockers every day, for what she call contraband;
what ever that is. Just let us stash our lizards in your locker for today.
"What's in it for me?" Sherelle asked with a leery look in her eyes.
Teigh hid his hand behind his back and crossed his fingers.
"I'll promise that you will never find one
under your pillow, ever again; honest."
"You've made that promise already.
And you've broken it twice."
"This time I'll be more solomen."
"Solemn, is the proper word, Teigh,
and you're too improper to be trusted."
"Okay, how about I'll treat your best friend Lizzie,
to a movie?"
"Oh...how sweet of you, Teigh. You would really
take Lizzie to the movies again?"
"I said treat, not take.
If I make a mistake like that again Lizzie will
scribble my name all over the wall in the girls' room, again,
with all sorts of xoxoxo and valentine stuff."
"How do you know she did that?"
"She told me that she did. And made me promise
to never tell that she told me."
"And you just broke your promise to her.
You're not a very good promise keeper, Teigh.
"Well...what about you, Sherelle?
You promised that you would never show her my pictures;
especially the ones when I was just a little kid."
"That was AFTER I had already shown her the ones Mom took
of you hugging Mickey Mouse at Disney Land."
"Was not."
"Was too."
"Was not."
"Was too."
"How about the time your friend, Lizzie baked cookies for me.?
I fed them to my ants. You told her, Sherelle."
"I never promised that I wouldn't."
"So you snitched on your beloved brother."
"I did no such thing. That slipped out,
while we were talking about ungrateful boys.
'Scuse the bruise, beloved brother."
"'You girls were talking about ungrateful boys,
and my name just, popped up?"
"Yes, as usual."
Teigh grimaced. He looked like a bug bit him.
"Look...beloved sister...you've got to help me hide these lizards.
"i Promise. I'll be grateful. I'll clean your hamster's cage.
I promise that I won't tell Mom again, that you wear make-up in school.
I won't tell nobody that you've got pictures of Tom Brady
pasted all over your room."
"That's because I'm a New England Patriots' fan.
Everybody knows that. And, NO, silly beloved brother,
you can't keep your creepy critters in my locker."
Teigh turned to me.
"Hey Caesar, what say we keep them in your book bag?"
"No way Jose', I keep my bugs and beetles in my book bag.
The lizards might eat them."
Sherelle buried her face in her hands with a long sigh.
"You two are totally senseless. Why don't you just ask
Dad can you keep your stupid lizards?"
"We did," Teigh replied, "he said, ask Mom."
"What did Mom say?"
"Not a lot. She just turned red, took two Excedrin,
said ask Joseph, and kicked us out of her room."
"And what, pray tell, do you think that meant?"
"NO!"
"Smart answer.
But it also meant that we should get together and find
a creative way to solve a simple problem like this one
among ourselves, and give our parents a break.
They're only human ya know."
Teigh and I gave each other a sheepish eye to eye
nod, of approval.
"We can trade our lizards," I suggested, "to Gerald, for
bloodworms when we go fishing Saturday."
"That's a terrific idea," said Sherelle, "and I'll bake fudge brownies
for you to take along with you."
"Why don't you come along with us, Sis?" I offered.
"I'm in. But somebody will have to bait my hook for me.
Bloodworms make me cringe. Eeeeu!"
Teigh pulled a white mouse out of his pocket.
He held it by it's tail and let it hang down
close to Sherelle's eyes.
"What about mice? Hee hee."
"TEIGH!" she exclaimed, "put that wriggly thing away!"
She tripped over her hills as she staggered backward.
"Hey. That's mine!" I claimed.
"Is not. Sherelle's kitten ate yours."
"Did not. Mine had a pink tail like it's supposed to have,
like that one. You colored your mouse's tail green,
with some of Mom's cake-batter coloring stuff."
"I did not."
"You did too."
"I did not."
"You did too."
Sherelle waved her hands in the air from a distance.
"Boys, boys, boys. Please. Get a grip on yourselves.
And put that unsightly rodent away this moment."
"I won't allow either one of you to ever hug me again,
until you've both washed your hands with hot water,
and plenty of double-strength soap."
Teigh stuffed the wiggling mouse back down in his pocket.
Then we washed our hands with double-strength soap.
Afterward, Sherelle said that we could hug her. So we did.
Boy to boys: If you have a sister? You've got to love her.
WHY? Ask her Mom.
Oh Yeah... All you girls who didn't read this.
Go back to the beginning and read it again.
| Author Notes | What's a girl? How about: Gramma, Mom, wife, Sister, Auntie, Niece, Cousin, Mrs. Quigley, our school's principal, (honorable mention)...and...and...oh yeah...don't leave out; Eve. |
By rhonnie69
CAN YOU IMAGINE?
Your doctor pricked you with a sharp needle.
He told you that he's treated you.
PRICK OR TREAT?
No school today.
Mom had to take you to see your doctor instead.
You had a hard time breathing.
Your eyes were watering and red as cherries.
Your tongue felt like dry leather.
Everything you ate tasted like. "YUCK."
You left the playground early yesterday.
You left your friends there playing fun games.
You went home feeling like, "BLAH."
You didn't even feel like playing video games,
or watching TV.
Your skin had a scaling red rash.
And, "BOY," did it itch.
"Mom, I just want to lie down," you purred.
"Mom, I,"...SCRATCH-SCRATCH, "don't feel,"
SCRATCH-SCRATCH, "so good."
WHAT"S COME OVER YOU?
Doctor, Feel Better can tell you.
"You have an allergy," he says.
He is your Allergist.
He knows how to help you feel better.
"Your allergy means you are sensitive
to something around you that other
people around you are not," he tells you.
"It makes you feel sick, but it doesn't bother them.
There's something around you that you are allergic to."
"Before I can help you feel better,
I must first find out exactly what that something is."
"It is not always easy to find out what you are allergic to."
Doctor Feel Better knows how to find out.
When he does, he knows how to treat you
so that you will feel better.
This is why he is called an Allergist.
First, your allergist had a talk with Mom.
He asked her a bunch of questions.
They talked about stuff that sounded
like grownups???
AFTER THAT...
Your allergist needed to take a test
to find out more about what he needed to know.
This test is called a blood test.
"Yes." You've guessed right.
This means that you have to get a needle.
GREAT?...NOT!
NOW FOR THE FUN PART.
Your Allergist took blood from your arm
through a sharp needle.
You squeezed your eyes closed,
as tightly as you could.
But you somehow managed to see Mom
shiver, and squeeze her eyes closed too.
"There, we've done it," your doctor said.
Your eyes popped open.You started breathing again.
The easier to cry real loud.
Mom started breathing again too.
But her crying sounded like a whisper.
And she kept her eyes closed.
The easier to not see you cry.
The blood your doctor took from you
is called a blood sample.
From this blood sample your Allergist
can find out what you are allergic to.
WOW! HOW?
What you're allergic to can be found in your blood.
Your allergist also took a urine sample.
He knows urine as a liquid waste matter from your kidneys.
You know this waste matter as pee.
What you are allergic to can also be found in your pee sample.
A laboratory is sometimes called the lab.
It's a place where they can find out
what's in your blood.
The lab had your blood test
and your urine test results ready
for you and Mom in a short time.
You had a hard time breathing.
You were wheezing and panting and
trying to catch your breath because...
"You have asthma," says your Allergist.
"It was cased by your allergy."
"You are allergic to your cat.
You are also allergic to peanuts,
and you are allergic to chocolate."
UH-OH. So long to your favorite treat,
Reese cups. And digging your fingers,
in the peanut butter jar.
And your huggable little kitten, "Puffie,"
has got to go.
On the brighter side,
you're allergic to broccoli and carrots.
Yep, and peas too. No more peas please.
Your skin rash was caused by another allergy.
You're allergic to your bath soap.
NO! DON'T EVEN THINK IT."
YES. You'll still have to take your baths,
and put up with that horrible suds monster
who's been trying to drown you in the bath tub.
YES. That one. The one that doesn't like you
because you take too many baths.
Your allergist will let Mom know which soap
you should change to.
And Mom will help you clobber that old monster
again, finish your bath and come out squeaky clean.
No more rash to be seen.
Your allergist told Mom
that he had the antidote for your allergy.
This simply means that he had medicine that you'll have to take.
You know, that yummy stuff. Smells great.
Tastes delicious. Easy to swallow.
The medicine has antihistamine.
Antihistamine like you.
It's your friend.
Antihistamine fights germs for you,
that caused your allergy,
and chase them out of your body.
So...close your eyes, and open wide.
Let your antihistamine get inside.
Time for medicine came much too soon.
Mom poked a glob of it under your nose on a teaspoon.
This is called taking your medicine orally.
You took it in your mouth.
GREAT? WAIT.
There's more fun to come.
Sometimes you'll have to take your medicine intravenously.
This simply means that you get it inside of you by
getting a shot.
You're right. You get your medicine through a sharp needle.
So...roll up your sleeve.
Let's get down to some serious business here.
Now, you feel much better. Right? Right.
You're back on the playground in no time flat.
GREAT?...HOT!
CAN YOU IMAGINE?
Your doctor pricks you with a sharp needle.
He tells you that he's treated you.
You decide.
"PRICK OR TREAT?"
"OH YEAH."
Don't forget to thank your nurse
for the lolly-pop, and the stickers.
| Author Notes | Having an allergy can make you feel lousy. Let Mom and your allergist help you feel better again. There's lolly pops and stickers in it for you. Plus, your friends are outside playing on the playground, waiting for you to come out to play and have fun with them. If you come out sick. Then your friends will be allergic to you. |
By rhonnie69
Candace, our teen-aged baby-sitter,
had fallen asleep in front of our TV set,
with a bowl of popcorn spilled all over her;
and Mom's sofa and carpet, too.
A storm raged outside.
BA-BOOM!!!
Mindy and Jamal shuddered as thunder rumbled through the night sky.
"When is Mom and Dad coming back?" asked Mindy.
"Soon," replied Jamal. "They just went over to check on Gramma.
Her phone is down. They'll be back soon. We don't have to worry."
BAM! BOOM! CRACK! SIZZLE!
Went the storm.
"Ooooo, Jamal. I don't know, that I know about that. I'm worried."
"Well...to be honest to you, Mindy...I don't know that..."
For a quick second lightning flashed a creepy looking figure in the living room window.
It looked just like a fiery red dragon.
Thunder boomed. Jamal gasped. Mindy screamed.
Candace flopped to a more comfortable position on her pop-corn bed;
with her arm dangling down to the floor like a wet noodle.
Zzzzz...sputt-putt..zzzzzzzz.
The TV droned on with this old-time rock-and-roll show,
about this rubber-legged guy playing guitar. He was like an ice cube.
He was square; but he was cool.
He was telling this girl that she ain't nothin' but a hound dog.
And every girl in the audience was cheering him on.
Candace was one of his spaced-out girl friends.
She said his name was...Melvis Messly; or something like that.
Just then...
The window went black, and the red dragon disappeared.
There came this scratching sound at the door.
"It's at the door," Mindy announced with a shiver.
"What'll we do now, Jamal?"
There came a jiggling of the doorknob.
"I'm out," replied Jamal.
Ignoring Candace's irksome snoring we leaped on the sofa and hid behind her.
She responded with a bubbling gurgle.
"I don't feel safe here, Jamal.
"Me either."
At that Jamal dove behind the sofa.
Mindy bounced on top of him.
She hugged him tighter than she'd ever hugged Barbie.
"Oh! Don't let it get me, Jamal," she cried.
"OW!" cried Jamal.
"Ow what?'
"It's those stupid jax that you misplaced yesterday.
"Yes. And here's my ball too."
"Who cares about you silly old ball?
I've got one of your jax stuck in my..."
"HUSH! Listen, Jamal. Can you hear what I hear?"
We heard footsteps.
"It's in the house," said Mindy, "What'll we do, Jamal? It's coming."
Shhhh. Maybe it'll get Candace, and not look back here."
On came the lights.
"Mindy. Jamal," called Mother.
We crawled out.
"MOM," Mindy exclaimed, "We saw a fiery red dragon."
"And it tried to get us," Jamal added, "lucky for us you guys came.
"Where did you see it?" asked Dad.
"Right there," Dad, Mindy replied, "just outside the window."
Mom went over and peered out the window into the thundering and lightning.
Then she turned, looked at Mindy and Jamal, and laughed.
"I see your fiery red dragon too." she said after looking outside again.
"You do," Mom?" asked Mindy'
"You do," Mom?" asked Jamal.
"The fiery red dragon that you saw was the shadow of my rosebush;
swishing and swaying in the fiery wind storm."
"Are you kids still afraid," asked Dad.
"Who said anything about us ever being afraid?" asked Mindy.
"Not me." said Jamal.
"Not me." said Mindy.
"Not me." said Candace sitting up,
rubbing her sheepish sleepy eyes,
and fanning popcorn from her hair with her fingers.
Everybody laughed save for Candace.
She yawned.
| Author Notes | I wrote this story years ago, quite a few years after the death or Elvis Presley. With my luck with the girls; if I'd used the, "hound dog," strategy to impress girls I'd in all probability be wearing girly fingerprints in my cheeks to this day. |
By rhonnie69
You are
The Center of
My Joy.
| Author Notes | Then God blesses them, and God said to them: "Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it; have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over everything that moves on the earth." |
By rhonnie69
F is for Friend "wit," important work to do.
A is for Always loving me and you.
T is for Teaching before we go to school.
H is for Husband that let's Mother rule.
E is for Everything that a dad ought to be.
R is for Right when he's correcting me.
| Author Notes |
"Dear Dad: The world is such a better place for our family to live with you in it.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY." *************************** "The godly parents walk with integrity; blessed are their children who follow them." PROVERBS 20: 7. |
By rhonnie69
ME:
"Hey, Mom: who am I that you're so mindful of me?"
"Trek through hell; for a heavenly cause;
Because you love me."
MOM:
So you want to know how, and why you were sent.
Well this is the way, your birthday went.
For the fourth birth plan, on my drawing board.
I requested a son from, Jesus our Lord.
I will send you a jewel, that's what I'll do.
He answered my prayer, and then came you.
"My baby boy, my pride and joy.
It hurts so good, I knew it would."
PUSH!
"Whole bottom sore, had three before.
I want my son, I'm back for more."
PUSH!
"This kid will be smart, he's got a big head.
He'll be a genius, I might be DEAD! OW!"
PUSH!
"It's not as bad as it may seem.
I can't explain it, so I'll just, SCREAM!"
PUSH!
Holler, bellow, cry and shout.
"Okay kid, squeeze your baby butt out."
PUSH!
"I hope this isn't death, and I'm just out of breath.
When the pain went away, I heard somebody say."
"IT'S A BOY."
ME:
"Hey, Mom. I promise to pay you back with, respect, obedience,
and honor for the rest of my life. You are the best mom I could ever have.
You are like this life God gave me. I'll never have but one.
One mom, one life. And I thank our Lord, Jesus, that He blessed me;
with both of these through you, Mom." I'll always love, YOU, my mother."
Mom:
"I love you too, Son. Now: while I fix your dinner;
you can rake the leaves, mow the lawn, take out the trash, etc."
Me:
"I'll be right on it, Mom. If you say so...it's off to work I'll go.
See you at dinner. You're a true winner."
| Author Notes | God told me to: "Honor my father and my mother, that my days may be long upon the land which He is giving me." And I will obey Him, and them too. |
By rhonnie69
Penny found pennies on the ground.
What shall I do with these pennies I found?
A penny for church tithing, I must obey the rule.
A penny for offering, while I'm in Sunday school.
A penny for Mommy, one for Dad.
A penny for my kitten, and my brother, Brad.
A penny for Gramma, to buy necklace beads.
A penny for Grampa, for glasses he needs.
A penny for the family that lives next door.
A penny for Patches the hobo, I must help the poor.
A penny for my teacher, who taught me to read.
A penny for "Tweet" my canary, to buy birdseed.
A penny for the policeman who works at the jail.
A penny for the mailman who brings us our mail.
A penny for the fireman, who puts out fires.
A penny for the electrician who works on our wires.
A penny for our lifeguard, who works in the sun.
A penny for our baker, to bake me a bun.
A penny for candy, one for gum.
A penny for ice cream, yummy yum yum.
A penny for our dentist, of whom I'm afraid.
A penny for our physician, so she will be paid.
A penny for the movies, and treats while I'm there.
A penny for "Grizzly," my cuddly teddy bear.
There's two pennies left, here's what I'll do.
I'll keep one for saving...
"AND GIVE ONE TO YOU."
| Author Notes | "Sharing is caring. What more can I say: except that its helping people: GOD'S WAY." |
By rhonnie69
Here and now lives a loved girl named, Wendy.
Wendy stays busy teaching Auntie colors.
First she feeds her breakfast to the pink pixie
who lives in her tummy.
Wendy's pixie likes her food.
So Wendy keeps her fed.
After breakfast
Wendy cleans her fingers with white soap.
Swish-swash splash-wash goes her hands.
Then brush-a-brush pasty-mush her red toothbrush goes.
Wendy shows Auntie how to her pick out her clothes.
NEXT.
She teaches Auntie how to wash her brown puppy, Bow Wow,
in bobbing blue bubbles.
Then Wendy takes Auntie and her puppy for a walk in the green park.
Wendy shows Auntie how to feed the ducks.
Then she teaches Auntie how to buy ice cream.
She shows her which colors are the most yummy.
Wendy teaches Auntie how to fly a big red kite.
Then she shows Auntie how to buy balloons.
Wendy buys three balloons.
A pink one, a yellow one, and an orange one please,
she says to the jolly clown that she sees.
Wendy shows Auntie how to chase a yellow butterfly.
And now to watch it float away in the sunny blue sky.
She teaches Auntie how to watch her tumble in the green grass,
with her brown puppy through a rainbow in the sprinkler mist.
She shows Auntie how to see tadpoles in the frog pool.
And how to peek under a white toad stool.
She teaches Auntie how to pick a purple violet for Mom.
Auntie gets tired
Wendy teaches Auntie how to catch a big gray bus.
She shows Auntie a white schoolhouse as they ride pass.
"Look, Auntie, I will go to kindergarten there soon;
because I'm five."
She shows Auntie their house.
"Look, Auntie, see our big red house."
Wendy and her puppy darts off the bus;
Auntie poking behind.
Wendy and Bow-Wow dash through the front door,
"Welcome home," says Auntie's red parrot.
Mom came from the kitchen.
"Oh my; what a pretty purple violet, Wendy."
"Auntie picked it, Bow Wow licked it, and I brought it home to you, Mom.
To say...
"WE LOVE YOU."
"Thank you," Mom said poking the flower with her nose.
Everybody laughed.
Mom's cheeks were red.
Wendy's cheeks were red.
Auntie's cheeks were red.
My cheeks were red.
And Bow Wow...well...his cheeks were brown.
But he was happy too.
| Author Notes | I wrote this children's, read with me, (picture) story book with inspiration from, "Little Golden Books." If they publish it I will let my FanStory family know. I'll be certain that I mention you guys in the book's acknowledgements notes. Love ya' |
By rhonnie69
One frosty winter day Sean looked out the window.
The ground was blanketed with snow.
"Wonderful!" He said, "I'll build a snowboy."
"I'll use cherries for his eyes, a banana for his nose,
and different colored jellybeans for his smile."
When Sean finished, the snowboy was unhappy.
"You forgot my ears, Sean."
"Oops, How about I use ears of corn?"
"I beg your pardon. I can't hear you, Sean."
Sean used ears of corn and gave his snowboy ears.
"Now can you hear me, snowboy?"
"Thank you, Sean. Yes. I hear you loud and clear."
"Sorry 'bout that, snowboy.
I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT EARS."
"Now, where are your ears?" Asked the snowboy.
Sean touched his ears. "Here," he answered,
"can't you see them?"
"Yes. I can see your ears, Sean,
but your parents say that you never use them.
You never listen to them.
NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT EITHER, HUH, SEAN?"
"Dad and Mom said that?"
"Yes."
"How come I've never heard Dad and Mom say that?"
"Your parents say that you don't hear
much of anything that they say to you. Why not Sean?"
"Well...they're always giving me, time outs.
I don't wanna hear that. They send me to my room,
for punishment. It doesn't really bother me at all."
"Why not Sean?"
"Well...I get so tied up playing in my room,
that when time is back in, I don't wanna come out;
and I haven't learned anything from it...they say."
"Why don't you suggest that you three begin a parents'--son day?"
"A parents' Sunday?"
"No. A parents'--Son day. A day when the three of you
get together and share a big group hug. They'll like that.
You'll learn to like it too. It'll end up being every day."
"Dad and Mom are always hugging each other,
maybe I should squeeze in sometime, huh?"
"How about at all times, Sean?"
"That's a terrific idea. I'd be on my best behavior
at those times; cut down on the time outs a little bit."
"Listen to them, Sean. Pay attention to them.
Take their advise. Be on your best behavior;
especially when they're not around.
That'll cut out the time outs altogether."
"Yeah. Because they'll like that, huh, snowboy?"
"You'll like that too, Sean."
"Yes. I'd like that too. And guess what, snowboy.
To be honest, I HAVE learned something from my time outs."
"Do you mind sharing, Sean?"
"My punishment; My fault...
My timeouts shows me that Dad and Mom
are only trying to teach me how to behave myself, the right way.
And guess what else, I've learned, snowboy"
"What else have you learned, Sean"
"Time outs and all...Dad and Mom love me."
| Author Notes | "Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you." EXODUS 20:12. |
By rhonnie69
I love my baby sister.
God knows how much I've missed her.
I've never understood;
how goodbye could be good?
A man's not supposed to cry.
That's not true, that's a lie.
It hurts me; OH! THE PAIN.
My tears fall down just like the rain.
As somber as a man can be.
I penned my sister's eulogy.
"My dear baby sister:
I cannot touch you.
But I can feel you.
I cannot talk with you.
But I can speak to you.
I cannot look upon you.
But I can see you.
I cannot hear you.
But your voice is in my ear.
I cannot hug you.
But my spirit can embrace yours.
I can never forget you.
But I can forever remember you.
****************************
In somber memory of our baby sister:
Although you're far above us now.
We will always remember.
The continuing, the enduring through all time:
YOUR EVERLASTING EMBER.
From your family and friends:
WITH LOVE ALWAYS.
| Author Notes | Our Father; in Heaven. Hallowed be Your Name. Your Kingdom come. Your will be done. On earth as it is in Heaven. Thank you, Jesus; for blessing us with our baby sister. |
By rhonnie69
When Jamie was five, and a half, and closer to six,
he went to the parlor to read his favorite storybook.
Emily, his auntie heard him laughing,
and talking to someone.
Auntie knew that there was no one there except Jamie. She peeked in.
"Who are you playing with?" She asked with a smile.
"Sparkle," Jamie answered, "Do you see him? He's a friendly faun.
"Oh Yes. I see him," she said, "he's a big boy; like you."
Jamie was excited. He jumped for joy.
"He popped right out of my story book, Auntie,
and into the parlor. Just to play with me."
"WOW!" Auntie exclaimed, "he looks just like you."
"At the top," said Jamie, "but at the bottom, he's half goat.
He won't let grownups see him, unless they're kind to kids."
"I see him," Auntie giggled, "he's cute. Just like you."
"He wants you to hug him," said Jamie.
Auntie gave Sparkle a big loving hug.
"Thank you," said Sparkle, "Jamie tells me that you are kind.
And he's right. I'll come to visit you both, every day.
For now, farewell."
At that, Sparkle jumped back into Jamie's story book.
"Sparkle is clever," said Jamie, "he says that if you are kind,
you can see childlike secret things."
"Sparkle is right," said Auntie, "and now we will both see him every day."
Jamie gave Auntie a big loving hug.
"Doesn't that make you glad, Auntie?"
"I'm delighted, Jamie. Kindness is being gentle, it's being good,
to kids, and to everyone, every day. Right, Jamie?"
"Yes, Auntie. Like Mom always says.....
They both spoke together....."KINDNESS...PASS IT ON."
Then they both laughed together.
| Author Notes | I wrote this children's story not only for our children, but for the many grownups who love our God, Jesus, and desire to shepherd the hearts of our offspring. God help us all. |
By rhonnie69
Third finger, left hand.
Band of gold.
Faithful married man.
| Author Notes | "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY." |
By rhonnie69
I'm a little wee tot,
Yes that's me.Tiny tot pee a lot,
Ask Mommy.
I have a little pee pot.
Just for me. Where training tot,
takes a squat, and sprinkle pee pee.
When it gets all filled up, Mommy shout.
When I "TIP IT OVER AND POUR IT OUT.
| Author Notes | "Daddy laughs. Then he sings that song to me." |
By rhonnie69
I bite my toenails.
I sit on my bed,
In an Indian pose.
I touch my nose with my toes.
"Oh!" I shake. "Ooou!" I shudder,
Smells like...peanut butter.
I lie on my back,
Walk my feet up the wall.
I wriggle my toes,
And up, they crawl.
I do the moon walk,
To get back down.
That's how I get my feet on the ground.
I'm just about to bite my toenails again.
My door swings open. Mom peeks in.
"Hi, Mom."
| Author Notes | Sometimes fun while on, "Time Out," is more fun than getting myself put on, "Time Out." |
By rhonnie69
Sweeping snowflakes bustle about my cozy home,
As I watch summer doze.
Snowfall curls in gusty swirls,
Whisk the ducks' pond froze.
Frigid winds are kicking,
Maple boughs are clicking,
Mr. Frosty chilling below.
Jolly-fat, tall black hat,
The "coolest," gentleman you'll know.
Corncob pipe, carrot nose,
A whistling breeze,
His neck scarf blows.
Breakfast was hot, upon my bowl,
I'm finished, it's all gone.
Daydream view from my window,
My glistening snow-clad lawn.
I'm a big kid now, but none the less,
Mom insisted on helping me dress.
Pink hair bow, my finishing touch,
I like how I look, very much.
Flashing curls, shining swirls,
Matching the day outside.
Book bag stuffed with my school books,
Complements my pride.
| Author Notes |
WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER, OR FALL. I'M UP AND OUT AT THE SCHOOL BELL'S CALL.
RAIN, SHINE, SLEET, OR SNOW. IT'S OFF TO SCHOOL, AND AWAY I GO. |
By rhonnie69
Night skies have starry eyes,
watching over me.
Each breath I take,
each move I make,
the stars above they see.
Mommy said that overhead,
the stars are there to love me.
And the greatest love I'll ever get,
is from the sky above me.
I'll believe my mom, until to be a star I'll go,
to play up high up in the sky, to sparkle and to glow.
The stars are always watching me,
to show me that they care.
Even in the daylight, every star is there.
The sun is a star, the brightest star I see.
Day skies have starry eyes, watching over me.
The stars are always shining,
this I know is true.
Every star is watching me,
and they're watching over you.
Starlight, star bright, every star you see day or night,
on high, they're staring back at you,
"YES," each star can see your loved ones too.
No matter where you live.
No matter who you are.
No matter what your name is...
"You're God's shinning star."
Our God loves me and He loves you. And "YES," He loves our loved ones too.
Our Lord is our shepherd.
| Author Notes | Mommy said: "Trust our God with all your heart. And lean not upon your own understanding" |
By rhonnie69
I do believe, that you can perceive,
That I'm situated, dedicated,
In love with you.
Lady I've heard you say,
Every step of the way.
True love... forever...ending never...never fading away.
After all that you and I've been through,
Good times and bad times too.
I know that we're going to make it.
Together we stand, separated we fall.
If we're sincerer, face the mirror, we can stand tall.
With a love that is true,
Girl I want only you.
I'll open the door,
That will change your,
Gray skies to blue.
After all that you and I've been through,
Good times and bad times too.
I know that we're going to make it.
I know you' re wondering if I wrote this song to you.
I know you're wondering when and why,
It's devoted, it's no lie,
To who? ... Only you.
Ooooh! The girl you see in the mirror on the wall.
Girl can't you see,
The right guy is me.
That I adore you,
I am for you,
PERMANENTLY.
These things you will realize,
If you'll just open your eyes.
Girl...you will see.
That you and me.
After all that you and I've been through,
Good times and bad times too.
"WE'RE GOING TO MAKE IT IN SPITE OF ALL, LOVE."
Cordially: me.
| Author Notes |
"WHAT GOD HAS JOINED TOGETHER LET NOT MAN SEPARATE." See in your Holy Bible:
MARK 10 : 9. |
By rhonnie69
I clean my room. I fold my clothes.
I change my socks. I blow my own nose.
I groom my head. I make my bed.
But my parents notice my twin brother's abilities instead.
Kevin is ten. So am I. I thought they loved him the most,
So I asked them, WHY?
They gave me time to talk to them in privacy.
They both sat down to talk with me.
My words were soft. My cheeks were red.
Blinking through tears, here's what I said.
"You always notice Kevin. He's all you ever see.
Does this mean you love Kevin more than you love me?"
With me in the middle, we sat on my bed.
Mom kissed my cheek, as Dad rubbed my head.
"We always notice the things that you do.
We don't love Kevin any more than we love you."
Your brother came to us shortly before you came today.
You two are the same. You think the same way."
"His words were soft. His cheeks were red too.
His eyes were watery. And he sounded like you.
He sat in the middle. We sat on his bed.
Blinking through tears, here's what he said."
"You always notice Devin. He's all you ever see.
Does this mean you love Devin, more than you love me?"
| Author Notes | My love will never get deeper. I am my brother's keeper. |
By rhonnie69
Here and now lives a poor toy maker. He has two sons. He has a clever son. And he has a never son.
His younger son, Quyan has learned from his dad. He is as good a toy maker as his father. Quyan works
every day making new toys.
Sly, his brother is lazy. He's never made toys. He never does anything but eat and sleep.
Quyan makes tennis shoes, and sneakers for basketball. He makes sneakers that help you run as fast as
a jet, and jump as high as a rocket. Sly goes barefooted. He's too lazy to make shoes. Not even for
himself.
One day Quyan made a special pair of sneakers. Whoever wears these sneakers can go anyplace
they wish, Quyan thought. At that, he put them on and tied them tight.
Suddenly Quyan began to run. Up he ran. In a flash the sky was beneath his feet.
Streets and roads below looked like ribbons netted upon green fields. Buildings of a large city looked like
the toy buildings in his father"s toy shop. Quyan saw crowds of people scurrying about like ants.
Trucks and cars looked like little speeding bugs.
"WOW!" Quyan exclaimed, "I'll have to make everybody a pair of sneakers like these."
Before Quyan could catch his breath he was darting toward a place that looked like Disney Land.
But it was much shinier. It sparkled like stars.
Quyan saw a highlighted footpath that led up a grass hill and right into the glittering place.
He jetted so swiftly along the daring footpath that his sneakers left puffy balls of smoke behind him.
Soon he came upon a little house. It was colored green. It's cherry-red roof was shaped like the letter, A.
A pretty lady opened the door and stepped out in front of Quyan. Screeech! Quyan came to a stop.
He stopped close enough to her to see his mother's sparkle in her smile. She smells like Mom's flower
garden, Quyan thought. She's got Mom's twinkle in her eyes. Wait! Wow! She looks like Mom.
"Hi," Quyan chimed, "you look like...like, Mom."
"Hi there," she replied, "I'm Mother Maiden. Your name is, Quyan. I've read about you in a good book.
You're a fine little boy. Welcome to my home. Please, stay for a while. Here, we can share sweet treats."
Quyan saw cookies and cakes. He saw all flavored shakes. There were chocolate bars, and
marshmallow stars. There were sodas to drink, and candy cotton pink. She had fresh milk, bread and
jelly. She's got all sorts of yummies for my belly, thought Quyan. No two were the same. Quyan tasted so
many, too many to name.
"I like your little house," Quyan said, "and all that's in it. YES! Mother Maiden, I'll stay for a minute."
"You may stay as my helper," she said, "and if you are a good worker, here and now, you can earn
blessings to take home and share with your family."
Quyan promised to be a good helper. And a hard worker too, like he was at home. And he kept his
promise.
"You must rake our leaves. When I ask you to. You must water the flowers," said Mother Maiden.
"When you water our flowers up here, rain will fall on earth and water the flowers there."
Quyan listened to Mother Maiden. He raked their leaves. He helped her paint their little blue fence.
Then he turned their lawn sprinklers on and taught their puppy how to wrestle in the grass while tumbling
in the spray. He fed the puppy and the kitten. And he watered their flowers when Mother Maiden asked
him to. This made rain fall on earth and water our flowers here. Quyan helped every day, at home and
while he was away. Mother Maiden loved Quyan. She treated him like he was her son. This made him
obey her even more. Then one day while they were on a picnic, Quyan said....
"Mother Maiden I love you. You're my friend. You've been kind to me. Thank you. I've had a wonderful
time living with you. But I miss Mom, Dad, and Sly. Would you mind if I go home to them?"
"Not at all, Quyan, I was about to suggest that you do just that. But before you go, dear boy,
She led Quyan to a great door. When it opened he saw a light that was as bright as the sun.
The light was warm. It led to the place where Quyan lived. When Quyan walked through the
doorway coins of pure gold rained upon him like April showers. They stuck to his clothes until he was
completely covered with gold.
"You've been a faithful helper," said Mother Maiden. This is your reward for working to help your family,
and for helping me. Thank you, Quyan."
"You're welcome, I'm sure," Quyan, replied. After they hugged and said good-by Quyan darted home
quicker and happier than I can say. There he met his father, mother, and his brother walking to meet him.
When they saw Quyan covered with gold they couldn't believe their eyes.
"Mother Maiden rewarded me for working, and helping," Quyan said. "Here and now, we never have to
be poor again. You take the gold, Dad and Mom. You may have some too, Sly." The light in Quyan's smile
was shinning like the sun.
Sly became so jealous of Quyan that didn't join in on his family's group hug. His face frown was uglier
than it had ever looked.
"Phew!," said Sly, "I'll get my own golden coins. I'll get a bunch more than Quyan got. Just wait.
You'll see. And I ain't sharing my gold with nobody but me."
"THE NEVER SON."
Here and now Sly decides to steal Quyan's sneakers. One day while no one was around that's exactly
what Sly did. He put them on and tied them tight. The same thing that happened to Quyan, happened to
Sly. He found himself outside the little red house. Sly banged on the door.
"YO! Where are you, Mother Muck or what ever your stupid name is? How about some gold for me?
An ugly old lady appeared in the window. "Come on in," she laughed with a cackle, "you'll get yours."
Sly was uglier than the witch, so he wasn't afraid of her. He hurried inside. Sly didn't see any sweet treats.
He saw black cats, and red-eyed vampire bats. They buzzed around his head. Fanning his hands to shoo
them away he asked....
"Where's my gold, you ugly lady old?"
"First...you must work."
"Phooey. I ain't doing no work."
"Then you're not getting any gold."
"No? Why not? You gave Quyan gold."
"I gave Quyan an opportunity to earn gold. He chose to take advantage of the opportunity, and that's
what he did'"
Sly's voice sounded like he was sucking a lemon. "And that's what he did," he mocked wrinkling his
face. "Well what so special did he do?"
"Quyan worked for his gold."
"That half witted little moron, that's all he ever does. Work, work, work, he works my nerves.
What kind of stupid work has Silly Willy done this time?" What do you want from me?'
"First of all, my dear child, you stole Quyan's sneakers. You must return them to him with your apology.
Here and now promise you'll never steal again, Sly. You said that you ain't doing no work. You must
promise to work to help people help people. And you must never ever say ain't again."
"Bah, you sound like Mom. I get loads of that kind of mushy-mess at home, and from my teacher at
school. Don't give me that. Give me gold, gold I say. Give me gold."
"I'm your teacher too, telling you things like that, my dear."
Sly threw his hands in the air and kicked up a cloud of dust.
"Okay. Okay. What do I have to do so you'll give me some of your dumb gold?"
The lady pointed to the water hose in the garden.
"First, you must water the flowers."
Sly mumbled and grumbled. He pretended to water the flowers. But as soon as the lady went in the
house, he quit. He curled up in the grass and fell into a deep lazy sleep. His snoring pierced the lady's
ears. When Sly woke up and went inside the lady asked....
"Did you water the flowers?"
"Of course. I watered the flowers. Now where's my gold, prune face?" Make that loads of your gold.
Give it to me, now, Mother Mud. Let me have it."
"Coming right up," she laughed through her long pointed green nose. Her nose grew longer.
It grew sharper. And the big wart on it grew bigger.
She led Sly to the great door. When it opened the night was as black as pitch out side.
Sly remembered what Quyan said happened when he walked through the doorway. He hurried to pass
through.
YES! lazy Sly got his reward. Black mud poured down on his head. The sticky gooey mess spread out
over him from his head to his toes.
"They don't call me Mother Muck for nothing," the old lady laughed.
HERE and NOW, thick gooey black mud still covers Sly's lazy body. And it will never come off as long
as he lies and steals, as long as he's mean. and as long as he says, ain't.
| Author Notes | Work will adjust itself to time that is allotted for it. |
By rhonnie69
Spring rains make flowers bloom. But they also make thunder boom.
Sometimes they play fair. Sometimes they cheat.
They make splashing mud puddles over every street.
Your mom has just bought you your favorite pair of sneakers.
Raindrops falling on your head strike you like leaky creepers.
Your sneakers are brand new; your favorite color, white.
Outside, muddy water is splashing from left to right.
"Be careful," said mom, "do you know what I mean?"
"Yes, Mom, when I'm out, I should keep my sneakers clean."
Keeping sneakers clean, in muddy watered alleys,
Can be like keeping a mountain's streams from flowing to its valleys.
On your way home from school, you take shortcuts through alleys.
They're fun, because you feel like you're exploring mountains and valleys.
OH! The wind takes a girl's rain cap. You chase it to help.
Hopping and skipping between puddles, you gasp, you yelp.
You fetch it before it tumbles upon a railroad track.
You shake off the mud, and to her rush it back.
Peeking down at your sneakers, to see how they are,
To your relief, okay...so far.
You see a bus coming, splashing your way.
A little old lady from the far side, you hear her say,
"Stop that bus! Please! Don't let it pass me by!"
You're not sure that you can, but you certainly try.
You jet through traffic, stopped at a red light.
With waving hands, you catch the bus driver's sight.
You help the lady, cross the street.
She smiles at you, she says, "You're so sweet."
You help her up the steps, and on the bus.
"Thank you," she beams.
You say, "I did it for us."
The bus splashes away. A passing truck makes a wave.
You hop behind a hydrant, your sneakers to save.
A man passing by asks, "Are you alright?"
"I suppose I am, my sneakers are still white."
Gutters gurgle, with rising foam.
Enough, you think. I'd better get home.
You leap. You skip. You stumble. you slip.
"OH SNAP!" You exclaim. "This is a trip!"
You dash down a steep hill, you race up your street.
Your eyes scan your house, then inspect your feet.
You're so close to home, yet too far.
Another glance at your sneakers, to see how they are.
Up the brick steps, that lead to your door.
"WHEW!" Home sweet home, fret no more.
The house smells of dinner, Mother is cooking.
She "POPS" from the kitchen.
And "YES, SHE'S LOOKING."
"Your wonders never cease," is the first thing she said.
"There's muck on your shoulders, and mud on your head.
There's dirt in your ears, and mire in your clothes.
Your hands are grubby, and there's grime on your nose."
"My baby's going to come. And my baby's going to go.
But where my baby's been, I'm afraid to know."
"School, where you sent me, is where I have been.
However, there's been adventure, I got myself in."
"But I've tried to do good, I've tried to do right.
I've tried to keep solace, and my sneakers clean and white."
"Look at them, Mom, tell me if you might.
Aren't they white like you like them, and tied neatly tight?"
Mom hugs you lovingly, in spite of the grub.
With a smooch from her smacker, she says,
"NOW! OFF TO THE TUB!"
Visions of your sneakers, dash through your head.
That night as you slumber, upon your cozy bed.
Moon glows through your window; this is what you see.
White sneakers on the carpet, just below me.
Waiting for me, until morning ends the night,
Loyal attachment....."LIGHT BRIGHT."
| Author Notes | As sure as the sun shines: there's going to be a little rain sometimes. Don't let it get you down. |
By rhonnie69
In the deepest depths of the ocean
At the bottom of the sea
Lives a prudent mermaid
As pretty as she can be
Her husband's heart can trust her
She leads a noble life
Her worth is more than riches
She's a virtuous wife
She willingly works to help him
She labors with her hands
She's like a merchant's ship
That brings food from far away lands
She rises from her pillow
Before the morning light
She fixes him his breakfast
She's sure to make it right
She spends money wisely
Buys only what they need.
Then she plants a vineyard
By sowing wisdom seed
She respects her husband's earnings
She regards them as good
She always helps the needy
Because she knows she should
She's not afraid of snow
Because her household she has prepared
Home is what she calls her house
Where the warmth of love is shared
She opens her mouth with wisdom
Her words are gentle and kind
She always says just what she means
Just what's on her mind
I'm faithful to my husband
I cherish him says she
Nobody wants to be Aquaman
Nobody else but he
Don't they know that Aquamam is king of the sea?
Is there any wonder why he's as happy as he can be?
Nobody wants to be Aquaman
Because nobody knows about me."
By rhonnie69
It was a cozy sunny day in early spring on Strawberry Hill.
Betty bear, Eddie bear, and I, Teddy bear,
were playing in the green grass near a trickling stream.
Mother bear stood in the middle of the stream fishing.
She caught a big fish.
It wiggled, and it squirmed.
But it couldn't break free from mother's claws.
Mother splashed out of the stream,
and dropped the fish in the grass at our feet.
It flipped and flopped, and flopped and flipped.
Betty hopped on top of it.
But it squirted from under her tumbling body:
and, "PLOP!"
It landed on my head.
My little paws couldn't hold it.
It was too slippery and too big.
Eddie couldn't catch it.
It twisted too much, and flipped too fast.
We stumbled and tumbled every which of way.
But we just couldn't catch that slippery fish.
As we bounced about, elbowing, and kneeing each other,
Mother clapped her hands and laughed.
"Go Betty. Go Eddie. Go Teddy." She said with a chuckle.
It took the three of us together to catch the fish and hold it.
And it took all three of us to eat the big fish.
Then we took a refreshing drink from the stream.
After lunch we followed mother back to our cave.
Poppa bear was at work.
Mother bear curled up into a giant-sized ball of fur and fell asleep.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep," cried Betty, "we slept all last winter.
Welcome sweet spring time.
I want to go out and play and have fun now."
"Yeah, me too," I agreed.
"Me three," said Eddie.
I ran outside and looked across the stream to the horizon.
"Hey, Let's go over there, to where the sky touches the grass," I suggested.
"I want to see where Mr. Sun ducks to hide from the dark."
"Me too," said Eddie.
"Me three," said Betty.
"I wonder what he's looking for when he's peeking through our window,
and smiling at us," said Eddie.
"Let's go ask him," I said, "I'll go."
"Me too," said Betty.
"Me three...wait. We're not going to cross the stream. Are we?"
asked Eddie. "Mother said we should never..."
"We're all, nine," Betty said, "and we're as big as all day and as old as all night.
Nine, is old and big enough. Let's go."
Eddie glanced over at mother who was fast asleep.
He lowered his voice.
"Does that mean we're big and old enough to go out without Mother with us?"
"Oh, Absitively, I mean, posilutely, or...well...what ever..." exclaimed Betty,
"As long as we're home before Mr. Sun ducks where the sky touches the grass
to hide from the dark, Mother won't mind."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I know lots of stuff."
"Oh yeah? What makes you know so much?" asked Eddie.
"I'm clever, because I'm a girl, like Mother.
"Yeah. But Mother is a big girl." I said.
"Oh, that's only because she stuffs herself with all sorts of yucky food.
Then, she's too full...so...then she passes up her desert.
Plus she takes naps, when she can be out running and having fun.
Eating all her food off her plate, and doing boring stuff, has her all puffed up.
Hey look. If you two are coming, follow your leader. I'm going.
I'm out. See ya',"
Betty started running to where the sky touches the grass.
"Yo! Wait up. I'm going too," I said chasing after Betty.
"I'm going three," said Eddie racing at my heels.
Mr. Sun looked like a smiling face in the sky
as he watched us scamper across the trickling stream,
up...and to the very top of Strawberry Hill.
We hadn't run but a hop, skip, and a jump,
before we saw a beehive.
We had heard Poppa bear tell us
scary tales about beehives, but we had never seen one.
We crept closer to get a better look at it.
"Whoooah!" said Eddie, "this looks like a..."
"Bee's hive?" I asked.
"We better scram," said Betty.
"Wait." I said, "poppa bear said there's honey in these things."
"Yeah," said Eddie, "I wonder if..."
"We better scram," said Betty.
Eddie reached out and touched it.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"We better scram," said Betty.
"Should I stick my finger in that little hole in it?" asked Eddie.
I looked at Betty.
"Should he stick his finger in tha..."
"We better scram," said Betty.
Eddie plucked the hive with his thumb.
It wobbled...but just a little.
"We better scram," said Betty.
Lucky for us, the bees were away. But to our surprise.
"Hi there," a friendly voice called.
Suddenly out of the hive buzzed a baby bee.
"My name is Bumble. What are your names?"
"Teddy," I replied.
"I'm Betty."
"And I'm Eddie. Wanna' play with us?"
"Sure. But I don't think that would be a good idea." Bumble answered.
"Why? You're friendly," I said.
"Oh yes. I am. But my folks are not."
"We better scram," said Betty.
"Your folks aren't friendly? Why?" I asked.
"They're not really unfriendly.
They just don't trust anyone who comes near the hive.
So...they chase them away."
"We better..."
"Shhhh, BETTY," I said.
"Where are your folks now?" I asked.
"They're out collecting nectar from flowers so we can make honey."
"WOW!" said Betty. Honey? May we taste some? Please.
Do you have any you can spare?"
"Sure thing. We've got plenty honey, right here in the hive.
Help yourselves."
We scooped up the honey and licked it from our paws.
"Yummy! This is delicious! Thank you, Bumble."
"You're welcome, I'm sure,"
"What do you do for fun?" asked Betty.
"Mommy says that I'm too little to go with them so...
I just... stay here and wait for them to return."
"That doesn't sound like very much fun," I said.
"It isn't. I'm really glad you guys came today.
You're my friends. You're fun. I wish you could stay all day."
"Okay," said Eddie, "wish comes true. We stay and play all day."
"Ooooo, how wonderful," said Bumble,
"but you'd better leave now, while there's still time.
When my folks come...they come quickly."
"We better scram," said Betty.
"Let's play just one game before they return." said Eddie.
"Super," Bumble agreed, "what'll we play?"
"Let's play, dash around the tree," I suggested.
"How do we play?" asked Bumble.
"You, Eddie, and Betty dash around a tree." I said.
"I'm, IT. I chase behind you.
The one that I catch, becomes IT, and becomes the chaser,
because they got caught."
Bumble laughed gleefully and buzzed swiftly around the nearest tree.
Eddie ran behind Bumble.
Betty giggled and darted behind Eddie
I dashed behind Betty chasing closely in her footsteps.
We played until we were out of breath.
Then we all fell down in the grass.
Everyone was huffing, puffing, and laughing.
"You're fun," said Bumble, "where do you live?"
"We live with Mother," said Betty.
"Here," I said, "on Strawberry Hill."
"We live in a cave, just over the stream," said Eddie.
"Wow," said Bumble, "You guys certainly have a fine fun family.
I like. I like."
"We sort of like you too, Bumble," I said.
"Wow!," said Eddie, "your hive is real neat, Bumble.
May we take a closer look?"
"He means can we have a look inside," said Betty.
"Of course," said Bumble, "but you must hurry, and...wait...
maybe you should go. NOW! LOOK!" Bumble cried.
"They're coming! RUN! HURRY! While there's still a little time."
Away we all scurried, a zillion buzzing bees swarming and chasing after us.
THEN...SURPRISE!
We raced right into a ducks' pond.
In our excitement, We never saw it.
Suddenly we went from dashing to splashing.
The bees turned back. and disappeared.
With our feet hopping in the mud at the pond's bottom,
our heads bobbed above the surface of the water.
"WOW! That was close," a friendly voice cried.
We saw a duckling floating in the pond.
"Hello," he said, "my name is, Lucky. What are your names?"
"She's Betty, he's Eddie, and I'm Teddy. Hello, Lucky."
"You guys are lucky. What was all that about? I mean, the bees."
We dragged ourselves out of the pond and stood dripping in the grass.
"We were over at Bumble's place. The bees chased us away." I replied.
"Bumble? Who's...?
"He's a baby bee, our friend.," said Eddie.
"I see," said Lucky, "let's all be friends."
"Don't forget about me," Bumble called, buzzing into view.
"Are you guys okay?"
"Not really," I replied, "we're soggy, wet and all. We're muddy.
And there's honey stuck in our fur.
Mother's going to get bent all out of shape."
"What will we tell Mother? I cried.
"And it's got to be good." said Eddie.
"And it's got to be a lot," said Betty.
"I've got a great idea," Lucky offered,
"you can all take a bath, before your mother sees you."
"Ugggh, take a bath. I don't know that that's such a great idea." I said.
"If Mother sees us like this," said Eddie, "she gives us a bath."
"And she'll scold us," said Betty. "She'll scrub us,
and wash behind our ears. OW!"
"You know Mother too," I said, "I say we take our own bath,
before she sees us.
"Teddy has a better idea than letting Mother do it," said Betty.
"Let's go home and sneak a bath."
"Teddy's right." buzzed Bumble.
We all agreed and went home to sneak a bath.
We crawled through the bathroom window,
and slid into a tub of warm soapy water. Sploosh! Splish! Splash!
Somehow...I suppose...we used a bit too much bubble bath soap.
Bouncing bubbles filled the bathroom.
We couldn't see each other.
After giving and taking a few awkward poking elbows I said lowly.
"Something tells me we've goofed up here."
"I'll open the window," said Eddie,
maybe some of these bubbles will float out."
Eddie climbed up on the window sill to try and slide the window up.
Betty cautioned. "Watch out for the..."
Eddie accidentally knocked a flower pot off the window sill.
It went smashing to the floor. CRASH!!!
"Never mind," said Betty with a sigh.
"Dear me," exclaimed Mother, "what was that?"
She opened the door and saw all the bubbles.
She fanned enough of them out of her face,
to see Eddie up on the window sill.
She heard splashing in the tub.
"My!" she cried, "It's nice to see that you've chosen to take a bath on your own.
I'm proud of you.
But, Eddie, why are you up on the window sill?"
Mother helped us with our baths.
While she was bathing us I told her everything that happened.
Then I asked...
"Are we in trouble, Mother?"
"You tell me," she answered, "if you think you are, tell me why.
Maybe I can help you."
"I guess you can, Mother." I replied.
"You can help me too," said Betty.
"Me three," said Eddie.
Mother started saying stuff like she always say after we've goofed up.
"You've told me the truth. Great. You were smart enough,
to try to get out of trouble on your own. Wonderful.
But you must always remember, children."
"It's better for you to let Mother know,
when you get yourselves into trouble.
That way, it is easier for her to help you get out of trouble when we all work together:
kind of like a...family a team."
If I counted how many times Mother told us stuff like that,
I would need all of my fingers, and I'd need both my thumbs,
and I'd need your fingers too.
"We're having a party," Mother said, "All of your friends are invited.
Tell your friends that they will all get a chance to tell how they get into trouble.
And how they try to get out of trouble on their own.
And then, tell everyone what happens next."
We three all somehow asked the same question at the same time.
"A PARTY?"'
We all looked at each other. Then we looked at Mother.
"A party? For all our friends and us too? Really, Mother?" I asked.
"This way," said Mother, "we can learn things from each other,
that will help us all get out of trouble, together."
Mother reached out and took all three of us in her arms.
She hugged us close to her. She felt warm...as always.
"There will be a surprise for the one who can eat the most cake and ice cream."
"I can," said Betty.
"I can," said Eddie.
"I can," I said eagerly.
We'll see," said Mother. "Now.
We'll all have to chip in and clean up this mess that we've made,
before Poppa bear comes home from work. Won't We?"
"I'll help," Betty said.
"I'll help too," Eddie said.
"I'll help three," I said.
When Poppa bear came home from work our bathroom was cleaned.
Betty, Eddie, and I were clean and fluffy like huggy bears.
So Poppa bear hugged us and Mother bear in one big family hug.
At our dinner table we told Poppa bear what happened to us,
on Strawberry Hill that day.
"Sooo," said Poppa bear.
"Today your troubles were like bubbles. You popped them with ease."
Poppa bear laughed with Mother bear. We laughed too.
"Our children deserve a party, Dear," said Mother bear.
"Yes," said Poppa bear. "And they may invite all of their friends."
Everyone came.
Even Mother bear and Poppa bear.
| Author Notes | WE LEARN WHAT WE LIVE. THEN WE LIVE WHAT WE'VE LEARNED. |
By rhonnie69
"Honey, I confess. It's my fault that you don't know, that I love our kids and you.
It's because of the way that I show, that I sincerely do.
With all my heart I've loved my family all along and still.
I solemnly say to each of you, that I forever will.
Honey, you've opened my eyes. Finally I se
What you meant for me to know when you said to me.
'You're always THERE for us. But you're never HERE, to reap.
All you do is GO to work, come home eat and sleep.'
"But what about my jobs? You know that I've got three."
"And you know you've got three exemptions, two crumb-snatchers plus me."
"But when I come home I'm pooped. Honey, I am tired."
"Then as Daddy Hubby of this household, you've drooped.You're fired."
Mom winked at the kids. They all laughed...except Dad.
He blotted his brow with a napkin...his face looked really sad.
"I've drooped? What about all the times you had a head ache?
"That was during our honeymoon, for calling time out sake.
The meaning of my message to you was, give me a break."
"Speaking of a break, don't fire me give me a break please."
"If you'll take the kids and me to dinner, and not to "Micky D' s.
"Okay. Where ever you guys want to go.
And I'm sorry I don't already know."
"What's more important Daddy Hubby you know that we love you.
And we all know that you, truly love us too."
I feel sorry for the wife and kids who don't have a man so true."
Dad knew that it was true that all the chips were down.
So they went out the door and headed for best place in town.
The kids were not impressed. They said. "Oh, Daddy please.
Let's all climb back in the car...and go to Micky D' s."
By rhonnie69
"Fear not precious flock."
"LET IT FALL."
| Author Notes | "Our parents are our shepherds." |
By rhonnie69
"Make your father and your mother be glad....
And make her who bore you rejoice."
| Author Notes | "Give your parents your heart. Honor your father and your mother...that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you." |
By rhonnie69
Wife.
"I've been thinking about getting a part time job."
Hubby.
"Working? Who? You?"
Wife.
"Yes...You."
Hubby.
"Me?"
Wife.
"Not me. You."
Hubby.
Me? Get a job.
I haven't given that much thought."
Wife.
Well...I have. There's an ad in today's paper.
Looking for an energetic laborer for local factory.
Lead pants need not apply."
Hubby.
"Well...I won't."
Wife.
"Oh yes. You will."
Hubby.
"I'm tired."
Wife.
"How can you possibly be tired?
All you do is sit around on your keester,
all day every day."
Hubby.
"What I meant is...eh...I'm RE-tired.
And by the way...what's for dinner?"
Wife.
"I'm tired."
Hubby.
"You're tired?"
Wife.
"Well...howz 'bout...I'm RE-tired.?
Hubby...on the phone...
Hello...eh...I'm interested in that job you got."
| Author Notes |
"Get into that kitchen and rattle them pots n pans."
I dreamed this up for Labor Day. |
By rhonnie69
Jill
"Hey, Mr. Wilson.
can we have our baseball back?"
MR. Wilson.
"Your baseball?"
Jack.
"Yeah. It's in your living room."
"Mr. Wilson.
"Your baseball is in my living room?"
Jill.
"Yep...our baseball flew right through
that hole that was already in your window."
| Author Notes |
Big sister to little brother: "Jack, I think Mr. Wilson is gonna call Mother."
|
By rhonnie69
Little Mr.
"Hey, Sis. Come...play with me."
Big Sister.
"Sure. But first, come...pray with me."
"Okay. What will we pray?"
"We pray together. JUST REPEAT AFTER ME."
"Holy Spirit."
"Holy Spirit."
"Thank you today."
"Thank you today."
"For your Holy and Precious word."
"For your Holy and Precious word."
"Without it we would fail."
"Without it we would fail."
"You have chosen to provide an invaluable weapon...
"You have chosen to provide an invaluable weapon...
to defeat every foe---Your Holy Word."
to defeat every foe---Your Holy word."
"Thank you for the example of Jesus...
"Thank you for the example of Jesus...
who used The Word to withstand the tempter...
who used The Word to withstand the tempter...
in the greatest crisis of His life."
in the greatest crisis of His life."
"Today, Birth in me, a new passion this very moment...
"Today, Birth in me, a new passion this very moment...
for Your Word."
for Your Word."
"Today, Reveal to me now, how important...
"Today, Reveal to me now, how important...
your Word is to my survival...
your Word is to my survival...
and my success."
and my success."
"Today, I expect my new focus and passion on Your Word...
"Today, I expect my new focus and passion on Your Word...
to change my heart, my circumstances, and my decision making...
to change my heart, my circumstances, and my decision making...
FOREVER."
FOREVER."
"In the Name of Jesus, I receive a new anointing...
"In the Name of Jesus, I receive a new anointing...
and a new passion for the Word of God...NOW."
and a new passion for the Word of God...NOW."
"AMEN."
"AMEN."
| Author Notes |
"AS TWICE AS NICE!!"
"Every word of God is pure. He is a shield unto them that put their trust in Him." "Every word of God is pure, He is a shield unto them that put their trust in Him." PROVERBS 30 : 5 *** Proverbs 30 : *** 5. "Rejoice in our God always...and again I say...Rejoice in our God always." PHILIPPIANS 4 : 4 *** PHILIPPIANS 4 : 4. "The family that prays together stays together." "The family that prays together stays together." "AS TWICE AS NICE! |
By rhonnie69
FATHERS:
"Do not provoke your children to wrath,
but bring them up in the training and admonishment
of the Lord."
EPHESIANS 6 : 4.
| Author Notes | Fathers to sons: "Hey, listen up guys..."Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful; But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in His law he meditates day and night." PSALMS chapter 1 : verses 1&2. |
By rhonnie69
"My fondest dream. When I grow up...
I want a girl just like the one that married Dad."
| Author Notes |
"Mom's my favorite girl.
She brought me in this world." |
By rhonnie69
"Dad is the lifter of my head.
He is the smartest man in the world...
Because he married Mom."
| Author Notes |
"Dad and Mom, roots to our family tree.
Joined in matrimony then came me." |
By rhonnie69
Man.
"I shall leave my father and mother and be joined to my wife...
And we shall become one flesh."
| Author Notes | "I love my rib. I shall call her woman...because she was taken out of me." |
By rhonnie69
"God made woman and brought her to man."
| Author Notes | "WOW! Thanx, God." |
By rhonnie69
"I don't need a chest
Full of gold."
"I just need someone,
To have and to hold."
| Author Notes |
"This is the story of...
This is the glory of... LOVE." |
By rhonnie69
UP-n-DOWN like a roller coaster ride,
Floating together side by side.
Every woman, man, girl, and boy,
Playing together OH! what joy.
I push you, then you push me.
Helping each other that's how it should be.
ONE FOR ALL. ALL FOR ONE.
ALL OF GOD'S PEOPLE
UNDER OUR SUN.
LOVE.
| Author Notes |
"Know that our Lord, He is God.
It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves. We are His people, and the sheep of His pasture. PSALMS chapter 100...at: verse 3 |
By rhonnie69
I can't count all of the stars,
No matter how hard I try.
I count all night, 'til morning light,
And there's still more in the sky.
My brother gets all A's in math,
I get all A's too.
Maybe we could count all the stars,
If we were as smart as you.
Starting with Mars we counted stars,
For ten nights in a row.
First night we counted a million,
And there were many more stars to go.
Second night we counted a billion,
There were plenty, many more.
Third night we counted a trillion,
Until our fingers were sore.
Fourth night we counted a quadrillion,
There were many more of them.
Fifth night we counted a quintillion,
Our count on a whim.
Sixth night we counted a sextillion,
There were still more stars to count.
Seventh night we counted a septillion,
To find out the amount.
Eighth night we counted an octillion,
There were still more stars up there.
Ninth night we counted a nonillion,
More twinkled in the air.
Tenth night we counted a decillion,
But that was not them all.
I can't imagine what would become of us,
If they should suddenly fall.
| Author Notes | "I'm just kidding...so don't you be forbidding." |
By rhonnie69
One day when Adam wakened,
From his carefree rest...
With Eve snugly sleeping
upon his cozy chest...
He exhaled out a sigh,
That sounded like, "WoW."
Then planted a kiss...
Upon Eve's brow.
She vaguely replied
And without a word...
She smiled a dreamy smile,
Still dozing she purred.
She whispered of love,
He asked, "What did you say?"
His wife didn't answer,
So he gently slipped away.
"I'm going to the waterfall,
To get a cool drink."
"I'll be back, honey,
As quick as a wink."
As Adam approached the waterfall,
A maiden did see him, and uttered a call.
"Hi there handsome, I've been waiting for you."
Adam was charmed by her amorous coo.
Lost for words and with nothing to say,
He scooped her up...and stole away.
A thousand years and numerous affairs later,
Adam thought...they're okay...but my Eve is greater.
I'm going back...OH...how I miss her.
I want to go home...and hug and kiss her.
Adam searched high and he hunted low,
Seeking his wife where he thought she might go.
He combed every inch of Eden's garden,
To find Eve and beg her pardon.
Finally one day in a placid blue lake,
He saw a maiden, a bath there to take.
He kept himself hidden...and watched for a minute.
As she spattered and splashed as she bathed within it.
Finally she emerged and strode across the sand.
The loveliest maiden in all Eden land.
Adam dashed forth to meet her,
Off her feet he swept her.
She cried. "I'm married You brute, turn me loose."
But he didn't he kept her.
"Eve, Eve, Honey it's me,
I'm Adam your husband, can't you plainly see?"
Eve ripped herself free and pushed him away.
And made fingers like claws to keep him at bay.
"If you are my husband prove it to me,
Stand perfectly still so that I can see."
Eve scanned Adam's body from head to toe,
Then she screamed, she wailed, and she cried, "OH NO!"
"Yooou...Oooo...Yooou...you infidel, you two-timing cheat,
You left me alone...you left me in heat."
"What you did to me is pathetic, a disgrace."
At that she slapped Adam's face.
"OW! What was that for?"
"To show you that you are the man I adore."
"But Eve, what I did was mindless,
I don't deserve your kindness."
Eve threw herself upon Adam's chest.
"My dearly beloved husband, you are the best."
"Where ever you did wander,
How far you did roam."
"To me what really matters,
I'm grateful you came home."
"I don't care where you came from.
It doesn't matter where you've been."
"Adam I still love you,
And I'll love you until the end."
| Author Notes |
Question:
How did Adam and Eve positively identity each other? Answer: Neither of them had a belly button. |
By rhonnie69
Jack and Jill, went up the hill.
Each with a buck and a quarter.
Jill came down with two and a half.
Do you think they went up for water?
| Author Notes | "There's was a thrill upon the hill. Jack and Jill got married at will. Jack yielded down and bowed his crown when he became HUBBY--DAD. Then he bestrew all that was due and gave Jill all he had." |
By rhonnie69
My Dear Lady Love:
Just like a watch has a mainspring, to keep it ticking,
our hearts are the mainsprings of our lives;
to keep our love forever kicking.
Isn't it wonderful how we can stay together;
through spring, and summer, autumn, fall, and also winter weather.
The best things in life are always the things that are free.
Oh, heart of my heart, without your sweet loving;
life would be nothing to me.
This letter is just a sweet preview.
It's a preview of me holding you near to me.
This is just a sweet preview.
It's a preview of me marrying you, dear lady.
In the drama of love.
We both have a part to play.
I'm willing, able, and ready;
To go all the way.
If we keep our wedding rings waiting;
they will get rusty.
If we put our love on the shelf;
it'll get dusty.
So let's not waste one moment;
Let's keep our love lives covered.
Let's keep rust and dust from settling;
on the happiness we've discovered.
The best things in life, are always the things that are free.
Oh, heart of my heart, without your sweet loving;
life would mean nothing to me.
OH, HEART OF MY HEART.
SINCERELY YOURS.....................me.
| Author Notes | Life will be ecstasy. You and me endlessly. Do I take you to be my lawful wedded wife? To love and to cherish, for the rest of my life. "I DO." |
By rhonnie69
I imagine that jumping off a cliff,
can be done for fun.
And since you think like I think,
I'm not the only one.
I imagine that I'll be okay,
as long as I'm tumbling down.
I imagine how it might feel,
when I hit the ground.
Okay okay, while jumping,
off a cliff, might be insane.
Then how about leaping,
from a soaring airplane?
WHO WOULD DO A CRAZY THING LIKE THAT?
"YOU, yes YOU,
You and me too.
We both know the danger
in what we're about to do.
Adventure awaits us,
my lifelong friend.
We can't see it now,
but it's just around the bend.
You and I have decided that,
sky diving will be a perk
But they'll call you demented,
and label me a jerk.
We've taken expert training.
We both have sky diving skills.
So let's go out and show them,
our sky gliding frills and thrills.
THIS IS OUR FIRST TIME UP.
The airplane engine is humming
Our hearts are wary and drumming.
THE CLOUDS ARE FAR BELOW.
THERE'S SPECTATORS DOWN THERE WE KNOW.
We're standing at the open jump door.
You ask me...
"What are you waiting for?"
You look at me, I look at you...
I say, "Ill jump first if you want me to."
I think once. I think twice.
Impatiently YOU, break the ice...
"JUMP!"
I pause...I say..."I'll jump...okay."
You nudge in front of me.
"Oh get out of my way."
You look up above us, as if to see hope.
You look down below us, as if to say nope.
Then you look back at me,
with a wink of your eye.
You say..."This jump will be easy,
as easy as pie."
"First jump. Jump first. It doesn't really matter.
Just jump, chump, You're not going to splatter.
You lean out the door. I holler...
"Noooo!"
Your reaction to that...
"Geronimoooo!"
With a single leaping bound,
you jump! you're out.
You've more guts than I have,
without a doubt.
I look down upon your descending body sinking.
Watching you free fall, I'm agape, I'm thinking.
I imagine that down there, the devil might be waiting
Two for the price of one, anticipating.
You slide, you glide,
like on a magic carpet ride.
You give me two thumbs up,
to express your pride.
I imagine with my luck,
I'm about to bust my rump.
But I'm going down with her
I'm going to jump.
The nerve of that woman,
she called me a chump.
Just the two of us, she and me.
Look out devil. Here comes...
Weeeee!
If my wife can do it, I can match her.
As usual I'll prove that,
after I catch her.
As usual she's up front,
waving you'd better come on.
Get your poky butt up here,
before I am gone.
She always makes, a way,
to wait up for me.
She says that's her way
to show she adore me.
My wife proved to be an adept sky glider.
Her maneuvers helped me catch up,
and float beside her.
She extended her hand.
I knew that meant take it.
When her hand clutched mine,
she began to shake it.
Up down lovingly slow, then she poked her tongue
at the earth down below.
She appeared to be playing.
She spoke to me saying...
"Don't you dare pull that rip cord yet.
There's nothing to fear, there's nothing to fret."
"Let's live it up. Let's hold hands float a while
The ground is still below us at least half a mile."
"If you feel as free as I feel free,
slap me a high-five, and say you love me."
I DID.
"YES," that's it. Now, with both hands."
WE DID.
She reached over and pulled my rip cord.
My chute opened. Praise the Lord.
She didn't pull her cord,
So she kept sinking.
Like when she jumped out the plane.
I kept thinking.
This girl's got to be insane.
I hovered above her yelling
at the top of my voice.
I gave her an option.
I gave her a choice.
"I fail to find your antics amusing or cute."
"OPEN UP THAT PARACHUTE!!!"
Play with my heart girl and you will see
I'll rip this harness off of me."
She looked up at me with the look in her eyes,
of a woman's devotion that never dies.
She gave me the look that she gave to me,
when I knelt and proposed to her on my bending knee.
The love in my heart surpasses my ability to express,
How she made me feel when she said, "YES."
And now she was falling,
perhaps to her death.
Unstrapping My harness,
I held my breath.
She saw what I told her,
was not just a bluff.
She waved up to me, NOOOOO!!!
I've seen enough.
I felt ecstasy, rapture, joy, and bliss.
When she poked her tongue at me
then blew me a kiss.
"OPEN THAT CHUTE!!!
I cried with a shout
Then I saw the pastel-pink canopy of her chute
blossom out.
Her little body dipped and flipped.
She dangled down, as her life-lines whipped.
She swung her legs then let them sway,
and waved her hands in a teasing playful way.
Today I ponder in sweet reminisce,
how she looked up at me and blew me another kiss.
Oooouuu! I thought. Just wait until we get down.
I'll bake your beauty-buns honey-brown.
On second thought, I'll chill my heat.
I imagine that I'd better be sweet.
I'll greet her with a nimbus glow,
when I meet her on the green grass below.
SO I DID.
| Author Notes | I imagine that I'll get brownie points from my better half for writing this story. |
By rhonnie69
Heavenly Father, it's me, your prodigal son.
Not my will, but yours be done.
But have mercy on me, I beg of you please.
I pray to you, Jesus, on bending knees.
I never should have left my wife you gave.
My regret will follow me to my grave.
In spite of all the wrong I do.
She gave me all the love she knew.
When I woke up from my deep sleep.
You'd given life to my rib, so we could "sow and reap."
You brought her to me, my beloved wife.
In her I found the true meaning of life.
| Author Notes | MEANING OF LIFE: Adam said: "This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; She shall be called woman because she was taken out of man. Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh, be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth, and subdue it. |
By rhonnie69
Whitesboro, New Jersey was a small country village in 1955. My family lived there. I was nine; a boy.
I had a favorite pastime. I loved it. Mom...didn't like it. That's because she didn't know how to have fun. Watching a passing train crush stuff that she'd left on the rails wasn't her thriller. So she never did that. Her thriller was telling Dad, when ever my sister came racing to her wheezing and panting and snitching on me, when she saw me do it. My older sister. (two years) What the....was that pesky heifer doing outside anyway? Should've been inside...washing dishes, or...platting my baby sister's hair...or...playing raggedy-Ann...or somebody. Girls...you can't live with them. I've tried. And with fired-up buns, I've cried.
Our population was small. Everyone knew everyone. We were family. There must have been fewer than five hundred of us, mostly children. There were more girls than boys. The countryside was our playground. We knew every tree. Our favorite were the fruit trees that grew on the farms. Fresh fruit; you picked it, you ate it. Cherry blossoms were soft-pink. They had the delicate smell of cherry flavored candy. Apple blossoms were snow-white. They smelled like vanilla taffy. Their petals fluttered like butterfly wings in the summer breeze.
My Dad built our cozy cottage with bright-red bricks. It was seated on a green carpet. It was located close to a rail-road path that was lined on either side, by foliage. Just across the tracks a pasture could be seen. We saw cows, goats, and a huge shepherd dog. His name was Earl. Earl was mostly white with a brown spot on his back that looked like a saddle. He roamed the pasture continually. Everybody was scared of Earl. Except me. I sneaked in the pasture every day. I roamed too. Well...at least long enough to see if I could get my....out of there before Earl roamed up on me. One day Earl trotted up on me. He was staring at me, eye to eye. I looked in the grass all around me. A giant-sized chunk of coal from the train tracks would come in handy right about now. But the only thing available was a wet napkin. I scooped it up.
I balled it up into the shape of a chunk of coal. Coal ls black. The napkin was white. I hope this dog don't know colors, I thought. To my relief, Earl turned and trotted away.
I went home feeling pretty good about myself. As I approached my house the aroma of pineapple up side down cake oozed out from Mom's kitchen. I spotted an apple pie sitting on the window sill cooling in the shade. Mom's butter-biscuits always had an aroma of their own. Sunday dinner was always a winner.
I heard Mom singing merrily. The words of her song were of thanksgiving to God for His generous blessings. When I walked in Mom hastened to wipe her hands on her apron. She rushed over, hugged me, and kissed the top of my head. Heeey, I thought. I've been waiting for this moment. Now's my chance.
"Can I taste the pie, Mom?"
"Yes you may. After you've finished your din-din, my dear."
She kissed the top of my head again.
"why in my hair, Mom?"
"That's the only place I can't see the muck."
"Muck?"... "Mire."
"Mire?"..."Mud."
"Mud?"...Go."
"Go?"..."Wash."
"Wash?"..."Ask your father."
"I think I'd rather wash."
"Clever boy."
I stood at the bathroom wash bowl fumbling at a squirting bar of soap. Outside a nearby open window the birds were getting noisy. I jetted over and peered out. As usual, it was my sister's dumb cat. Purr-fick, my sister named It.That too fat cat, was at it again. I'd had a mind to feed that cat to the mice. But I never did for fear that that might kill them. My sister knew that I could easily catch them. She was scared of them. So.....having them around was kind of...like my bargaining advantage when it came down to "To snitch, or not to snitch." I bounced the bar of soap off its back. The cat scat.
The birds settled down. From the tree tops each bird seemed to sing its love song of freedom and gladness. A peaceful feeling came over me. As I stood there gazing out the window a clear picture of my body floating on air came in a daydream. A Cardinal bird glided across the blue sky. Its red feathers matched the white clouds reminding me of our song, "Three cheers for the red, white, and blue." Just beyond Mom's flower garden was a vast open field. Dasies of the field grew knee-high to a nine year old. Bobbing in the summer breeze they boasted banana-yellow happy faces. Soft cream-white petals made their faces seem to smile at me. The fragrance of honey suckle flowers made my taste buds tingle, leaving the flavor of honey in my mouth. Climbing the walls of Mom's garden tool shed red roses grew among prickly vines. Known more for the bees that they attracted than their beauty, we chose to stay clear of them.
Oh! Yes! The snakes. They all seemed big to me. Some of them were not venomous. Others?...Well...
I wasn't sure...so...I wasn't trying to find out, by messing around with any of them. If we saw a snake! Grown-ups were notified with the quickness! And the snake was exposed of even quicker, by a dad with a shot gun. No one was afraid of woodland creatures. Except moms and daughters. They were afraid of any and everything that crept or crawled. This made creepy crawlers fun for us boys. Black crows circled corn fields from above seeking a tasty meal below. Farmers didn't like crows. And the crows didn't care a lot for farmers, or their scare-crows. Black crows are the smartest birds of all birds. They knew the difference. I learned that in school.
School was fun for three reasons. Lunch, which was always home made, and brought to school in a little brown bag, And then there was recess. Both were outdoors on nice days.
Each year we had what my teacher called, a "Spring Concert." We chose a story from our reading books. Students who chose to participate acted the stories out in a musical play. Students enjoyed part taking in the concerts. This gave us opportunity to show off our talents for our parents at the, "Big Show."
This was an event where we were stars. Parents were our fans. They cheered for us, with joy, happiness,
and encouragement. This made us feel, grown up our selves, thought of, as people too.
Parental support and participation made our, "Little League," baseball team the best. Lose or win...we were all still winners.
Our little home town belonged to us, the children. The grown-ups were shepherds. We looked up to our parents. They were our role models. We respected and we honored our, "Old Gold." They were precious to us. We shared homely love with them.
Everyone went to church on Sundays. Sunday school was a must. Bible school was immediately after grade school every Wednesday. There were assorted flavored lolly pops for every child. The teachers were gentle and kind. We loved them. They loved us kids.
As they told us Bible stories they illustrated them with colorful Biblical pictures. The scenery looked so real that it made the people seem to be alive, and present with us all. I learned a lot of worth while things from my Bible School teacher friends. And to this very day, I'm still attending Bible School. And I won't stop.
My childhood life, was the time of my life. I'm a former child. And I haven't forgotten a thing.
| Author Notes | "Dear Lord keep them, the young at heart. They've given our world a brand new start." |
By rhonnie69
I lost my lunchroom I.D. pass.
The cost, I didn't eat.
I lost my movie ticket.
The cost, my movie seat.
I lost "one" little house key....
That my parents lent to me.
That cost me my allowance.
And, YO! Did that pee me?
That made me lose my temper.
I got real real mad.
That cost me two weeks grounded.
And peace with Mom and Dad.
I found my movie ticket.
Too little. Too late.
I found my lunchroom I.D. pass.
Finally, I ate.
I found that stupid house key.
My parents took it away.
But I didn't find my temper.
So in my room, I had to stay.
Outside my bedroom window....
The playground full with my friends.
Whenever I get myself grounded....
My regret never ends.
I should not lose my temper.
But lose my selfish self.
I'll quit my get real real mad ways....
And leave them on the shelf.
Today I found my temper.
And I'll keep it under control.
Mom and Dad I promise this....
God help, and bless my soul.
| Author Notes | Listen up. All God's children of our world. "Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you." EXODUS 20:12. |
By rhonnie69
Mom.
"My son...He and Me at IHOP."
(sigh.)
Sonny
"Mom, there are two things that it is impossible
for us to have for breakfast...what are they?"
Mom.
"What, Sonny?"
Sonny.
"Lunch and Dinner."
| Author Notes | "Good Morning...Welcome to breakfast with Mother and Child." |
By rhonnie69
PEARL.
Once upon a rhyme lived a princess named Pearl.
Her Daddy was a king. She was a wealthy little girl.
People came from near and far, to bow down before her.
But Pearl knew, that there were few, who came to adore her.
"Pretenders called me darling-dear. Coveters called me honey.
But that is just their beguiling way to get at Daddy's money."
"I wonder how they'd treat me, if they thought I am poor.
I'll shroud myself in shabby dress and play like I am sore."
"They are here; so am I.
Many people pass me by."
"I cried out...How'd you like to be me?"
Got no response...they didn't even see."
"Next time they show up at Daddy's place.
I wonder how many, will remember my teary face."
| Author Notes | "Just because it is rejected...doesn't mean it isn't gold." |
By rhonnie69
Me and her...
We've got a string on us.
I guess that's why we cuss and fuss.
My girl she's like an accident..."CRASH!"
At times I wanna choke her...do something rash.
I don't wanna cut her loose, but don't wanna keep her.
Come to think about it that might be cheaper.
Me and her...
We've got a string on us.
I guess that's why we cuss and fuss.
She's got mixed emotions, different notions...
Deeper than the seas and all of the oceans...
Deep. So deep.
Losing and winning my head is spinning
sometimes I'm grinning other times I just weep.
Baby, Baby, Baby...I can't understand you.
One day you're here, next day you're there...
The next day you're nowhere.
Me and her...
We've got a string on us.
I guess that's why we cuss and fuss.
One day she hug me, next day she slug me,
One day she please me, next day she bug me.
Deep. So Deep.
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I had a pretty girl she was as sweet as she could be.
"Til one day she came to me talking bye bye baby.
How could she have the nerve to tread upon my heart?
"OH, NO! BABY DON'T GO.
I hope we'll never ever part."
*********************************
One day she's with me, next day she quit me.
One day she hug me, next day she hit me.
Deep. So Deep.
I'm never gonna smite her. I'm never gonna fight her,
My anticipation, things will get brighter.
But what's a guy to do?
The string draws tighter.
Under maple boughs pondering for hours.
Oh, well...guess I'll take her these flowers.
Me and her...
We've got a string on us.
I guess that's why we cuss and fuss.
| Author Notes | ROMANCE, is a Roman word meaning. "NONSENSE." "Make up to break up...that's all we do. But I love her...she loves me. Forever together we're gonna be." Brother to brothers...If you haven't been here...then you've never been in love. Let's keep it real. With, ROMANCE," stuff happens...then we die. |
By rhonnie69
Mom.
"Mark, I see that you scored an A+ on your test
at school today. Were the questions hard?"
Mark.
"The questions were easy.
It was the answers that gave me trouble."
| Author Notes | "Reading, Writing, 'rithmetic. Study Buddy...you'll ace 'em quick." |
By rhonnie69
Night skies have starry eyes watching over me.
Each breath I take, each move I make, the stars above they see.
Mommy said that overhead, the stars are there to love me.
And the greatest love I'll ever get is from the sky above me.
I'll believe my mom until to be a star I'll go.
To play up high up in the sky, to sparkle and to glow.
The stars are always watching me, to show me that they care.
Even in the daylight, every star is there.
The sun is a star. The brightest star I see.
Day skies have starry eyes watching over me.
The stars are always shinning, this I know is true.
Every star is watching me, and yes they're watching you.
Earth, Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, and Mars;
They revolve around our sun. They're heavenly body stars.
Starlight, star bright, every star you see at night; on high they're staring back at you.
Yes. Each star can see you too.
No matter where you live.
No matter who you are.
No matter what your name is...
"YOU ARE A FLAMING STAR."
| Author Notes | In the beginning, God said: "Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness." So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. GENESIS 1:26 & 27. According to GENESIS chapter 1: verses 14 through 18 Our God is a flaming star, He said that this is true. So if our God is a flaming star...what does that make me and you? |
By rhonnie69
I learned my lesson and I learned it well.
Drugs are a substance that you should not sell.
They're also a poison that you should not use.
In other words, you should not abuse.
Heroin or crack, as a matter of fact,
They'll give you brain damage, or a heart attack.
It doesn't take very much, it just takes a little.
Next thing you know, you're in the hospital.
Crying, "Doc, please help me.
Give me something for the pain."
I knew I shouldn't have done it.
Dope and cocaine.
I learned my lesson long time ago.
When asked, "Ock, want some rock?" How to say, "OH! NO!"
"You must be crazy, got to be insane.
Try to cook my mind. Try to fry my brain."
"NO! GO! Get out of my face, or I'll call 5-0."
Because I learned my lesson.
And I know what's right.
You'd better grab on to this.
And hold on tight.
The message is in the meaning.
The meaning? Say "NO!"
The message is to you.
From a friend, about your foe.
Life is about, Huggin'
Not, Juggin', Thuggin', and Druggin'.
If you're into drugs......
"FAMILY...YOU'RE BUGGIN'."
| Author Notes | Hugs Beats Drugs. |
By rhonnie69
I have too many useless things,
that I don't really need.
A parrot when I feed it,
It makes my finger bleed.
I have a little puppy,
That soils my mommy's floor.
I have too much sweet stuff,
From the candy store.
I brag about my scooter,
Just because its new.
I have Sega and Nintendo,
X-Box and PS-2.
I have a stack of worthless games,
For which I had to pay.
I have a widescreen TV set,
That sits me down all day.
I have a bunch of brand named clothes,
I hardly ever wear.
I wasted money on Air Force Ones,
Not one, but two pairs.
I never really act like me,
But like other kids I know.
I fake and make the same mistake,
Everyplace I go.
I never do my homework,
I goof off in school.
I disrespect the teachers,
And break every rule.
Aren't you glad you're not like me?
Aren't you glad you're you?
Aren't you glad that you're to smart,
To do dumb things I do?
TODAY! I changed my habits,
TODAY! I changed my ways.
TODAY! I will be good, like you,
And I'll see better days.
I "HAD" : too many useless things,
That I don't really need.
TODAY! I left those things alone.
I SUNK THE JUNK!
And took some time to read.
And read...and read...and read...AND READ!
| Author Notes | Our staff at our workshop believes that parents and school teachers all together can persuade our children, "BY PROOF," that the best leaders are readers. Reading is fundamental. |
By rhonnie69
Why! Why! D.W.I?
Accident, another person die.
The innocent, lying in the dirt,
Broken bones, injured, hurt.
Twisted metal, broken glass,
Somebody skidded, going to fast.
Sirens screaming, blood in the street,
A child through the wind shield,
ejected from her seat.
Mommy survived, Daddy... dead,
Tiny tot, in a hospital bed.
Doctors not sure, ask of them,
Will the baby survive?
Chances...slim.
Why! Why! D.W.I?
Did the baby survive?
"NO!...Bye, Bye."
Medical staff, exhausted from work,
In the emergency room,
Some drugged-up jerk.
No injuries, no wounds to patch,
Got discharged, without a scratch.
Traffic signal. Stop sign,
To drunk to notice,
Paid it no mind.
Drugs, drinking, stinking-thinking,
Bleary eyes, double vision, blinking.
Driving while high, my oh my,
If you're feeling me,
We both want to cry.
Solution...jail?
NO!...out on bail.
Back to the bar,
Back to the car.
Back under the wheel,
Tires peal.
Out of control...
"CRASH!" Utility pole.
An alcohol fiend,
Dead at the scene.
A dangerous criminal,
Off your street,
You be the judge.......
"BITTER or SWEET?"
| Author Notes | Driving while drinking, and intoxicated stinking-thinking, will do it to you every time. |
By rhonnie69
Hi, world. I'm eight... AND A HALF. My real name is Tyler. But my friends call me, "Shortstop." Means I'm the shortest kid in my school. Big Bill, the bully calls me, "little, Pip-squeak." What ever he means by that. Devil-may-care. I know I don't care. Big Bill can beat me punching. But he can't beat me running.
That evens stuff up, in my favor. I've dreamed that one day I grew up to be bigger than Big Bill. I got bigger than the Jolly Green Giant. I was glad that I was green, because that's what color the incredible Hulk is. Big Bill didn't bully me no more. And I got to keep my allowance change for after school treats.
Dad gave me a German Shepherd puppy. Harriet, the pesky pigtails who lived next door named him, Scruffy, because one day he peed on the carpet in her doll house floor. Her bad. Not my puppy's. Never should have invited us in. I didn't care to hang out in any stupid doll house. But for bait, Harriet kept a dish of assorted candy in there. So....
Scruffy grew up to be a big German Shepherd dog. He grew real big. At my place he became our watch dog. I guess you could kind of say that we were, "almost," poor. It was dinner time. Mom opened the cupboard. There was no food there, except a can of weenies and beanies. There was no food for Scruffy. Not even a dry bone.
"Heaven forbid," Mom cried, "please, Scruffy. Forgive me. We're hungry too."
I've got to help, I thought. I'll ask the cow farmer to please spare us a cow, in trade for work.
The cow farmer was in trouble when me and Scruffy saw him. He was fighting a wolf,
that was trying to steal a cow.
Scruffy growled like a tiger, and chased the wolf away. The farmer was happy.
"Thank you." he said.
"You're welcome." I said.
The farmer gave us a cow.
"Thank you," I said.
"You're welcome," said the farmer.
"Let's ask the chicken farmer to please spare us a hen, in trade for work." I said to Scruffy.
This farmer was in trouble too. He was fighting a weasel that was trying to steal a hen.
Scruffy growled like a tiger, and chased the weasel away. The farmer was happy.
"Thank You," he said.
"You're welcome," I said.
The hen farmer gave us a hen.
"Thank you," I said.
"You're welcome," he said.
"Let's ask the wheat farmer to please spare us a bag of grain, in trade for work," I said to Scruffy.
This farmer was in trouble also. He was fighting people who were trying to steal wheat.
Scruffy growled like a tiger, and chased the people away.
"Thank you," said the farmer.
"You're welcome," I said.
The farmer gave us a bag of grain.
"Thank you," I said.
"You're welcome," he said.
Mom was happy.
"thank you, my dear family," she said.
"You're welcome, my dear Mother," I said.
The next day me and Scruffy worked hard at what we do best. We came home with all kinds of vegetable
seed, in a jumbo-sized bag.
"We've all been blessed," Mom said, " now we can start our own farm."
Me and Scruffy helped Mom work in our farm. We fought wolves, weasels, foxes, wild dogs, and any and all other thieves that were trying to steal, from us, or our neighbors.
We all worked happily together. Our farm grew and grew. It grew until it grew into a farm that was larger than the Jolly Green Giant's farm.
Soon. we had all that we needed, and much more extra.
We gave the cow farmer two cows.
We gave the hen farmer two hens.
We gave the wheat farmer two bags of grain.
We gave the vegetable farmer two bags of vegetable seed.
Everything we gave to our neighbors, was for free.
We were all happy. We were all thankful. We were all blessed.
| Author Notes | All good gifts comes down to us from our Father of lights. Jesus is our refuge. He is our provider, through us, to us. "Thank you, Jesus." |
By rhonnie69
People tell me that I write like I talk. Let's talk about my eyewitness account of a miraculous event. I was eleven years young. So I'll show you my recounting from a child's point of view, and as I remember it from that age. I'll show you my observation as if I am addressing you person to person; face to face; in my spoken words; not by a written narrative.
Imagine that you are an eyewitness of a miraculous event, but you don't realize that you're seeing it happen. Attempt to fathom that what you saw was a two year old tot being run over by a speeding train. You see several tons of rumbling iron and steel run over the baby child right before your eyes...yet you are unaware of what you've just witnessed.
Now... imagine that minutes later, you find out what you've just seen, and you discover that the tot is your baby brother.
There! We're on the same page. The stage is set. Now I'll show you my incredible true story.
The year: 1957. The place: Whitesboro, New Jersey: my small country hometown.
It's a balmy summer day. A perfect day for me to just sit courting my muse, and cooling in the shade of the gently fanning boughs of a wild cherry tree.
My home is situated near a railroad line about thirty yards away from the train tracks. Speeding trains of all kinds rumble by several times a day. Today, I thought, things are no different. Meditating in a dreamy trance and watching, "Pal," my dog chasing after my neighbor's cat, suddenly I feel the ground begin to quake.
Not to fret. This simply means that a train is about to pass. Next, a gigantic train engine thundered into view, four passenger cars in tow. No big deal, happens all the time. Except...today something weird is starting to happen.
Unexpectedly, the train begins to slow down...fast. Then come to a complete stop, after skidding down the tracks for about thirty yards or so. Not to fret. Ran out of gas? Caught a flat?
In a flash, I saw the engineer running frantically along the tracks back toward where he began to slam on his brakes. He was wailing, and yelling out indistinct words of horrified excitement.
Curious clamoring people quickly converged from near and far. I leaped to my feet, and hurried to get closer; to get a better look. Then the engineer's words were clear.
"The baby! The kid! The child!" He cried gasping for breath. In eager desire to find out what kid his frantic commotion was all about, and a startling tension befalling me, I inched, a step or two, closer.
The crowd of prying people quickly grew larger. Above the their clamoring a women screamed in a high piercing cry.
"It's a baby!"
Then bellowing above her cries of astonishment I heard a man's voice.
"Oh! My God!"
People began to weep. I dared not move close enough to see why. Dad and Mom were at work.
I didn't need them there to tell me that, by them, my doing that was a big, "NO-NO."
"RATS!" I couldn't see a thing. There were too many people blocking my view.
But...wait...why were they all turning their heads my way? Wait a second. They're coming toward me.
What's this? I saw my next door neighbor pointing at me from the crowd. Somebody, I guess I'll never know who; but I do know that it was a lady, who screamed, grabbed me, and hugged me so tightly that all I could see was red.
Then my head got numb. I couldn't catch my breath, because everybody was hugging me.
They were smothering me. One lady was sobbing bitterly.
"Oh!" She cried. I'm sorry for Carrie. (my Mom,) and you; your family too."
Gary! Gary! I thought. No! No! Not Gary! "Where's my brother?" I asked. "Where's Gary?"
Nobody could tell me. Everybody was spaced out. Apprehension made me get sad. I started getting mad. I ripped myself a path through the crowd. "Where's that train man?" I cried. "I'm asking him where's my brother." I yelled at the top of my voice. "Gary! Where are you? Where's my brother?"
I got over heated. Everything went cloudy. I blanked out. When the black smoke in my head cleared, I was laying in the grass. Miss Hattie, my next door neighbor, sat next to me with my head nestled in her lap. I heard her crying, and she was caressing my head.
The first thing that I saw; was the one and only thing that I wanted to see. I saw my brother. The engineer was hugging Gary. He was cuddling my brother, and rocking him in his embrace.
I tried to jump up. But with the slightest pressure, Miss Hattie was able to hold me down. I was weak.
I tried to speak. I tried to cry. But my shortage of breath would let me do nothing but sniffle. I saw people trying to get near me. Especially my neighborhood peers, my friends. But Miss Hattie wouldn't let them talk to me.
A speechless mesmerized crowd huddled all about. They listened in awe, as the engineer talked to them.
A chilling eyewitness account of what just happened came from the engineer.
"I had almost reached top speed. Suddenly...there...in the middle of the tracks...I saw something.
At first...I thought it was a paper bag. As I got closer it looked like an animal. Then... it hit me...
Holy Heaven... A child!" He sobbed. "I saw the child. Then... I thought; I hit it! I applied full brakes, as fast as I could... But the dammed train kept going, as fast as it could.
"When I saw the child disappear beneath the train my heart stopped. But the train wouldn't stop.
Long after forever the train finally skidded to a screeching stop." He paused for a moment to clear his scratchy throat.
"Puzzled faces glared out at me from the passenger car windows as I ran pass. My passengers were spooked. Some began to exit the train in a hurry, and run behind me, not knowing why. As I passed the train and entered upon the tracks, in the distance between the rails, I could see the child where it lay.
"I...I...I...sprinted. I don't recall whether or not my racing feet touched the crossties before I reached the place where the child lay. MOTIONLESS,"
But lo! The child was breathing."
"There wasn't a scratch on him. But why wasn't he moving?"
"THE CHILD WAS FAST ASLEEP!"
"The heavenly glow of the spectacle was overwhelming. I dropped to my knees, and gently touched the child."
"Goo," was his tiny gurgling response."
"I lifted his little warm body from between the cross ties. That's when he opened his eyes and looked at me. Next, came another, 'Goo'. Then came a, 'Coo,' bursting a big saliva bubble which dangled down in a long slinky string and winded it's way down my arm."
"The baby batted his sleepy eyes as if to discern just who the heck I was. Then came another, 'Coo,'
that sounded like...hey...I don't know you! So... Boo-Hoo. His tears pitter-pattered upon his feeding bib."
"Joyful cheer erupted from the crowd at his wailing. 'He's alive!' Someone cried. Hurrah and applause resounded. Mothers fell to their knees. Dads joined them in awe. My peer friends chattered and whispered among themselves.
The engineer continued. "I wanted to hug the weeping child, but I didn't, for fear that I might joyfully
squeeze the life out of the quivering little twitch. Words cannot express the relief that I felt."
Medical and police sirens blared. Flashing lights turned the air red, white, and blue, as they flickered upon the engineer's face. He seemed to be a kind of celebrity as he passed my baby brother over to para-medics.
Mom and Dad had been notified and instructed to hurry to the medical center from their jobs. Curious people continued to noisily gather.
"The Miracle Child!" They chanted. "We've come to see, and touch, The Miracle Child!"
Soon after there came a hush upon the bustling crowd. There wasn't a sound. Slowly the people began to separate into two parts forming a narrow pathway between them.
Passing through, I saw Mom and Dad slowly walking side by side toward me. Mom, was crying. She had my baby brother nestled in her arms. Dad's eyes were blank, aside from watery beads that had settled on his eyelids. He didn't make a sound.
He winked at me, and pitched me a Dad to Son teary smile. That means that everything is alright,
I thought. I was glad. I was happy. I pitched my teary smile to Dad's smiling face. Miss Hattie let me hop up. I jetted over, hugged my parents, and kissed my brother's face.
To this day...with all our hearts, we thank, "Jesus," that He sent our "MIRACLE CHILD," home to us... ...alive...and well..."AMEN."
| Author Notes | My brother is alive and well today. He served in the United States Army. During that time he traveled around our world helping our government look after us. He was a Medic. And he was proud of it. Today he is a retired Veteran. And he is taking life one day at a time. |
By rhonnie69
Vince was a handsome prince who never talked.The abundance of his wealth cascaded upon him like a mountain's waterfall.The royal magnificence of his palace exceeded that of the majestic castle of King Solomon. He was as healthy as he could be. His parents loved him, body, soul, and spirit. But Vince was yet very unhappy. That is because he never met a girl that he liked.
Vince was a lonesome prince who never talked. He didn't care to talk about his barren love life. So he didn't care to talk about anything at all. The queen tried everything to make Vince talk. But he wouldn't say a single word.
One day she told her servants to spread her message all over the Kingdom.
"Any girl, who can make my son talk, shall have him for her husband."
Pretty girls came from near, and from afar, to try their luck.
Mary came to talk about food. She brought carrots and peas.
But those things just made Vince go, "YUCK." They only made him sneeze.
Jane told Vince her most private secret. She hoped he'd surely tell.
But Vince forgot Jane's secret. He kept it very well.
Suzi dressed like a clown, to see what Vince would say.
When Vince saw Suzi's funny clothes, he laughed at her all day.
Donna tickled Vince's toes, with the feather of parrot bird.
That made Vince wiggle and giggle, but didn't say a word.
Joan gave Vince enough sugar and spice, to last him for a week.
That made Vince smack a happy snack. But it didn't make him speak.
Peggy colored pictures, with crayons and with chalk.
Vince liked Peggy's pictures, but they didn't make him talk.
Then one shiny summer's eve Vince stood on the balcony outside his lounge courting his muse.
Suddenly upon a distant winding pathway an uncommon lovely girl came passing by. She brought nothing to make Vince talk. All she did was continually walk.
Vince saw her beam when she saw him see her. Her smile made her look friendly and agreeable.
She walked pass the palace kept walking down the winding pathway and disappeared into the woodland.
Vince watched her until he could no longer see her. Then he spoke to himself.
"Pink ribbons. Golden hair. Where have you gone? Where? Oh, where?"
Another girl came wearing a red bonnet, with a partridge nestled upon it.
Another offered him a wagon load of fun games to play.
Vince rejected them all, with nothing to say.
One girl tumbled to the ground and played like she was dead.
Vince helped her to her feet, without a word said.
One girl asked Vince to kiss her, to hear him say, "yes," or "no".
But Vince gave her a hug, and then he let her go.
Vince was thinking about the girl who wouldn't say her name.
He spoke to himself, his words were the same.
"Pink ribbons. Golden hair. Where have you gone? Where? Oh, where?
One girl wore lizard skin shoes, that matched her lizard purse.
Vince felt sorry for the lizard. But that didn't make him converse.
A girl gave Vince a chocolate bar, with creamy peanut butter.
He licked his fingers clean, without a word to utter.
One girl told him that she was smarter than he, a try to start a debate.
But Vince yawned disregarding her, without a word to state.
A girl told him that he looked like a bat, to get an argument started.
Vince leered at that instigating brat, but his lips never parted.
Vince was thinking about the girl who just walked on by.
He strained his brain, wondering why, oh, why? He spoke to himself...
"Pink ribbons. Golden hair. Where have you gone? Where? Oh, where?"
Vince saw a girl come adorned in flirtatious clothes.
She twirled like a carousel, and struck a striking pose.
But this she did for naught, because Vince's tongue was froze.
Vince was thinking about....
Suddenly! He saw her. When she saw Vince she just smiled and kept walking.
She walked right pass the palace.
Vince watched her walk down the winding pathway, and disappear into the woodland.
Vince said to himself...
"Pink ribbons. Golden hair. Where have you gone? Where? Oh, where?"
A girl came with a blue poodle dog.
Another came with a red bull frog.
One came with a monkey on her back.
A girl came carrying a snake in a sack.
One came with a puppet, that danced by himself.
Another came with a dwarf, an imp, and an elf.
A pretty ballet dancer floated gracefully on her toes.
Vince watched her passively, and wrinkled his nose.
This girl looks sweet, but she can't compete, with Goldie.
Her beauty is rare, but she can't compare, with Goldie.
The queen saw her son sitting there watching the ballet dancer glide across the court yard.
She secretly surveyed his daydream for a short time. Then she asked....
"Have you seen one that you like yet, my son?"
He looked at his mother with a far away look in his eyes.
Then he shook his head up and down to say yes, to her surprise.
The queen hurried over and peered out the window.
"Hmmm, interesting," she hummed, "should I invite her in?"
Vince extended both palms toward the dancer.
He shook his head back and forth to say that no, was his answer.
"Why not, Vincent? If not her, whom?"
Vince just stood, and went to his room.
As he dropped himself upon his bed he spoke to himself....
"Pink ribbons. Golden hair. Where have you gone? Where? Oh, Where?"
When Vince woke up he felt as if he had slept forever, yet his dream ended far to soon.
He dreamed that he had been combing every inch of the woodland searching for Goldie.
He had searched every where but he had failed to find her. And he woke up before he did.
He went to the balcony to court his muse. His meditation drifted through the trees on a balmy breeze.
Birds sang songs of liberty, as they fluttered, from tree to tree. He trained his eyes on the shady winding pathway. He spoke to himself...
"Pink ribbons. Golden hair. Where have you gone? Where? OH!!!!"
Suddenly! Vince saw her. He saw the girl who vanished before his eyes. "Goldie! There you are," he thought. "Goldie You've come back to me. Goldie! Goldie! it's you!"
When she saw Vince he saw her just smile and keep walking. She walked right pass the palace, down the winding pathway, and...."WAIT! WAIT!" he called out to her. "Tell me your name." The girl didn't answer.
She kept walking.
"NO! Don't go!" He cried, "You must have a name. Tell me. Where do you roam? Where is your home?"
The girl didn't answer. She kept walking. Vince hastened to catch up. Then he walked beside her.
He talked every step of the way. "Why won't you talk?" He asked. "It's so stupid, not to talk."
The girl said nothing. She kept walking. "Please," he begged, "say just one word to me. Any word.
Say Scram, tell me to go away, get lost. Say, leave me alone. Say anything. Just talk. Talk to me. Please."
The girl didn't answer. She kept walking. And she kept smiling.
"Very well," said Vince. His words sounded easy and calm.
"I'll just follow you to the end of the earth, and right into heaven. If you won't talk to me then, I'll do all the talking. Now...what do you have to say to that?"
The girl didn't answer. She just looked at Vince with starry eyes and smiled her pretty smile. But she kept walking. Vince walked beside her talking and talking, and talking about talking and still talking, and.... soon they came upon a one room hut. It was made of aged logs, and it was nested at the top of a green hill.
Goldie opened the door and stepped in. Vince paused..."May I come in?" She looked back at him.
The beckoning twinkle in her eyes answered..."yes." So Vince stepped in, and shut the door behind them.
Inside Vince saw the most shoddy place that he could imagine. It was plain for him to see that it was well kept. Goldie offered him an old rickety wooden chair. "Thank you," he said as he sat scanning the scanty room.
Goldie immediately begun sweeping the boards of the worn wooden floor. Vince hastened over, grasped her sweeping broom with her, and began helping her sweep. When her eyes met his eyes he said to her...."Please." Goldie released the broom to his hands and began doing other chores.
For the following few moments Vince just swept and watched Goldie work around the room. Mounted on the wall above the fireplace he noticed a photograph of a man and a woman. They were cuddled lovingly together, cheek to cheek, and happily smiling at the world.
"Where is everybody?" he asked, "I mean your family."
"Mom and Dad are in heaven."
"Oooh. So that's where you're from. That explains why..."
"I'm from right here, home."
What's your name?"
"Dora."
"Hi, Dora."
"Hi," Vincent."
"How do you know my name?"
"Everybody knows your name."
"You live here all alone?"
"Just me."
"You must feel lonesome too'"
"Not any more."
"Not any more?"
"You're here with me."
"Am I?...I mean...yes, I am...uh-heh...aren't I?"
"Do you mind?"
"No. I don't mind, Dora."
"Wonderful. Make yourself at home."
"I am at home."
"Your home is in the palace."
"My home is where my heart is. And my heart is here."
"Your heart is, HERE?"
Where my treasure is, there my heart is also."
"You're sweet, Vincent. I like you."
"I like you too, Dora."
"Well...I guess that means we like each other."
"Yes, Dora, Yes. Yes we do like each other."
"Then you might as well stay for a while."
"How about I stay for a life time?"
"Okay, Vincent. But if you're going to stay with me for a life time, we might as well get..."
"Yes, Dora. We might as well get..."
That's what Vincent and Dora did. And they lived happily ever after.
| Author Notes | And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. |
By rhonnie69
Hello. My name is Mary Beth. I am a registered nurse. When I decided to take part-time work as a school crossing guard I felt that I had taken an interesting job. I was right. I imagined that it would be fun.
I was wrong; my job was no fun...at first.
We live and we learn. Experience will teach us every time. During the first year of working outside,
rain, shine, sleet, and snow, my enthusiastic feelings gradually changed. My job made me feel like I was a fire hydrant in the dogs' pound.
No. Not because of the weather. But it was because of the motorist that I had to direct.
Somebody. Anybody. Please. Help me. Pray tell. How else can my children cross the streets and get to and from school safely?
Protecting my school-bound children is my calling; It is my concern. it's my obligation, my desire, and my responsibility. With this I will continually comply.
As my children arrive at my school crossing I survey all traffic activity. Waving a bright-red sign with big white letters signifying...S.T.O.P...I walk cautiously to the middle of the intersection.
There I stretch out my palm with a stiff arm. Seeing all traffic stopped; I signal my children to cross. I do what I'm trained to do. I air my S.T.O.P. sign. I signal traffic to stop.
People stop: but their complaining starts where they stop. Most of them sit gazing at me through their windshields showing resentment by gloomy silence. Others frown and shake their heads with disapproval.
Some turn up their noses and stare into space to avoid eye contact. Tension seems to ooze from the grumbling sounds of their engines as people wait for me to get my (censored) butt out of their way.
One quirk tossed a crabby smirk and pinched his nostrils. Am I having fun yet?
Talk about road rage. I have long ago learned that some people stop; not because they care for my safeguarding of my children. But because they feel that they have no choice. And that it's my fault that they have to stop, against their will. I've been called every kind of B, but a honey B.
There is but one four letter word that I haven't heard out there. L.O.V.E.
My boss often asks me this same question.
"How are you today, Mary Beth?"
I assert my same answer.
"This is the day that our Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it,
in spite of all negative circumstances."
"You're a plus for this organization, young lady.
We're fortunate to have you with us, Mary Beth."
"This organization is a plus foe me, Sir,
It helps me help our children. They need to know that somebody loves them.
It's important for adults to let them know that it is us who love them. And teach Jesus' love to them."
"You hold our children at high esteem. I admire that in you, lady."
"I do, Sir. Jesus said that the greatest person in His Kingdom is one who becomes like a child."
My boss took a sip of his coffee, offered me a sip, and gave me a donut.
"Truer words are never spoken, Mary. You've captured my heart."
It is Jesus who has captured your heart, Mr. Matthews. I'm just a vessel that he works through."
Each morning when I leave his office to report to my school crossing location he watches me from his window. As I get into my car his hand waves admiration toward me. His smile is too wide for his window.
So he slides it up and pokes his head out.
"Give my regards to our children, Mary."
That's who he calls me when I talk to him about Jesus. As I wave back to him I try, but I never manage to smile my smile as wide as his.
I have to drive pass our school house on my way to my crossing location. Talk about early birds. It's interesting how many of my children are already there. I see most of them scurrying about the yard.
A twelve feet high weaved-wire fence doesn't seem to be capable of containing them there.
Many of them ramble to and fro outside the fence and along the sidewalks.
They all know and like me. Waving hands flutter briskly on air as my car coast by. Girls shriek.
"EeeeeK! Look! It's Miss Mary Beth. Good Mooorning, Miss Mary Beth."
Boys hang on mute. What's up? I ponder. Well...there are thumbs up. There are power sign fist up.
Pants are....oh well...spirits are up. Loud laughter and babbling chatter is up.
My time to arrive is up. I'm closer than near. Mary Beth is here. I slip into my saggy bright-yellow vest.
Bold black capital letters, CROSSING GUARD, are printed across my back. I grab my big red sign off the back seat by it's handle, adjust my navy-blue guardian cap, take a sweet sneak peek in my compact mirror. I'm good to Go!
It's time for me to watch my children watch me watch motorist watch me. This is a description of my job;
courtesy of one of my children.
"They'd better," she said with a chuckle, "Right, Miss Mary Beth?"
"Oh...uh...sure thing I'm sure," I replied.
After pondering her lingo for a while I've managed to unscramble it. "You're right," I assure her.
I belong here. So they might as well get used to me. I'm not wrong here, Yet ...I feel that some people aren't very fond of me. It appears that they don't care about anyone but themselves.
Certainly some of these people are relatives of these children. Then some of them aren't even from our neighborhood. So do they give a rat's tail about us? Think, NO.
They're like...let the kids wait. Not me. I'm in a hurry.
Some people just sit there with empty eyes set in hollow heads. At times they appear to be angry with my children. To spite them they honk their horns to alarm them. But my children wrapped in their frolicsome merriment don't even notice them.
Blackjack is a nickname of a police officer friend of mine. While on patrol he comes by several times to say hello to me. He stops his cruiser in the middle of the intersection when I'm there directing heavy traffic.
With traffic buzzing all about me he gives me a sharp high-pitched beep from his siren and calls out to me.
"Hey! Lady! You got bumpers on your bottom?"
I amble over and poke my nose on his window.
"I don't need bumpers on my bottom. You've got them on your squad cruiser. And I've got you."
"Don't you ever doubt that, Mary Beth. And I'm just a cell phone call away."
With red, white, and blue lights flickering he steps out of his cruiser, starts doing my directing and says.
"After this congestion has cleared up a bit, I'll stop by the deli. Say what you like."
"Coffee, plenty creamer, plenty sweet, and a sugar cookie, as usual."
"Your desire is my treat. How are these knuckle heads treating you today?"
"Can any of them give us a reasonable answer as to why they're so stubborn?
Hey. It's not about them, you, or me. It's all about our commitment to our children. And by the way; speaking of our children, how's Toby?"
"I just dropped my son off at school. Toby is...Toby."
"Ha,ha, lad like his dad, I see. It's good to hear that he's behaving himself. You've trained him well. How's Mrs. Morris?"
"She's bees."
"Good for you. You'll never run out of honey. Thank God Toby got to school safely this morning like the rest of the kids that made it there. No thanks to these absent minded..."
"Knuckle heads." Black jack inserted.
"It seems as if they feel that I stop them because I have the authority to do so. And I'm just showing off.
And I've stopped them by egotistical force. Not by request, on behalf and in favor of our children. They've missed the mark."
There came a commending air about Black jack.
"Well...you just keep requesting, Mary Beth. And don't you ever fret. My department and I have your back. We're on your side."
"You're God sent. For your loyalty and your service I thank Jesus. I've read in the Bible in the book of Romans chapter thirteen and verse one that every person must be subject to the rules of the civil law.There is no authority except by permission of God. The laws that exist do so by God's appointment.
Yes. You are sent by God. I'll forever be gratefully thankful that you obeyed Him and came to help me protect our children.
"Over the years you've inspired me to be like you always tell me you are, Mary Beth. I know that I'm just a vessel that God works through."
I've noticed that when Blackjack is present civil defiance is absent. People are seen erecting themselves in their seats. Others fidget at their seat belts to adjust them. Some glance at me and grin a counterfeit smile. Most of them look dried up and spooked at the presents of Blackjack. But when the cat's away; the mice will play.
One morning a motorist screamed it out,
"Hey, lady. You're here every day with your madness. You're nothing but trouble. You're a pest. Get out of here. Move out of my way. I'm late for work."
I covered my reply. I held it deep down inside of me. I'm at work; I thought. I was on time. And I'm going to do my job in spite of objections. Perhaps he's made a blunder in his planning. That does not create an emergency for him at my children's school crossing. Look. See for yourself. There's a half dozen of them crossing in front of you right now. THEY, are my emergency. I waved my stop sign and made it spin.
This means STOP. You stay where you are, until further notice from, ME. Or you PAY. OKAY, JOSE' ?
People have a way of inching pass me in a creepy way. They toot their horns in a way that sound like a snotty nose snort. Then they storm away. Road rage? Pretty much. Redemption?
There's always light on the flip side of darkness. On the bright side, I've found a solution to the pollution.
Dowdy, is a pet name that I've given to one of my eighth grade friends, He is an ordinary looking junior high school boy. Like my other boys he wears clothes that are indescribable and a few sizes too big for him.
"You look like you're melting, Dowdy," I once said to him with a chuckle.
"It's what's new, Old gold," he called me, "and it's the way we dress." He passes me every school morning.
"Morning Miss Mary Beth," he greets me with a shinning smile.
This morning Dowdy stopped at the corner as he did every morning, waiting for me to do my thing.
I raised my stop sigh, hastened to the middle of the intersection, and stretched out my stop palm.
Traffic Stopped.
Then I motioned for him to cross as usual. Dowdy didn't as much as budge.
"Come now, Dowdy. Hurry," I coaxed. He wouldn't cross. He stood still.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked politely.
"Sign says, stop," he replied with a hee hee chortle.
"Oh, come young man, no time to play." I hoped that sounded like a request.
"Yes, Miss Mary Beth," Dowdy marched to where I stood and stopped right in front of me. He looked up at me with an obedient looking glow in his face. By now there were motor vehicles waiting from all four directions. Horns honked. Engines revved. Head lights flickered. Voices yelled. Dowdy smiled at them with dimpled cheeks and his pearly whites gleaming.
"Let's forgive them," he said. He removed a sign from his book bag and held it up for all to see. It read....
"THANK YOU." He passed the sign to me.
"After I've safely crossed and reached the other side, lower your STOP, sign and wave the THANK YOU, sign right away." he suggested. "It's for all people all the time. This THANK YOU, sign is a KEEPSAKE for you, Miss Mary Beth."
I draped my arm across his shoulders. He wrapped his arm around my waist as I escorted Dowdy to the pedestrian walkway. I lowered my stop sign, and raised Dowdy's THANK YOU, sign.
The traffic flow behind us seemed to float courteously away. Until that day, I never thought that I'd ever hear car horns talk. But I clearly heard horns tooting, "YOU'RE WELCOME."
Dowdy removed the sign from my hand, He raised it, waved it, and made it spin. Then he passed it back to me.
"This KEEPSAKE, has been given especially to you, Miss Mary Beth. Use it with your heart."
He smiled at me. He waved an appreciative hand to the motorist. And then he walked away.
That's exactly what I'm going to do, Dowdy," I promised. And now, I use it every day.
Each day things get better and better. People are friendlier. Traffic slowed down. Horns honk respectfully.
Dowdy nods as he crosses each day. "Morning Miss Mary Beth."
I wave my sign and make it spin. "Good morning, sun beam. I love you too."
I smile at Dowdy with a wink and a twinkle in my eyes.
"It's beginning to look like...all in the family around here." I heard Dowdy say down low.
One day I received several packages from the United Parcel Service. They were stuffed with things that I need to help me do my work.They were gifts that were meant to make me feel comfortable in the rain, shine, sleet, or snow, while I was out there protecting my children.
Also enclosed was a thank you card. It read...
"Thank you Miss Mary Beth on behalf of our community. We all love you too. Thank you for your sign. We're beginning to see them at school crossings every where."
"You're welcome Miss Mary Beth. We know that this isn't a heck of a lot for all you have done and are still doing for us kids. But it's to you from our hearts. It's from us and our school too."
Oh, yeah. And it's from our Moms and our Dads and the rest of the Old Gold in our neighborhood.
Truly yours: Your home town. Pleasantville.
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| Author Notes | This story is an ode to our school crossing guards. It is high time that we give them the publicity and the recognition that they deserve. We need them. Let our requirement of our school crossing guards say so. While we're saying that; let us say, we love every one of you. THANK YOU. |
By rhonnie69
"Hello?"
"Who's this?"
"You called here."
"Yeah. I did.... Who IS this?"
"I don't know. I can't see you. This a telephone. Not a television,
but if you'll give me a clue."
"How about I give your butt my shoe? Where's Troy, girl?'
"Uh-Oh... Troyeeee. It's for you."
"WHO?"
"YOU,"
"NO. Who's on the phone, flat-top?"
"One of your dope-headed friends."
"I ain't got no friends."
"You can say that again."
"I ain't got no...."
"Never mind,
are you going to answer the phone?
"Say I ain't here."
"Tell me that lie, and I'll dot your eye,
I hear him in the back."
"Sez he can hear you in the back."
"Oh, give me the phone, Donna,
you sure are lots of help."
"Hey! Don't be snatching nothing out my hand."
"Oh, Shut up."
"You, shut up."
"How can I? 'cause of you,
I've got to talk to this....
YO. What's up, Ike, good buddy?"
"Yo, what's this, say I ain't here? Where's my money, man?"
"I don't know. You tell me. I Promise. I won't steal a penny of it."
"I'm talking 'bout the money you owe me."
"Oh. That money. Told you, I'll pay you Saturday."
"Today's Saturday."
"Meant, NEXT, Saturday."
"Said that last Saturday."
"Awe, man, I'm broke this Saturday. My bad. Sorry 'bout that."
"You're broke, huh? When I see you, If you ain't got my money,
your bad debt habits are going to be broke, man."
"That's why I'm seeing to it that you don't see me, Ike."
"Well if I don't see you, my man,
it won't be because I'm not looking for you."
"Well...you know me, my man,
you looking for me is like you looking for brains in your head.
Howz say? Out of sight, out of mind. See ya."
'Ooooouuu. You just hung up on Ike."
"So? What I care about Ike,
he can put through the eye if a needle."
"Ike is mean."
"I know. I know."
"Don't you care that he's out to get you?"
"People in hell are out to get ice water."
"Troy, you're crazy."
"Why? Because I'm not scared of Ike?"
"yes, that. And mainly because you act like you don't care about me and..."
"Okay, Okay, you're pregnant."
"Oooooooo, so you've noticed."
"Of course I've noticed. It's my kid."
"What good are you to us if you're dead?"
"I know. I know."
"Then pay Ike his money, Troy. And then stop borrowing from him."
"It's the only way that I know to get money for you and our kid, Donna."
"Ever thought about getting a J-O-B?"
"Yeah. But then I'll have to work, for the money."
"You wouldn't be working for money,
you'd be working for your baby,
and your baby's momma.
"Work for my family. Huh?"
"Yes,Troy."
"Yeah. I know. I know."
"Then act, like you know."
"Work for my family. I can do it huh, Donna?"
"Do you really want to do it?"
"Yeah, I want to do it."
"Then in your heart, you've already done it, Troy."
"And what now, Donna?"
"Well, now do it here, in your home,
Do it in your life."
"You're beginning to start talking like your Mother, Donna.
She once told me that I can do all things,
through Jesus, who strengthens me."
"Do you believe that, Troy?"
"Yes."
"How did you know the correct answer to that question, Troy?"
"Because I know your mom."
"And you know that she'll sometimes laugh, joke,
and she'll occasionally participate in sports,
But you know that, Mom don't play no games."
"I know. I know."
"Mom likes you. Do you know that?"
"I can't say that I know,
But, I know. I know."
"Do you like Mom, Troy?"
"No question. Indubitably."
"Yes or no, Troy."
"Yes, Donna."
"I love you, Troy,
do you know that?"
"I know that I'd better say yes,
so...yes, Donna, yes."
"I'm not asking you do you love me, Troy."
"Why?"
"Lest I find to remove your ring from my finger,
and circle a black ring around your eye."
"I love you too, Donna, with all my being."
"I know. I know. And I'll wear your wedding ring until death due us part.
And may you never have to wear my black...."
"WAIT!
"What?"
"I fell in love with an angel, I married her, and I'm glad about it.
What our God has joined together,
let no 'hand' put asunder.
Hubby will always love you, Donna."
"Awe,"
| Author Notes | "You've captured my heart. You are my everything." |
By rhonnie69
"Mom you're quite a brave wife;
Nine of us you gave life."
| Author Notes | To the woman God said: "I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; in pain you shall bring forth children." GENESIS 3:16 |
By rhonnie69
Sing with our children, sing their song; let them all be free.
They're our future; show them love, teach them unity.
They need to know that, somewhere, somehow, somebody loves them.
Our children are our tomorrow. oh no.
Don't chain them; let them go.
Let our children grow.
In peace and harmony.
It's up to you and me.
Play with our children, play the games that you used to play.
We must listen; we must hear what they have to say.
They need to know that somewhere, somehow, somebody loves them.
Our children are our future. No, no.
Don't chain them; let them go.
Let our children grow.
And from their hearts all aglow. True love will flow.
LET US PRAY.
Dear Lord keep them, the young at heart.
They've given our world a brand new start.
Help us to lead them.
Help us to teach them.
Help us to guide them.
Help us to reach them.
Help us to show them liberty.
Our kids should know: "JESUS."
So should We.
Under a halo, let us train them; let them know.
God is our friend; Satan's our foe.
And from their hearts all aglow. True love will flow.
"THIS ONE'S FOR OUR CHILDREN."
May it inspire in your hearts, love, and admiration,
For the purpose in our message.
"THANK YOU."
| Author Notes |
Jesus said: Unless you change and become like young children, you will never get into God's Kingdom. The greatest person in the kingdom is the one who becomes like a child.
Matthew 18:1-4; 19:13-15; Mark 9:33-37; 10:13-16. |
By rhonnie69
You're...God's love in me.
You're...like the breath he gave me.
You're...my life in me.
| Author Notes | BECAUSE OF WHO YOU ARE I GIVE YOU HONOR. |
By rhonnie69
why?
You're the apple of my
Eye.
| Author Notes | God blessed Adam and Eve, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it." So...."Come, Eve; Let's do it." |
By rhonnie69
Reggie recently rendered replacement resources regarding required reunion repairs recalling Reggie rudely ruining Reggie's-Rhonda's reveling romantic relationship resources respectfully rationalizing realizing Rhonda's repeated rightful requirements resounding reasonable reparation repayment response
Reggie readily repents regretfully requesting reconciliation Reggie resolves reason "Rhonda, rebuke rejects reprieve reprieve restores Reggie's-Rhonda's romantic relationship.
| Author Notes |
If two of everything went aboard Noah's love boat. I've imagined that quite a FEW came off.
Multiplication: that's the name of the game. The game doesn't stop: only the players. |
By rhonnie69
God's Grace Is Sufficient For Us.
| Author Notes |
God Is Good All The Time.
If at first you succeed; try, twice again. It Is Well With My Soul. |
By rhonnie69
Night fun. Run! Run! Catch a run away star,
Hurry, scurry, Racing, chasing, so many near and far,
Twinkle here, Sparkle there, Playful blinking everywhere.
"WOW!" A dashing flashing star. Grab a jar,
Zoom! Out side,
Chase them as they float and glide.
When I choose my jar, a grownup always takes care,
To punch holes in the lid, to let the beetles get air.
"LOOK!" What cheerful blinking, lighting the dark,
What are you thinking? What is each spark?
I've chased them before, I've caught some too,
I know what they are, Now I'll tell you.
They're beetles of the night, that twinkle light bright,
They have gentle wings, We call them three things.
They're glowworms, lightning bugs, or fireflies,
They glow in the darkness, before our eyes.
Careful. Wait. Soon one shall land,
Now it's safe for them, to gently catch one In your hand.
I open my hand, "Goodbye," I say,
The beetle floats gracefully. Up, up, and away.
The ones in my jar, they sparkle and glow,
I lift off the lid, and away they go.
Free, free, as they want to be,
As happy as me, to see them go free.
Fireflies are never for us to keep,
I let mine go home,Then I go to sleep.
| Author Notes |
Adults. Now hear this. Let us play with our children. Our children are "IT." Let's play the games that we used to play. HARK! Hear our children say. Come out, come out where ever you are. Run and hide, but you won't get far. Peek-a-boo, I see you, and every other adult who's hiding too. Come out, come out, come into the light. I won't harm you. I don't bite.
All-e, all-e, out's in free. |
By rhonnie69
"FAMILY TIES."
EPILOGUE.
SUMMARY:
We are children's writers.
"COLORS" is the name of our workshop.
Here and now we present volume number one of a
related set of books entitled, FAMILY TIES.
As children's writers our aim is to educate and entertain
our children simultaneously. We encourage teacher and
parental participation.
Our staff at the, "COLORS" workshop believes that all
together we can persuade our children, by proof, that
the best leaders are readers.
Reading is fundamental.
This anthology of selected writings is intended for fun with our children
with a training purpose.
We believe that educated children become better grownups.
Better grownups make better parents and teachers.
This makes better communities. This collectively makes
better countries. Which all together makes a better world...
in which we have to live, LOVE.
"COME. YOU ARE WELCOME. COME FAMILY. LET US READ TOGETHER...
FOR THE FUN OF It.
Family Ties can be viewed in my portfolio."
| Author Notes | "Let us pray for one another. The family that prays together stays together." |
By rhonnie69
"Even though Humpty Boy was broke.
Mrs. Dumpty still loved him...and he didn't croak."
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