Stone rolled back

It’s a empty cave,
Not a game,
Nor a grave,
But an empty tomb,
We are invited in,
For the challenge.
Dripping graving,
Life is making,
Strutting obstacles
Stalagmighty
Brimming with Grace
The last lap ,
Of our race,
Proves the Resurrection
Is real!

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Bearing up under pressure

Once the stone,
Rolled back;
We we’re
Invited into
the inner chamber
Resurrecting our hearts,
Minds and souls.
Reaping the benefits
Of the one that went
Before us teaching us
To bear our own
Crosses daily.

Palmed

Entry into soiled hearts
Triumphant entry
Is conceived after death
Giving up self
Creates a marriage
Two souls conjoined
Fronds of love
Waved at the Husband
Life is the reception
Marriage made in heaven.

I strive to see

I strive to see,
Humanity.
At times the bell rings its
Clarity
While other times
Obscurity.
Prayers pronounce,
Hope.
Darkness taunts hope’s
Fears.
Prevailing sentiment,
Empowers hope.
Those who arise to shine,
Embrace truth.

In a Whisper

Within a whisper a child is born
The passion of lovers

In a whisper
Passion springs forth

Passions name determines their being
In a whisper their being whispers

The world responds to their souls
Continuing the ripple of whispers

Emma’s Poem

Emma

I am second but I am first

As I grew my soul and being

Did come into existence with love

My bubble kept me safe

I could not see mom or dads face

But I heard them say I love you

As I grew I knew their voices

And Madison’s touches with wet kisses

Our mom’s belly was a chamber

I heard the echoes of love and laughter

Mom told Madison about me

I know everyone is waiting to see me

They have met me through God’s love

God divides joints, bones, and marrow

Man chooses what to keep for his tomorrow

Love draws me to my time on earth

Peace is still before my birth

As I arrive kicking and screaming

My parents will guard my life’s meaning

Madison will be waiting with her smile

I will wonder what’s going on for a while

Mom and dad’s love and instinct will show the way

Madison will love me anyway

At first, she might be mad at me

There used to be only three

But soon our connection will be firm

From there we will join into a pact as sisters

Only to bring to confusion all who witness

Love will prevail as we grow

Madison and I will be best friends

That I know

 

Old Willies Mart Chapter 2

Old Willie’s Mart Chapter two

The mattresses with the plastic still on them reminded me of our honeymoon with oil and visqueen. Oil up and slide around, it makes the good times interesting. The cleanup is extensive because once you think you have all the crevices oil free something starts to smell like essential oils gone rogue.

After belching and farting from the salsa and bean dip we were ready to get comfortable and watch the next video. Most videos they use for luring people to buy the TV’s are G rated. I am guessing the kids demand the movie and the parents like the big screen and imagine their preferred programming. I scrounged through the back and found Red. I love that movie, retired CIA operatives.  After that movie, Jonathon wanted to role play.

I hid out in the cosmetic aisle pretending to be a model and Jonathon came around the corner dressed in camouflage and he asked: “Mam can I help you?”

I knew right away what he wanted because he had spike heels in his holster instead of a gun. Hey, Lube is plentiful over the counter, so I am golden.  What to do at 2am that you would not do at home? Jonathon concurs that sleeping is not an option since this is a once in a lifetime adventure, which may lead to jail time so we must make the best of it.

The one thing we did not expect is Big Willie who owns the place to stop by. I heard the footsteps coming down aisle 4. I looked at Jonathon with his half-eaten grin from our latest fantasy, the grin was suddenly wiped off his face and reality were taking its place for both of us.

Big Willie was in the building and when I say big I mean all 300 pounds of him. Jonathon decided to meet Big Willie head on, he walked down aisle 4 and said: “Hey Willie my name is Jonathon Teel my wife Leona and I got locked in at closing time we were both in the restroom.”

Willie stopped took a look at me standing a few feet behind Jonathon and I said: “I started a tally of the things we took for our consumption. We will put back the rest of the items.”

Willie said: “I will help you put things back that you used. For the record, the security cameras caught your escapades.”

Jonathon and I looked at each other and then back at Willie. Jonathon was the first to realize that Willie was messing with us.

 Jonathon said: “Really? What took you so long to get here?”

Willies said: “Hey I love free porn.”

It must have shown that I was embarrassed because Willie said: “Mam I don’t have security cameras. “

I asked: “What are you doing here at 2am?”

Willie answered: “After my wife passed away I can’t sleep so I come in do some paperwork for a couple of hours. I then go back home to nap until it’s time to open up for the day, being that we are closed on Sunday I do inventory and paperwork. “

I said: “Well, I will write down our address and I will be expecting you over at 6 pm for a good Sunday dinner.”

Willie accepted the invitation and he said our Saturday’s dinner was on him.

Once we got home Jonathon and I crashed and slept until noon.  Willie came for dinner promptly at 6 and we decided to include Willie every Sunday for dinner. I am hoping one day to introduce him to my cousin Martha.

Old Willies Mart Chapter 1

Old Willies Mart Chapter one

My husband and I got out of work at the same time; we decided to meet at Old Willies Mart to pick up some party supplies (old people weekend stuff) for our Saturday night special. Usually, we pick up beer, rotisserie chicken, and or pizza and then we go next door to the 24-hour movie rental. Tonight we were both running late as soon as we got there we both had to take a leak. I went into the ladies room he went into the men’s room. I am glad we still have that distinction.

The decision making happened when we walked out of the restroom; I looked around and noticed no one at the registers, the emergency lights were on and I heard my husband say: “I think they closed up and we are locked in for the night.”

I looked at him and laughed and then said: “Well, we could call 911, or, go to the camping section pull out a tent, cots, and a sleeping bag, pitch it in the electronics section, hook up a CD player to the 90 inch TV.”

He said: “I will do the technical stuff you go get the munchies and other supplies, but Leona make sure what you chose we can afford. I don’t want to be busted for stealing.”

I am glad my husband is adventurous even though we probably should call 911 or at least an attorney to understand the risk, but damn this might be the best Saturday night for two 60 plus-year-olds. As I was running through the isles as though I just won a free shopping spree I took the time to log into my Blog on Blogster letting my Blog friends know what had happened. Many warned me that we would be in trouble if we did not call 911 right away while others egged us on.

They had already put away the rotisserie chicken so I grabbed some bread, cheese, prepackaged lunch meat, pickles, chips, beer, bottle opener and paper towel. At that point, I figured if we needed anything else I could just run and grab it and add it to the list of what I already took since I started making an itemized list of items and their cost as I went along.

Jonathon was pragmatic he checked to see what movies were already out of the packages; the movies they run as shoppers peruse the store, he also used a DVD player that was already being used by the store. Yep, he is a thinker. The tent would not fit in the aisle in front of the TV so he settled for two bean bag chairs and for sleeping two sleeping bags with a yoga mat as a mattress for each, for one night it will have to do but I may opt for a lounge chair with a yoga mat and a sleeping bag both can easily be replaced for sale.

As we were settling in Jonathon said: “Leona we need to get our stories straight, let’s tell the first people to find us here that we left our phones in the car.”

My eyes went wide and I said: “Oh darn I just posted something on my blog at Blogster.”

He said: “Okay we can either say that our batteries died or say we left them in the car. I will be telling the truth but you could hide yours in that cavernous bag you call a purse.”

I loved that idea and I figured I could do both, make my battery die and hide my phone in my cavernous purse. Eventually, reality will kick in and we will worry about the consequences but right now we are enjoying our bucket list.

I said to Jonathon: “ I am having such a great time it’s as though we are having a private party in someone else’s house.”

He said: “Funny you should say that I was just thinking we should try out the mattresses and pretend it’s in someone else’s bed.”
I said: “Oh and help me get the standup mirrors and place them in the right spots. But make sure you wear a condom we don’t want any incriminating evidence.”

We both laughed and this was one time I did not need a shower afterwards. But I did use the ladies room for a cleanup and stood on my tippy toes for a blow dry.

 

 

Body Language Chapter 5 Conclusion

Body Language Chapter 5

The first night I slept like a log after I became accustomed to the noise of nature. The rain finally stopped the wind calmed and my body succumbed to a sound sleep.

It was still dark when I woke up to sounds emanating from the kitchen. I slowly got up and peeked around the door jam. Jake was standing in the kitchen in his black BVD’s. What a beautiful sight first thing in the morning. I went back to my room got dressed and did my best to make myself presentable. By the time I came out of my room the sun had started to rise, the kitchen was filling up with a golden hue through the small window. The aroma of coffee drew me to its liquid wakeup drug.  Jake came into the kitchen and much to my dismay he was fully dressed. I decided then and thereafter this insanity is over I was going to find myself a guy.

Jake’s big grin and deep good morning greeting did not help my libido at all. I really need to get a life beyond work. I sipped my coffee and allowed it to burn its drug through my every vein. After the second cup, I started to feel human. I finally sat down on the sofa and slowly drank my second cup. Jake laughed and said: “I take it you’re not a morning person?”

I smiled and said: “Nope, never have been. Some mornings my poor mom would have to literally pull me out of bed, stand me up and push me gently forward towards the bathroom, as an adult coffee helps me to get my motor running.”

Jake smiled and nodded and I said: “How long do you figure we will be staying here?”

Jake answered: “Depends on how fast Townes is caught and taken into custody. He seems to be good at what he does. I am concerned that he is good enough to figure out where we are. It would not take me long to figure it out if I were in his shoes and from what I understand Townes has a military intelligence background.”

My breath caught in my throat and the coffee went down the wrong pipe I started to cough and excused myself. I went into the bathroom to do my morning business and blow my nose. When I came out Jake was standing by the door, he had his finger to his lips to shush me. He took my shoulders and ushered me into my bedroom motioning for me to get into the closet. I sat down on the floor of the closet he threw pillows around me and a comforter over me and closed the door; I assumed all that was for protection. At that moment I was glad I already peed because I was scared shitless.

Everything was silent until I heard a door being busted in. Footsteps quickly came in the kitchen area, I could hear controlled breathing and sidestepping then again the steps came forward into my room. The room filled with the sweat of evil and expectation of death.

I heard a thump and then a thud and the dragging of something large. Suddenly everything went silent again; all I could do was cry. Finally, I heard Jakes’ voice say: “It’s me.” The closet door opened and Jake pulled me to himself, he took me to the living room set me on the couch.

He said: “Sit here I have him tied up outside. It’s going to be a long day.”

I nodded, he took my cup refilled it and his. After he handed me my cup he went back outside. It took a couple of hours before cars pulled in the driveway. The first car two men with vests that said FBI on them got out they walked over to Jake and spoke to him, then one of the men turned and walked toward the house.

He came in and sat on the couch asked me questions I had already answered a few times. It was a very long day, at the end of the day Jake asked if I wanted to stay or go back to the city. I said I really wanted to stay. I told him I had nothing to go back to just yet since my apartment was still a crime scene and my boss was in the hospital healing from the beating Townes gave him.

After 2 weeks I was finally ready to see what life without my best friend would be like. I needed to mourn and heal. Brian was kind enough to get a professional cleaning crew to clean my apartment. Linda had already been buried and her personal things removed from the apartment. Today I will visit her grave and say my goodbyes, tomorrow back to work and life.