"The Lottery"

"The Lottery"

Shirley Jackson's has put so much into this short story that to me it is worth reading many times over.

The use of foreshadowing was something that makes this story interesting.  You could tell something was there, but not right away.  This gave you time to get more involved in the story before it was revealed.

Her usage of names meaning more than just the peoples name.  This was very smart by the way she did this, not putting anyone singled out, just speaking their names as one of the town folk.  You had to look closely at the names to see the double menaing.

The ending itself of the story gives you a good jolt.  You see what is happening, just like the people in the story, yet seem helpless to stop it.  Then once it happens you wonder, why?

The only answer most of us can say is...because!

A nod to Hemingway

I thought after seeing the piece on Hemingway’s gravesite, I thought I would do a nod to him for my post for this week.

“Enigma of Emily”

An air of mystery in black,

The split on respect the men revere and the lady’s lack.

Father sees her as perfect and frail,

What she thinks of the townsfolk’s curiosity, they can go to Hell!

 Tobe feels she is deserving of devotion and care,

Trustworthy and reserved the brunt of her life he would bare.

Homer independent and fun-loving with is head held high,

Cigar and bowler, reins and whip; never knew he was to die!

Her home open after her death heavy with dust and disuse,

The women swoop in and the lips of gossip are loose.

The grisly and morbid scene of the love affair,

The tender tomb with the indented pillow and the iron-grey hair!!

The Jeff Healey Band - Angel Eyes (Music Video)

Santa's Helper

“Santa’s Helper”

Dream a Dream,

A funny little dream.

Hope and pray,

Get down on your knees I say.

For it is Christmas time,

I hope you see caution in my rhyme.

Santa’s watching; He’s watching us close; he’s got his eyes and ears everywhere,

He’s the friendly “Yule Tide Ghost!”

So heed my words and watch out,

He’s got a list and checking it without a doubt.

His bags are stuffed with gifts; and his elves ain’t no rookies,

Oh by the way; Santa says:

“Better leave him some Milk and Cookies!”

Vision

“Vision”

The world is a large place,

Most of us will never see the whole face.

Worst of all if you are blind,

You must look with your mind.

As we speak of the mind’s eye,

Almost all the blind ask “why?”.

As it is said the blind see more color that us all,

We shun and avoid all types of handicaps with a weak stall.

Fear, anger, depression, hate,

Is this to be humanity’s fate?

The blind are the lucky ones to me,

They don’t see the poorly picture.

Don’t you see?

The Problem

“The Problem”

          One day I had a problem and I looked far and wide for the answer.  I was blue for I knew not what to do.  So I went to the King to ask if he could tell me the answer, but alas he was mystified. He yelled for his Wisemen; “Come Forth; and give me the solution.”  Again I was met with blank looks, they were dumbfounded.

          As we were all looking at the others with confusions on our faces; we heard a laugh and a jingle of bells.  The Jester came prancing down the hall.  He looked at me and said:

          “Fine Sir; you need not ask others the answer to your problems; for you know what ails ye.”

          “Just ask yourself if for the problem is we; for if I was to ask for the answer; it would be me!”

                                      “Don’t you see?”

Pity's Sake

“Pity’s Sake”

I start this sad tale of a man; we shall call him “Pity”,

He had friends but alas (excuse my French) treated them shitty.

Now as tales go he was go higher ways,

When another came into his light; his fake shell cracked in waves.

The act of high polish veneer, showed the true plywood,

His course words that tired to wedge a gap did no good.

Try as Pity might to act above and beyond,

His thumb and a nap still severed him well; if he’d been up too long!

Now we see he took his ball and went home as a child will do,

He is with his friends; as many or as few?

Pout as he may; we will give him a break,

We will smile and nod for Pity’s sake!

PRINTS

“Prints”

As a young boy I heard the poem “Footprints”,

I have tried to live my life like that ever since.

Everyone needs God in their heart,

That is my part.

As I got older I have left my childish way,

Being a man I feel no shame when I pray.

I do not know where or how old I will be when it ends,

All I know is that I will have to atone for my sins.

When I alone walking around,

I notice the peace I have found.

Sometimes I just stop and stand,

When I look back,

I vaguely see,

Two sets of prints in the sand.

Here goes!!!

I have never blogged before so this will be something I will have to get use to.  I have always like to write and hope one day to be published.  I will post some of my writing on here to see what folks think of my style of writing.

TAC