Alan suddenly realized that he might be alone for the rest of his life. He blamed it on that new tanning technique he found on YouTube. It supposedly guaranteed you would only use it once and never have to tan again. He daubed it on liberally, and just as the ad predicted, his skin started to darken. The next morning he woke up to find it was so dark, he no longer looked like himself. He was scared. Looking in the mirror he looked black, no longer the white skinned man he knew himself to be. He turned on the shower to hot and scrubbed himself raw, but the color was permanent. How could he go hang out with his white supremacist friends, or be in the Trump rally’s? How could he be accepted at work where all the people were white? He had no idea how to act, he had no black friends or Hispanic or other races? He was a “dyed in the wool” white man! He picked up the bottle of tanning lotion to read the directions and saw: “Warning, do not use if you are a racist.”
I had a surprise party for my daughter and husband on their 30th wedding anniversary. It was held on the weekend before and they were surprised. All family crowded in my bedroom, laundry room and bathroom, even a two year old was quiet, and when the couple were inside, all came out saying surprise. It was great.
Money is as money does, and I’m fortunate enough to have enough that it does keep me sheltered, fed, and clothed. Other than that of course it would be nice to have more than enough to help people in need, and help my family when they need. I think having too much money as we can see by many examples on the news, does no one any good.
Sara loved antique stores, always looked for a bargain with a secreted value. Being pragmatic, knowing she would sell it for more, it was “just business”. Entering the glassware section, a grouping drew her to them. She bought them, set them up, clean and polished. After placing them on a table, they started glowing, emitting a weird green essence and incredibly, eerie music was coming from them! Sara tried to take them off to put away, but they stuck on the table. Frightened but acting quickly, Sara set a sign in front of them, “Halloween Special” free to good home.
A powerful beginning, bass drums blaring Majestic mountains cause the flaring Then interlude of soft lake waves and Muted brass brings the sandy shore And then sounds a forest staccato, more Than what’s expected during such a movement While seasons change, ending nature’s symphony.
The poem I would like you write is about the end of something: the end of a season, a relationship, a story, a letter, a journey, a dream, a life, the world, etc. You can write in any form, rhyming or not; just make sure it ends in one of the ways described below – and let us know which you chose and why.
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I chose number 5 by T.S. Eliot because I think it fits well with the USA Today:
Everyone yells their opinions
Speaking from a known dominion
Whether a podium draped in a flag
Or a cardboard box on the main drag
Our voices disappear in the throng
Some telling others they are wrong
I’m guilty of this, I speak out
I try to explain what I’m about
But no one cares
And no one dares
To object to my face
It all seems a race
To end all the old freedom bells’ that rang
“And the world ends in a whimper rather than a bang.”
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