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Monthly Archives: October 2014
Throwback Thursday
I don’t know what year this way….but I know it’s definitely a vintage Halloween ad! 😉 Baby Ruth!
Wordless Wednesday
Haunted, Poisoned Doughnut
I don’t believe I’ve shared this one previously. After writing this, I wrote a short story based on the same theme called, The Doughnut Murders. It’s a tad over 14,000 words, or I’d post it here on the blog. Of course, if anyone would enjoy reading it, just let me know and I can post it later this week. I figured this is a good Halloween-themed poem. 😉
HAUNTED, POISONED DOUGHNUT
Oh haunted, poisoned doughnut
You have found me at last.
You first went through all my friends
One by one by one
Until there were none
First you started with dizzy Fizzy
Oh how she was such a thin-lizzy
Prim and proper
And such a show stopper
Next there was business woman, Rita,
Who acted like such a Lolita
With her red stripper heels
And all those scandalous deals
Third there was Rose
Who thought she was so good at writing prose
Turns out it was her husband
Who wrote all those
One by one by one
You poisoned them
Then caught me in the end
I should have known better
Than to eat a doughnut
That appeared out of nowhere
And moved around from here to there
When there was no one else near
It was Vickie
Who killed us
Out of some sort of revenge
Just because we poisoned her
With a doughnut so round
We killed her dead
By a doughnut
Riddled with arsenic
Put up with her
We did
Until we could no longer
Stand her
Though our finicky
Friend Vickie
Did seek out revenge
Testing our strength
Against a doughnut
Sound round
With icing glistening
Sweetly sugared orb so fine
She stole our husbands
Then our boyfriends
Even our children
Seemed her to defend
We got tired of her wicked games
So we poisoned her with a sweet eat
And OMG! It was so neat
When she ate that poisoned doughnut
Then fell head over feet
Onto the floor of my very home
Throw her in a bag did we
And deliver her to a watery new home
But alas did she get her payback
By placing one lone doughnut in a Dunkin Donuts sack
And placing it ‘round the house
When to eat, there was nothing else ‘round about.
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
Dance of the Seasons
I don’t recall if I’ve ever posted this on my blog before, but thought it’s a fitting time to share.
DANCE OF THE SEASONS
Seasons change, bringing anew
The turning tides ring of truth
Times come and they go
Return and leave like the life of a rose
In the beginning of a season
Living life without reason
We feel totally robust
Then fall down and bust
Life, full of too much excitement,
Eventually brings tired days well spent
Whether it’s raking leaves
Or shoveling snow; hanging wreaths
Eventually the season ends
And before we know it, tends
To enter another season, yet again
A never-ending cycle upon which we depend
And as we dance in spring showers
And keep watch over growing flowers
The sun in the sky rises higher
As the days grow longer and lighter
The outdoors begs us, come
Time to begin outdoor fun
And next thing we know
Tulips smell fine and gone is the snow
As the roses rise high
Toward the big blue sky
Turning their faces aloft
We look ahead to summers so soft
Full of hot days and warm nights
We’ll lie on our backs; watch the skies for lights
Barbecues will be lit
With charcoal in their pits
And in the last days of summer
We’ll stand outside and act all the dumber
While pretending not to know
That soon enough, there’ll be snow
We’ll toast the long days
As we nod to changing ways
As fall chases summer away
And lessens our time of play
Ushering in things anew
Yet that seem old too
And soon the raking of leaves
Give way to the hanging of wreathes
Again we’ll sit ‘round hearth fires
Discussing days gone by with desire
And we sit with our cookies and coffees
Dreaming of summer and big Slurpees
It’s the dance of the seasons
It happens without reason
Round and round it goes
And where it’ll stop, everyone knows.
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
My Texas Nights
And to my friends who still live in Texas. Don’t give it up. Never go away. You have no idea what you have. And if you absolutely must go, never let it go.
MY TEXAS NIGHTS
Sounds of cicadas buzz around me
The smell of fresh-cut hay does surround me
Home of a sizzling daytime sun and sticky, starry nights
Prairies glowing bright even in the dark of night
Night roses blooming
Horses grooming
Under the cloak of night
Illuminated by a silvery moon delight
Dewberries glistening
Pecan trees swaying
Growing all right
During the dead of night
Field mice wrestling
Salamanders listening
Waiting for the break of dawn
To run and burrow deep under the lawn
Gentleness against my skin
Draping herself around my shins
She touches my arm
Breezing by my cheek without alarm
She whispers in my ear
And, oh, how it tickles dear
A sweet breath of air
I never had need to despair
Rustling leaves sing as they shuffle
Promising my life will be free of bustle
Grazing under a moonlit front
Cattle low and grunt
Spider spinning her web
Pinning bugs dead
Night birds crooning tranquil tunes
Under the Texas moon
Inching worms and slithering snakes
All the hungry bunnies shake
Nibbling on tomatoes, eating lush
Let’s all hide with our bounty under prickly brush
Croaking frog
And barking dog
Tomcat mewing on nigh
Oh how we all love the sugary-smelling night
Staring up at the Milky Way
With my child eyes, I pray
Please, God, I never want it to go away
I want life to always be this way
Go away it never did as I prayed
It was me who didn’t stay
Restless youth bid go
God, if I had only known
Now-a-days, I recall it, dreaming
Summoning a child’s moon, beaming
On the fields of my youth
That are now all gone…Poof!
In my memory lives on
My Texas nights
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
Night Demon
*Demon 1 by IgorKieryluk
NIGHT DEMON
I fear for my weak and wretched soul
As he haunts me through ominous night
Luring me to deadly sins so foul
Enticing me away from the light
Night Demon, I beg him, stay away
My thoughts are scary, murky; viscous
Fear of harsh judgment keeps them at bay
Demon! Don’t lead me to be inauspicious
He shrieks at me through the vast darkness
Of my puzzled, spinning, ailing mind
No drug can sedate the beast unless
There is a spell that can tie and bind
Demon calls to me, to come and kill
I cover my ears; don’t want to hear
As he cruelly tries to break my will
Scratching, biting, at my force he tears
Demon’s friends join in on the horror
Skipping like evil fairies all night
Through the most horrible night terror
I’ve ever had and I heave from fright
Insanity is knocking dreadfully loud
As my thoughts turn creepy; distorted
I see Demon, hiding in his shroud
Morals, slowly being aborted
My spirit cries to not engage them
Those suddenly hideous feelings
I pray to God to end the mayhem
My mind is weakened and reeling
No, Demon, I will not follow you
I will take control of my own fate
To God I will go; won’t live like you
I slit my own wrists, so come and hate
Hate me for what I’ve done to myself
But I will not kill someone for you
Demon, why do you laugh with such stealth?
You think you’ve won; that I’ve killed for you?
Hell’s gates are now wide open for me
That’s just fine as it is I who died
I won, really, as I’m murder free
I’d rather burn in hell for suicide
Than smolder in hell for murdering
Some unsuspecting stranger out there
So drag me down to hell for saving
Someone else from my sick night terror
Demon snorts and hoots and laughs at me
The steel gates of hell are blared open
But what’s that bright light that shines with glee?
It’s a bright beam from God’s fine heaven
Night Demon, you are not what you seem
God tested me and I passed that exam
He’s opened the gates of Heaven for me
Though suicide should be a failed exam
“That’s an old-school rule,” God said. “Now come.”
Through the vast gates of Heaven I walked
I was elated; I felt at home
Then I turned, saw the Demon still stalked
Then looked to find the kind face of God
He nodded and then they became one
Truth hit me like a lightening rod
Then I awoke in my bed alone.
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
No Accounting for Death
This is free today:
A donation from every sale of the other two books in the series goes to Breast Cancer Care.
Wordless Wednesday
No One Brings Me Flowers
NO ONE BRINGS ME FLOWERS
(My journal entry from Friday, 10/10/14.)
I won’t let you kill me. I won’t!
That is the first thought that I had this morning. I mean, the first recognized, hard thought.
What sucks is, I am talking to my colon. To myself. Yes, it sucks.
It’s a long story. I suppose that someday the silly thing will end me. But in the meantime, I must fight it.
It is my colon. Why is the thing so mean to me? I mean, I do not drink any measurable amount of alcohol. A drink or two over the winter holidays does it for me. I do not smoke, don’t do drugs – never was one for that. I changed my eating habits way back at like 29 years of age. And they’ve progressed slowly over the years to become even better. What the hell. Once, I went a whole year without any soda. I haven’t eaten a McDonald’s hamburger-anything in 16+ months.
Still, the bitch is trying to kill to drive me crazy.
Maybe I should not call it a bitch. I wonder if it knows what I am thinking. I mean, who knows what the other 90% of our brain is really doing. I would think it could heal. Maybe kill. Maybe both.
I don’t want my colon to kill me down the road. Maybe there’s not much we can do to stop such things from happening. Maybe we can only follow precautions that will slow what may be the inevitable.
Anyway, on October 31st, I will turn 45. I’m pretty sure I was 30 only a few days ago.
I think it’s my environment that has made me sick. Most everyone who knows me personally knows how I feel about where I live. I’ve been stressed and upset for so long now that any good that enters my life now may not be enough to save me.
Save me. No one can do that. Not even the doctors. I’ve asked doctors, nurses and other health professionals what to do. How to make my colon tame again and normal? There’s not much. Same old advise. I’ll have to find another way.
I know there are many others our there sicker than I. I try not to complain. But like an emergency room nurse said to me, “This is yours.” Yes, it’s mine.
It’s mine, and one day in the not too distant future I’ll have no one at all to share it with. No one to come with me to the emergency room. Or to stand outside the bathroom door while I vomit until I see stars. I don’t what I’ll do then.
The Gods never saw fit to send me a gem. I know I’m hard to please, picky, stubborn… But at some point in my life, there had to have been someone…strong enough.
Well, it does not matter now. I’m sure he’s long gone. I just hope he didn’t end up as lonely I have been.
As for everything else… After my Ganymede left for the Rainbow Bridge back in February, I’ve been sort of down. Oh, yes, there have been highs and lows, but now, some days are a struggle to get through. I don’t want to be sad. It’s not good for my colon, and the Diverticulolis. It can egg on Diverticulitis. This is a fact.
Where’s my knight in shining armor? When will someone bring me flowers? When I’m dead? Since Dad died, no one brings me flowers anymore.
WANDA PARYLA 
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