Archive for June, 2014

Adolescent Love

Posted: June 29, 2014 in free verse, poetry
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Her curved eyebrows, blond hair and tanned skin melted from her,
flowing deep behind my eyes she was congealed forever in my mind.
Though years have passed, the memory of her still remains,
reminding me always of the chance that we had but lost.
Her soft peach fuzz covered body, on goose bumped skin
made a texture of shadows in the moonlit night.
Her small breasts were stretched flat by her arching back
beneath white silken and lace underthings.
Her wetness and warmth pressed to my thigh between her loosened limbs
rubbing in slow waves of pleasure
Allowing me, inviting me to have what she had held as only hers
but now reasons to share unselfishly.
But loud footsteps and uncaring voices caused a final look into our startled eyes,
so surprised, the spell was broken and she was gone.
Only the smell of jasmine mingled with my heated musk and her moist woman scent
remained lingering on my shaking but eager hands.

DSS

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A to Triple D

Posted: June 27, 2014 in Boobs

I was told the other day I needed to lighten up just a little. I was asked “Do you think of anything trivial?”.
Well, here’s a little fun and something lighthearted. Hope you enjoy. ūüėÄ

 

Boobs

What is the attraction
for the nude distraction
of the A or the triple D Breast

But so much is ignored
at the sight of the gourd
whether by the blog, joker or jest

Much good can be written
but all are so smitten
It’s not read or considered at best

If you want to be read
What comes out of your head
Write Boobs, it will be read, by all of the rest

DSS

 

 

Cement Ribbons

Following those cement ribbons
the big green signs
Almost hostile here

Out of my way trucker!
you’re too slow
Out of my way Taurus
your blinker’s on.

Pass me will ya ?!
you maniac!
move… move!

No one smiles as we pass
But I love those bare feet on the dashboard!

M&M’s and coffee,
turning up the radio, wishing I was home.

Smile somebody!
Smile!

DSS

Several Billion Cells

Posted: June 24, 2014 in Everyday Life

Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while.  ~Author Unknown

To that quote I add this.

Several Billion Cells

As my cells group to make me who I am each day
I feed them, give them air, water, shelter and transportation
I am the vehicle for the DNA to satisfy their sexual urge to survive
I think I am in control
but really I am cursed to be at the whim of billions of cells.
And I think I am only as one, an island
As I care for my army of cells each day
I ignore their multitude and only think of me not we
I think I am coordinating my efforts
but I am only the result of their needs
Is it for my sanity or the need of the whole
that they allow me to think I have a soul?
Is that the false hope, the vapor that holds me together?

DSS

 

I, Earth

Posted: June 22, 2014 in poetry
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Slowly passing summer’s beginning
Never pausing or varying my track
Tilting more toward the sun
through the blackness of space
I travel the course without feeling
The only sense of where I am is by
following sunlight through windows

Stellar light is cast upon me
I bask in its depth and warmth
All that is depends on my movement
Even as I appear to change course
back to the outer reaches of where I began
Unvarying, never pausing, always there
As if I am spinning in deep grooves

DSS

Oh, Sir!

Posted: June 16, 2014 in Everyday Life

I realized¬†a while ago¬†that being called “Sir” usually means you’re in trouble or you’ve just done something dumb. Like “Oh Sir, you forgot your change” or “Oh Sir, you left your lights on”. You can substitute Ma’am¬†for Sir. It works the same for women.¬†Think back and try to remember a time when you were referred to as Sir or Ma’am and it was a good thing, except for maybe “Thank you Sir”. But we all know a “Thank you Sir” or Ma’am is not exactly heart-felt but said only for lacking anything else to end a conversation.

A few months ago, for work,¬†I spent a week travel around the U.S. and Canada. Which means airports, light luggage, pass ports,¬†walking around in lines in¬†your sock feet¬†and x-ray machines.¬†But I take¬†it very light-hearted. I just¬†stand back and look at it and it’s quite a sight. 100’s of people nervously standing in line emptying their pockets, taking off their shoes, uncasing¬†100’s of dollars¬†worth of computers from their protective bags and turning them over to uncaring hands and x-ray radiation exposure. Some people without socks standing barefooted in who knows what on the floor. I’d recommend not wearing flip-flops on these occasions. Everyone removing coats with one hand and holding¬†all of¬†their personal identification in the other. And at the same time stuffing all of¬†their prized possessions and “travel stuff” ¬†into plastic wash tubs.¬†But amazingly it all goes like clockwork.¬†That is until you hear those dreaded words “Oh Sir!” I got the “Oh Sir”¬† at least three times that day.

The first was “Oh Sir, take off your belt!” The buckle sets off the metal detector. Not removing your belt is a breach of protocol but not serious, probably no nights in jail will be involved and only a minor upset of this mechanical flow of human activity. No problem.

That done, I proceed toward the metal detector and I hear the second “Oh Sir” and I’m thinking wow I don’t have much else I can take off, maybe the socks but that’s about as far as I’d go not being acquainted with all of these people. Well it wasn’t clothing removal, but I was outrunning my wash tubs and my travel stuff, you must remain in pace with your wash tubs on the x-ray machine conveyor belt. The phrase being ¬†“Oh Sir! Remain in pace with your items”. Ok I understand, I knew that. This must be a little higher breach because I think I sensed actual scorn from those behind me, I was upsetting the natural flow of¬† this so very uncomfortably¬†unnatural routine. So I precisely remained in pace and proceeded precisely into and through the metal detector with not a peep from the machine.¬†Over all of this human din, I actually heard sighs of relief from my fellow traveler strangers behind me. I had passed all the tests and was worthy to proceed¬†with them on our journey.

Not so fast. The third “Oh Sir!” echoed through the line. “Oh Sir! Please¬†come this way¬†while your items are x-rayed again.”.¬†You do not want to hear about your items¬†in connection with the x-ray machine. This is a serious breach and definitely involves getting better acquainted with¬†the TSA. I’m¬†at this point¬†wishing I had paid more attention to the news reports¬†about water boarding.¬†By this time there are three border guards squinting, pointing and discussing what¬†was spotted on the X-ray monitor.¬†Heck my GP didn’t examine my last CT scan this closely. I’m not being made privy to this information either. “Sir, stand here while¬†I do a more¬†complete search of your computer case”.¬†Now I’m saying “Yes Sir” to¬†a twenty-something¬†border agent.¬†With rubber gloves on he begins the search. I understand, even I on occasion have used¬†rubber gloves searching through my suitcases. He pulls out the computer power supply, I say to myself, “that’s it!¬†The wires, the square block of plastic, it appears like an explosive device.” But no, he continues searching. This time he pulls¬†out a mechanical pencil, of course, a sharp-pointed object, one jab and then slowly inject your victim with lead, one slow click at a time. But no, he digs deeper, one¬†wireless mouse, one¬†disk drive, two alignment tools, an eraser, yellow highlighter, Verizon Jet Pack, my camera,¬†directly to the bottom to my Altoids mints. I think, “of course, the Altoid’s Curiously Strong Menthe taste and smell of peppermint has set off some sort of explosive detector.” But he keeps digging.

By this time I offer my assistance. But that is my 4th breach of protocol, “Sir, you must remain silent and not approach the search!” A man could get shot for doing that one, it would not be pretty. Maybe an international incident. I remained extremely quiet. He was not finding what he was looking for here. They x-ray it again to get a better coordinate of what ever it was they were concerned with. Finally he said “Sir, I’m sorry but I’m just going to have to turn the case upside down and shake everything into a tub, I am sorry”. Afraid to speak or approach, I very slowly nod yes. Now¬†he is¬†shaking out old M&Ms, peanuts, pennies, broken hair comb teeth, pencil lead and used chewing gum wrapped in notepaper. This isn’t what they are looking for.¬†He says, “you are probably wondering what I am looking for aren’t you.” Sensing that I¬†can now speak, I said, “yes, what in the hell are you looking for”. I say that with a smile of course, the water boarding may still¬†be needed to¬†reveal a secret compartment or something. He says “we can see a small Allen wrench in the crease of the bag on x-ray but I just can’t get at it. The Allen wrench is on the forbidden tools list.” He continues to¬†frantically dig inside the bag and finally triumphantly retrieves a¬†small diameter Allen wrench.¬†His fellow agents do a group high-five and I think they¬†in unison yell something like “Go team!”. The agent then offered to place the wrench in the mail to me but they¬†preferred to just throw the 25 cent item in the trash. I actually thought about having them mail it but I said they earned it, please keep it with my compliments.

I really found the whole experience interesting. That wrench has been in that bag for years and has gone through a dozen different x-ray machines without detection. And¬†it makes you very fearful of just how many of those dastardly¬†Allen wrenches could be out there just waiting to be put to use. The upside was, I’ve never been called sir so much in my life and I finally¬†had the time to clean out my computer bag and I didn’t have to use rubber gloves this time.

Such is the life of John

 

Friday the 13th

Posted: June 13, 2014 in Everyday Life

The fear of Friday the 13th has been called friggatriskaidekaphobia.

There is roughly a Friday the 13th once every 212 days.

Friday the 13th isn’t¬†mentioned in history until 1869. Although Friday may have been considered unlucky and the number 13 was thought unlucky long before that.

Any month that starts on a Sunday contains a Friday the 13th.

At least in the Netherlands, statistically speaking, in the last two years driving has been slightly safer on Friday the 13th.

The HMS Friday set out on her first shake down cruise on Friday the 13th and was never heard from again. But there is no official record of the HMS Friday ever being built.

In Spanish speaking countries, Tuesday the 13th may be considered unlucky. The Greeks hold Tuesday as unlucky also.

Some countries consider Friday the 17th as unlucky.

Be careful out there today.

E.

Future Promises

Posted: June 12, 2014 in Everyday Life

Ok, I will confess, admit and drop the veil, I’m a techy. I’m not saying anything new here. ¬†I heard the other day that the second “Back to the Future” movie with Michael J. Fox, depicted life in the future of 2015. Sobering thought isn’t it.

In the late 70’s, computers were on my mind. I was having trouble getting interested in what Intel had made, the microchip. But I did understand the possibilities.¬†Finally I heard about two guys that had put together a complete mini-computer system, with video, storage and a comfortable keyboard. Before this, micro-chips were only curious expensive devices and possibilities.

The microchip was making noises, some music, controlled a few thermostats, traffic lights and a simple video game called Pong. There were a couple of computer boxes we programmed with toggle switches to flash interesting lights that represented numbers and math. We basically had addition and subtraction. I had to build my first computer from discrete parts that I scrounged from used electronics sales and Ham fests.

But Wozniak and Jobs, built a real desk top computer. The computer that Popular Science magazine had been promising we would be getting for the previous 30 years. Of course¬†the magazines¬†were also promising that we would have affordable flying cars by that time also. Woz’s electronic genius and Job’s business sense did¬†bring us the affordable computing electronic “Flying Car” . They got the personal computer to the nerd techy market exactly on schedule.

I’m still waiting for my affordable Flying Car. 45 years late. Where’s my flying car! What’s wrong with you America, I want my flying car!

E.

A Wonderful Ceremony

Posted: June 11, 2014 in Everyday Life

We went to a niece’s wedding this weekend. Typical American middle class wedding. The usual miscues, misfires and stuttered vow responses. All the mishaps that seem mountainous to the bride and groom but only humorous to the guests. Mishaps that cause steam to spew from the father of the bride’s ears. The poor guy that has spent thousands on this day.

First the candles wouldn’t light. I swear, it looked like someone replaced the candles with those party gag types that lite but then go out or the ones that you blow out and they lite back up by themselves. The Methodists over the years have acquired quite a sense of humor. I’ve never seen candle lighters sweat so much. It was a riot to watch.

Next the pastor, a great guy, could not remember how to say Jeremy, the groom’s name. He kept calling him “Jeremony”. He seemed to have combined the poor guy’s name and ceremony together and imprinted “Jeremony” into his brain. Oh man, nothing like chuckling in church, you know, trying to keep from laughing while in church. The greatest laugh two people can have together. The only way to make it better is if I had a mouth full of milk and I could have squirted it out my nose. Talk about snort!

I do have to mention the music. Yep, the PA system wasn’t working. And yes, they played the music on an iPhone. Enough said.

Otherwise a beautiful ceremony, bride and groom took it all in stride and never got flustered. They are indeed in love. But they did admit that having the air conditioning fail at the reception was a little disturbing. 150 guests smothering in their fancy clothes isn’t a pretty sight.

E