TOPSY-TURVY

I have had an absolute pleasure writing across a rainbow of years. One must never be disouraged placing thoughts on paper as you follow the Why do you? conversation. I write to share ideas and this new collection is going to be outside the box. It will be exciting to feel and see what is yet to appear on paper. Keep in touch, Dear Reader. 

PS. My wife, Esther and I, wish to express our thanks to the staff of ABCTales.com for the opportunity of showcasing our writing without any cost to us. One day we may be blessed by some publisher who wishes to place our work in a comercial print book. In the.meantime we hope our Readers are not shy to copy for sharing with family and friends, any of our published work on this site. Please -- alway ensure our COPYYRIGHT IS INDICATED. There are so many wonderful writers with ABCTales.com and I hope you enjoy reading many of them. -RLP & EAP

 

An Old

farmhouse stands as a sentinel ghostly and alone— the wind surly with a voice of its own creaking wood dried up with rattles like bones from ancient...

Baby, Come Home

Sits on the front step watching his little ones. Debby is two and the man of the house Johnny six -- acts like ten. Not so pleasant being the dad...

Cow of the Juice

passes from child to senior-- an act of love. Once upon a moment this fine lady ably selected her own liquid gifted from a favorite Jersey cow...

Did You

hear my name today my dear as I write this note to you from the cold-cold North at Winisk – Hudson Bay? I know it is far away and night-time is a...

Give Me

a dream. Just one more like the ones I used to have-- a best friend who lived in Rouyn. Herve his name. A quiet fellow – a great pal; and my first...

Hello Childhood

and your sweet-sweet ways – when youth leaned young and innocence a mark of parent’s love. Days with mom in the kitchen learning cookie-magic and...

Hello Mornin'

so good to see you again. Eyes anxious to accept your skirt of bright apparel--clouds also enjoying the view. I am alive again. Another day to bless...

Hey Look

the boss mosquito said about two victims for the crowd of friends he hung out with. And they whistled down for a taste. This area of the park was a...

I Came To

touch the sky with crunching underfoot and grasping a scene to share within my soul an electric contact as I glow along with the sky-- and feel...

I Don't

need whiskey to get a high—a rising sun does the job. Its brilliance is a great trick by simply erupting brightly at 5:30 and showing the...

I Gave

birth to the snow that fell— like a whisper of tremors turning rare weather to sad from glad. As a wounded soul it snuck back into the spotlight...

If You

were to hold an empty glass would you consider a refill? Depends upon the nature of the far gone beverage. Might you call it a refreshment to soothe...

Little Girl

promised. I’ll clean my mess she intoned my fault I spilt my cereal. Promise. But she forgot after seeing how beautiful it was outside. She had to...

The Best

living slice of life is in the ordinary tradition: a wake-up rush is a priority to the bathroom-- dad’s working today yet last in line. Patience...
Cherry

The Ocean

is a feral roaring cascade of movement in a waterfall night foaming crests climbing higher and higher then thrusting forward in a frenzy on unclaimed...

The Rain

seeps into my skin and wets my cheeks with brackish scent-- I remain still listening to other sounds the drip-drip of another rainfall. A sleeping...

The Sun

is sly as a morning peek schemes across a sheltered peak and within the valley sunbeams embrace rivulets of fresh water. Towering pines covet the...

The Wind

is a whisper of stirring as it begins to ruffle dormant leaves now shaking with glee-- a garden of trees dissolves into new shapes creating a flush...

This Land

began as an ocean with lobsters and sand dunes-- proudly on the shore ferns grew tall. A rainbow forms half a necklace at dawn-- each end showing...

What If

stars were inanimate objects more like painted – rocks in luminous moon-white and I a shadow lurking as a tree stillness my password? Hunger is...

Go Daddy, Go

GO DADDY, GO Colin shouted “DADDY!” as his father drove slowly into their driveway. His Daddy was tired and Colin helped him up the front stairs...

Where Do Young Men Go

Where Do Young Men Go when they age older? Do they disappear from publics eye who once managed huge business affairs laid to forever rest and sadly...

This Tide of Ocean

slams forty slaps against a pebbly shore creating a whisker of fish nets sea weed and pieces of driftwood and crustaceans begin to maneuver over...

The Porch

I dwell upon its ricochets of squeaks and twists straining as I recall generations of childhood and their screaming in delight. Crawling feet growing...

Sand Dunes

outward bound on ocean’s ebb tide children playing in its sand with pails and eager cries. Youngster times chasing through the ripples of...

We Counted

(us ten year olds) railway ties with our toes no younger brothers nor sisters to listen to talk to just pals packing a lunch and walking to the end...
Cherry

A Loaf of Bread

is a simple thing to purchase at a corner store. Not so with the request mom made to her middle son who could do nothing less for mama when she held...

Tricky Wickers

May you five slap joy in wet feet and carry boots with large holes— alligator almost caught toes playing golf in Florida. No look up when flocks dash...

Memories -- 1948

So hard to believe I was only six -- on my way to Lake Osisko around the corner from our apartment. I sensed daddy following -- with fear along for...

The Politician

purrs out doublespeak the promise of a successful election spurring him along the voter trail taking wayward routes from here to handfuls of votes...

Day Done Good

“Cows are a-chewin’ llamas a-float like a banana boat across a herd of sheep cuddling cheek to cheek and munching on hay.” Morning welcomes sun...

I Sing You to Me

Today is tomorrow first a totem of serenity as twilight gleams an infinite sparkle-- layers of love iridescent and full of emotion. I fly to the sun...

Trails

Part 1 The sight of pine trees in a little town led his journey to a Community Centre worked there years and a career unfolded. Part 11 An older home...

I Can

hear the hooting of a train through my open window its sound calling to me. Not so long ago I met a man sickly – quietly praying in his seat. I had...

Abduction

Saw her in the first of light. Glint in her eye and twist of one shoulder called with a smile come on be brave--. we danced that night. And the...

Wind at My Back

The blue surrounds me white blossoms above and a nudge of breath enters the scene below my paper notes beyond my reach.

Today I Am

a disguise in principle. No longer is it satisfactory to pay taxes eat local foods and drink honeymoon wine. I must learn to accept change.

Ecstasy

The sky lures me clouds rippling and wink as I drive the asphalt houses fleeing by. Signs say 70 km the thermometer for this area -- but I need to...

Love of My Life

The colour of your words is what makes my heart leap with joy that little nudge of the tongue can cruelly lay a person low but you chose to lace my...
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Hush at Last

It takes a full moon to remove the last throbs of twilight from my eyes— a vigil full of dreams. Trees now still from their hurry with the wind. In...
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Black

is a void of nothing. It avoids creating space filled with children and noise. It is a darkness without stars nor twilight— it can humour you with a...

The Social Club

I know a fellow lives around the corner wears nice clothes neat and tall doesn’t respond much to hello / nice day. Just smiles nods and shows...

This Older Guy

A shuffle across the rug brought me to her side -- planted a kiss on her familiar lips. She’s beaten me to the couch and grabbed the spot of my...

Double Occasion

Paper-thin flakes drift along as pals with the wind and I am dressed for Winter’s occasion-- moccasins used to be my style and now I am citified...
Cherry

Anxious Moments

Peeking from a snarl of willows the stream is a gurgle of movement – barely - in this hot spell. It leans from boulder to boulder across scratchy...
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Trapped

Lobsters are salty and anxious as they scurry and claw-wrestle for a little space inside their slatted lobster pot space.

Topsy-Turvy

Wake up sleepy eye-balls blink-blink and I lurch to my feet placing them on morning’s chill hurrying along a laminated floor before new icicle toes...

The Little One

She’s third on the ladder of life made her way from the mountain couldn’t have another doctors said this one was the last- no complications brought...

I Want to Reach

up and touch the clouds to squeeze them like an exercise ball to slide down a rainbow and feel its colours touch my skin to fly through the sky...
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Pop's on a Tear Again

Gid in the house boy and leave your muddy boots on the porch mom’s not your slave you know. Now fetch me a tall glass of water get crackin’ boy '...

A Horse Races Wildly

in the Summer of another day. I place a tired foot into another crevice – my toes now secure in a glacial cliff from eons gone by on a sheer dare...

Seaside Affairs

Frightening as a death wish the sea creates an undercurrent of danger fearful for those aware of its measure- its wide promenade closely parades...

I Am Thirsty

No well to drink from- Board of Health says it’s polluted. No lake to lay by and try to lap from - dry days have taken their toll. I must scale that...

The Perfected Storm

One early perfect storm-day three friends snow windy and rain came to play & bold as a dill pickle sky cold eyes clear sight & an eagle...
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I Am Treated

to a feast of pleasure- I can hear the delicate flapping from an eagle the way a baby cries a love of life little one with wiggles and jiggles. I...
Cherry

Upheaval

Rainwater floods upon itself - far too long layered in its cocoon of space then flees from a river-bed sanctuary channel mishmash of mud and stone...
Cherry

Crack-Crack-Boom

A bull’s eye of noise creates several large flashes from its lazer-beam lightning bolt partner to a colony of them just outside of Green Bay NB wild...

When Creatures Gather

Shadows assemble like a puzzle shivering up and down as they crawl out of the dawn. These slippery shapes move slowly towards me and their granite...
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Splish-Splash

The rain continued to plunge heartily upon moisture-laden lower parts of land- only a short minute ago momma said it was going to rain and a good one...
Cherry

NFLD Tragedy (Sept 2022)

Two ladies were having a cup of tea in their home by the sea when Hurricane Fiona arrived as a storm of storms forcing the ocean to their door and...

Call Me Free

Floating in front of me was nothing to see except a wall of air that breathed back at me Suddenly appeared on the nothing screen were features of...

Good Morning c/o Hurricane Fiona

It’s quiet. 5 am. I had a good sleep for the 7 th night. Power still out in our apt. A disaster they say with thousands of trees fallen in our Town...

WhoIsIt

I am a silhouette & I can turn you into me my art is deception or even a measureable miscalculation of life. Sometimes the other side is an...

For a Friend

Can’t love him any more until the hurting’s done. Once you loved & planned for all time things to do & did- travelled in the glow of bright...

Scream

Never thought I would make it through the woods where sundown became an instant shadow. Then Things arrived hanging by feet spindle legs & white...

Something

Something is coming – under the door into my room- at first it scraped then moaned & hissed. I ran to a window but it was winter at the old shack...

I Am A Voyeur

I can be seen all about & beyond each valley to ridges undulating- Precambrian Shield to vastness of mineral & grain as earth-treasures to...

Slugger-Six

Jake is really good at playing baseball - you can’t expect to win every game said dad - ten seemed about right for Little League –his son was a stand...

Right or Wrong

The weatherman meant well using knowledge & modern calculations to be sure conditions would be right for today’s activities - so many depending...
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Scary is the Sky

A horrid mask of thunder rides in astride a pony-tail of scudding sky its haunting movements scare their way across hard-earned crops like squeezing...
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Shadows

A couple of shadows acting as live figures leaned into the evening falling beneath colours on an ending sunny day- then a slow-building shriek...
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