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Creative Challenge: Golden

 

I look at the Creative Challenge and simply sigh

That I have this golden chance and know not why.

This challenge might be the most difficult yet

That in golden letters it should be set.

Not knowing the ending I must make a start

With golden promises that, are in my heart.

Shall I tell of an angel in a golden bed of glory

Then in gold clasps lock in the golden story?

Should I speak of the one of my truest desire?

Her fleece to be touched as dangerous golden fire.

The touch of her lips leaves me feverishly hot

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not.

As when the golden sun salutes the morn

With silken coats and golden rings to adorn.

Her hand in mine sends tremors through my very bones

Her golden touch could soften steel and stones

Her golden voice, from a golden era is a target

And that's the golden mark I seek to hit.

 

© Tim D. Culey -2013-

 

Perhaps the Tremeloes said it best.

Cold Steel

The man behind me is holding a razor to my neck

I must control my breathing, keep my emotions in check

I don’t want to anger him, not even in the least

I just sit here anxiously not uttering a peep

 

 

Suddenly something warm and wet is on my face

Why do I feel I’ve not been dealt an ace?

My bladder is full, and my pants are dry

That could change suddenly, I’m not sure why.

 

 

The man has a name, I’m almost certain it is Bill

A Spaniard by birth and the Barber of Seville

At first I am shocked when the substance whorls

It is just shaving cream down my check that swirls.

 

 

 

© Tim D. Culey -2013-

 

 

 

                                Figaro?

Circus Lover

Mitt Romney took a lot of heat during the presidential campaign about being rich and insensitive.

There seems to be at least one instance where his humanity came peeking through.

As a child, Mitt was always totally mesmerized by the circus and in particular by the clowns, who were more often than not “little people.”

He was devastated to find out that most of them retired from the circus penniless and lived in poverty since there was no pension plan available in the circus and most had not paid into social security.

He decided to take matters into his own hands and built an entire community in South Florida to accommodate the Little People. Everything in the condo’s was built to scale for a person 3 feet tall. All the sinks and cupboards were accessible to a little person. He had specially designed refrigerators and stoves put in, as well as miniature washing machines and dryers. Every modern convenience that can be found in a conventional house is in there, except at a scale comfortable to a person 3 feet tall.

The only problem was that the proposed residents did not have enough income to pay the rent. That is where the brief moment of Mitt’s sensitivity came to the surface. He generously announced that the residents could live there the rest of their lives and never have to pay a dime in rent. This was his way of thanking them for the countless hours of entertainment they had provided for him as a child.

In a gesture to immortalize his beloved wife, Mitt decided to call the new complex “Ann Romney’s Stay Free Mini Pads.”

 

 

 

The Cats Will Know

Cesare PAVESE

 

Again the rain will fall
on the sweet pavements,
a light rain
like a breath or a footstep.
Again the breeze and the dawn
will blossom lightly
beneath your footstep
as you reenter.
Among flowers and sills
the cats will know it.

There will be other days.
There will be other voices.
You will smile alone.
The cats will know it.
You will hear antique words,
tired and empty words
like the disused costumes
from yesterday's festivals.

You too will make gestures.
You will respond with words—
face of Spring,
you too will make gestures.

The cats will know it,
face of Spring;
and the light rain,
the hyacinth-color dawn,
that tears the heart of one
who no longer longs for you,
they are the sad smile
you smile alone.
There will be other days,
other voices and awakenings.
We will suffer at dawn,
face of Spring.

Written for his lover, the American actress Constance Dowling