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To Mars and the End

By gt281, published on Jul 19, 2012

“Tell us a story daddy,” the kids asked.

“Nagh, not tonight, it’s time for bed.”

“Please, please,” they pleaded.

“Well, alright, but just one, then off to bed, OK?”

“Yeah yeah, we’ll be good.”

“OK, what story would you like to hear tonight? How about the one with the pirates and the buried treasure?”

“No no, we want to hear about the Mars mission and why the cities are gone.”

“I’ve told you that one about a hundred times now, are you sure you want to hear it again?”

“Yes yes, we want to hear about what happened.”

“Yeah, I suppose... (more)


I Don't Like Him

By gt281, published on Jul 15, 2012

I don’t like him he mocks me so

Upon every day when I stumble from the shower

I see him, through the foggy mist, he is there

I don’t like him, he mocks me so

He mimics me, in every move I make

He is not me, I am me, this I can plainly see

I be a manly man, a mini-Hercules

With 6 pack abs and muscles that do astound

He is not me, his middle is too big, his muscles I can not see

I don’t like him, he mocks me so

I have locks of golden blonde, he has a whitened mane

My locks flow abundant from ear to ear, his does not

... (more)


Pork & Beans

By gt281, published on Jul 12, 2012

Well I went to my cupboard to fetch myself a can of pork and beans. For lunch I would have them, with cheese and crackers too. So I opened this can of pork and beans, to put in my stew. And what did I discover when I opened this can for the brew? Only beans I had and some reddish goo and one cube of fat inside. Where is my pork I did cry? As I pushed the beans to one side. It says on the label that this be a can of pork and beans. It does not say on the label that there’s just beans and a hunk of fat inside. And not a very big hunk of fat at that.

Well I was taken quite aback at this... (more)


Garden Flyers

By gt281, published on Jul 8, 2012

Rising above on silken wings

Multi-faceted hues that inspire

Drifting with the breeze ever higher

Perching alone on a delicate flower

Come to me my beauty, stay with me this hour

Sailing along from one to another

Sipping what’s within, I will not bother

Graceful are your ways, these lazy days

Bringing me joys upon your wings

Lifting high into the sky

Then low among the willows

Tell me where do you hide at night

Are you really a fairy sprite?

I never see you in starlight

Perhaps you are hidden just... (more)


Ode to a Nation

By gt281, published on Jul 3, 2012

Bold riders on cobblestones about

Giving everyone a shout

One if by land two if by sea

The call went out for freedom for liberty

Red coats in line marching on the green

Flintlocks fire the torch is lit

No turning back this is it

Freedom loving true and brave

Rush forward to battle on the day

Concord Mass. Bunker hill

They’re there still

Valley Force, Washington over the Delaware

Caught the Hessians unaware

Shoeless men muskets flare

Ticonderoga hero Arnold

West Point traitor Benedict

... (more)


A Pirate's Tale

By gt281, published on Jun 29, 2012

Sixteen men on a dead man’s chest...Yoho Yoho.

It’s a pirate’s life for me.

“Set the main sails above. Full sails, me buckoos.”

“Aye, aye, Captain Pete.”

“We shall have him now. We shall have that treasure.”

“Fill those sails, tighten that lanyard.”

“Three points to starboard Mr. Johnson.”

“Aye, aye, Captain Pete.”

“We have him now me boys, that treasure will soon be ours.”

“Open the gun ports and load your cannons.”

“Bring us along side Mr. Johnson.”

“A broadside we will give him.”

“Fire, fire.” Boom boom boom...Splash... (more)


The Original

By gt281, published on Jun 24, 2012

“Aha, I have it, how about, it was the worst of times, it was the best of times?”

“Nope someone’s already done it.”

“Oh. Ah, well then how about, to be or not to be that is the question?”

“Nope someone’s already done it.”

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary?”

“Nope someone’s already done it.”

“You’re kidding me right? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, I’m a computer aren’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah I know, but I have to come up with something original for my senior writing class, damn this is harder than I thought it... (more)


Thor's Anvil

By gt281, published on Jun 21, 2012

I sat upon my porch in my favorite deck chair, with not a care about me this night, I had completed my weekend chores, even tho the day had been hot and very humid. I completed them all, and now I rested as the evening sun departed behind the rolling hills unto the west. It had become much cooler now and a gentle mid-summers breeze did caress me as it traveled across my porch. Just an easy watcher was I, the northern sky was just beginning to lose its blue daylight color and I could see storm clouds filtering in from the east, mixing their darken hue with the early nighttime stars. A storm... (more)


Weeds In My Garden

By gt281, published on Jun 16, 2012

Not long ago, towards the end of June on a Sunday if I remember, I had many chores to do, one of which was to weed my gardens so that flowers might grow, I had neglected them for many days now, and the weeds grew very dense, even at the outer fence. It was a pleasant day when I started this chore, of weeding and tilling, for not much more could I do. A beautiful day with not a cloud to be seen and a hue so blue. As anyone who gardens knows, weeds they do so like to grow, and it’s not a very pleasant task to be rid of them. There was I dutifully pulling a plenty, for I had neglected my garden... (more)


The Hunters...Part 3 of 3

By gt281, published on Jun 12, 2012

“What did you find?” asked Jim.

Alan just nodded at the two men and looked up.

“What the hell is that?”

“I’ve been standing here looking at it for the last five minutes, and I think it’s a dead guy hanging from a parachute,” replied Alan.

“How the hell?” Gerald muttered.

“Gerald, why don’t you get your rifle and shoot him down?” said Alan.

“What for? There ain’t much left of him, let him stay there, it’s none of our business.”

“Fine just fine, I’ll do it myself,” Alan replied.

(bang, bang, bang)…Alan’s shots broke the limb that the man... (more)


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