Lets forget reality, and dream of other worlds

Worlds where we all float on air like feathers

And hold dances way up in the air

Where buttercups hold necar sweet as honey

Where fairy horses lead the charge

Or

Places where we live under the water

We'd swim with fishy tails

Wear anemones in our hair

Search for pearls with the oysters

But never harm a shell

We'd swim through sunken galleons

finding treasure everywhere

The kelp would become our living rooms

We'd hide in there a lot

Or

Worlds where fairy palaces rode on fiery jets in the air

We'd spin magic towers with nothing but a thought

All the wizards would obey us

And griffins and dragons be at our beck and call

There would be no ground below us

Just the endless billowing silver clouds

The only problem with this dream

Would be having to wake up.

Sharon Pribble

 Vice President... Joe Biden? I think it is... made a Gubernatorial campaign appearance for Iowa's governor, Chet Culver, another goober. I forgot we had a Vice President. Hell, at least Dick Cheney shot someone once in a while to keep his hand in the game. At least I can remember his name. I saw Joe on T.V., and I thought... Who is this guy sporting a Jimmy Carter haircut? Why is he campaigning for a guy who couldn't run to the fridge for a beer, let alone a state?

Leaves stirred, trees whispered, flowers dreamed,

sunbeams lifted fog, crisp fall air rose above asphalt.

A perfect day to admire breathtaking views.

Endless pines surrounded us on a narrow road.

We drove dangerously close to the edge.

Foreboding clouds suddenly blanketed us.

Our speed sent us to descend the cliff.

Illusion of time warped during our decline.

Before landing in the lake, we abdicated the vehicle.

Doors and windows seal like a vacuum under water.

Forlorn, I tore off my clothes and struggled to surface.

I swam toward a shore devoid of any boundary to climb.

With no portal to salvation, vociferation was futile.

We witnessed my car sink; we drowned in dread.

       It's about damn time. Too much of anything get's old, even toilet humor.

       WE NEED ANOTHER REALITY SHOW!

       WE NEED ANOTHER HOSPITAL SHOW!

       WE REALLY NEED ABOUT TEN MORE FLIPPIN' COP SHOW'S!

       Goodbye Oprah, daytime T.V. will never be the same without you!

Prime numbers

It is always an early winter;

I have math grades to show my father.

Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,

it is not an effortless road for

searching the prime numbers that we are,

amongst the stars. It is winter, chill,

the month of some clear sky in this part.

I have math grades to show my father.

Brown leaves and stars number our small truths.

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turkey

It came blanketed, in the back of

the car; driver whistling; hushed outside.

Brown leaves were strewn on the driveway.

The mist on the windows had bald spots.

The dinner was laid out around it;

gluten free, healthy. You thanked us all.

No mobile on the dinner table,

the least respect the turkey might have.

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I was a view point hovering above an ocean.

The waters were gray.

A small, slow whirlpool formed.

A face slowly rose from the water.

She seemed to be sleeping.

He long golden brown hair fanned out around her face.

After what seemed an eternity, she opened her eyes to look up at me.

They were the gray of storms.

She smiled slightly, then sank beneath the waves.

Sharon Pribble

Balloon home for the aged

Our family lives in a basket

attached to a helium balloon.

This morning we have chicken omelettes

then I leave my feelings hang on air

go to work for elderly people.

I know the balloon is a name of

surgery for them, faded birthdays

even or a road by a beach.

This evening I will come back home

and tell you about the aged people

while our balloon may be crossing seas.

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the stars guiding our lives

The stars on the footpath. Ask the man

with the welding tool, his views on births.

Genesis. The shower of the stars

on the tiles, the sounds like calks, night walks.

Ask the man welding an old chassis,

his world is soft and warm nebulae.

The stars on the footpath stare at you.

Life is flashing before those sprinkles;

oxygen, explosion, darkness; simple.

The man with the welding tool and lung

full of fumes that slowly make his wife

a widow; the stars on the footpath,

cold; the winter’s whisper on your palm

stay still for a nano moment. Brief.

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ComSa

ComSa sat next to Lord Vorn's chair. As a very small dog, he was rare, and thus popular. He had only had one run in with a bigger dog being a bully. Pulling the tablecloth off a table to dump a large tureen of hot soup onto the big lout had solved that problem. Like most bullies, Snarler was a a coward.

An attempt on Snarler's part to enlist help in punishing ComSa had don the bigger dog no good. None of the other dogs liked him at all.

Tweety

Finally! Queen Ruth had a last left the room. Tweety lifted the latch of the cage and flew to one of the rafters, then over to the curtain over the door. As it opened, he slid through, unseen, and flew to a rafter over the throne.

What a relief to see Sharle, and ComSa come through the door. He flew to my shoulder. "Thank Heavens, Queen Ruth had me in a cage, I had to wait hours till she left the room so I could open the cage."

Con and Teggy entered from the main hall. That put five of the six together.

I halted at Tweety's words. "What a place, first some Lord tries to OWN ComSa, then Tweety gets caged!"

I turned to  look at Lady Waldra, then turned my attention to the burly, light brown haired man on the throne.

"You put one of my best friends in a cage, and one of your Knights tries to own ComSa?"

"Please give me one good reason why I should even listen to whatever you want?"

"Friends with dog and canary?" KIng Barl stared at Sharle in shock.

"Good Lord of Light, what a backward place!" "What do you want, and why should I care what you want?" Sharle grunted.

"You and your strange choice of friends are in this castle, and whatever happens here will happen to you too!" King Barl shouted. "You Ankloi can be as high and mighty as you like elsewhere, but I rule this castle."

"Bah, some king, what with Queen Ruth sleeping with Sir Valach, and your vizier almost forcing himself upon poor Princess Sheima." Con snorted.

"Get back to your kitchen cook, and leave matters that over your head to your betters!" The vizier ordered imperiously.

Con smiled, then slowly turned his way, and drew Ebony Thrust out of his sheath, which set the sword squealing eagerly.

Everyone backed up giving us a very wide space.

The entire Multiverse knows that sword's voice.

"A'Clusk, by the Gods of Time, the old fool's insulted Connan A'Clusk!"  A man shouted over the shocked gasps.

"You -- your no cook!" Sprazel turned very pale. "I never said I was." Con answered mildly.

Turning his back on Sprazel, who instantly tried to pull a knife, which I kicked out of his hand, amused. He really was an idiot. Two of the guards grabbed him, and held him.

Con turned to shake his head at him, then looked up at the king on the over sized dais.

"Well, your 'so called' majesty?"

"Theives and ghosts roam the halls below, start with them!" King Barl blurted.

"Who leads them?" Teggy asked from Con's shoulder."How should I know, you are the heroes, go find out!"

"What kind of king are you?" I laughed out loud. Garl must have written us a comedy.

To be continued.

Sharon Pribble

A legendary woman once devoured

men's flesh between her teeth.

Forsaken and weary, she prayed

to discover love's miracle.

Years spent chasing dreams

like an obsessed dog chases its tail

until the greatest magic of all 

materialized in her life.

Love both healed and convinced her

that she deserved indulgence.

A handsome, considerate man

fell in love with her.

Tomorrow non-existent in his eyes.

Lives driven by passion, 

heart's song resounded in the sea.

Loyal and steadfast, he nurtured her

through the best and worst times.

Unconditional acceptance of her flaws

aroused desire beyond this realm.

Respectful adoration allowed independence,

yet they rarely parted.

His generosity and their friendship

kindled excitement even into the mundane.

He became the answer to her woes.

Born to give her heart to him-forever.

 For several years man has been searching the universe for intelligent life forms non-indegenous to Earth. So far the results are no.  Telescopes scan the stars, Radio signals(which by the way are a natural occurrence in space)monitored, and physical evidence within our own solar system examined.

 I think they have looking in the wrong place. They should be looking for where they have been. Not a specific planet, but they're path. Sir Isaac Newton proposed the idea that with every action, There is an equal and opposite reaction. On earth, gravitational and atmosheric influences will erase the reaction. In space however, the reaction should still be there. Think of it as a ripple effect, Like a rock hitting water, we have all heard of this.

 Radio signals can bounce around the universe virtually forever,ripples. The same should apply to a spacecraft accelerating,except in free trajectory travel. Only the "firing" of said ships engines at that point. Therefore barring gravitational influences, The path of a spacecraft may be detectable, no matter when it traveled. How do we detect the acceleration of a spacecraft? Who knows. If you can find two identical "ripples", we may be able to plot a rough point of destination. Then, thats where you aim the telescopes and communication monitors.

 Please feel free to express your comments or theories on the matter.