A Little Piece in Honor of Halloween.

We were the best of the best.

Our orange glow could rival any in the world.

We stood for something;

for fun, for joy, for life.

And then...

Then they came.

Hordes of them.

Plucking us up out of the ground,

they took us away.

They took us and the carved us up;

shaped us into what they wanted to be.

And all of this pales in comparison to this one fact:

I am so flippin' ugly!

I wasn't even carved into something nice for crying out loud!

Who attempts to carve abstract thought on a pumpkin?

Really? No seriously, really?!

I mean really people, if you're going to shove a knife into my hide,

please make it something worth looking at!

Not to mention make it something that the children will enjoy!

You are a brave soul displaying such a huge fail right on your front porch!

I thought I knew what ridiculous was before this day!

Oh how you've proved me wrong!

I hope my seeds that you so kindly took from me and shoved them in the oven make you sick!

Fool!

Let me rot before I insult you a second time!

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Happy Halloween!

Ploop Ploop Ploop

Don't tell her, ain't gonna happen.

Don't ask me, cause I'm not your mommy.

Please don't put me in a picture with Glenn Beck,

you're making me uncomfortable.

See what I'm saying, get what I'm saying??

I have a class, its miserable but you can come.

I think you've been pretty good girls

so I won't make your life a living hell.

I'm funny oh I'm funny,

Oh you don't think so but I am hilarious.

Show gun Japanese... Japanese Haiku,

you'd be the cool person.

You should feel weird, you're weird.

James why are you looking up here like that?

I miss Sara when she's at gym.

Aww for crying out loud!

Crippa crap!

for God's sake!

It's a magical sitar!

Blah blah bah mah uhh...

GET OUT!

Im going to get a hamburger.

It's really gross but I'm gonna eat it anyway,

and we'll all go ooohh!

People make me sick.

This has been a compilation of Rut's sayings.

Because they're afraid to . . . I mean, because they can't post here . . .

TheLiz and Ben have asked me to come on here and "taunt you a second time-a." So there. Next--they start lobbing holsteins over the battlements--metaphorically speaking. I mean, if by blog war, you meant sparring by alternately posting fabulous poetry followed by more fabulous poetry, I think you two are conducting yourselves quite nicely. The other warriors, however, are just confused.

Maybe you should invite the aforementioned bloggers to post on your blog.

TheLiz said, "Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries."

Ben said, "Your mother was an astronaut." I'm not sure he quite understands the concept of taunting.

Much love.

Oh, wait. Their final message: "If 'it's on like donkey kong,' you're gonna have to bring it."

You go Jamess!!!!

I'm trying not to state the obvious here, but our little Jamess has become quite the prolific poet lately. I'm still obsessing over my first attempts . . . My congrats to you Jimmy James!

Still Crazy After All These Years

He worked in a wood shop

she went to school.

She passed him one day

and smiled. 

She is a bowler,

a nurse, a cook.

Ask him about engines

he wrote the book.

They've been across America

for a glimpse, for a show.

They met at a square dance

"and she never let me go."

Now he hides his limp

his bruised thumb, his sweet tooth.

She pretends not to catch it,

and smiles.

Through all their moments,

all the laughter, all the tears,

Paul Simon said it best,

"Still crazy after all these years."

At the Bottom of Everything by Bright Eyes

I think the story and song are trying to say that death 

is a part of life and we might as well accept it joyfully.  

We spend too much time worrying while we should be 

living life to the fullest. And the part where it says, "while 

my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun" thats 

talking about Mother Earth supporting us and God, our 

Father, has the power to give and take away our life at 

any moment.

What do you guys think?

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My Apology

"I'm sorry for what I do."

pale faces, vulgar lights

cold steel, wet leather,

soaked with tears, sweat, brine

engine pumping, warming up

a condemned man,

2450 volts.

Hydroplanes

Spitting across the Ninevah Galaxy,

the Silver Bullet, cutting through venomous rain,

Copilot cries, "Red Alert!  Heifers at 12 o'clock!"

We're ready.  It's cake.

The first wave wasn't cake.

Loosing my grip, loosing control,

but we recover.

The next wave struck us starboard,

A raging wall, a maddening roar

but we recover.

They come again, dive bombing.

THUD THUD THUD

Tearing through our ship

THUD THUD THUD

this could be the end.

A sudden light, sudden salvation,

Back on track, back to school,

How boring.

A Rat is a Pig is a Dog is She.

A rat is a pig is a dog is a boy.
That's what the woman told me.
She looked in my eyes,
and then to the skies and said:
"This is what I believe."

I looked at the sky and then to the ground,
thoughts running to and fro.
I refused to believe what She had perceived.
To her back I simply said, "No."

A young girl I love is afraid of rats.
Is she now afraid of me?

And a pig east garbage and is slaughtered for food.
Will I meet the same fate as he?

A dog may be faithful but he's reigned by a master.
Will man set limits for me?

Surely it seemed that this couldn't be.
To her silhouette I simply said, "No."

As I sat there oh so quietly,
I wondered how sad her life must be,
for life must be dreary for her to believe,
that a rat is a pig is a dog is She.

In A Moment

She was only an ordinary woman waiting to catch a taxi.

Then, in a moment, everything changed.


There was a light breeze, which entangled itself in her long locks of brown curls. The sun shone through the clouds lighting up her crystal blue eyes. Clutching her wool coat with one hand, nails painted red, the other was raised in the air in such a seemingly delicate manner, that it appeared as though she were royalty. Her face seemed to be perfectly cut in the cold air, and her skin shone perfectly in the light.


Had I had a piece of paper and a pen with me, I would have asked for her autograph.


But the breeze died down, the clouds covered the sun, and her moment of fame was gone. However, it will always be engrained in my memory.

Even ordinary people are extraordinary... even if it's only for a moment.