This is Caleb Carlyle Curtis reporting live Sunday, February 17, 2019 via web-cam for my blog, Genuine Confessions of a Myth-Taken Freak. I tracked him down here deep in the Wisconsin woods after long arduous months of searching involving the follow-up of false leads, rumors, and word of mouth. Today I shall share with you the truth! I am always awed and amazed at the reality behind our legends. This time was no different. It’s true what they say about people shrinking as they get older, Paul Bunyan is living proof, no longer a robust giant eight feet tall, he has dwindled to a grey-haired mere six-and-a-half feet, he can still swing a mean axe although arthritis is starting to take its toll. He is currently earning a living creating custom-designed log houses. He proudly escorted me around his latest masterpiece. When asked about Babe, Paul admits shame-faced, that when times were hard during the Depression he traveled down South. People down there were starving and as a result, Babe went back up to the Great Man in the sky; he stated that the great Blue Ox made a wonderful barbecue that fed half the state of Texas.
The wide horizon beckons
Time for me to check-in
The cost of exploration is hard to reckon
Space teaches hard lessons.
I am proud to be an astronaut
Though the life’s sometimes fraught.
Moving in Zero-G is a familiar feat
I slip easily into the pilot’s seat
My take off is sweat
I state without any conceit.
The spaceship’s engines roar
Stars and planets galore
The universe is mine to explore
Outward and onward evermore.
Exactly 74 words
Weekend Writing Prompt # 93: “Horizon” This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 74 words.
Rhaelke Drifficent, Dragon-Mage, blinked her eyes at her strange surroundings; everything was boxy and square, not a fluid curve in sight. Flora colors were wrong, bilious greens in place of gay oranges. The sky! It was blue not red. Her eyes watered, it was too bright, no comforting concealment from numerous smoking vents. Her weight crushed down on her lungs, she struggled to inhale; the air was thin, lacking in sulfur. Her guts roiled and churned, gurgling ominously. She could feel her Power fading. Saliva formed in her mouth, tasting of bile, frantically she gulped it down. Carefully she growled out the words for the anti-nausea charm, nothing happened. She tried again, concentrating on pronouncing each syllable exactly. She experienced a momentary relief and then the charm just fizzled. She sought the energy-web of this world. Stunned she found that this world was completely devoid of Magick! Her anxiety rose as she realized that she was quickly losing control of her flame. A loud ‘burppp’ racked her frame. An embarrassingly small puff of flame trickled from her jaws. The landscape wavered, moments later she was safely back home. She swore a solemn oath, “Never again shall Idrink queruill-berry juice!”
Sweet the night’s whispers sound
Soft as a lover’s sigh
Speaking of secret sins
Steered by the breeze
Surreptitiously caressing my cheeks
Savoring of hidden passions
Seductively sounding a lullaby
Singing stellar scales
Soothing the savage spirit
Senses open wide
Sacred is the hour of day’s end
Supplicant am I
Star spangled sky
Such sable splendor
Shadowed by silvered moonlight
Souls soar aloft
Seeking the solace of assurance
Surprises and mysteries surround
Suggesting the heart’s truth
Slaking unchecked thirsts
Scavenging buried scandals
Shush now, don’t cry
Inspired by Go Dog Go Café: Tuesday Writing Prompt: Use the phrase “Night’s whisper” in a poem of any kind.
Sullen is the summer sky
Searing hot the sun
Shadows, formed of inky blots
Stealthily move along slyly
Scanning their surroundings
Sanguine thirsts stir, insatiable
Sleek shapes slinking
Satanic slitted eyes gleam
Sighted is the target
Surprise! They spring
Saber sharp teeth stab
Stricken is the prey
Inspired by Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge August 28, 2018
Write a poem where every line begins with the same letter, and no line begins with the same word. Happy writing!
She felt her heart melt with love, even as his chocolate-fudge ice-cream cone dripped and left a large dark smudge on her formerly spotless yellow sundress. She savored the scent of the sweetly powdered baby in her arms and hugged her nephew close.
Inspired by Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge July 24, 2018https://godoggocafe.com/2018/07/24/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-july-24-2018/