Secret word/phrase: 1 man on the moon 2. Bad moon rising 3. Cloud cover
4. Long tail 5. Moonlight serenade 6. Pop smoke 7. Moondust 8. K-9
“To be effortlessly yourself is a blessing, an ambrosia. It is like a few tiny little puffs of opium which lift you ever so slightly off the hard surface of the world.” But these past six days my prism has been dulled by an ugly bout of pneumonia. Add to it an unknown source of bleeding and my moon is a bad moon rising. The man in the moon isn’t singing a Moonlight serenade or spreading moondust to cheer me up. Hopefully he’ll blow a pop of smoke, enough to make a happy cloud cover that will protect me from getting any worse.
I see K-9 in the long tail behind the moon. He gives me hope.
I’m skipping the story this week. No concentration. I wish you all the best.
Sunshine and Daisiesgreeted the milkman’s clinking tune announcing his arrival 2 quarts of cream topped milk, a dozen eggs the daily form for the houses lady Snow in Summer is favored 7 t0 5
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Busy as Bees the neighboring children swarmed those stairs, their castle a king was crowned, a maiden captured bloody noses and wooden slivers were battle scars even white frocked lasses sported
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Chickweed creeps in mass abundance now a rest stop for the fly in the field of flowers that bug on wildflower an early morning feast the stairs still the place to dine to sleep off a full stomach
They say the grass is greenerOn the other side of the fence. And never can you go home again but that comfortable old Alabaster stoop still brings my memories of home too life
(clarice) 04/10/2021
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 4.14 Topic: Sunshine and Daisies
Topic; Lika Picture: Rebecca
Hard Bonus (2 points): Include a line from a Wall of Voodoo song –
They say the grass is greener On the other side of the fence. From Wall of Voodoo song ‘Grass Is Greener’
Easy Bonus (1 Point): Mention your favorite animal – deer
The SECRET PICTURE WORD/PHRASE!! 1.rest stop2.Chickweed 3. Bug on wildflower 4. Wildwood blooms 5. The fly 6. A bugs life 7. Sho fly don’t bother me 8. Snow in summer 9. Spring breakers 10. Busy as a Bee
Every Sunday we have a Soggy family gathering. River folk come from all round and over the river and through the woods to share in all the doins`. They gather round the shoreline and spin tales bout` that Ol’ Man River of theirs.
The women set up tables loaded with good ole Lousianna vitals by the boat dock, two long rows of the ladies county fair best dishes and one row of sweet baked desserts. One lucky Soggy teen was giben` a fly swatter and told to swat bugs and sticky fingers when needed.
Here Mama Soggy stokes her corncob pipe, hitches up her pantaloons and goes fishing in the ole` mill stream after making sure dem` women hab` a fire going fer` the fish she gonna catch.
It’s a Lazy river view of chock-a-block ole` men sampling Paddy’s eye water under a giant oak tree. Younger men chasing after the gals with their trotting harness on. Dads fishing with their kids and knee-high to a grasshopper younguns swimming in the dark waters at the bend of the river where the river is at its shallowest.
All n` all Whatever’s Your Pleasure the Soggy folk hab` it offered.
After a satisfying day of games, courting, lie swapping and Mama Soggy’s fish fry a bonfire is built and everyone picks a spot to rehash the day’s delights. It isn’t long before them what brung their fiddles and such tune up fer` a country playoff.
Now I practice three hours daily on my violin so I won’t get worse. I don’t want to upset my dad. But der truth is I can’t hold a tune in-a bushel barrel.
I overheard him telling my uncle; “It’s a real Strad, you know. If it isn’t I’m out one hundred and ten dollars. “ And dad whispers, “The reason I got it so cheap is that it’s one of the few Strads made in Japan.’ A deal like this happens only once in ablue moon.”
And gosh dangwould’nt I know’d it? Dad brung my violin. Un` he gib` me orders to play; “River of No Return “
A dozen fiddle jammers tuning to bow der crowd look up pect-ent-ly at me. And so wid nervous fingers i lifts that fiddle and begins to play squeaky notes and ear piercing whines nuff to chase bats n` beetles from der caves.
Dey probably would oh` strung me up, but a big ole grizzly came running outs` dem` woods. It was foaming green spit and wid` eyes wild wid` pain it came fer` me. Ebery one stood and watched. Not a sole tried to stop that critter. Why most ebery one cheered as dat smelly crazed critter threw me un dad’s Strad into der` ribber.
Dat bear feasted on the Soggy family’s picnic vittals until it had its fill. Then it stood high on dem bear legs oh` his roared, turned and lumbered off into the woods.
Dad held an auction fer dat fiddle, bought me a washboard and the Soggy folks left the ribber wid` a nodder tale to tell.
(CLARICE) 04/01/2021
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 3.14 Topic: What’s Your Pleasure
Topic – Lika and Picture – the David
Hard Bonus (2 points): Quote Jack Benny –
I practice three hours daily on my violin so I won’t get worse.
It’s a real Strad, you know. If it isn’t I’m out one hundred and ten dollars. The reason I got it so cheap is that it’s one of the few Strads made in Japan.
Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include a Phase of the Moon – blue moon
Secret word/phrase – 1. Lazy river view 2, ole` mill stream 3. Boat dock
4. River of No Return 5. Bend of the River
6. Over the River and Through the Woods 7. Ol’ Man River 8. Dark waters
Rory awoke with the zings’ and immediately ran for the toilet. He and his fellow officers had drunk in the dead of night till the dark shadows of the evil Twilight zone surrounding them were conquered. All this running and hiding from Betty Lou’s ice age monsters was wearing them all down.
He looked outside to see —
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing Are the fires of Hell a–glowing Is the grisly reaper mowing Yes, the danger must be growing
The night stalkers Purple People Eater and Trilobitesprowled round the police hideout. Their gigantic wings stir up tornadoes of wind driven objects into the air striking everything in site. And with deadly intent they blew long fiery blasts into the Black veil of night. The woman in black watched gleefully the fiery war in the air around her.
The war was intensifying. And all the police squad could do was watch. Pecorino Romano joined Rory at his watch station. He was eating an icecream cone of all things. Rory stared at the man and exclaimed: “At a time like this you can eat?”
“Ten thousand tons of ice cream if i could’, replied Romano. “There is a Dairy below us grinding the stuff out as fast as it can.”
Harry sat up upon hearing the men . “Hmm, we have a dairy here. Maybe we can beat Betty Lou after all.” he thought.
“Romano! Show me this Dairy.” he said as he picked himself up. “ The black widow is in for a frosty treat. That Devil’s bride shall bath in icy favors instead of dragon’s breath bar-b-que. Hurry now we’ve little time left”
“On a Cold Dark Night ” he breathed. “I’ve found the answer to this devil’s curse. And chased after Romano humming ‘Me And My Shadow’.
(clarice) 02/02/2021
My apologies for posting so late. I had a bonus guess going round and round in my head but couldn’t nail it.
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 48.13 Topic: On a Cold Dark Night Guesses for Topic – Blue man- Dave and Picture – Jolene
Hard Bonus (2 points): Include a song lyric from the original Willie Wonka movie –
from “I Want it Now” – Ten thousand tons of ice cream
from “The Rowing Song” – Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing Are the fires of Hell a–glowing Is the grisly reaper mowing Yes, the danger must be growing Easy Bonus (1 Point): Use the term ‘the zings’ correctly (it means hungover)
Guesses for secret word/phrase: 1. Dark shadows 2. The woman in black 3. The night stalker 4. Prowl 5. Me and my shadow 6. Black veil 7. Twilight zone 8. Devil’s bride 9. Dead of night 10. The black widow
Meanwhile while Harry was enjoying his drink by a caribbean bay and Betty Lou and her imps were casting fires, Chuck had landed in a pile of putrid green and yellow stained sheets in the laundry room. Choking, gasping and shaking the offensive sheets from his body, Chuck emerged from the pile of offensive laundry.
“Why me?” he cried. “When my next assignment rotation comes up, I’m finished with hospital detail. No more guarding patients from themselves, visitors from another planet, and ambulance chasing attorneys.” Being a hospital guard, well, It was a fight for survival . Every day brought dangerous trials for him. Now here he was searching for a crook in Tight skinny pants and a passion for murder.
Looking around he found only the area around the laundry chutes was lit up. So he pulled out his lighter and pushed the ignition and watched the spark turn the flicker to a flame. Then he surveyed the room and found a safe like door. What’s Behind the Door? he wondered.
He could hear chanting and screaming and the beating of drums and clanking of chains coming from inside. Where were Rory, Mintzy and the other officers? What was he to do? And who was that little fellow with the fake mustache and Distressed outfit standing outside it. He was drinking a chocolate fizz and every time he took a sip, it left a Drink mustache on his upper lip. Moving with caution Chuck walked over to the little fellow and asked If he’s seen a group of men and a woman carrying a hospital patient.
Betty Lou’s watchdog grinned evilly and replied, “Nobody like that been bye here dude.”
Chuck eyed him with suspicion. “Uh, could you tell me what’s behind the door? I need to see what is in there.” “I don’t know, fellow,” said the little guy. I”ve been here all day and it’s been closed. As you can see it is locked up tight.
“Well, I have to get in there,” said Chuck. “Just a minute while I call my fellow officers and we’ll break in. I have a feeling our missing policeman is in there.”
He turned and dialed Mintzy. Not noticing the glow that suddenly engulfed the little man.
(clarice) 11/21/2020
Week 37.13 Topic: What’s Behind the Door?
Topic: Blue Man & Picture: Leta
Hard Bonus (2 points): Use a lyric from the song “Misty Blue” (any version or artist) – Turns the flicker to a flame
Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include a Ray Stevens lyric – from Mississippi Survival .. It was a fight for survival
