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Big Ben and Coach Bill, Shave! October 31, 2006

Filed under: In The News,Local Humor — jojanoski @ 8:30 pm

Big Ben and Coach Bill, Shave!

Two and five, they stink.
Where’s our world-class football team?
Has their luck run out?
Perhaps they’re fresh out of steam?
Did they lose their skill?
Maybe forgot to practice?
I do not think so.
We know why their game’s amiss.
It’s those ugly beards!
Goatee-pointy devil chins!
Big Ben and Coach Bill
With devil beards, Satan-grins.
Mephistopheles
Brings no good luck to a team.
That damned bad devil
Letting loose Hell’s black hot steam.
Shave those beards now, guys!
Before our season is toast.
All burned to a crisp
From your steamy devil host.
Shave! Before it’s too late. Shave!

Copyright 2006 JO Janoski

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Call for Poetry – The 20th Ringing of the Bards

Filed under: Miscellaneous — jojanoski @ 3:44 pm

Call for Poetry – The 20th Ringing of the Bards

After we clear away the broken Halloween pumpkins, ghost slime, and ghoulie messes, many thanks to Ozy for a great party — A call now, if you will, for poems of all types, whatever suits your fancy or should I say, your muse’s fancy. Set her free! Then come dancing in with your submission and leave it here thusly:

Send submissions to jojanoski (at) gmail (dot) com. by Saturday night, if possible, please!

I hear your muse calling! Set her free already!

 

Ocean Vanity October 29, 2006

Filed under: Short Stories — jojanoski @ 2:57 pm


The following story is written to go with the above painting, “Narcissistic Bathers” by Jack Vettriano.

OCEAN VANITY

Never was there such a strange trio. We lived together. We played together. And well, no, we did not sleep together. But a communal snooze on the living room furniture was not an unheard of idea.

I loved them both–as friends and…well…yes, as friends. Brenda was flighty–a brisk redhead, slender, petite, quick to respond and not long to linger. And Brad, well, he was her opposite–tall, solid, a personality who considered long and hard about every decision. And then there was me, the last member of this group of three. I’m just a regular Joe–I wouldn’t stand out if you saw me on the street, and I’ve got no earth-shattering inventions or ideas to offer the world. I’m just me.

We met in college. Brenda and Brad became an instant couple, and me…well, I just sort of wandered in…an odd extra. It takes three to have a good party, so the other two kept me around. I was a ready partner to go places and see things, and I added that one extra laugh to turn a date into a party on wheels. I was surprised when they asked me to move in. I guess they just wanted to have a party 24/7. I agreed without hesitation. Perhaps I needed a family. We were family, and I was the voice of reason that settled familial disputes.

“Brad, I don’t want to go to the museum. It’s so boring! How about the Skylight Cafe.”

“What, and sit around with a bunch of airheads and get jumped up on caffeine”

“How dare you? Those people are my friends, which I’m beginning to think you are not.”

At this point, I would step in. “Hey, they’re both good ideas. Why don’t you do both, only on a timetable you each promise to obey–Say, 1 hr. for each. That way everything is equal.”

“Will you come so Brad plays by the rules?”

“Yes.” And there I’d be, off on another of their dates. A strange life, but at least the rent was cheap.

I never saw two people so infatuated with their good looks–not each others–each loved his own reflection. Brenda spent hours getting ready to go out–hair, make-up, clothes–whatever else women do. And Brad, exactly the same…well, not make-up, but everything else. Me? I can throw on a pair of pants and a shirt, flatten my hair with my fist, and I’m good to go. It’s a wonder the other two wanted to be seen with me. But I guess I served my purpose, being peacemaker and all.

One day we went for a walk on the beach. A summer day, the sun blasting in the sky produced shimmering jewels on the water while the sand glistened in unison under its glare. The waves crashed against the shore in vigorous strikes. I wished I had a surf board as my mind swirled on the waves with ideas.

Brenda went strolling like a beachcomber until suddenly she stopped, a look of tragedy plastered her face in a long smile and wide eyes. She squatted down and, I kid you not, studied her face in the water’s reflection. She turned right, left, scrunched up her nose, patted her hair, examining, examining.

Brad saw this and ran over and squatted next to her to see his own reflection. She elbowed him out of the way, and he pulled back to stand next to me, red-faced from the rebuff. It wasn’t because he was rejected by her; it was that he couldn’t get in to see the “mirror.”

I stood forever while Brenda, then Brad, had their turns at the “mirror.” While waiting, I pondered how many people in the world would do this–use the ocean for personal vanity. I thought and thought and came to only one conclusion. Only these two. That was the day I decided to leave them.

“Tommy, why are you doing this?” Brenda asked, her mouth fixed in a pout when I told them.

“It’s just time. That’s all.” As soon as I said it, I worried it wasn’t enough.

“Who will settle our disputes?” Brad demanded.

“You’ll manage.”

“And how can we have fun going out, just the two of us.”

“Other people do it all the time. It’s called giving and sharing.”

“But what will we talk about?” Brenda asked.

I studied her a moment and then gave the obvious answer. “Talk about each other.”

“You mean about clothes and hair?”

“Exactly,” I said. In the next instant, I picked up my suitcase and left. I didn’t look back, but I wonder sometimes if the face and clothes talk ever stopped once they got started.

Copyright 2006 JO Janoski

 

The Storyteller, a new chapter posted. October 28, 2006

Filed under: My Books — jojanoski @ 1:28 pm

Chapter 7 of my online novel, The Storyteller, is posted! Be sure and read this exciting ghost story and watch it develop chapter by chapter.

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ALAS, FATHER DIED October 26, 2006

Filed under: Poetry — jojanoski @ 8:58 am

Halloween is coming, and this poem is for the Halloween edition of the Ringing of the Bards.


ALAS, FATHER DIED

(A Pantoum)

Alas, Father died, his stark mansion willed to me.
Walls weeping ruby droplets, rained from Father’s breast.
Wretched house, evil ghost, swinging sabers wild and free.
Visitor beware! Do not stay, not even as wary guest.

Walls weeping ruby droplets, rained from Father’s breast.
Slithering white, shades of gray, evil one’s blazing gaze.
Visitor beware! Do not stay, not even as wary guest.
Windows afire, doors that creak, avoid this steaming maze.

Slithering white, shades of gray, evil one’s blazing gaze.
Prickly bones, no face, no skin, death in locomotion.
Windows afire, doors that creak, avoid this steaming maze.
Sanity fled on wings of fear freeing nightmare commotion.

Prickly bones, no face, no skin, death in locomotion.
Take deadly steps into Netherworld and don your zombie face.
Sanity fled on wings of fear freeing nightmare commotion.
Test-tube life, you’ll belong to him. A caged bird in this nothing place.

Take deadly steps into Netherworld and don your zombie face.
Wretched house, evil ghost, swinging sabers wild and free.
Test-tube life, you’ll belong to him. A caged bird in this nothing place.
Alas, Father died, his stark mansion willed to me.

Copyright 2006 JO Janoski

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Man Accused Of Mailing Severed Cow’s Head October 25, 2006

Filed under: In The News — jojanoski @ 3:53 pm

Say What? You can do that?

kdka.com – Man Accused Of Mailing Severed Cow’s Head

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The Rocking Chair Speaks October 24, 2006

Filed under: Poetry — jojanoski @ 9:03 am

The following is a Septet I did for a workshop, giving human quality to an inanimate object.

The Rocking Chair Speaks

I’m magic
Rocking babe to sleep
Spinning infant wonder dreams
White cloud puffs wrapped in rainbow ribbons
Rock-a-bye pink baby smile
For my sweet rhythmic
lullaby.

Copyright 2006 JO Janoski

See Writing on the Backs of Other Poets  where Billy the Blogging Poet writes his version off the back of mine. You’ll enjoy it!

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