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windshield

Oh honey, just look at it, it’s perfect.

Yes it is my love. It’s a bit pricey though huh?

Oh silly stop worrying about the price. Aren’t we worth it?

Yes, of course we are honey; it’s just that with my new job and the End of the World coming on December 21st.  I was hoping we could just rent something and see how things go.

But, I really want this house. It has everything we dreamed of, look at the landscaping; the trees are the right size. And these steps, I’ll be the envy of every housewife around.  Besides, if the planet does crumble we’ll be safe living up here, right?

I guess you’re right. It would be nice to be floating instead of being swallowed up by the Earth. Okay, let’s get the realtor on the phone. I’m buying my honey a house.

Oh yeah, you’re the best husband a girl could ask for. Oh and one more thing sweetie, can we not tell anyone where we live?

Sure, okay. But why?

Well, once we move in I’ll have so much to do; I simply won’t have time for an End of the World Party.

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I hope you enjoyed this story- this is what happens when I see a picture and begin to THINK…

-peace

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/


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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If you’re reading this and would like to submit a photo/drawing or similar, please let us know.

 

The photo and words were submitted by ME @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

SUNPHONY

It Was Sent

The lights arrive

To let me know

That I can see

My music flow

Others they say

They are amazed

To see the wonder

That I have raised

Pieces assembled

Timing in sync

Now begins

The music – sun link

All will ask

How it was done

As we dance

To music from sun

I play the night

Into daybreak

I play the heart

Now love we make

And in the end

When we are spent

The music returns

From where it was sent

-Peace

Here is the email I recieved from our good friend Francisco C Pinheiro Torres @ http://franciscocpt.wordpress.com/

Hi Steve,
I am product designer Francisco CPT from WordPress.
Thank you for your post on my blog.
Please find a picture of my project attached. (I had maximum score with praise with this project while I was studying in Milan, Italy)
This is a photovoltaic violin called Sunphony. (the symphony of the sun)
This violin is incorporated with a solar panel that is connected to a buzzer, which sound is amplified through a gramophone horn.
The violin changes it’s sound by controlling the angle and intensity of sunlight on it.
This poetical and playful violin transforms photons emitted by the sun into sound waves without spending energy.
Made me feel great to make music by dancing, shaking or creating shadows on the solar panel with the virtual cloud I had in my hand.
It felt like dancing or composing music with the sun!
I hope you liked it!
Best,
Francisco C Pinheiro Torres
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I had asked Francisco if he would send me a picture that I could write words to. He was very graceous to do so, I hope you and he like my words to his art.
-Peace
Steve O’Brien @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

ATTENTION ALL ARTISTS AND WORDSMITHS !!!

I Got A Story Like That

Is looking for artists and writers to meet.

I have had a tremendous amount of fun and personal satisfaction with artists that I have never met sending me selected pieces of their work. Then I create a story/poem about that art.

Visit our site and see the results of our collaborations.

You don’t have to be an artist/writer to see whats happening here.

You might just have a little fun or maybe too much fun.

 

-Peace

NEVER AGAIN

Here is another wonderful piece of art that was sent to me. I asked this talented artist to send me any artwork they wanted and that I would write  my interpretation of  that piece.

I call this story Never Again.

“Never again, NEVER NEVER NEVER,” I said out loud. “That’s it, it’s over. I’m done. I’m finished with you and I’m finished with this, this so called life. I have no life, all I do is work work work”

***His reply reeked of boredom and was very low toned  “Ha ha, you can’t just up and leave like that. Just like me you’re stuck. You’ve given this thing of ours more than you care to admit. You’re in too deep. You can’t walk away, just like I can’t walk away, nobody just walks away!” He said in a very convincing voice that flowed like sweet wine being poured into my out stretched glass of “whatever this is that I have become.”

I replied through a long sip of me.“Maybe you can’t quit this, this thing we have become, but I can and I will,”

My mind drifted and I thought back at all “that I had now become.” What I had gone through, the rehearsals, the shows, the before and after parties, the ass-kissing and begging for auditions.

Sure, I was a HUGE success.

Sure I have all the money and awards one person should ever have, more than I’ll ever need.  

Was all that necessary, just to get here? Was it worth it to get here to this moment, this place and time, with him?

Who was he to tell me what is or is not good for me? I could stop this anytime I choose to, couldn’t I?

***Suddenly He whispered quickly and firmly. “I know what you’re thinking, and you can forget about it, right now.”

There was an unpleasant pause in the air as I squeezed my eyes closed in an attempt to isolate and compose my thoughts and reply. I was determined not to be bullied anymore. It was time for me to take back control, be myself, for myself, for my survival!

Still alone in my dressing room as I had been from the start of this conversation. I stood and looked directly into the mirror smiled and said,” Okay one more show, one more, then, I’m quitting,”

My reflection in my mirror just smiled back at me and whispered, “Sure, sure it’s your last show, it’s always you’re last show, you go and knock ’em dead.

***I’ll be right here when you get back, then WE can talk some more like we always do”

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The words came from  Steve O’Brien   sobnyc.wordpress

The art is from Crenguta Mirela Bacaoanu

I love this collaboration, please challenge me !!!!

WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN

WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN

 

I am in the middle

 

Of who I am

 

I am not the same

 

Do you understand?

 

Is my “not”

 

What you can see?

 

Or is it just

 

What’s meant to be?

 

How shall I share

 

What I’ll become?

 

With those who’ve seen

 

What I’ve undone?

 

Reach out to touch

 

Or simply graze

 

It is your eyes

 

That show your daze

 

Do not fear

 

Or cry inside

 

Be of full heart

 

Thou will not hide

 

Remember your life

 

Is not your own

 

Remember to reap

 

What you have sown

 

Painting courtesy of http://dutchtouchart.com/#_cnum=1868&_cat=4

Words by Steve O’Brien http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/