Monday Evening Animal Laughs

“Slieghbells ring, are you listening
in the lane snow is glistening”
such a beautiful sight,
of me dancing tonight
rocking in a winter wonderland!

 

 

 I am a Tasmanian devil
and bubble off the bevel

But I’m the real deal
and your heart I’ll steal!

A World of Fantasy

In a world of fantasy
I wish that I could be

Where there is no reality
bearing down hard on me

With magical creatures to see
replacing a life of insanity

As my cry for humanity
goes unheeded by the authority

I would be in such ecstasy
without any fearful expectancy

Of this ending in some tragedy
before she can be free!

Teresa Marie  11/21/11

The Proposal – Part III

“Don’t be impertinent Savannah!  Besides, we would be happy if your daddy didn’t have to work so hard to make enough money for our lifestyle.  If we had money, we could travel and take it easy.  You can provide that for us just as we have provided for you all of your life.”

And all I could think of was the commandment to “honor thy father and mother.”  God, did You mean even now, like this?  Of course You did.  Then I stood up.

Reluctantly I brushed the dirt from my gown and followed mother back to party, but there was a war being waged inside me.  I guess you could call it the war for my soul.  My will to do what I knew would make me happy was pitted against the my honor bound duty to obey my parents and, thereby, my God. 

I’m too young for such a struggle over life long decisions such as this.  My morals and conscience screamed one thing while my desire for love fought right back.  I just needed to make it through this stupid party and get some quiet time to think.  Mother was talking to me but I had not heard one word she said.  “What did you say?”

“Really Savannah, pay attention!  I was saying that Armand can give you the kind of life that we never could dream of.  You will have mansions to live in, you’ll travel abroad decked in the finest clothes and jewelry.  It’s every girl in town’s dream to make such a match!  Armand has been pursued by the best families but has chosen you.  Do you hear what I am saying?!”

“Yes, mother, I hear you but we have different ideas on what’s important.  Those things don’t matter to me like they do you.  Why can’t you accept Adrian as a suitable match for me?  What is so wrong with him?  He works hard, owns his own land, goes to the same church as us, why isn’t that good enough for you?  I love him, mother, and that’s who I want to marry!”

“My God Savannah, do we really have to have this same discussion over and over again?  I will not see my daughter worked into an early grave because she married a poor farmer!”

“Mother, Adrian is far from poor!!  He owns almost 1000 acres of land.  He is just getting started, that’s all.  When he inherited the plantation, not farm, it was in ruin.  What little money there was left in the estate he has used to invest in its renovation and cotton crop for next year!  I don’t call that poor, mother!!  He has prospects, just because he can’t buy me all those things right now doesn’t mean that he never will.  Besides, I DON’T CARE!  I’d rather be dirt poor with him than rich and miserable with Armand.”

Mother held her hand up to my mouth and hissed, “Quiet now or someone may hear your caterwauling!”…

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My Monday Thoughts – Hanging In There

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am hanging in there, it may be by my nails though! 

I am waiting for a phone call with a court date and time mostly (along with a few other things that I can’t talk about right now.)  The only way to keep my sanity is to write.  My concentration level as far as reading anything is about zero.  I’m not so very sick as to just sleep the time away.

So I will just continue to write today and won’t expect you to read everything that I do.  It is purely an exercise in stress relief.  Believe it or not, I probably won’t publish half of what I do write but write I must.  Almost sounds cliché, doesn’t it?  Kind of like “to do or die”, lol.

Though I know God is working everything out, the waiting is a pain!

Love to all,
Terri

 

A One-Way Ticket

A one-way ticket to hell
the devil wants to sell

The price of a soul
his one and only goal

A most underhanded deal
using deceit to steal

What God has given you
 with every trick to

Deny his very existence
and wear down resistance

Don’t heed his call
or for his lies fall

If you don’t rebel
he will stay in hell

To go the other way
you only need to pray!

Teresa Marie  11/21/11

 

Pipe Dreams

In the pipe dreams
between cracks and seams

A life of addiction
is a self-made affliction

Masked by phony smiles
across a million miles

Of pain stricken road
carrying a heavy load

A rocky path strewn
with wreck and ruin

And sometimes even death
steals away a breath

For life away from dope
there can be found hope

Nothing light and breezy
won’t be that easy

But can be done
and the battle won

If you just try
’cause it’s do or die

Time’s come my friend
for it all to end!

Teresa Marie  11/21/11

Beauty And Color

You gave beauty and color
to a dying flame
and reignited my life
when into it you came

When your handsome face
I saw the first time
I wanted either to run
or to make you mine

Now that you are 
I think of that day
you brought back life
from out of decay

By returning my flame
done up in rainbow hue
I’ll never be the same
 darling because of you!

Teresa Marie  11/21/11

Monday Morning Animal Laughs

The dangers of jogging
aren’t car or truck
but when you’re out
watch for the duck!

 

 

Hey man, look at the size of that gator!
Wait a minute, guess I’ll see you later!!

 

 

I said no pictures
you silly ding bat
so now you’ll just
have to take that!

 

 

More Catholic Humor Via My Mother

Donation

Father O’Malley answers the phone. ‘Hello, is this Father O’Malley?’

‘It is!’

‘This is the IRS. Can you help us?’

‘I can!’
‘Do you know a Ted Houlihan?’

‘I do!’

‘Is he a member of your congregation?’

‘He is!’

‘Did he donate $10,000 to the church?’

‘He will.’

 

Confession

An elderly man walks into a confessional. The following conversation ensues:

Man: ‘I am 92 years old, have a wonderful wife of 70 years, many children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Yesterday, I picked up two college girls, hitch-hiking. We went to a motel, where I had sex with each of them three times.’

Priest: ‘Are you sorry for your sins?’

Man: ‘What sins?’

Priest: ‘What kind of a Catholic are you?’

Man: ‘I’m Jewish.’

Priest: ‘Why are you telling me all this?’

Man: ‘I’m 92 years old . . . . I’m telling everybody!’

 

Brothel Trip

An elderly man goes into a brothel and tells the madam he would like a young girl for the night. Surprised, she looks at the ancient man and asks how old he is.

‘I’m 90 years old,’ he says.

’90?’ replies the woman. ‘Don’t you realize you’ve had it?’

‘Oh, sorry,’ says the old man. ‘How much do I owe you?’

 

Senility

An elderly man went to his doctor and said, ‘Doc, I think I’m getting senile. Several times lately, I have forgotten to zip up.’ ‘That’s not senility,’ replied the doctor. ‘Senility is when you forget to zip down.’

 

Pest Control

A woman was having a passionate affair with an Irish inspector from a pest-control company.. One afternoon they were carrying on in the bedroom together when her husband arrived home unexpectedly.

‘Quick,’ said the woman to the lover, ‘into the closet!’ and she pushed him in the closet, stark naked.

The husband, however, became suspicious and after a search of the bedroom discovered the man in the closet. ‘Who are you?’ he asked him.

‘I’m an inspector from Bugs-B-Gone,’ said the exterminator. 
‘What are you doing in there?’ the husband asked.

‘I’m investigating a complaint about an infestation of moths,’ the man replied.

‘And where are your clothes?’ asked the husband.

The man looked down at himself and said, ‘Those little bastards! ‘

The Proposal – Part II

“Money is the root of all evil…” is what the Bible says, don’t they remember that?  Mother is the one who read it to me, doesn’t she see that she’s doing exactly what it was talking about?  Doesn’t she realize that she is about to sell her daughter?  And to him, the devil himself!

I asked to be excused to use the restroom.  I rapidly walked down the hallway trying not to draw any attention and made my way to the kitchen.  I smiled at the cooks and maids as I passed through and slipped out the backdoor.  Then I ran, I ran for my life, for my freedom and for love!

All at once, I tripped on the hem of my gown and fell down on my knees.  I let out a howl of pain but it wasn’t just the physical that I was crying about, it was much more than that.  It was the guttural sound of a trapped animal mixed with a grief-stricken woman who just learned that she was widowed or a mother who had just lost her child.

I could feel the animal’s desperation and panic along with the broken heart of losing your loved one.  Adrian!  I must find you and tell you what has happened, maybe we can run away from here so far that they won’t find us, ever.  But how?  We have no money between us, where would we go?

Just then I heard footsteps through the leaves and my mother’s voice calling my name, “Savannah!  Savannah!  Where are you?!  Answer me this instant!”

“I’m here, mother,” I could barely get the words out between sobs.

“Child!  What in the world are you doing out here?  And why are you on your knees, in your gown on the dirt no less?  I have been looking all over for you!”

“Mother, please don’t make me do this!  I don’t want to marry Armand.  He’s too old for me anyway, I’m only sixteen and he is almost twenty-five.  He’s old!  Besides that, I don’t love him.  Mother, I don’t even like him!!”

“Oh Savannah, you’re always so melodramatic!  I didn’t love or like your father when I married him either and now look at us, we’ve been married for twenty years.”

Yeah, I thought to myself, and you’ve both been miserable as long as I can remember.  Daddy works all the time to stay away from you and you have all of your “activities” to keep you busy.  Always pretending to be happy but never actually having been.  What kind of existence is that?  I just couldn’t help myself, “And you call that happy?”

“Don’t be pertinent Savannah!  Besides, we would be happy if your daddy didn’t have to work so hard to make enough money for our lifestyle.  If we had money, we could travel and take it easy.  You can provide that for us just as we have provided for you all of your life.”

And all I could think of was the commandment to “honor thy father and mother.”  God, did You mean even now, like this?  Of course You did.  Then I stood up…

Teresa Marie   11/21/11

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