Wise words from Pop Yoda. Just like most things, we are heavily influenced by media and the pressure is on to make all the Christmas the best one ever for your family. You have to ask yourself a couple of questions to keep a clear head and a clean heart about this holiday. If getting all the decorations and presents are going to put me in debt, then is it worth it? If all this running around is going to temporarily make me a maniac, then is it worth all the trouble? If this is what you learned to accept to be acceptable, then it’s a good time to start unlearning what you learned.
Zoltar was waiting
The man had no clue
With 50 cents debating
His fortune was due
He dropped the 2 quarters
And Zoltar began to talk
And gave the man orders
Of where he should walk
Life directions for a half a buck
Zoltar likes how it rolls
He gives the man some luck
And keeps his unknowing soul.
Thanks for reading my poem. I saw Zoltar while my friend Stephen Davis photographed unsuspecting tourists on the pier. I know it’s a silly poem, but don’t we get just as silly when we base our futures based on strips of paper inside fortune cookies and throwing coins into a fountain? Let me know what you think. I appreciate your feedback!
I just need one and I’m done
Started drinking black
But then I got hacked
By sugar and cream
A sweet-tooth’s dream
I’ll do overpriced and try to look hip
But I’m really just fine with regular drip
I’m dragging and this poem is done.
Thanks for dropping by to read. Check out the original poem in the Steller version below. Make it a great weekend!
Notes: The story starter was given my Nicky Sanford on Steller a few years ago. Nicky is @thephotomomma on Instagram.
Life was not meant to be lived alone. Share it with others, most of all with the ones you love. However, there are relationships, short-lived to life-long that have yet to be made. Don’t avoid those connections. What would you fill in the blank for yourself? “__________ with me.”
Or should I say Jenny-wrecked? Jenny was the name of Ben’s tiny boat. Ben drove Jenny out to the harbor on calm days to have a few beers with either Phil or Stan. They both have said on many occasions that they would end up steering the boat back to the marina after Ben had one too many.
But this night, Phil was out of town and Stan’s wife said that Stan was “unavailable.” So this night, Ben decided this was the perfect night to spend with Jenny, a stack of CD’s he bought at a garage sale, and a case of beer. It felt like he would have the serene harbor all to himself.
Somewhere past 6th beer, Ben saw that Jenny was wandering out of the harbor and into the open sea. Then he thought that it was simply a dream. “I’ll just keep napping for a little bit, then I’ll wake up and take Jenny back home,” Ben told himself.
Ben woke up to blinding daylight and the thunderous blast of a water crushing the side of Jenny. In one motion of panic and bewilderment, Ben leaped off the boat onto the beach and ran towards small crowd that had gathered to watch the beached boat.
I don’t know how Ben managed to escape without a scratch and pull Jenny out of shorebreak, but he did. To this day, Jenny sits on a trailer in Ben’s driveway. Ben shares his story with anyone willing to listen: a story about his night with Jenny, a stack of CD’s, and a case of beer.
Notes: Thanks for reading. I plan on sharing a 1-minute story every Monday. I appreciate your feedback. Do you like my fictional stories more than the poetry? Do you prefer the fiction over the articles with words of encouragement? Thanks again!
Just an hour earlier the wedding singer zipped through the city like a wedding singer should if he is running late to his gig. He glanced at his to-do list on his phone and was determined to make it to the wedding reception in time. He picked up his suit at the dry cleaners, grabbed a cappuccino 4 blocks further, and bought breath mints & water at the gas station 7 blocks after that. His band greeted him with boos and smart remarks, but they were ready to rock the reception. Their opening set was a smashing success with the wedding guests begging for more. The wedding singer looked out the window overlooking the city, and the sinking feeling overcame him as he noticed his pockets were empty. Where did he leave his phone?
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I live close enough to ride my bike to the “happiest place on Earth,” yet have not been there for months. I had passes for my family but let them expire. As much as I like to play, it just got too expensive.
We will return Disneyland soon! I have literally hundreds of photos I have taken over the years with either my phone. Here is my visual essay about the magical place in Anaheim, California.
Charles went to work hours early before dawn to get a heads start before everyone else. He convinced himself that if he was more productive, then his historically dreary work days would feel more meaningful. He crept in the lobby door and started up the stairs towards the workroom when his first step sank into a mound of sand instead of a manmade step. “It’s a beautiful day for a walk,” the elderly stranger said as he gingerly stepped past Charles down from the beach. Charles stared at the old man speechless, yet a million and one thoughts raced through Charles’ head. The million and second thought was interrupted by the sound of waves that crumbled towards him. Charles took another cautious step up towards the water. Gulls flew overhead beyond the ceiling that blended into the sky. Charles smelled the air. It was salty. He looked towards the horizon and saw men surfing in the distance. Charles took off his shoes and took bigger strides up the sandy bank. He said aloud, “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up for while!” Charles continued his walk up the beach with an easy stride and a hopeful smile on his face.
Notes: Thanks for taking the time to read my latest 1-minute story. I am collecting my stories and poems into a book, so your feedback is appreciated.