Category: Bladder cancer

As you can probably tell

I think humor’s swell

A giggle or two

Whatever suits you

 

 

If you try to hold it in

Seeing others only grin

Submersing a chuckle

May cause you to buckle

Could try to use a knuckle

To suppress that ruckle

 

 

But a good old heehaw

From an old grampa

Is a sight to behold

Because when you’re old

You tend to get bold

Don’t ever do as been told.

 

 

So laughing out loud?

Go ahead, do it, be proud!

Smiling does cause wrinkles

But shows those cute dimples

Laughing is nothing to suppress or fight

So chuckle and smile, have a delight!

 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/chuckle/

There are many performers I love and have admired over the years.  One of my favorites is Dick Van Dyke, actor, comedian, dancer, singer, writer and producer. My husband and I watched every show of his when it aired on television in the sixties. My favorites were the slapstick performances and his interpretation of objects.  His impressions and different voices were very entertaining. The video below requires you turn up the volume, it’s very old and poor quality.  The Dick Van Dyke show ran from 1961-1966.

https://rugby90843.blog/2017/04/19/atozchallenge-p/

Sometimes I feel like a tourist

In life, on the outside, just visiting.

I disguise myself to have

Brief moments of fitting in.

Traveling in and out of other’s

Lives and experiences.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/18/daily-word-prompt-69-tourist/

Sun or clouds or rain

Funny that life and weather

Can bring joy or pain

My heart loves the sunny days

But my knees do not like rain.
http://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/04/19/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-41-weather-life/

Keep calm she told herself. Knees, stop shaking. Spine, stop running up and down chills. You’re not cold, you’re just scared. Well, not scared, petrified! If you were petrified, you wouldn’t be shaking. I’m babbling, I’m making no sense at all. Why would I? I’m trapped with no means of escape. It’s been three days, or is it four? Let’s see, the first day he brought me here was Monday. I know because I was just stopping for coffee on my way to work. Yes, it was Monday, the day I’d prefer to sleep. I always stop on Monday, that’s my routine. I hate Mondays, so I stop for coffee to relax before starting another week.  

Please stop that shaking! My legs are aching from the shaking. Hey, it rhymes!  It’s not really cold, so STOP SHAKING! Okay, it was Monday, so that’s the first day, and that is when he offered to pick up my car keys. I thought what a nice thing to do, and then he pushed me into my car and before I could react we were driving. I turned to say something and when I looked toward him, he hit me hard in the stomach. When I woke up I was right here where I still remain today. I think today is Wednesday? It’s so dark and I can’t see through the boards.  

It’s been two days, I’m sure of it. He’s brought broth for two meals, so it must be two days. Today is Wednesday, I’m sure of it. I think he broke a rib, maybe two, it’s so hard to breathe.  Three days, but I’m not keeping score. I should. When they rescue me, they WILL rescue me, and set me free, they’ll want to know. Does it make a difference how long someone keeps you against their will?

I’m sure it’s Wednesday. That means I’ve not been to work in three days. Surely someone will wonder where I am, if I’m sick, if I’m all right. Sure they will, and then trace my steps, finding I’m not home sick, but some maniac abducted me. Right in front of my favorite coffee shop. Certainly someone must have seen what happened. Will they remember, though? It’s Wednesday, most people don’t remember an hour ago activities in a busy shop. Three days now. Someone must wonder where I am.

Miss independent, how do you like it now? If you weren’t a loner, if you had a mate, if you had friends, they would be missing you. But you have to be on your own. See what happens when you’re by yourself? No one will miss you, no one will be looking for you, wondering.

Office acquaintances? No, I hate socializing with them. I have to work beside them all day, every day, why would I want to be with them on my time off? I like being by myself. Then I can BE myself. Well that’s fine, but look where you are now? Look at this hovel! You’re trapped here because you chose to lead the life of a loner. You used to think it was rebellious, an adventure awaiting. Not so much anymore. The vitality of that turned into lonely reality. Maybe this is all a dream, reminding me of the bad decisions I’ve made. It might be a dream, but the stink of three days confined to this small space proves me wrong. You wouldn’t be smelling that in a dream, maybe a nightmare.  

I’d give anything to be in a nightmare right now, not this horrid rat trap. There’s no ghosts flying around, no vampires lurking, just a mentally unstable man, a kidnapper. What could he want of me? There’s no ransom to be collected, no happy reunion at the end of the ordeal. There is just me in this big box. My ribs are hurting again. Too much breathing — that’s almost funny! And my legs keep shaking, why won’t they stop? Please, just stop! Maybe this IS a joke, a colossal humorous lesson from the powers that be — we told you you were crazy to live alone in the city!  

I wonder if he’s bringing broth again tonight. I wonder if he’ll speak. I wonder how long he’ll keep me here. I really need a bath. Surely someone will notice I’m gone by now.  

Weekly Writing Prompt #85

“Joe, do you see what I see?”  Harry couldn’t help noticing the water getting darker under him, and it was spreading.  He shouted to his friend Joe again, “Hey, Joe!  What’s going on?”  

Joe was trying to turn his board around but it proved difficult.  Something was touching his feet, and he felt himself being lifted, but that was impossible.  He wasn’t that far from shore, and the pier was right there!  He started to panic, what the heck was happening?  “Harry!  Look!  It’s getting bigger!”

Harry was also being lifted, board and all.  This isn’t happening, he reasoned.  We’re a few yards from shore and the pier!  He tried to get closer to Joe, but both boys were floundering.  

The darkness was growing and the boys were knocked off their boards, falling onto the big object under them.  It felt smooth and slightly soft.  They found they could actually stand up on whatever this was.  They ran towards each other and held on to each other.  The boys were  not falling, they were being slowly maneuvered toward shore, still standing on this, this, what?  They grabbed each other for balance, shocked in disbelief.  The object actually tipped and they slid towards the shoreline, perfectly unharmed.

As slowly as it had appeared, it disappeared under the surface.  The boys fell back on the sand, still in the shock of what transpired.  Just as they were getting to their feet again, eyes still on the water, they saw it.  The incredulous sight of the huge dark form flying out of the water and into the sky.  So quick, they looked at each other to wordlessly confirm it really happened.

It seemed no one noticed the strange occurrence.  The only real evidence that something did happen, were the empty boogie boards floating by themselves.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/17/daily-picture-prompt-121/

Mirrors are valuable things

For combing your hair

Or checking your chins.

But make no mistake 

They can’t show the real you

They only show the top view

It’s what’s underneath that’s the real you.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/17/daily-word-prompt-68-mirrors/

Everyone noticed

She was very beautiful

But that was the curse

None knew her true loveliness

Beauty of the heart within.

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2017/04/17/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-145-beautifulcurse/

Was it the tide going out, or the clouds overhead that put her in this state of ambedo? Gray skies were warning Melanie to take care lest she be caught in the storm. She hurried along the boardwalk.  Melanie was a voracious biker, but not wanting to drown herself and the pile of books in her basket, she switched gears to hasten her flight home.

“There you are, Melanie. I was worried you’d get caught in the rain!” Her mother was always worrying about her, even though she didn’t misbehave often. Lovely fragrances filled the kitchen as her mother placed a plate and fork on the table.

“I made your favorite today, Blackberry Crumble.” Her mother enjoyed making treats for her daughter and the time it took for her to eat them. That was their special togetherness time. Melanie liked to dazzle her mom with wild stories of happenings at school. Her mother listened intently, secretly wishing these times would not end.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/04/17/wordle-151-april-17th-2017%e2%80%b3/

The days of barbed wire fences are hopefully waning, even illegal in some areas. The danger of them was apparent as my dad discovered in his youth. He fell off a horse and was caught in the saddle’s stirrups. When the horse cleared the fence, my dad did not. The accident resulted in almost detaching his foot from his leg. Living on the prairie with no aid in sight, his mother poured alcohol in the huge wound and wrapped it up. The scar was frightening.

Presently, electric fences are the norm, using a small jolt of electricity to contain animals. Children often need to test these devices, usually not more than once. Reminds me of the warning, don’t put your tongue on the icy, cold metal pole. They have to try it once. . . just once.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/jolt/