Friday, January 19, 2018

PULL THE LEVER OR PASS THE BASKET



THE SOUL THIEF

I saw an old man praying yesterday in front of a slot machine, a look of hope turned fear mirrored in the shiny glass illuminated by the flashing colored lights. His prayers were drowned out by the noise of others praying. It is an expensive church, but not near as expensive as scheming preacher churches.

© M Durfee
1/19/18


Social commentary in 55 words.  I missed last week. I am at that age now when them I knew in my youth are dying faster, decreasing in numbers. I wish I could say this is a recent phenomenon but I am also of that age when I have seen too many empty skin sacks laying in polished boxes when all I do is look for ways to kill time.

Feel free to write your own whatever ; anything from word porn to deep thoughts—jump in and think about another who started this trend, G-Man who also passed on too soon.

Link your work to VERSE ESCAPE and be kick ass, no subject is off base or out of bounds, no foul balls in this game.

Friday, January 5, 2018

EMBRACE YOUR THOUGHTS



EMBRACE I

The biting cold licks my skin,
builds its face in my beard and brows.
I am not repelled by either my nakedness or its embrace.
As the darkness seeks out light to enfold it,
I go to the cold without shackle or chain.
It has taken decades of evolution;
my exterior should match my interior


© M Durfee
1/5/18



EMBRACE II

I am told “fear death, destruction, ruin, war, greed, and the loss of love.”
I am also told “to not fear anything for every need is filled.”
I fear none of the former, I trust mightily the latter.
Good advice comes along few times in a human life—
my only fear is not hearing it.

© M Durfee
1/5/18


I find myself, as most humans are on occasion with discord between my spirit and my soul. I have given up two 55’s this week to—what? Leave a legacy for them who do not want it or to show I am not one who gives up? To highlight that I am normal?

Whatever, life is as life is and always open to self-interpretation and inspection.

Once again I write these Friday 55’s to remember one of the funniest, most honest, and accepting men I have ever met. G-Man also known by his husband, father, car salesman name Galen Haynes. You may never have met him face to face or ever heard of the Friday 55 before—but you can participate in keeping the absolute rule of succinctness in the written word alive. Participation is not mandatory; but it is mind clearing.

If you do decide to write one this week-end link to VERSE ESCAPE and Joy will show you some love and an ever new way to use G-Man’s favorite term; “kick ass.”