Still silent

‘Cause this masterpiece is so addicting, I have to share with others and hope that they will want to share them too. 😉

Making it write

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Sly
sunshine
serenades
Sally, staring,
~ sitting still, silent ~
seeming shyly serene.
Silken skin sweetly shimmers,
sheen suggesting summertime sweat.
Slowly she slides ~ so slowly ~ slipping
~ speeding ~ sinking southwards ~ slumping, senseless~
seated still. Someone sees; screams seer sky.
Small scarlet splashes seep, swelling,
staining Sally’s shorts, shirt, skin,
swamping sweat, soaking seat.
Somewhere, sirens sound ~
speeding, shrieking.
Still, silent,
Sally
stares

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A double etheree this time (100% alliterated) – still playing wordgames…

©Jane Paterson Basil

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DELIRIOUS RUCKUS

A reminder from the Potheads next door, more importantly from Miss Strumpets’ minion Potti A and or Potti B. One could call her small, younger carbon copies her children, but you dare not to say, nay remind Miss Strumpet’s cigarette-stained, strained sagging personage of fact(s). Rather she refers to them as she does so frequently, eloquently with her words – her little bastards, bitches, the occasional sniveling little brat(s). Depends really on the time of day and or which weekday you catch Miss Strumpet when she is not in one of her questionable moods.

The Timeless Reminder Dear Follower(s) -Not every gift or any token (financial mostly) from a friend you made some eons ago is a lifelong (free) guarantee. So-called old friend(s) will want their gift or monies returned/refunded once Miss Strumpet has decided to close her legs to the long-distant friend.

A state onsight example of such a returned gift. A few weeks ago, that’s right, just a few weeks ago, Miss Strumpet’s gifted vehicle was reclaimed by said long-distant friend and or by his family. Mayhaps it was the family of said long-distant friend; the loud and uproarious squabble leaves out much detail with the repossession facts. Miss Strumpet’s friend from the North was, is a bit old in the tooth’, if you get my meaning. And why the hell not get your Benefit returned when the other friend is no longer exchanging her goods for his gift? Said long-distant friend and or his family from the North was, after all, paying the Car Note and Insurance. Only responsibilities Miss Strumpet had to address were Maintenance and Gas.

Now how does Miss Strumpet manage her daily usage of said vehicle, with no long-term and or short-term employment? A hint reader(s), Miss Strumpet bullies her grown children verbally. When that old trick does not work, Miss Strumpet carries on and on about her younger days when she was young and free and had no responsibilities of taking care of her demanding little brats. Talk about sad, sad guilt trip that no wants to hear let alone be reminded of continuously. So, of course, the ungrateful little brats fork over what little monies they have just to keep Miss Strumpet happy and out of their home.

A few concluding thoughts and or phrases for January 31, 2017…

Friends With Benefits -Alas, it seems the rage these days. But One must remember to be within short, regular commute to exchange these so-called Benefits, or else it may not be qualified as FWB. Our so-called, well-established lawmakers may call it something else.

Solicitation -self-explanatory.

Prostitution -again, such word, meaning is self-explanatory.

Greedy George

This is just so groovy, I need to share this treasure with others. 😉

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greedy

Gross!
Greedy
George gorges;
gulps gazpacho,
guzzles gingersnaps;
gives gargantuan groan…
gusts gigantic, gruesome gas…
gesticulates… grabs gut… goes green.
George gone! Graceless guests gawk, gasp, goggle,
Ghastly girlfriend gapes, gets giggles. Ghoulish.

~O~

I wrote this poem last night, for a contest which required  an etheree poem containing as much alliteration as possible. An etheree consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.

To make sure I wasn’t outdone on the alliteration count, every word begins with G. I was quite pleased with the result.

When I tried to enter the contest, I was automatically  disqualified. The contest organiser had decreed that nobody who’d won a contest on that platform in the past 90 days was eligible. I think I’ve come 1st, 2nd or 3rd on that platform eight or nine times.

I thought I’d post it here instead. 

©Jane Paterson…

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DELIRIOUS WARNING(S)

To my reader(s), please keep in mind that I have only been here in this situation as a close and or near-distant Eye/Auditory Witness to said posted events. Not everything that has happened obviously took place on this my posted date here, but rather at some point within, around or not far off in the distance Two Thousand One Hundred Ninety some days of continued living. While the drawn-out drama continues daily with no sight of any resolution, I ask you, the reader(s), to join me, if only for a few minutes out of your day and take a trip with me on the Delirium Train. Of course, there will be detours, but with an offer of coffee, tea, bottled water and an assortment of cakes and other sugary treats I can assure you, my dear reader(s), the trip is a treat onto itself.

I came across so many sites and wanted to share my top 3 selections that I found most interesting while exploring the Advantages/Disadvantages of Trip, Tripping and or Tripping out. Take a gander, if you choose -at your own risk of course.

https://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php/Number/12207840
https://drugs-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=171020
https://forum.grasscity.com/threads/tripping-off-weed.1256626/

DELIRIOUS DECISIONS

I am tired, and I am happy. I am achy and suffering my daily dose of some undetermined headache (no surprise there), and still, I am functioning, just barely. So sit with me for a moment or two my dear follower(s) and take a ride with me on today’s Delirium Train.

2:22 pm Eastern Standard Time -Decided to establish a new category tad-da titled Daily Dribble of Delirium.

2:24 pm -A question of self, How much longer can I afford (personally) of myself to live here across from these habitual Potheads aka Functioning Stoners aka Shrieking Shrikes of Shits -with all their incessant bickering, brawling, and batterings?

2:27 pm -Answer. I have survived nearly five years here with these bottom-feeding dwellers, what is another day?

A concluding thought for January 29, 2017.

Saucy strumpet
strutting in sensuous silks
scatters snippets of Sherman Sticks
to her selfish, squabbling serfs.

*Sherman stick Crack cocaine combined with marijuana in a blunt.