Storytime...

Hello!!! For a change of pace I thought I'd try a story of a visual rhyming nature.. I hope its entertaining and special thanks to all my friends who helped me make these wonderful memories! Thanks for reading ~ Rosa ~



Once upon a time.. in the land of rhyme.. there sat a creepy place ..

rumored to have the strangest crimes

some really bizarre case....

one such case I'll share with thee

the unsolved dead dustbunnie mystery

A bullet through is fluffy skull

while he listened to Patrick play Jethro tull

the usual suspects were rounded together

and interogated swiftly for good measure

rosa scoured all the land..looking for the culprit.. be it a woman or a man ..

She found some footprints leading from the scene ..

but it turned out to be a kitty and hes not at all mean.

She interviewed some models.. in the middle of a show...

but they couldn't help her.. they really didnt know ..

she interviewed a Coyote... hes wise beyond his days ..

he said check out the racetrack and the concert by the bay ..

the crowd was really moving .. jamming to the groove

the whole place was jumping it was a dead lively mood

she was going to interview . the green cyclops lad..

when she learned ..of another crime that had been had ..

the same little pawprints were found close by

made she thought quite recently.. by quite a little guy ..

the crime scene it was gruesome.. blood was everywhere

it even brought a dragon.. who tried to pretend he wasnt there ...

She asked a purple princess for her purpley advice ...

who pointed to the headless horseman and said ask him.. hes nice ..

she interviewed the robot.. whos head was very round..but he just couldnt help her .. no evidence was found...

then one day a goth man she'd never ever seen,
approached her and said Ive got info on bunny crime scene..

It wasnt the handsome one .. who rides just like the wind..

It wasnt the beauty who's also pretty deep within..

It wasnt the lucky guy who danced with two babes..

it wasnt the squid with cougar singers played..

it wasnt the wise ferret.. or his pretty friend by his side ..

it wasnt the new human around.. for hes a very special guy

he told her tales of horribe things.. done deep underground

where unspeakable acts were performed

and screams they had no sound

he told about a wizard.. who worked his magic spells..

he was mostly harmless and called himself MIDEL

he transformed into beings.. that truly make you whince

and that he's mostly harmless of noone could convince.
but then she met DUKEMAN .. a superhero guy

who had mad Bball skillz but really couldnt fly ..

he told her of ol bonechill.. a long forgotten soul

who danced all day without his skin at the shelter I am told

she started to piece together ..the dastardly feat..

and how his evil plans were just about complete.. but he didnt bank on Moral Dilema..

their awful rawkin sound

(que Velveeta singing her solo here )

or on all the others.. who live around this town

so he was arrested by sheriff Alan Hearn

and sent to Linden jail , where his lesson he will learn!

But with all you've read and seen ... all of it I'm afraid........

................................ all 'twas just a dream .........

THE END

Playful Poet

Here is the "main kick" I built upon my land, a simple place with style , for my avatar to stand... I'd had this little notion, a idea on which to think.. would it be fun to try .. or maybe it'd just stink..I opted to share the plan with my dear sweet buds, who hastily assured me , my idea wasnt a dud. I am a simple poet, in my heart of hearts, and with one supported notion, the poet house.. we'd start . I created the rough draft, which was very misaligned.. Jay came in and fixed it all, in precious little time... I applied the textures.. ..badly off centered.. Patrick came in and fixed them all .. I swear he is my mentor . I colored the floors and stage .. it didnt look so great.. Patrick came in and suggested a change I agreed.. with. "little" debate :)) So we sent out invites and listed in events.. the night arrived quite quickly.. my poems to now present .....

This is Patrick LaSalle, bassist oh so fine.. layed down a groovy backbeat to my poetic lines.. He MC'd the evening with style unsurpassed.. kept us all a smilin from the first moment to the last ..

This is Jaycatt Nico... the coolest cat around .. when he sits at the keys.. you know your rhythm bound! He played a swinging melody to accentuate the rhyme.. and helped to bring us all a thriller diller time !!

the poet night would have been a bomb, without them both there .. I was thrilled for their help and in the evenings fun to share ..

Thanks again to all of you who graced the beatnik scene.. your presence and your clapping... made me feel a Queen! :)

Now if you look back carefully, I havent forgot to share,

a poem of a post with you.. for look again its there..

in this special entry. youll note that every line..

makes the whole page my poem for the clever way it rhymes :D

Thank you for reading

Respectful Ramble

Hello Ramble Readers! Thank you for coming back to see whats on my rambling mind :)

Earlier this week, while sitting at my desk I was happy! A live music show played in my ears.. my avatar danced... instant message conversations displayed.. all programs were functioning within normal paramiters.. I was "connected"! When suddenly.. the monitor goes dark, and eventually the tower shuts off .. upon restarting im told I had a driver error in my graphics card.

which made me ponder.. how much of what we use/do in life..we take for granted..
that tiny little driver.. locked deep away in my pc tower .. quietly toiling away so that I may click buttons and see all the viid colors and textures in whatever preferred enviroment Ive qued up on my screen. how much respect do I pass to this miraculous tasks being done. We start our day with automatic this and remote control that, and think its all basic needs, but where would we be without all the little things functioning to enable us our luxuries of modern convience. How many other things in our day to day life do we enjoy without so much as a pause of appreciation of all the little things that have to work in order for us to enjoy them.

Here's hoping we all take a moment now and again .. to rememebr where we've been.. to really appreciate where we are now :)

Thank you for reading

Todays Poem:

Little gremlins in machines
stop them running smooth and clean
all those little pieces parts
working together to let us start

take a moment, give a pause
for all the little jobs of awe
life is good, we have it made
just give credit where dues needs paid

lots of people do their share
for better world in which to care
some are famous, some unknown
without us all no progress shown

do our best each day we live
but not forget all others who give
as a world would we surely fall ,
without each of us giving our all

Positives at the Perfect Time

Hey there to all of you, and thank you once again for returning to read my rambles.

For my last post being about the power of words, I seem to have suffered a weakness in that its been a while since Ive felt words powerful enough to share on a post again. Not that this post will be dramatic in any shocking manner but just that I have a ramble in my mind and felt it worth sharing.

The other day I was out job hunting, having been a stay at home mom for quite some years Ive found I'm not as qualified to do most of the jobs being offered, to go from being the cook, maid, chauffer, nurse, psychologist, babysitter, etc. to a underqualified applicant its not hard to see where that could discourage ones positive spirit. So I was out applying at places when one employee application required me to take a pre-assesment employee test. This was approx. 70 questions to judge what I would do in certian simulated circumstance situations. Sadly, I chose to reply my answers according to my personal morals, not company morals. * and isnt that sad in and of itself they are two different things * ... and after a hours worth of my time to answer these questions I was told I failed to pass the pre assesment test.and my application wouldnt even be looked at now. I found it frustrating, and tried to console my bruised pride by a bristly.. well I wouldnt want to work for a place like that anyway... but always one to try and perk up a low point I opted to treat myself to a personal luxury... a Latte!! Mmmmm! latte!

I ordered, and paid and set the cup in the cup holder of my car.. started on my trek home.. upon the first turn my lid slides off the cup tips and latte is now the new fashion statement on my dress.... moments like this.. can really ruin a day.. but on this day I found something pretty cool ... as I pulled over to sop up the mess, I picked up the cup lying by my feet.. notice theres still some coffee in it and immediately think .. ha ha , its still half full. It was in that moment that I realized.. no matter how bad my day was .... I still was going to be okay because.. I saw the cup " half full" not half empty. Did it change the fact I had a horrible day.. nah. But it did become a positive at the perfect time and that helped me to survive :)

Now dont get me wrong , Im far from 24/7 , Polly Positive... I have my negative nelly moments a lot too, but I do believe if you try .. to look at things positively or see a brightside.. it makes the hard times.. a little easier to cope.
What do you think? Is your cup half full or half empty ?


Todays Poem:

Life it comes in highs and lows
we never know just where it goes
one day up so pedastal high
next day down so low you'd cry

Positive thoughts powerful notion
help to battle negative emotion
when the day seems to downward pull
imagine your cup is still half full

not always easy to view it so bright
when lifes hardship attack with such bite
but hang in there!!, is great advice
stay strong till life's again nice

Smile and greet strangers and friends
get up the next day and do it again
so everyday friends I hope you will find
life gives you Positives at the perfect time.

October 2007- Rosa Gardner