Virtual Kids Part 1: Into the Action

“Let go! We’ve got to drop!” yelled Dylan. He was hanging onto his best friend Rocky, who was hanging onto the top edge of a volcano, staring into its fiery core. They had just climbed to its top, hoping to find some safety along its slippery, craggy edge. At the base of the volcano were two big uglies they had narrowly avoided. Dylan had thought the best way to get past them was to go up. Rocky had thought it was a good time for them to give up and go hide out in exile for a little while, until the big uglies weren’t so hot on their trail.

It was hot. At least if they had given up they could have gone into exile, which was the game developers name for recovery mode. They would have lived. Now, he wasn’t so sure. If they fell, they might lose everything they’d gained.

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“I’m too ired”

“I’m too ired” said the child,
using the day’s last bit of energy.
“I can barely crawl to my bed tho’ it’s in sight
and prop one eye open for my story.”

“I’m too ired for bathing and bubbles
I’d rather go to bed grubby.
Skip the scrubbing, go right to snuggling
I’m too ired to even say the T.”

Not Cool Rolling Stone: A Teacher’s Response

(Note: If I I had the opportunity to convey a message to the world, it would be about social responsibility of the media, in the wake of countless shootings and violence.)

Rolling Stone Senior Editor Christian Hoard needs to go back to class, and get some class.

The picture used for the cover of the July 17, 2013 Rolling Stone Magazine was an unashamed bit of poor marketing. It showed the best side of a young man who terrorized Boston, and points well beyond. I’m not one for censorship, at all. The use of the alluring photo of the alleged bomber was a questionable choice, however.  I feel for everyone affected by the bombing, which is everyone, but particularly those still in rehabilitation and mourning, who have to endure Rolling Stone’s miscalculation. Sergeant Sean Murphy, a Massachusetts State Police tactical photographer, must have felt the same and released the not-so-glamorous photo of the alleged bomber we have now. It’s quite a contrast to the Rolling Stone cover.

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What is IT?

What is IT? It’s hard to know.
To know IT, you must listen close.

Like when someone says they’ve got IT,
does it mean they understand?

You may yell “I’ve got IT!” when you’re catching balls.
Or are you warning others you may have caught a cold?

So many meanings for one word,
it’s no wonder other languages think we’re mad.

They will surely lose IT trying to understand.
You’re wondering now if I will get to IT

Or if I’m very with IT,
to write a poem about IT.

Has someone already done IT?
What a silly concept, to write about IT.

Well IT is lots of things,
as luck would have IT.

Refers to anything,
that’s the size of IT.

This is lots of fun,
isn’t IT?

Summer Fade

Days are dimming the air has a chill
Of swimming and games children have had their fill

Their skin tells adventures in tanned feet and freckled nose
Legs scratched and bit, pinkish arms and dirty toes

Time to trim the lightened hair, measure shoes and get to sleep
Looking forward to friendships, making new ones to keep

It is a beckoning we cannot resist, the ritual of Autumn’s kiss
The rustle of leaves quieting the birds and frogs of summer’s bliss

To ants and worms that crawled in and out, we bid farewell friends
On the other side of winter’s throes we will meet again

Daily Prompt: Fifteen Credits

Granny Rally

Photo credit where credit is due.

Photo credit where credit is due.

Here’s the final, kid-approved version, from a previous post entitled “Look Who’s at the Rally!” I had to get through my almost 8-year-old editor.

Granny Rally (Take 3)

Ladies and gentlemen get on your feet, in comes the granny rally!
They’ve come from miles and miles, ready to ride, Cadillac style
Line ’em up and watch ’em go, those V8’s will put on a show.
Now they’re off, sharp turn ’round the bend, rev it up and back again.
Grandma Elsie’s in the lead, but Grandma Cathy is looking mean
Coming up from behind, she zips in front, doing fine.
It’s Grandma Cathy for the win, with family cheering, she takes her spin.

Wishes

Be careful what you wish for, oh so true
What if good fortune came to you
with missed chance to build anew
and lessons learned out of view

What would you do with better times
Sit back relax, enjoy some wine
Lose your drive, it’ll be just fine
Line it up and count what’s mine

With this wish would you be satisfied
or look at others and still wonder why
they have riches piled high
and you have so little, or so you cry

Like a child in a toy store
You want and pout and beg for more
Yet the hole will deepen as you ignore
Life’s blessings already at your door

No one said it would be easy to do
When funds are low and friends seem few
But you have heard it a time or two
Real happiness is up to you.

Life’s a struggle there is no doubt
It’s a lonely run when you’re without
So get to work, enjoy the drought
In the end, health and happiness is what it’s all about

A rich man I once knew
died in his sleep, he was old it’s true
On that day, all the riches mattered few
except for richness of family and comfort too

What will you have when your time is up
Will you look back and say that was more than enough
We all come in the same way and go out too
What happens ‘between is up to you.

Granny Rally Take 2!

Please see edit notes and redo below. According to my editor, this was all wrong.

At the hot rod rally,  cars with chrome are right at home. Exhaust pipes fire, squeallin’ tires. Gears turning, rubber burning. That’s the usual fun, but look out muscles, you’ve got competition.

Move aside and part the seas, in comes the granny rally! They come from miles, all Cadillacs and smiles. Silent and stealthy, looky there it’s Grandma Elsie! Line ’em up and watch ’em go, those V8’s will put on a show. Lots of horsepower and a cushy seat makes grandma’s ride the one to beat!

August 18 late pm: I was told by my son this was all wrong. Apparently I should have left out any reference to the hot rod rally. He asked me what all that zooming vrooming was (i.e. tires burning etc. – hey I’ve never used i.e. and etc in the same sentence) and shook his head with a pregnant pause, (quite a long pregnant pause). He said it should have been just the granny rally, with descriptions of obstacles in their course, and their families cheering them in the stands. He said the ending just dropped off and I should have made it a gradual decline and announced his grandma’s win at the end. OK, I’ve got some work to do. Granny Rally is an idea I came up with after attending a rally in our town. Those Devilles are everywhere, and they are serious cars. My own Mom has one and let’s just say she’s safer in it than those around her on the road!  He thought it was a hilarious idea and we’ve been joking about it for weeks. So, here goes (ZZzzzz I want to be sleeping!)

The Granny Rally (Take 2)

Ladies and gentlemen get on your feet, in comes the granny rally!
They’ve come from miles, ready to ride Cadillac style
Racing for their families who’re packed in the stands abundantly.
Line ’em up and watch ’em go, those V8’s will put on a show.
Now they’re off, sharp turn around the bend, through the bumpers and back again.
Grandma Elsie’s in the lead, but Grandma Cathy is looking mean
Coming up from behind, she’s zips in front, doing fine.
It’s Grandma Cathy for the win, with family cheering she takes her victory spin.

I’m sure I’ll be sent back for more editing, but we’ll see what he thinks in the morning.