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REBLOG: A pleasant Sunday here:

Frank Prem Poetry

Lot 451

of a summer’s day

with picnic
beside creek

two parties

and a dog

who will start now
who will open the bidding
for this marvelous dream

in front

with you now
thank you sir

lady on the left now
lady on the left

with you sir
at the back

thank you madam
with you
on the left

any more

anyone else

we WILL be selling





third and final
tome now

are we all done

to you madam on the left

that’s well bought madam

LOT 452

of a pretty little house

picket fence

exactly as required
including nursery

all right then

will start me off


Poem #539 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt

Martha sat quietly on this Easter Sunday. Joseph was bringing out the old projector again. Finding it in the attic proved to be quite a chore since Martha thought she had hidden it well. She was not looking forward to seeing those old films again.

Every Easter Joseph brought out the crackly reels in old flat film cases with the brown scotch-taped labels. The writing was hard to read but he knew his favorites. Martha sank down in the couch under a patchwork quilt and had a few tissues clutched under the cover. This yearly activity was both a sadness and a recollection of years she wanted to forget. Joseph seemed to not remember anything but the good times as he sat there watching with a smile and occasional chuckle. He ignored any reaction from his wife.

An old sheet anchored over the family portraits on the living room wall provided a blank screen on which black and white jittery images were shown. Joseph sat by the projector, monitoring the film feed as it would sometimes jerk and stop altogether. Time faded the images but he had them all stored in his memory.

Unfortunately Martha also had memories of events shown in the films. Hers were not the happy ones portrayed there. She longed for those days but not the same way her husband did. She felt tears on her cheeks as her private thoughts were wishes she could do it over again, be a better mother. While Joseph seemed oblivious to happenings in the past, she remembered everything vividly. The images brought it all back to her in a completely different way and as her husband sat with a continuous smile, sifting only the good memories, Martha remembered the bad.

The Haunted Wordsmith Genre Challenge

Lucy couldn’t sleep, again. She rose from the sweaty bed and washed her face. It was three am–at least she had gotten a few hours tonight. She looked in the mirror to see black circles under her blue eyes, washed out blonde hair and skin that could definitely use some color. Turning away from the familiar disappointing image, went back to sit on the edge of the bed.

It hadn’t always been this way. Lucy had a life, once. A really happy life with a husband, two children and a nice home. She had it all, once. It seemed a lifetime ago, all that happiness. If she had known, had any inkling their lives would all disappear in a moment. . .no use thinking like that, she told herself. She couldn’t change any of it.

Five years ago, all four of them had reservations at the Shoreline Inn, a beautiful old restored home on the coast of Maine. Upon arriving, they noticed it was a beautiful structure, but the grounds were brown and ugly. It did look out on the ocean and rocky shore, but there were no trees or bushes, just sand and dirt. It was late in the afternoon, reservations made, so they decided to make the best of it. The children didn’t seem to notice as they ran headlong onto the beach. Mostly a cold temperature in the sea, and rocky beach didn’t bother them at all. Lucy and her husband just shrugged and joined them.

Rooms in the old inn were New England sparse, and they found the meals served reflected the same. It was not the inn they wanted, it was the sea, outdoors and freedom to explore. Three days of fun until they rented a boat. It was a small one, and the boys had great fun trying to row their parents along the shore. Evening came early and darkness fell by the time they returned the boat. As they walked up the inn’s path, the dark seemed to surround them and odd animal noises were heard. There were no forests close, or farms, and Lucy was very curious as to where those sounds were coming from.

Lucy’s husband assured her everything was fine and they all went to bed that night tired from their day. Lucy suddenly woke up at three. Her husband was not beside her. She went to the washroom to check on him, no one there. She thought he might be checking on the boys, so went to their rooms. Those rooms were vacant also. Lucy felt a panic creeping up on her and stumbled down to the main lobby. The lobby had a strange appearance, but no one was there either. Completely panicked by now, Lucy ran out of the front door to find no one around. She screamed for her family, no answer. No lights anywhere, no noises, not a single live thing did she see. She ran back in and dialed 911 on her cell phone.

She was almost surprised to see flashing lights appear out of the darkness. She ran towards them and related her story. The officers looked incredulous, exchanging worried glances between them. Lucy saw how they reacted, and told them to look in the house. As she turned back to the inn, its appearance had changed. It had turned ugly and old. The windows were broken, and as the sun came up to light the scene she screamed and couldn’t stop screaming. The officers took Lucy to the emergency room. They diagnosed her as being in shock, and possibly mentally ill.

It was only after a two year stay in a mental facility that a doctor finally believed her and decided she would not be harmful to anyone. She was allowed to leave but her other life was over. She tried to disappear a few times and finally ended up in a shelter. Every night she woke at three am exactly, for the rest of her life.

A to Z Challenge – R

Robert had the rare chance to quiet all the hoopla over his sister’s “affair” with the minister, but did he take it? No! Robert held a long rivalry with his sister Roweena and this was retribution in his eyes for her longing for such a saintly religious man.

Of course Roger the Vicar, knew Roweena had an attraction for him. How could he miss it, with her always sitting in the very first pew and fluttering those big brown lashes slowly as she gazed at him. He doubted she heard a word of his sermon.

It was on a Sunday afternoon it happened. Roweena had persuaded the Vicar to join her in a rowboat ride on the Rippling River. It had rained in the morning and there was a beautiful rainbow overhead. A romantic setting, Roweena thought. Possibly the Vicar would notice her then. Robert was going to join them but Roweena hurriedly scooted into the boat and left him onshore.

After they turned the corner, out of sight, Roweena decided to make it known how much she loved Roger the Vicar. She shot up and surprised him, planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. Roger was taken aback and since both hands were working the oars, she caught him off balance and he fell back. Roweena however, was not so lucky. She fell headfirst into the river and bonked her head on the rocks below. Unfortunately her injury was fatal and the Vicar spent his remaining days regretting ever getting into the rowboat.

FOWC with Fandango — Hoopla

Longing – Word of the Day Challenge

SoCS April 20, 2019

G’day mates! Thought I’d borrow your saying, because I like it, sounds more friendly than good morning. After ignoring texts this morning, finally a call at seven. Could my grandson join me for the day? In the middle of a good dream and under cozy covers I mumbled, okay, when? Twenty minutes….okay.

So here we sit, having coffee, both reading. He brought the Bourne trilogy and two games, Carcassonne and Castle Panic. He hasn’t seen Skyscraper so we might watch that. Mail run, definitely, and since its supposed to be 75F today, maybe a walk. Tons of options! Whatever we choose there will be rib tickling laughter, guffaws and giggles – mainly because we have lots of fun no matter what we do.

Wyoming news –

“CHEYENNE – President Donald Trump’s personal Boeing 757 airliner returned to Cheyenne on Thursday, delivering first daughter Ivanka Trump and her husband, Jared Kushner, on their way to Saratoga for Passover celebrations.

The jet will remain at the airport overnight and depart Friday for other business, according to Cheyenne Regional Airport Director Tim Barth. It will return next week to take the couple home.

“We’ll give them the normal service,” Barth said.

”In this case, we’ll refuel and, if they need the interior cleaned or trash removed, we’ll do that. Obviously, with a personality of this magnitude, we have employed extra security measures.”

The couple landed in Cheyenne on “Trump Force One” last year, too, allowing city leaders to take a tour of the private jet – a symbol of Trump’s 2016 campaign now used by members of his extended family.

The president, first lady Melania Trump and their son, Barron, are now under the care of the U.S. Air Force. President Trump and Melania Trump flew on Air Force One to his Mar-a-Lago private resort in Florida on Thursday for the holiday weekend, according to the Associated Press.

Cheyenne’s airport runway is the closest tarmac able to accommodate the 153-foot-long private jet, Trump pilot John Dunkin said during last year’s tour.

Barth didn’t know how much the overnight stay would cost, but Cheyenne Regional Airport billed the family $11,600 in 2018, prompting ethics questions about who pays for the travel and whether landing at a small airport could be considered an advertisement for Trump’s brand while he’s in office.

Indeed, the high-profile aircraft attracted dozens of onlookers Thursday; many residents took photos and video for social media.

“It’s so impressive-looking next to our tiny airport,” resident Jaimie Sanders said. “I don’t have strong political leanings, but seeing the Trump logo caught my attention immediately. It’s cool Cheyenne can accommodate it.”


Is there some reason these people can’t go to a local church instead of jetting everywhere on our tax monies!