Sweet

The joyous holiday season is upon it seems
Everywhere are variations on red and green
Many parts of the world are covered with snow
Just yesterday I thought I heard a “Ho – Ho – Ho!”

The holly is on the ivy and the egg is in the nog
Perhaps before long Ebenezer will post his blog
Think I will pass on the figgy pudding, thanks so much
Warm cider is nice, with some spirits, but just a touch

Sitting before the fire with a bowl of Chex mix
Goes a long way to help me get some Xmas kicks
There is an item I need to make Christmas complete
French by origin, a candy whistle that I call tout suite


© Tim D. Culey 9 Dec 2013

Flowing

The temptation is great, from time to time
To just watch the birds and drink our wine
We snooze in the sun then awake with a jerk
“Oh my God, I'm four hours late for work!
By the time I shower shave and make the commute
It will be time to come back home so what's the use?”
It's easy to make at least one plausible explanation
I have to skip work, I'm part of the “me generation.”
My boss will yell until his face is red and glowing
“At least dead fish move when the river is flowing!”

(c) Tim D. Culey -2013-

Love and Affection OR Education

In a recent discussion on a social media site it was suggested that it was perfectly fine to be ignorant so long as you had lots of love and affection in your life.

I thought about that and decided that, at least in my case, that didn’t hold true. Even though the Beatles said, “All you need is love” I think there is more to life.

Let me give an example of why I feel that way.

I once owned a Soft Tail Deluxe Harley Davidson, and she certainly was not a “Fatboy.”

I loved that bike more than words can express. Every day I would go into my garage and spend quality time with her. I would stroke her and tell her how much I loved her and how beautiful she was and what a fantastic shape she had. I would hug her and shower her with affection.

It began to occur to me that there could be more to our relationship, so I went to the HDTA (Harley Davidson Training Academy) to see if they could educate me into what I might be missing.

We started out slow. The first thing I learned was how to mount her. OMG, I was in heaven.

But little did I know how much more I had to learn.

The instructor said, “The fun won’t begin until you get her started. There are two ways to approach this. If you are into the rough stuff, you can kick her to get her started. If she doesn’t respond to that method, there is a small button hidden away that when you touch it just right is almost always going to get her started."

I’ve always thought of myself as a gentle sort of human being so I opted for the button. I found it, pressed it gently and lo and behold she started to purr! At this point, I am becoming a real fan of education.

My instructor said, “You’ve reached the point now where you are ready to stick her into gear and release the clutch … but do it very slowly, we don’t want her to buck you off.”

So I entered first gear and she went from purring to moaning. We took a short ride and it was like she could read my mind. If I went fast, she did too, if I went slow, she followed along. When I learned into the curves, she curved around me like a vine.

I deciced to move things up a notch to see what I could learn about 2nd gear. The first thing ithat happened is that the moan became a groan and I began the ride of my life.

I finally opened her wide and she gave me everything she had. The groans became screams and it was all I could do to keep up with her and not fall off.

My teachers had cautioned me that this could not go on indefinitely, so I began to throttle back and gear down. I stroked her fine frame and said, “Just relax a while. Now that I have the education to do this properly, there is nothing holding me back.”

There is a lot to be said for love and affection, but from my viewpoint it is amazing how just a small amount of  education  has changed my life forever.

I learned one more valulable lesson that day, no matter how tempting DO NOT put your tongue anwhere near her manifold AFTER you ride her!




(C) Tim D. Culey -2013-

Every Picture Tells a Story .. CC #278

 

Among some artists delineation and representation is their only stance

Some choose drawing, finger painting or even caricature to form a resemblance

It is possible to daub, etch or sketch to reveal your ideas or point of view

Though rare now, montage and ideograph are still popular among a few

 

There is something satisfying for those who chose to dabble in the  hierolglyphic

Creating the perfect collage, or painting a portrait can often be very therapeutic.

Whether an artist selects a silhouette, doodles a cartoon or ends up somatosensory

None of that is critical in the creation  so long as in the end every picture tells a story.

 

© Tim D. Culey -2013-

 

 

THINK

Little Huey was born with multiple problems
The extent of them all were not apparent
One by one his parents worked hard on them
Through it all Huey remained totally silent.

Therapists and specialists became his life
They were in and out on a daily basis
He said not a word, just accepted his strife
He sat mute as they covered all the bases.

Huey grew up and learned how to speak
What he was saying was not always clear
Nobody ever bothered to offer a critique
To the rules of syntax did he rarely adhere.

Huey spent hour upon hour in the gym
He was six-ten and hard as an ice skating rink
Nobody had the audacity to mock him
Even when he said, “Time to warsh up in the think.”

© Tim D. Culey -2013-