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Wesley’s First Caper

Couldn’t share the picture a few minutes ago without adding this story to the mix. It’s one of my favorites!

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

Okay, first get a good laugh while you look at yours truly back when I used to work for Shakey’s Pizza then I have another Wes story for you!

This would have been in about 1975 or 1976, and if you look real close, you can see a white building in the background, with a black door. That was a condo we lived in when I worked at the Shakey’s on Grand Avenue in Glendale, Arizona. Pretty convenient if I say so myself.

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A Moose In A Mud Bog?

Re-posting this one today just for fun. I love to put one over on my longtime pal, Gary Williams, and… well, we need somebody to laugh at!

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

My high school pal and teammate, Gary Williams, likes to poke fun at me about some of the adventures I write about. I don’t mind; the old fart is getting along in years, and his memory isn’t that sharp anymore, so I let him prattle on. I know he doesn’t mean any harm, and when it comes to being quick witted, he’s pretty much a non-threat. But enough about that; let me tell you how me and ol’ Gare squared off for the tennis championship one fine spring day.

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Til We Meet Again

I woke up this morning with a vivid dream still fresh in my mind. In the dream, my dad was with me, and he was trying to help me get some papers filed regarding my upcoming move. He was very kind, concerned, and helpful, and I had the thought—in the dream just be before I woke up—He’s a pretty good guy. Read the rest of this entry »

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It Was Bound To Happen!

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

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No Autopsy Needed

Kind of funny, but… not.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

One of my pet peeves is the rampant use of pharmaceuticals; it seems like the majority of folks in this country have turned into my grandma. If she were alive today, she’d need a pantry to hold all her medications. She used to watch General Hospital, and whatever the symptoms of the disease de jour were, she would surely have them. I could elaborate, but I think you get the point.

I would also like to acknowledge my second favorite pet peeve; the way television and movies have desensitized us to blood and guts. I won’t expound on the subject, because it’s covered in the following poem. Enjoy!

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Y’all Come See Us, Ya Hear!

mapI get visits to my blog from many different countries, but the last few days, it seems like I’m getting more than usual. Here’s a list of countries from which people have visited the blog in the last seven days: United States, United Kingdom, Sweden, Italy, France, South Korea, Angola, St Kitts& Nevis, Russia, Australia, Madagascar, European Union, Bangladesh, Brazil, Belarus, and India.

Pretty cool, I reckon!

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Obsessing… Still

Obsessing Still

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My first new car. I still dream about it sometimes; finding it in an old barn, maybe.

In my youth I was obsessed

The automobile and its awesome power

Owned me

Its only rival the music that

Moved me

Or were they partners in the game 

Both have ceased to call to me

 

And yet… I find myself obsessing still

But now… with being still

Absorbing silence

Breathing deep of the rose

Rendered odorless by man’s fumbling desire

To make things “better”

 

In the void, seeking; sometimes finding

Blessed inner peace

Wanting nothing more

Hoping for nothing less

Obsessing on its promised caress

All else… scattering in the road

Behind me

 

Now and then, glancing up to the mirror

Watching… as the silent movie plays

Parts and pieces bouncing and tumbling

Into the muddy ditch of the past

Once filled with the raging waters

Of my life

 

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