If I Were Moses’ Mother

Of all stories in the Bible
I really must quip
As to whether God and Moses
had a healthy relationship
And to analyze
this matter even further
What would I say
if I was Moses’ mother?

Admittedly it would be
hard to understand it
After freeing the Jews and the business
with the 10 Commandments
I’d probably want to know
what he thought there was to it
And ask him, “If God asked you to jump off a bridge
would you do it?”

I’d say “You are a person
of your own free will!
You keep hanging out with that God boy,
you’ll get yourself killed!
Nothing good will come of it,
he’ll lead you on the road to ruin!
Why don’t you go see
what that nice Satan boy is doing?”

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Edie

I apologize if you are seeing this post twice. It didn’t seem to get out to a lot of my readers.

Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth

imgres-28She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars,
Although she swore she visited Mars,
And floated through the Milky Way,
A path from which she went astray.

When she had to be let go,
Like Alice down the rabbit hole,
To the gravity that would not hold her girth,
As she came careening down to earth.

And though I doubted the truth of where she was from,
When she said she was hanging with Major Tom,
Endlessly circling the atmosphere,
And wishing that his wife were there.

As she floated through the delicate balance,
Space truckin’ the Aurora Borealis,
Skipping through Venus’ fiery dunes,
And forever trying to catch the moon.

But somehow she defied the material,
So luminous and so ethereal,
With feet that never quite touched ground,
But in her wake moon dust footprints found.

Then one day she just disappeared,
She said she was not…

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Edie

imgres-28She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars,
Although she swore she visited Mars,
And floated through the Milky Way,
A path from which she went astray.

When she had to be let go,
Like Alice down the rabbit hole,
To the gravity that would not hold her girth,
As she came careening down to earth.

And though I doubted the truth of where she was from,
When she said she was hanging with Major Tom,
Endlessly circling the atmosphere,
And wishing that his wife were there.

As she floated through the delicate balance,
Space truckin’ the Aurora Borealis,
Skipping through Venus’ fiery dunes,
And forever trying to catch the moon.

But somehow she defied the material,
So luminous and so ethereal,
With feet that never quite touched ground,
But in her wake moon dust footprints found.

Then one day she just disappeared,
She said she was not happy here,
And responded with a sultry frown,
At the gravity that weighed her down.

Some say the earth reclaimed her soul,
And sunk her miles down below,
But I think she went back up in a fiery blur,
And when I see the stars I think of her.

Avoidance 101

Oh no, here comes Brenda,
I could not be more annoyed,
My body goes into flight mode,
My mind screams out “Avoid!”

I can’t take the risk of her seeing me,
I’ll do all in power,
To avert an insipid conversation in which,
She will talk for hours.

But no escape route seems plausible,
There’s no disguise that will help,
To change course now would only serve to make,
A spectacle of myself.

But I fear it is too late,
As here Brenda draws nigh,
And there’s no mistaking that she has,
Looked me straight in the eye.

So I think of excuses I could make,
My mind begins to race,
While I plaster a huge, phony,
Smile on my face.

A Herculean effort that takes,
Every fiber of my being,
But never quite prepares me,
For what it seems that I am seeing.

For Brenda pulls her hat down low,
She pulls her coat collar high,
Ducks a bit, increases her pace,
And quickly walks on by.

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Back To School Night Stinks

Back to school night,
is so wonderful indeed,
It often makes me regret,
ever having had to leave.

As I’m immediately taken,
with a weird need to transgress,
Deeply seated in my distain,
for teachers and midget sized desks.

But the other night was quite exceptional,
as my son played the part,
By a mid lecture emittance,
also known as a fart.

And try as I might,
there was little hope of masking,
The fact that all of us,
were hysterically laughing.

Cause nothing’s funnier then,
a well timed passing of gas,

And I’m thankful the teacher
didn’t ask us
if there was something
we’d like to share
with the class.

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Waking Up Dead

Deep in sleep I was when a dream,
so awful did occur,
I was heading down a mountain,
life going by in a blur.

When the car I was in crashed,
and I saw my body lying still,
And from it my soul ascended,
rest assured I had been killed.

And then I awoke,
and it occurred to me a fright,
For if you die in your dreams,
supposedly you die in real life.

And one look in the mirror,
proved it sure enough,
My skin gray and translucent,
I looked like death warmed up.

I spoke to my family about,
the day ahead and all their chores,
To find in no uncertain terms,
I was completely ignored.

Sent a bunch of texts and emails,
all of which confirmed,
that I truly must be dead,
since none of them were returned.

I decided to go into work,
since no truer was the test,
And there i found my boss,
amidst the most terrible mess.

And if i was merely an apparition,
somehow I caught his sight,
As he bellowed, “This is all your fault,
now make it right!”

And from then on forward,
there seemed not much transgression,,
As my life plods on by,
in a somewhat similar succession.

So that to this day I find it,
still impossible to tell,
If I am alive,
or if I’ve died and gone to hell.

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I’d like to thank http://moxieinthemaking1.wordpress.com/ for turning me on to this prompt.

See her take on it here:

http://moxieinthemaking1.wordpress.com/2014/08/29/prompt-response-waking-up-dead/

Genius Misguided

imgresHe waited for an hour,
And then an hour more,
Resolutely he decided,
The selection of his chore.

The handwriting must be impeccable,
The spelling must be correct,
Grammar to the letter,
So that no one would suspect.

The excuse would be bulletproof,
The alibi watertight,
As time ticked away into,
The better part of the night.

And when finally he was done,
Almost beyond belief,
The pride he took in admiring,
His fraudulent masterpiece.

He kissed the very paper,
Wearing a self satisfied smirk,
At the pains he would take to get out of,
Doing his homework.

 

Ooooh….That Smell

Did you get a whiff of the air?
Something is smelling quite rotten,
And whatever happened to that watermelon?
Is it laying in the fridge forgotten?!

And then with a look of absolute fear,
We all ran to the fridge,
And tossed aside the many items,
To find where the watermelon hid.

And indeed there lie that offending fruit,
Buried behind the meat,
Now far beyond questionable,
For anyone to eat.

But rather it seemed it mutated into,
A completely different form,
And perhaps would soon grow arms and legs,
And walk right out the door.

Or maybe it would turn into a monster,
An easy metamorphosis,
And in return for our neglect,
It would lock us up and torture us.

Or perhaps we should take it’s picture,
And post it on Facebook,
So all of our friends can become sick to their stomaches,
After having a look.

But I think it would be much more appropriate,
To act as if we’re doing a favor,
And try to pass it off as pickles,
And give it to our neighbors.

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