Daily Archives: January 28, 2012
And Hell Erupted On Earth – This Week’s Picture it & Write
Tourists crowded the space like a herd of cattle. I set up my easel and exposed my paints to the scene before me. Together we would create a masterpiece landscape. I raised the quivering tip of my paintbrush to the blank canvas but a tremor threw me out of my chair. My easel fell to the ground like a wounded animal, bleeding paint. Another tremor disturbed the ground. I suddenly registered that people were screaming. The rush of footsteps created a sinister murmur. This couldn’t be happening, I thought,the volcano is dormant. I was frozen to the spot. People bustled me to the side. Those who didn’t get up were trampled. The screaming halted for a moment. A deafening roar exploded from the picturesque landscape.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
And hell erupted on earth
rising up from the core
Spewing it’s vilest poison
lapping tongue of a whore
Forked in demonic nature
ragged horns jutted forth
Ashes up from the pit
foul winds blowing them north
The screams all around me
were nothing to even compare
To the anguish I heard
crying for me to beware
As the multi-headed dragon
from within the lava arose
While there came a great wailing
as a mother in birth-pain throws
Beside it were a thousand demons
whose putrid stench filled the air
Vomited out of the pit
with Armageddon to declare
Then I woke up gagging
nostrils holding the smell
From that most frightening scene
of the world’s coming hell
“Dear God, dear God, dear God,”
I then began to pray
“Leave me not behind
to face that Judgement Day!
But rather my dear God
this I beg of Thee
If You would only allow
that ‘chosen’ I would be!”
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
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Someone You Don’t Talk to as Much as You’d Like to – 30 Day Letter Writing Challenge; Letter 10
I have but one
solitary son
Unlike my daughters two
don’t talk enough to
*
Neither I must say
do either of they
Much from him hear
but why remains unclear
*
I know he doesn’t mean
that it should be seen
As a purposeful slight
we’ve not had a fight
*
Rather he is busy
and it makes me dizzy
Just to try keeping track
when interests he doesn’t lack
*
And does have his own
son who is his clone
In a pod two peas
of their varying degrees
*
While always on the go
it doesn’t seem to show
That it occurs to him
he only calls on whim
*
Or he’s in need of something
where mom can be a blessing
And more times than not
my voice-mail is forgot
*
Yet, not done with disrespect
as now you might suspect
But rather just the way
of his youth today
*
And the time will come
as sooner does for some
This error he will correct
when seeing his neglect
*
More at-tentative he will be
in keeping in touch with me
And so I do refrain
from about it to complain
*
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
Vivacious – A-Z Alphabet Challenge; V-Archives
(image source: my.opera.com)
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Vivacious was she
at home in her own skin with
sexuality
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
Where Did I Go? – Part Eight
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After Susan got inside the shelter and met with an intake counselor, she was shown to her room. They weren’t all full, so she had a room to herself. Not sure if that was good or bad though because she spent the majority of the first couple days alone, crying and verging on depression.
The worst part of it all was not having her children there with her. On the second day there, she called the police and asked if they would escort her to go retrieve her children. When she heard the answer to her request, she burst out into uncontrollable tears.
The current state law, as explained to her, was that the parent who was in possession of the children was the custodial parent until a judge ruled on it. Therefore, the police said that they could not go with her to enforce removal of the children from their father without a court order.
Susan walked around in a fog for the next 24 hours and then she got angry. She spoke to the legal liaison for the shelter about the situation. After a lengthy conversation on the matter, the woman informed her that, since it was a common law marriage, which weren’t legally recognized in their state, and Jason had never established paternity for the children, he had no rights to them. Susan was the sole custodial parent in the courts eyes and if he refused to give them to her, he could technically be charged with kidnapping.
Susan was ecstatic! She immediately called the police station and asked to speak with one of the officers that she’d previously spoken with. After explaining the circumstances and legalities to him, he told her that he needed to speak with his Commander and would call her right back.
So she waited by the phone in the office of the shelter. Fifteen minutes turned into twenty, and then thirty. Her stomach was churning. ”What could be taking him so long?”, she asked herself.
The counselor on duty at the time did her best to keep her calm. After forty minutes had passed, she told Susan, “A police cruiser just pulled up outside. That must be him to get you, they didn’t radio in a drop off.”
Susan quickly walked to the entrance door and waited for her to buzz the locks. Once she heard the click and was given the okay, she opened the door and got the biggest shock and surprise of her life.
The police officer was holding her youngest child in his arms with the other two in tow. ”You went and got them for me?!” she exclaimed through her tears. The children were all screaming at once, “Mommy, mommy!! We rode in the police car!” They were instantly kissing and hugging, amid the tears.
Susan stood back up and looked at the officer saying, “I can’t tell you how grateful I am for you doing this. You are an angel! Thank you so very much!”
He expressed his concerns over taking her there to get them and what it might instigate. Therefore, he had decided that it might go over better if he went by himself. He stated that Jason was quite irritated but didn’t give him too much problem after that.
The kids had been fed and bathed already. So there was nothing left to do in preparation for bedtime. That left them with plenty time for hugs, kisses and snuggling…
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
Related articles
- Where Did I Go? – Part One (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Two (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Three (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Four (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Five (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Seven (terri0729.wordpress.com)
The Pirates Fail
(image source: latoro.ru)
In a large ship
off the pirates sail
But little they did know
how badly they would fail
For when the high winds
all of a sudden died
Warnings from the crow’s nest
out to them were cried
A monstrous octopus had
been spotted down below
And the closer he got
the bigger he did grow
As he then reached out
his tentacles in the air
The life boat was cast
with no time to spare
After he had taken
their pirate ship down
He kept on grabbing
for anything left aroun’
And he got the parrot
as a pirate fought him off
Now at my little tale
have no mind to scoff
But rather heed the warning
of the perils at sea
Or in the octopus’ garden
buried there you’ll be!
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
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Chillin’ – Saturday’s Limerick
I’m chillin’ in the snow
just going with the flow
and watching my tail
across the snow sail
as the wind does blow!
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
I Am – Revisited
When you are hurting,
I AM.
When you are lonely,
I AM.
When you are afraid,
I AM.
When you are depressed,
I AM.
When you are confused,
I AM.
When you are angry,
I AM.
When you are rebelling,
I AM.
When you are lost,
I AM.
When you are sick,
I AM.
When you are heartbroken,
I AM.
When you are searching,
I AM.
When you are asking,
I AM.
Wherever you are,
I AM
everything you need!
Teresa Marie 11/5/10
