Archive for October, 2012

On the Right Path? ~ October 24

On the Right Path?

No, but I did cross it occasionally! Read the rest of this entry »

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Pretty Flowers

You’ve probably heard the expression “growing like weeds”. Weeds seem to grow fast and get out of control quickly. Well, I don’t like weeds, and do my best to keep them out of my yard, but most times I feel I’m fighting a battle I can’t win. And, yes, there are undertones in this simple poem about “weeds”. I’ll leave them to your imagination, and I welcome your comments. Read the rest of this entry »

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Watch Me! ~ October 23

Watch Me!

I’m the best bad example ever! Read the rest of this entry »

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Cool, As In Cat

The people I live with named me “Cool”, so I try to live up to the name. They’ve got a butt-load of cats, and it beats me how they can remember which cat is called what. But, hey, I’m cool with that; they always seem to get my name right, and the food dish is always full when I’m hungry. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Feel Like a Lawyer ~ October 22

I Feel Like a Lawyer

I rest my case! Read the rest of this entry »

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The Hills Are Alive! ~ October 21

The Hills Are Alive!

And they’re singing? Read the rest of this entry »

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The Grouchy Old Man

This is a true story. It happened in the summer of 1998 when Sherry and I lived in Pflugerville. It was a dawning of the ages, I suspect. I hope it brings a smile to your face; it does mine, every time I read it.

The Grouchy Old Man

Was not long ago this happenin’ happent

On a Saturday as I best recall

Out the window I saw some kids in a tree

And thought, what if they should fall

Stepped out the front door and in a gruff tone

Said, you kids get outta that tree

Their eyes got all bugged & they fell like ripe fruit

Then ran off as fast as could be

They ran down that street lickety split

Like the devil himself had roared

I chuckled and watched ‘em high tailin’

And then thought to myself, oh Lord

The wife had come out to check on the fuss

And saw the kids as they fled the scene

She saw the strange grin I had on my face

And said, dear are you being mean

Well, alas, my dear, seems I’ve finally done it

She asked, what is that, my sweet

I replied with a sigh, I’ve gone and become

That grouchy old man down the street

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn                       

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What Are You Waiting For? ~ October 20

What Are You Waiting For?

And after that? Read the rest of this entry »

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We Are Not Worthy ~ October 19

We Are Not Worthy

But that’s okay! Read the rest of this entry »

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Battle! ~ October 18

Battle!

Don’t be skeert! Read the rest of this entry »

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