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BYE BYE TO THE BIRDS AND THE BEES
“CAPTAIN, how goes the industrial colonization of the planet Earth?” Asked the Squishier of Sunsets.
“It is progressing just as you have envisioned, OH Wise and Destructive One.”
“Very well Captain, I want to see more buildings, roads and bridges, I want more graying, polluted and acid rain filled skies with each passing day. Not a moments rest till every square inch of green on the planet Earth is covered by bricks, steel or plastic, AM I UNDERSTOOD!”
“Oh yes, Supreme Supplier of Stone, Sludge and all things Harmful. We are halfway there. It seems as if the inhabitants of Earth enjoy laying waste to the natural resources they have been graciously given.”
(As the Ultimate Undertaker of the Universe stops to take a look at the Destruction Download Bar on his Destructo Monitor he notices that it has stalled momentarily)
“WHY does it appear to be slowing down Captain?”
“I’m not sure sir, let me look.
Oh no, you’re right OH Punish-er of Planets; it does look as if the greenscape annihilation has slowed down. Well, my magnificent Demolish-er of all life and Superior Installer of things non living. It appears that the people of planet Earth are fighting back. It actually looks like they are starting to take notice and concern over their impact of their own environment. “
“Captain, can we stop them from stopping us?”
“I’m not sure my Eternal Evaporator of Earth, I’m not sure.”
Hhhmmm thought the Decider of Doom to himself; maybe these earthlings have finally realized that the light at the end of their planetary tunnel “WAS AN ONCOMNG TRAIN”.
“Okay Captain, let’s change course and find another rock to help destroy. We will grant these earthlings a little more time. Maybe they’ll destroy this planet on their own. If not then we shall return and finish it for them.
“Aye aye, my Supreme Slayer of Trees and Installer of Tears and Regrets, Aye aye.”
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The picture found me then I found the words, then my words found their way to this page, then you found this page and read this story. Thanks….Steve @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
A PICTURE IS WORTH A…….WORDS
Once again TWO stories from ONE picture
THE LAMB
The lamb cried
Why must it be me?
I have worship and loved Thee
I have been true and kept faith in your word
Why must you do this? What have I done sir?
Her father placed a hand on her cheek and said,
You are the chosen one, do you not understand?
I ask this of you because, you took my hand
When we married, it was then you agreed
To be sacrificed, to please me
The greatest honor ever to be
Has been bestowed upon thee
Do you not wish to please me?
A tear rolled down her cheek which he gently wiped away
He placed a kiss upon her lips, closing her eyes to pray
With one swift thrust
He brought the dagger down
The soft flesh between her breasts the shaft found
He laughed as he watched her die
He filled a chalice with her blood and cried
You stupid wench. I have just given you to my King
Glory to him! Let his praises ring!
Open the gates of Hell, of the lamb partake
A sacrificial virgin I have forsake
A black cloud filled the room
Along with a darkened sense of doom
Hail Thee master, I hope you are pleased
He proclaimed on bended knees
Satan placed his hand on his shoulder
You have done well. You are a great soldier
Taking the lamb into his arms, he returned
Back through the gate
Into the coals which burn
by Renee Robinson
Seek Rennee’s incredible visions @ http://naesnest.me/ NOW THE SECOND TAKE ON THE SAME PICTURE
BRAVO, MAGNIFICO, BELLISIMO. (We hear the crowd is yelling after the show)
“OH MY, the crowd loves my performance. I cannot believe that they are standing and clapping, for ME! They love ME they really really love ME. With this type of cheering I must have been fantastic, OH of course I was fantastic. Oh my, someone threw ME flowers.
I will most certainly win an award for best dance performance of the decade. Everyone who is anyone will be at the ceremony. . Hmm… what will I wear? I know that tiny little pink dress that Stefan bought ME on our one year anniversary. Yes that’s it, I’ll wear that dress and I’ll smile and wave to my peers and the judges from the academy who voted for ME.
OH MY, it will be spectacular. Then I must remember to thank everyone I ever met, my acting coach, my speech coach, my dance instructors’, everyone of them from the time I started dancing at age 3 to this very moment. OH and MY publicist, MY agent, the director, OH and of course the composer of this magnificent piece of music.
OH MY, I must have been day dreaming, they are still standing and clapping and cheering for me.
A little curtsy for the people in the front row.
OH MY and I mustn’t forget to bow backwards to the folks behind ME.
This story is from me…http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
SNOW SNIPER
Here is another three poem collection inspired by a single picture
SNOW SCULPTURE
I am the last
Of my kind
You can look
But will not find
Armed, but all alone
I wait for you
Sooner or later
You must pass thru
It won’t be long
Till the falling snow
Reveals to me
Which way you go
Is that you
That I hear
Are you far
Or are you near
I am a statue
That you can’t see
Just a little closer
I need you to be
As I touch my trigger
And gently squeeze
Your life’s now ended
I am not pleased
READY, AIM, WAIT
How do I
Reveal to you
What I know
That I must do
I was not born
To right the wrong
My heart and faith
Can’t come along
I must take back
Things I did not give
Like my home
And the way I live
As you look
Upon my face
Will you run
Or will you chase
Will you fight
By my side
Or shall I hunt
While you hide
I do not blink
Or hesitate
God be with you
Ready, aim, wait
I AM HERE
While the world
Passes by
While children born
Give first cry
And the wind
Blows to the west
And when God
Puts you to the test
I am here
Watching for you
Making sure
That dreams come true
We must each
Do our part
To save the meek
From dark heart
The winter’s snow
And summers heat
I’ll always guard
This city’s street
When comes the day
That I go home
Lay down my gun
No more alone
-Peace
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The photo and words were submitted by ME @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
STEEL TREES
STEEL TREES
“Well, you did it again Steve, are you happy?”
“Aw come on Anne, why must you always make a big deal out of nothing?”
“NOTHING, NOTHING, are you serious Steve? You call this nothing? All you had to do was ask for directions, BUT NOOOO, you had to keep going straight, when we both knew perfectly well that we were heading in the wrong direction. We are “TREES STEVE”, trees need to be in the forest, and this is exactly why I hate leaving the forest. I don’t mind when you get the urge to wander and get away once in awhile, in fact I like it myself. But we have to get back as soon as possible; we need to be in our own environment.”
“Look honey, I know I have been wrong once or twice in the past, but I’m sure we are going to be fine this time. Trust me sweetie, okay?”
“I’m sorry Steve, but I cannot help but think that you’ve finally lost your mind. We are NOT, I repeat NOT FINE. LOOK AT WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW.”
“Aright alright, I’ll ask the next person that we see for directions.”
“FINALLY my husband sees the light. Hallelujah we might be saved after all.”
“But honey, just one more thing, before we get back on our way?”
“WHAT Steve, don’t push it I’m pretty pissed right now?”
“Since we’re already stuck up here; can we light up this wall a little longer before we head home to the forest?”
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The photo represents a recent architectural design from the very talented Patricia Canfield who is Owner/Founder of deCamville Design, a Texas-based full-service architectural and interior design consulting firm. http://decamvilledesign.wordpress.com/
I asked Patricia if I could write something about her work and she sent me the above photo.
I hope my words, due her work some justice. By the way the Tree named Steve is me and the Tree named Anne is my co-founder here at “I got a story like that.”
I’m pretty sure that if Anne and I were trees and I really was driving us around, I would most likely drive her up a wall similar to the trees in the design.
-Peace
One picture – Two stories
A new friend to our site and I had a little fun this week. We took ONE picture and – IN SUPER TOP SECRET UNDERGROUND BUNKERS, HIGHLY PROTECTED BY SONIC RADAR AND ARMED GUARDS WHILE WEARING FAKE NOSES AND GLASSES TO CONCEAL OUR IDENTITIES TO EVEN OURSELVES- we wrote our independent interpretations of this same picture. So, we give to you “REUNION”
Wedding Bells Ringing
Satan’s Angels singing
My heart sinking
What was I thinking?
*
Selling my soul to the reaper
I was placed under a spell
He came in to buy me
Giving me Honeymoon Hell
*
I was mystified
I opened the portal
I made such a mistake
I wanted to be immortal
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I thought I was buying life
Death is what I got
Reaper I am to marry
Honeymoon Hell, I bought
*
He leads me to the bed
I am shaking at his touch
My skin crawls at the thought
Honeymoon Hell, I got
*
Begging, please let me go
I didn’t understand
I never meant to marry
I never gave you my hand
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“It is too late for you, my dear”
The deed is done, you are my wife
You will honor all my needs
Honeymoon Hell is your life”
by Renee Robinson
You can find more of Rennee’s incredible visions @ http://naesnest.me/
The Rising“Why are you sad my child? Are you not pleased with your journey or is it that your time has ended?”
“Oh Father I thank you for allowing me the time to walk amongst mortals. It was exactly as I had imagined it would be.”
“My dear child, I am at peace knowing that you are home back where you belong. I was against you leaving me, even for a moment. But alas, I knew that you must go and see for yourself.”
“I have returned Father, ready to take my place at your side. Theirs is not a world for me. They live as if they will never suffer true pain. They mock the thought of absolute deliverance. They carry on with their self inflicted bliss as if it shall never end. I tasted this happiness and self indulgence that they dine on and I spit it out, so that my soul will be pure and only of you.”
“So my child now that you have seen what I myself have left behind many millenniums ago,do you understand what it is that I must do?”
“Yes Father I do.”
“What else have you learned while living a mortals life, my child?”
“I have learned that they seek to RISE up against you, Father.”
“Ha ha , we shall see my child, we shall see. Let us go and prepare for their arrival but first let’s get you out of that horrible white robe and into something darker, something much darker.”
The above words provided by your host and resident madman, Steve @http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
-Peace
ONE..TWO..WE
“ALRIGHT,ALRIGHT, EVERYONE PLEASE get into their places,we are about to begin.” Yelled a very exasperated photographer. This photo shoot was taking much longer than they all had expected. They had rented this location for only 3 hours, of which there was only a half hour left. A friend of the photographer had told him about this location. The rental price was affordable,mostly because nobody used it this space anymore because of the rumors that it was haunted or something.
“OKAY NOW, the photographer started saying,” when the two actors are in position I want lighting and mirrors to start rotating around them. Let’s see if we can get this shot right people, okay?”
As the small production team ran nervously about doing their jobs, the two young models walked towards each other to their assigned spot in the center of the old stone walled room. On the floor scattered all about were dead leaves and flakes of peeling paint.
It was the perfect setting the photographer was looking for, it had the right mix of wet cavern walls with thick mature vines stretching and crawling their way upwards along the walls towards the small sunlight opening at the roof. It really was the perfect setting he wanted and he didn’t care about any childish superstitions.
The rental agent told him that this very place was used for ancient marriages. The legend has it that when forbidden lovers wanted to be together they stole away to this very spot in secret. There was an inscription chiseled into the stone floor. And when repeated by the lovers, would create a magical mist that swirled around them. The longer the lovers stayed inside that mist, the more the deeper their connection and love for one another would become. Stay too long, and the two bodies would begin to manifest into one single person. Early lovers stayed inside the mist just long enough to become true soul mates.
The legend also speaks of a darker side of the stones secret power. Centuries later, after the spot was discovered. The ancient laws that forbade love that was not prearranged would use spot as used as punishment for those that sought true love. The holy ones would make the alleged sinners stand inside the mist until they turned into one single body. Then they would have to live like that forever. Never again able to see or touch each other.
The photographer was embarrassed that he even wasted his time thinking of all this mumbo jumbo; he shook himself back into reality and focused to the job at hand. “PEOPLE,PEOPLE are we ready now, please?” Everyone nodded at him and took their places.
Standing together in their assigned spot in the center of all this hustle and bustle. The two actors held hands and pulled each other close. They noticed some markings, almost like writings on the stone floor directly between their feet.
With their foreheads touching they began to speak the words written into the stone floor.
On bended knee –I ask of thee –Will you –Mist with me
“CUT, CUT, CUT, NOW WHATS HAPPENING, “the photographer started yelling, what is with all the MIST I’m getting in my shot?”
The photo was generously submitted by Eric Robillard http://clownonfire.wordpress.com/
When I saw this picture I had to ask to write a story. http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
Enjoy,
-Peace
Desire, a collaboration from two Scandinavian girls!
This beautiful poem is written by Pia Valentin Sørensen. She writes just as beautiful in English as in Danish, lucky for me Danish is close enough to Norwegian, so I can read both!
Please check out her blog, click on her name!
Have a nice day, Anne
One to share
ONE TO SHARE
Beep beep beep
Honk honk I say
Please oh please
Out of my way
I must get through
I must get past
My little Vespa
Is not so fast
All must yield
I cannot stop
I’m on my way
To the doughnut shop
Oh my, oh my
Oh dear, oh dear
If I don’t hurry
It will close I fear
What shall I order?
What shall I get?
What am I thinking
I’m not there yet?
Beep beep honk honk
Now almost there
I’ll buy one for me
And one to share
This story is written by Steve. This is his fun view of
my illustration of the Elephant on a Vespa!
We’d love for you to share your art or writing as well! Go on, you know you want to!
THE HALF BLIND DATE
“RING,RING”, went the phone in the cabin of Shelia’s houseboat. “Okay Okay I’m coming,” Shelia yelled as she reached over the bunk bed/kitchen table to get to the pink princess phone in the center of the boats cabin. Phone in hand and half out of breath she spoke, “Hello?”
“Hi is this Shelia?” asked the voice on the other end.
“Yes it is,” Shelia replied ,“who’s calling please?”
“Hi My name is Eddie, I’m Alan’s friend, and he gave me your phone number. Alan did tell you about me didn’t he?” Eddie asked hesitantly, Eddie was very nervous about meeting someone new. With him being a Pirate on the open seas, he really never had time for a girlfriend. His sword buckling scars and the loss of his left eye always scared woman off.
Shelia said to herself for a moment, Eddie, Eddie, “Oh my, she exclaimed, yes, yes Eddie, Alan’s friend, of course. I’m sorry the call took me by surprise.” Shelia started thinking to herself “I hate these blind dates; you never know anything about the other person”.
Eddie started talking,” I guess our friends thought we might get along?”
He sounds polite enough, she thought. Shelia suddenly realized that they had been talking for almost 2 hours, laughing and joking about previous blind dates and experiences they have had. Eddie really sounded like a great guy; she was happy and relaxed for a change. Shelia smiled at the prospect of getting along with someone. It had been so long since her tragic boating accident that anyone would even give her a second glance these days. Most folks just stared at her when she walked into town to get supplies. The two of them acted like teenagers on the phone talking about their favorite music and their mutual love of sailing. Before she knew it they were sharing everything about themselves, well almost everything. Shelia didn’t have the courage to tell Eddie everything about herself. She wasn’t ready to tell him about what had happened that fateful day last year on her boat. Thinking to herself, “How do you tell someone you just met that you lost your right eye and that you now have to wear an eye patch?
This incredibly thought engaging artwork was submitted by our good friend Edilio Cicostile http://ediliociclostile.wordpress.com/
The words and the title “The Half Blind Date” is from my brain as I wrote this story.http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
I hope you all enjoy it… Steve
-Peace
I got a story like that 