My grandpa sat me down one day and said “My Dear it’s Time”
“It’s Time to tell you all about the old foolish Nine.”
“The foolish Nine, alas, such a tragedy.
But I’m sure thankful it didn’t happen to me.”
“The foolish Nine were nine old men who decided to go out west
But halfway there they stopped for lunch an’ started arguin’ ‘bout what tastes best.
Now these old men where ornery, as ornery as some mules.
So these old men kept arguin’ a long way past noon.
They kept up this disagreement till the sun was gone,

I was thrilled when my parents came home on my fifteenth birthday and announced that they had brought home a surprise. I had known what I wanted all summer and now the moment was finally here! Could it be? Yes! My parents opened up the box and my wishes were fulfilled at last. Inside the box was my own brand-new guitar.

The creature was so cute! She was a new born, too, so she couldn’t stand up on her own. She was the most beautiful guitar I have ever seen and her eyes looked like slits. I guessed that was due to the fact that she was only a few weeks old.

Fierce anger consumes my mind
as I think of the time you abused my mime.
How could you treat him like an animal
when he's a harmless actor in this cruel, cruel world?

You tripped him and then you stole his black beret.
You dowsed his shirt in red Kool-Aid.
I'll never forgive you for what you did at that time.
When you thought it'd be funny to hurt my mime.

God wove a web of loveliness
Of clouds and stars and birds
But made not anything at all
So beautiful as words
~Anna Hempstead Branch

We are all pencils in the hand of God
~Mother Teresa

God’s teeming creation that frustrates and delights me…far exceeds anything I could make up
~Janie B. Cheaney

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice
~Cyril Connoly

Every time an artist creates…they act in the image of the Creator
~James Romaine

During the middle of a fine rich dinner in London.

Music is softly playing in the background and two older couple are eating a fine dinner.

Note: Based on a true story.

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Sometimes I like to take a peak at “Behind the Scenes”
Grab the remote and some popcorn and sit myself down
But usually I end up getting very disappointed…
And sit there for a while just staring with a frown.
I find out my favorite character is a thick-headed loser
The gal he falls in love with is really a brunette –
The director of this grand movie is just a lazy snoozer
Now I know there was something else, but I seem to forget…

Dearest Ofailia,
I feel as though it has been years since I last wrote you. I realize I should have replied to your last letter months ago but I find that between the crash of the toothpaste factory where I worked when you sent me that last letter, and starting up my new stationary business I have been rather busy, so please forgive the long delay, believe me, I would have written you sooner if I could have found the time.

There is one thing I have learned throughout my life, and that is, do not leave a cup full of any liquid out in the open for more than five seconds when a bunch of friends are around you. You see, there could be trouble, and that there was. This, my friend, is coming from personal experience. Take my advice.

Well hi! It’s me, your awesome and good ol’ pal
Wait… you don’t even know me… well introduce myself, I shall!
My name is Whatsit, and I dunno what to write,
But I am good at playing marbles, and flying a kite.

If ye ever need help now an’ then, writin’ a poem
Just gimme a call at 180-LOST – that’s my number at home.
Most of the time I’m there, but half the time I’m not,
Usually I’m trying to untie my own poetry knot.