Children Are NOT a Distraction

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Children are not a distraction from important more work.

They are the most important work. C.S. Lewis10659426_10152750942419500_112174506662600616_n (1)

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Parlors

 

 

A tattered web

Outside my door

How intricate a design

Symbolic twists and turns of life

Paths to travel

And yet to be

Death awaits

For he who acts unwittingly

Listen to me

 

Dainty window from out she sees

Looks fragile, old and worn

Abandoned

Don’t be fooled

Lattice from brick to wood railing

Beware the slope from side to post

Remaining in the curve beneath

A trickster yes she waits

In her parlor you will be the feast

 

 

 

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For The Prompt Visit:

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week156/

 

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Friend Indeed

 

It must’ve been 3 a.m. The phone rang startling her body to attention picking up the receiver. She collapsed and they both hit the floor. That was enough. She got to her feet and put the receiver to her ear,

“Hhhlow?”

“Baby, you ok?”

It was her friend’s husband.

“Jeff, whhsp?”

“Baby, I got trouble. I need you to come pick me up.”

She was becoming more alert and knew for certain what she wasn’t going to do was get him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I got whiskey dick Baby. There’s someone at the bar and I don’t want to do something stupid.”

“Jeff the kids are asleep, did you try calling Dan?”

“He’s not answering.”

“Probably dead drunk himself. I’m calling Katie, that’s it. She has to come and get you.”

“No, she’ll be pissed.”

Jeff, she’s your wife. She’ll come and get you.”

He was in no condition to challenge her tone of voice.

“Ok Baby, call Katie.”

She hung up and pushed ‘Jeff & Katie’. It took only a couple rings.

“Kate it’s Terri”, she always used her real name with her friends, not what the boys called her. “Jeff called, he’s at a bar, says he’s got whiskey dick, doesn’t want to be stupid and needs to be picked up.” Kate started to rant about what her husband better not do but Terri cut her off. “Look, I don’t know any more I told him I’d call you.” Kate was agreeing she’d get him when Terri hung up. She had no patience at all with Kate complaining about her husband.

“Lived with him for eight years and married him anyway. Not like she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.”

She got cozy under the blankets and fell back to sleep.

Time Traveler

 

We used to meet up, us three

Regulars lent character, created atmosphere

You cooked so your sister’d be spoiled

It caught in my throat as I walked not far from my place

Not much exercise to boast

Mind wanders

How will it feel, no need to ask

I know

 

This way, thoughts to desserts but my reflection

passing restaurant glass, a jab to distract from the stab

crossed decadence off

Instead a scoop, chocolate drizzle, iced coffee combined

As cicadas numerous as biblical plagues

drowned music piped

But when all’s said and done, I won’t return

 

Miss you son

 

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/11/10/100-word-challenge-week154/

The prompt this week:

…Remember…

Opportunities

 

Years ago we thought

A Substitute Teacher meant free class

At school

No rules were followed at least we tried not to

Students spoke out of turn, never crude

Wanted to get out of schoolwork as a rule

 

Well I didn’t exactly under fear of what my parents would do to me if I were taken to the principal’s office for committing such an offense, but that didn’t stop anyone else. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing quite honestly as I sat, a giddy terror taking hold way back in the day. They’d eventually settle down and listen anyway.

 

Continuing on…

 

This hasn’t changed over time when a teacher is new

Who started it?

I wonder and have wondered why

 

I’m here now

Sub for the day

Appalled at what’s before my eyes

 

And ears for that matter

 

Anarchy arises

As students scoff, interrupt and mock

Undaunted I continue what the teacher expects

 

One rags on my hair counting its grays

A boy says “you’ll get old too”

“But I won’t look like that” she sneerily retorts

 

Am I not standing here

 

Rude wouldn’t you say?

But I pause the film and ask questions anyway

“Can we get on with it” another bitingly chimes in

 

Holding back a shudder I sigh

Won’t let fatigue take hold

Though badgered I be

 

Curling up on the desk to sleep would be worse

 

I speak to those who listen

Those precious few

Now there’s schoolwork to do

 

Packets to fill

“Please work on your own

It’s what your teacher says”

 

Dissed and dismissed

They do what they want

Redirect though I must

 

It’s to no avail

Administrators come with Pretense their support

Favorite students acting up you see

 

They don’t behave like this normally debatable philosophy

 

I’m left in a quandary that I don’t know

I find out soon enough

All responsibility falls on me

 

Though I’ve followed example set by other teachers I’ve seen

There are other schools to teach fortunately

But the outcome weighs, won’t leave

 

Heartsick I move on

They’re raising terrorists here

Don’t they realize action’s truth

 

The next generation of looters

When the lights fail

Yet they look the other way

 

Under protection’s guise

I fear the students knew

With what they’d get away

 

And what about the sub

Being reduced insignificant

Turned for the worse vocation’s risk

 

Let’s go back to those days

Of giddy terror of innocent misbehave

A reverence for life that’s not thrown away