Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2015

ROLLER BLADE GIRL

It’s raining, it’s pouring, it’s early Monday morning.
As slippery as ice, can be
yellow-orange leaves soaked, just waiting
as slippery as ice, can be.

Twirling-whirling lavender purple umbrella
spinning above,
five wheel bladed confidence rolling-gliding
sliding-gliding below.

Lavender, winter jacketed fur collar-hood, smiling
face outlined-framed.
Umbrella spinning,
school books back-packed
on her way,
“hello, good day.”

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Thursday, March 19, 2015

DRAGON BREATH Or THE LONELY LOST DRAGON, Pt. II

By the time the people reached the base of the mountain they discovered food, lumber for shelter and other items as they might require as the dragon understood them to be. “How did this happen? Who could have done this? Is it for us?” Of course the dragon was not so foolish as to come out of hiding and say, “It was ME! Thank you very much.” They looked around and found no notes, letters or tracks for that matter. It’s as if the all this bounty appeared out of the air.

Day after day stretched on until the spring.  The dragon managed to assist the people as they themselves grew stronger and more settled. You might ask how the dragon was never spotted.  Dragons have a cloak of invisibility! Well we all know about cloaking. Even scientists today can manage a simple example of light bending. Light bends around an object and the object seems not to be there at all.  Dragons are born with the skill. They can turn it on or off at will. Really!  The dragon made sure the people were cared for and protected. And day after day they attempted to discover their great benefactor, to no avail. The Dragon cared for them as his own not looking for benefit or power. That was the dragon’s nature. It mattered little  if the humans knew it was their “local dragon” who out of the kindness of his heart kept them alive in the first rough year.

As it was wont to happen, one day the Dragon, tired after his exertions, let his cloak fall as he rested under a great cedar tree. Where that tree came from in this forest I will never know. It was the biggest tree in the whole forest. There was nothing like it.  It was the dragon’s favorite tree. He seemed to feel he some received nourishment from its perfume.  

Around the same time the dragon was dozing two children came upon him. They had been wandering through the woods. The two looked at each other and back at the dragon and then to each other again. They smiled. They picked up some tree limbs and acting like soldiers began to attack the dragon. They were really too young t know better but old enough to know this was a good and proper action for the given situation. They were not afraid.

They poked and prodded, banged and yelled all sorts of things.  They did a dance around the sleeping dragon.  The dragon became aroused as one would by a fly buzzing around while one slept.  He opened one eye to see just where this bothersome noise was coming from.  He spied the two and let them continue their attacks for a while. Then he realized, “What’s all this!  They can see me!  How can they see me?”  He realized he had dropped his cloak before he dozed off.  He awoke fully, quickly and alert!

His head turned around to face his two attackers who were yelling and laughing until the two big dragon eyes bore down on them. The two children stopped immediately. The dragon inquired gently, “Children, just what are the two of you attempting to accomplish here? And more importantly, why?”

“You’re a Dragon,” the smaller of the two replied quickly. “Yes, and we are soldiers and we are supposed to slay you” said the other.  Both were nodding in agreement.

The dragon breathed in a deep sad breath and sighed asking. “Why must you slay me? Have I done anything to harm you?”

“NO, you’re a Dragon.  It’s the rules,” one of them shouted. They renewed their attack.
“Brave little ones,” he thought. “And who made those rules?” he was heard to ask over the clatter of their wooden tree branch weapons banging harmlessly of the dragons armored body.

The children never had contact with a real Dragon before. They had only heard stories about dragons.  They stopped their attack.  The two children looked at each other and back at the Dragon and each other. They shrugged their shoulders. “Just because,” said one. “Yes, just because,” said the other in joint agreement.

“Just Because is not a real reason for anything when you think about it, is it?” the Dragon attempted to reason.

The children had no answer and were puzzled. The Dragon gestured for them to sit, which they did with out fear. They sat by his tail and wondered what was to happen to them. But they were not worried. They had seen worse than a sleepy inquisitive dragon.

As if the Dragon could read their minds, “Well first, I’m not going to hurt you, just because.”

A giggle

“And, I’m not going to hurt you for cause either. How’s that for starters?”

“OK. We like that,” Both of them said while nodding in full agreement. Intuitively they both knew if something bad were going to happen it would have occurred.

“GOOD.” The dragon smiled inwardly. Not that any one could tell from Dragon’s facial expressions anyway.

The dragon was now serious when he inquired, “Now answer me this, how did you two get here?  Why aren’t you with your families?”

“That’s easy an one,” quickly said by the smallest. We are all looking for the person or people who gave us the food and supplies. They never show themselves. We think it’s magic. The adults don’t know what to think.  They want to thank who ever it may be.”

The dragon thought, “That was a nice gesture but at this point in time I’m not sure anyone would believe me, less these two youngsters here.  What to do?”

Instead he said, “Listen you two.  I will help you find your benefactor.” ‘That’s a lie,’ he thought. ‘I have no intent of doing that, at least not now.’”  He continued,  “However you must never mention me or that you met me until I tell you. You may meet me here and I will have some information or some assistance for you, your family and your quest. If they ask simply tell them you found it under this tree.  You won’t be lying since I will leave what I find and what you require under it. OK?” The dragon was unsure of this plan considering the fact that these two attacked him and they represented the group think of their kind. “I will chance it,” he thought.

“Yep we will,” they responded to his question.

“See you tomorrow.  By the way what do you think the elders could use most?”

“BOOKS, nails, tools, supplies for household activities… and toys,” they added sheepishly.

The Dragon heard books! “BOOKS?  What kind of books?”

“We’re not sure.  We do want to educate everyone. Everyone reads writes, does mathematics and science. We have few books since we left our homes during the wars.”

Hmmm, thought the Dragon. There was the old abandoned city on the other side of the mountain there was a library. Somehow who ever designed it made it so the books and goods inside would remain in stable condition.  The books were preserved. As was the town. It was the dragon’s second home especially in very bad weather. The forest was his first home with all the trees and animals.

Little did the Dragon know but his cloaking had an unintended effect on most any human that ventured near. For some unexplained reason the area seemed to be there and not there. No one took particular attention to anything and simply bypassed the whole place as if in a dream. Children were less affected but no one listened to children’s wild tales. So as a result the town just was. Dusty, dirty but preserved and whole.

The Dragon gave some thought to the requests.  Basic requirements I can do easily enough. Books are another question for other reasons. He would have to guide someone to the library. That would take some doing and trust. Trust would have to earned from by the dragon and less so by the children.

Over time the dragon supplied the settlers with less and less. He was able to observe they were able to fend for themselves rather well. He also noticed these people were not warlike as the others he had met in the past. He chalked up the initial rude awakening he experienced by the two children to their past experiences and cultural myths.  The two children met him every now and then.  He was polite but careful knowing quite well what humans were capable of doing especially when they were afraid.

As the children grew older and bolder they asked more specific questions. The Dragon answered as best he could to describe in detail aspects of his existence that no one ever knew.

The Dragon had some questions for them too.  For example he wondered how they got away with the level of chores he noticed everyone else doing. And why weren’t they missed on these long excursions from home?  So one day he inquired.

“We’re Jews .  Some of us  in addition to the physical work you have noticed, have a duty to teach. All of us have a trade or business. But as we said we have been chosen to become teachers for our people.  Parts of our lessons are to go around and explore our surroundings, discover all there is to discover and uncover. We are trusted and not questioned too much. We have to write stories, relate to our work linking back to the older books and making relevance to our times. We, like all of our people, are given lesson in mathematics, sciences, the arts and other incidentals.  To answer directly, we were chosen and we are free to go about as we please.”

The older of the two began, “We must tell you that meeting you, AND your very existence, has altered some of our preconceived ideas which leads us to question the basics from which  we take root.”

The Dragon was amazed. “Those are big and wise words for such young children to say nothing of adults.  Maybe they are special and have been recognized as such. I can only imagine a world of such minds.” He was more and more inclined to show them the old city and the books. As of this time he had not. As he was deciding upon a correct and safe method for this he asked, “Children are you still searching for books?”

“Of course. Always. We love them and what they bring to light good bad and otherwise.”

“Come sit on me and I will transport you to a place where there are more books then you can ever read in a lifetime. It’s not too far as the dragon flys,” he said with some humor. “Yes, no, maybe another time? It is up to you.”

The older of the two put hands on hips looked up straight into the eyes of the dragon who I have not mentioned was a more content being than ever before he could remember. “YOU are a dragon. And up until now you are the first dragon we have ever met.  You are supposed to eat us or enslave us or do something terrible horrible. But you haven’t.”

The younger child said to the dragon, “We questioned the concept of DRAGON with the elders one time. They told us You are not supposed to exist.  You are supposed to be an allegory of some kind for the myth structure of the general society according to them.”  They continued to explain their logic. They concluded, “that being the case we said no more to them. However here you are! You do exist. Your existence and habits are contrary to our myths. In conclusion, and based upon the contradictions we feel safe.  Yes we will go with you.”  And off they flew.

They flew high and wide. The Dragon wanted them to see their world from his vaunted position as a sky animal as well as their land perspective. They flew to the abandoned city. He circled around it so they could take its size and direction from their home. They landed in an open old park. The streets were dusty dirty and like any abandoned city except things were intact. Oddly there were no broken windows, though there were rats and cats and bats along with a few dogs. No thing appeared to fear anything else and all the animals seemed to know the dragon. It was almost as if by the very fact that these beings were escorted by the dragon they were safe.

The Dragon led them to the library. They knew what it was immediately and squealed with delight. The library was the dragon’s favorite building. This was his home. He lived here. He read here he loved HERE. The Dragon knew great knowledge. Some he was born with. Other knowledge and wisdom he acquired in his home, here.

The two gasped as he opened the doors. They were huge. The building was one of the larger ones on a strangely designed city grid. It was flanked by two other great buildings with a road leading straight down to yet other impressive structures with dusty monuments. As they walked the halls and stacks they knew the elders had never seen anything like this in their lives. There were stories about places like this. Everyone thought they were just that, stories.

After many hours of pouring through the stacks they had to return home. Not wanting to leave they set up another time to come with the dragon. The Dragon smiled inwardly. He had to fight fear and prejudice to protect and hide his treasure. This was his treasure, the library. And now he had an even greater treasure, someone to share all this with. He did a loop the loop, a barrel roll and finished up with a cobra stall to a controlled glide in, wings wide and a gentle flare. Plop.  The children were laughing all the way.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

DRAGON BREATH Or THE LONELY LOST DRAGON, Pt. I

Once upon a time in a lush mountain setting there lived a very lonely and unhappy dragon. Unlike his old home, he now lived in a world where as beautiful as it appeared to be, humans despised dragons.  Dragons were considered bad and evil.  They would do much harm.  As such, dragons were always in open season.  He vaguely remembered his old home having left it when he was  oh so young. The dragon arrived in this world after being blown off course during a terrible tai fung. Never having flown so high and so so  long, with out the older guides or familiar landmarks, he could not find his way back home.  He was a little lost dragon.

Having numerous nasty experiences with people in this world the dragon withdrew to a locale away where he felt no one would ever find him.  In order to survive, the lonely lost dragon hid in the great mountain forest far away from those who would do him harm for no reason other than his very existence. Even though the memories were fading as time went on, for dragons live for a very long time, he knew deep in his heart that he missed the good people and animals of his home world. Sad and alone he said to himself over again, “Dragons don’t cry.  I’m secure here, I have the animals. I am alone but safe.”

In a story of unfortunates, sometimes extraordinary happenings arise even though they may not be recognized as they occur. The dragon came to have just an accident of history befall him. The recognition of such, even as smart as he was, and due in part because he was cautious, took some time.

The worlds of men and women wars are a common occurrence. Though they cause great suffering and not too much good comes from them, humans have persisted in this ritual blood letting throughout the ages.  In our story there were numerous wars followed by famine and pestilence.  A great number of one village, whole families, had to flee their home land. They unknowingly took refuge in the dragons lonely wooded and mountainous home.  It was so far away from all that had gone on.  No one ever bothered to explore it.  It was almost as if the land was invisible  or forgotten.  It certainly was not located on any current map.

The refugees that entered the forest had very little food left, almost no shelter and winter was approaching.  The colors were changing, the geese flew in large flocks almost blackening the sky and the little animals disappeared as they began their winter hibernations.  Amplifying the food and shelter situation, the people were tired and frightened.  War does that to people even after the conflicts are over.  The scars remain.

The Dragon saw them approach his home with dread. He knew from experience that humans in this part of the world were dangerous.

Dragons have keen eyesight and incredible hearing. Dragons also have the gift of understanding. They have no trouble with different languages. All languages are the same to them. Some where back in the early days of their existence the Dragon Clans were given the gift of understanding. The story has it that a kind wizard from a distant world bestowed this gift thinking that the earth would be a better place if the most intelligent beings would be able to understand each other no matter from what direction of the wind they bore from. The dragon saw the refugees arrive and overheard their conversations long before they got close and set up camp.  He knew what he had to do.

Friday, December 19, 2014

My Name is El-Gato

My name is El-Gato
I work for the Condos
Chasing the field mice away.

They call me good kitty
Cause I am so busy
Crunching and chewing away.

A snap of my jaws
The wrath of my claws
I catch, and I never fail.

I sleep but a wink
Called cat naps I think
And  then I’m on call again.


My name is El-Gato

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Dust Bunnies

Dust bunnies come and dust bunnies go.
Where do they come from, can we show?
That very question was asked some days ago,
and posed to minds that ought to know:
Perplexed, puzzled, and  furrowed brow.
Eyes crossed with purpose and wonder, strained.
No answer forth coming, dumb as snow.
“As a fact, this we know.”
“They grow in corners, under sofas and couches.”
“As a fact, this we know.”
“They can double in size in a day or so.”
Again we’re asked,
“What do they eat? Where do they sleep?”
“Ah, um, ah …”
Another mind stumping,
mental,
exercise treat.
“But, they’ve got no feet!
Where are their ears”
“They’re faster than brooms.
They scoot in front or slip around.”
“And got no toes!”
“They scoot in front or slip around,
sliding so fast,  scamper to another room.
All the while,
they ride on the backs of dogs and cats.
Dare I say, they play with mice when you’re away.”
Cornered,
Quickly… they…collapse,
your guard comes down
and…
approached,
and…
touch to grab,
and…
they jump-flit-away! They’re gone.
Playing peek-a-boo,
and
Do It All Over Again.
“You have a cure?”
It’s no use they’ll get away!
It always happens. There’s no…..!!!
Varoooom, varooom,  all gone, all gone.
“I got me, ha-ha-ha , an electric broom.”

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Some times an explanation is nice...

One night, a few years ago, My step daughter and her husband came home later than expected. My wife and I were watching her daughters. We thought they were asleep. This is some of the conversation set to verse when older one met her mom at the door. And the picture is based upon one photo in a  triptych my wife took. She's a nut case with a camera. This one sort of matched the poem. I had another one which when I completed it I decided to save for either a story or a poem yet to be written.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Holo Grammy, Part I

Prologue
It was a breath of fresh air. The new Constitutional Convention was held and a new constitution ratified. The Fifth Constitution of the Federated States of the Pluto/Republic of America, spanning and including the geographical territory of what was once Canada and Mexico, reflected the technological and social changes that were unimaginable in the early 19th Century. It was clearly needed and readily accepted.

CHAPTER I, Peter
“Hollo Grammy,” Peter said in his usual fashion. “I can’t wait to see you. Mom and Dad said it looks as if we’ll get the passes we need this solstice.”
He loved her. When she lived with them, she treated him with respect, never talking down t him and provided love. On top of that she was a font of knowledge. Now Grammy was in a place they put old retired people. The video’s always showed real people enjoying themselves. He wanted to see her. She was different than his parents or his brother Fred. They never answered his questions as to when they were going to visit. There were always some excuses. His father acted as if they were real. The letters were official looking with stamps and seals. No matter what they stated still he wanted to see her.
 “Oh, sweetie, yes that will so be nice, indeed,” she responded as her blue gray head nodded the affirmative as a large smile broke across her face.
She must need glasses, he thought. No one notices that she blinks a lot. Peter thought she looked like the Cheshire cat in those old videos Grammy gave him as a special present long ago. He wasn’t supposed to have these videos for some reason he never understood.
     He knew it was not safe to ask about things like that. He had learned that lesson. One beating was enough. He didn’t mention it. Owning a player and old discs was against some sort of law.  It was a law he never understood. What could be wrong with old videos and books? He had hidden the portable player in his closet. No one ever looked there. He only played it when his parents and brother, Fred were out of the house or deep asleep. And, he only played it in the “Safe Room”, the one designed to protect the family against poisons if their locale was attacked.
“It’s a war against bad people,” his dad would always shout when he asked any related question. “You have to be vigilant, always vigilant.” That’s what he was told over and over again.
“But against what?” he asked a few times.
“You’ll know it when you see it,” was the same response. Even at that young age, he realized that they didn’t have an answer. And, he knew better than to keep questioning. It wasn’t until years later, watching an old video late one night, of an even older book about a cave, he realized what IT was.
Fred stared right into Peter’s face, “Talking to GRAMMY again?” the voice of his older brother Fred was as sharp as a knife to his heart. Fred’s voice sent a chill through his blood. Fred then added for good measure, “You know she’s not real.” He was always mocking and bullying him. “It’s a video of her talking. They sit them down and they follow a script. Then they set it up to answer any questions with artificial intelligence. The letter from the government explained it. You are such a baby and a big dope.”
“She’s fine, I can tell it’s her and not a screen saver shot. I know those when I see them. Yes she is, yes she is.” Peter shouted holding back his tears. He didn’t dare look at his brother Fred. Fred was 15 and knew a lot and was the perfect boy. He was a member of all the right organizations. He played sports. He was in the band. He was in the political science class. He even got to meet a general and the president once. They said they had big plans for him.  Everyone said he was going places. Peter was the dreamer and an obvious disappointment to his family, and being so, was bait for teasing.
Peter asked, “What letter? I never saw a letter. Mom and dad never said anything about a letter.”
Fred ignored the question and taunted him all the more.  The truth of the matter was that no one but a few people were ever supposed to know that. So to cover his slip he continued, “You might as well believe in God, or what was it they called him, that fat guy you believed in for so long?”
“Santa Claus?” said Peter grabbing the bait, hook line and sinker, again.
“Yes Santa Claus, that’s it.” Fred yanked hard. “You’re such an idiot you know that. You’re a baby and an idiot. They should have let you die. There are no old folks. I heard it on the Hushweb,” said Fred said in loud mocking tones.
He repeated quieter this time, slowly and in mocking tone. “You’re an idiot, you know that don’t you? There are no old folks. I heard it on the Hushweb. They’re just past old workers, POWs. That’s what they are called and a burden on our society,” Fred sneered. He continued in even a lower volume, “Did you know that over half the planet’s population is retirement age? Do you? Only fractions have saved for themselves, and even less the resources to care for themselves. We are a planet of finite resources.  They are taking the food and water out of your mouth, out of our mouths! Think about it, Peeeter.” He said Peter with such a mocking tone. He finished with a verbal coup de grĂ¢ce, “You’re talking to a computer!”
     “The Hushweb is for subversives and perverts. And Grammy is not just a past old worker. She’s our family.” Peter said it emphatically and quietly. He wouldn’t him let his brother see the tears.  “And No One, no one at all was supposed to talk about the HUSHWEB. Peter whispered this last part with clenched teeth.
Fred realized he had gone too far and said in an equally quiet voice, “The Hushweb is where the truth comes out. And until you realize that you’re just a pawn, like mom and dad and all the rest of you.”
     Fred knew more than he was telling. He couldn’t say any more. The information was supposed to be secret, only for the elite and the Guard Scouts who were the secret young elite in training. Peter knew about Fred’s training. His parents did not. He overheard a piece of the conversation Fred had with some girl Fred was trying to impress. It was enough to let him know his brother was special but not in the manner his parents had hoped for.
Peter begged the question, “but,” and hesitated, “you seem to be part of all that. You met the president. Didn’t the general say they had plans for you? Aren’t you in the advanced placement classes for college and military?” Peter was a bit confused by his brother’s comments. It wasn’t the first time he said something like this. Yet Fred seemed to go along with the crowd. He never said or did anything that would indicate he believed any different than all the others he grouped with.
Peter understood peer group pressure and surmised that Fred went along with the crowd but believed something else entirely.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Donkey Frogs


As reported by Mackenzie:

Mackenzie asked me early one day,
“Have you ever seen a donkey frog frolicking at play?”
‘No,” I responded, what could I say?
“A donkey frog? Really? Not in my day!”



“They hop like zebras bounding away,
or croak in the garden as night overcomes day.
Gray and green or black  and white,
donkey frogs can be a most terrible sight.
Some are big, oh so quite huge
too fat to do anything ,
they can’t even move.”

Mackenzie saw them as she mentioned to me.
So I wrote what she said for all you to see.
“They’re afraid of cameras and don’t want to be held,
If you see one to touch you must stand so still.
It will come up and look you nose to your toes
Then smile if it wants to, giving a moo.”