A Rondeau is in the Making

                                             A Rondeau is in the Making

                                                         A Lyrical Poem

                           

One line at a time a rondeau is in the making, 

A vignette of mental images is fading in and out.

A synapse is sparking lyrics in the brain. 

A rondeau is in the making without a doubt.

A sonnet crosses the synapse with fourteen lines.

A villanelle is  forming words that rhyme.

A quatrain of lyrical stanzas is forming.

A rondeau is in the making, line by line.

The quatrain turns into a vignette of mental images.

A tercet of triplets will not make it to the brain.  

  

Stanza after stanza leading to completion.  

A synapse is sparking lyrics in the brain.  

                                   

In conclusion, a sonnett is forming to be read

By any willing reader be they happy or sad.

                                               

           

    

              

BURMA SHAVE

 

History of Burma Shave... 

List of all the signs go to this link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burma-Shave

     

                                    THE QUEEN

                                    OF HEARTS

                                    NOW LOVES THE KNAVE

                                    THE KING

                                    RAN OUT OF

                                    BURMA – SHAVE

                                    A NUT AT THE WHEEL

                                    A PEACH ON HIS RIGHT

                                    CURVE AHEAD

                                    SALAD TONIGHT

                                    BURMA – SHAVE

                                    IS HE LONESOME

                                    OR JUST BLIND

                                    THAT GUY WHO DRIVES

                                    SO CLOSE BEHIND?

                                    BURMA – SHAVE

                                    IF YOU DRIVE

                                    WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK

                                    CARRY A COFFIN

                                    IN YOUR TRUNK

                                    BURMA – SHAVE

                                    HER CHARIOT RACED

                                    AT EIGHTY PER

                                    THEY HAULED AWAY

                                    WHAT HAD BEN HUR   (been her)

                                    BURMA - SHAVE

                       

                                    POOR SATAN HE

                                    WAS FORCED

                                    TO DWELL

                                    IN THE ONLY PLACE WHERE

                                    THEY DON’T SELL

                                    BURMA - SHAVE       

Borrowed Time!

Remember when your grandfather used to say, "I'm living on borrowed
time?" Now that I am at the age he was when he told me this, over 70,
I know what he meant. He was born in 1880 and the life expectancy was
age 42. He lived to be 78. He considered this borrowed time. The life
expectancy of those born in 1933, my year of birth, was 59, and after age
59 are considered "borrowed time."

The Bible says that the average life expectancy of the average person is
three score and ten or 70. According to this prediction anyone living past
70 are living on borrowed time. The Lord gives us borrowed time
according to his divine purpose.

Of course there are those who die before their time, three score and ten.
Children have cancer and other dreaded diseases. Children and adults
die in accidents at any age. Death is no respecter of a person’s age.
Diseases and accidents will hit at any age young or old. Whatever the age
that death appears at the door, we recognize it as "our time to go." As long
as God gives us breath we are blessed. We know there is a purpose for
living, and God has a divine plan for our lives. Let us treasure each day as a
gift from God.

A True Story

Papa is my maternal grandfather the police officer is my father and the mother is my mother and Papa's daughter.
               
                                               Calling Car 24

 Labor unions were strong and powerful in the year of  1944; they made
    all the labor calls.
The Union of a Mattress Factory was forcing an all-out strike, but Papa stalled.

The Union persuaded the majority of the workers to go alone with the strike.
Papa was against the Union's demands and continued working through
    the night.

As he finished the night shift, and was walking down the street to catch
    a bus for home,
A car of union workers forced him into the car, they were
    drunk and stoned.

The men were in a state of delirium and they suspected Papa of being
    a mole.
My father drove MPD squad car 24, the incident happened
    in  his jurisdiction and zip code.

The dispatcher comes on the car radio, "Calling car 24", Calling car 24" 
    they said in a  rumbling roar.
He continues, "A body thrown from a car on Highway 51, Code Four."

My father had no idea it was his father-in-law that had taken the beating.
He and his partner didn't think Papa would survive the excessive bleeding.

They took him straight home and my mother doctored him and he recovered
     without a scar.
He did not press any criminal charges even though he knew everyone in the
    car.