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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Super Man


If I could travel very fast,
I'd quickly finish all my chores.
Then help my friends, or those who've asked.
And still have time to spend outdoors.

If I were blessed and very strong.
In addition to my speed.
I'd help, I'm sure, if things were wrong.
For whoever had the need.

And when I wanted to relax,
I'd take to flight into the sky.
Just my tights, I'd drop my slacks.
Though many people wonder why.

* * * * *

Every citizen, every crook,
glancing upward, take a look!

Oh my word!
Is it a bird?!!

Let me explain,
It's a Plane!!

Not so Stan,
It's Superman!

Let's watch him smash right through the door.
What were those first two excited for?

J.A.Scott

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Psychrolutes Marcidus


My favourite fish looks like a blob.
Perfect mascot for a human slob.
He asked a girl out on a date,
she replied, 'You're over-weight.
And then she added, very cruel,
'You're an ugly, stupid, silly fool'.
'Loving you would be so funny,'
'Unless, of course, you've lots of money'.
She swam into the murky dark,
when suddenly appeared an evil shark.
Despite the hurtful taunts she gave,
he went to help 'cause he was brave.
The shark put up a terrible fight,
but in the end succumbed to fright.
The girl, I'm sure, was most confused,
our hero pummelled, badly bruised.
He asked again, though on the mend.
She laughed harder still.
The End.

J.A.Scott

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

National Poetry Month


It comes along just once a year,
so rhyme your words and give us cheer.
Tell about your lovely frog,
and a city choked in traffic smog.
The calming tide of the Atlantic Ocean,
of how it plays with your emotion.
You may simply write about a tree,
or a trip you took to Tennessee.
Use your poem to make us wonder,
why we love the rain and thunder.
Yes, poetry month is under way,
write something wonderful every day.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Aechmea Fasciata


I'd like a garden, very grand,
with many different types of bloom.
Guests would flock from every land,
never leave in saddened gloom.

My centre piece would make you think,
Bromeliad, wondrous, in beauty arrayed.
Gorgeous, lovely shades of pink,
No finer flower e'er displayed.

J.A.Scott

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Showing Appreciation

R.a.n.t. of week 04/20/14
Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you reading my articles? Or when you leave a comment, or give it a 'thumbs up' or share? If not, let me take the time to do that now.

Thank you so much for reading my articles. Thanks for every time you leave a comment, give it a thumbs up or share it. You have no idea how much that means to me. I truly appreciate it.

Now that that's out of the way, what about showing appreciation to others for all they do for you or those you love? Unfortunately, we live in a society where thanks is not given freely. Granted, something small may not even require much thanks, if at all:
Person One: That'll be $3.55.
Person Two: Here's $5.00
Person One: Here's your change, $1.45.
Person Two: Thanks.

Did the person really need to say thanks? Something small and expected was done, so no. But it was still nice to hear, wasn't it? Let's take it a step up. What do you think of the following exchange?

Person One: Excuse me sir. When you paid the cashier, you dropped $5.00 on the ground. Here it is.
Person Two: THANKS!

One of those random acts of kindness we can still see today. Certainly, the appreciation was more intensified. It goes without saying, the more money dropped, the bigger the thanks.

A return of money, is hardly the only thing we can thank another person for.

Mother: You just coloured on the wall! Go stand in the corner till I figure out what to do with you!
Child: Okay, thanks mom.

Wait, no. That probably wouldn't happen. In fact, sometimes thanks may not even be given. A child is hardly going to thank their parent for correcting their wrong behaviour, at least not right away. But years down the road, the child may begin to realize what the punishments were all about. The parent loved the child so much, they wanted them to grow up and be a respectable adult. That's not something that comes easy when a child is never punished for wrongdoing. So that kind of appreciation may take years to be returned, if at all. Sometimes we appreciate a parent only years later and only in a passing reference:

Person One: Wow, look at that child. He is out of control.
Person Two: I know, the parent is just sitting there calmly eating fries as the child screams and runs into the other customers.
Person One: I'm glad my parents never let me get away with that when I was a child, how disrespectful.
Person Two: You should tell your mother that.
Person One: Nah, she knows.

Then there are the times a simple 'Thank You' is NOT appropriate. What are your thoughts on the following situation?

Customer: The food was great, our server was fantastic!
Server: Glad you appreciated the meal. Your bill comes to $19.00.
Custer: Here's twenty dollars. I should get a dollar change. Thanks for the service. Bye.

Did you spot what was wrong? If not, then you have probably never worked in the food industry.

To make a long r.a.n.t. short, there are so many things we can show appreciation for, but do we? Sometimes we don't even realize how much a kind word would be to hear for hard work someone has put into something they've done. Can you try using at least one of the following sentences this week to someone who you feel deserves it?

Thanks for being such a good friend/mother/father/son/daughter.
Thank you for listening to my problems.
Thanks for listening to all my problems and not dismissing me as a friend.
I love the (writing, photography, drawing, painting, projects, etc.etc) you spend so much time on. They brighten my day.
Thanks for making my breakfast/lunch/dinner. It was wonderful.
Thank you for saving the last piece of pizza for me.
Thanks for putting me in the corner when I drew on the walls when I was a child.
Thank you for letting me merge (you can show this with a nod, thumbs up or wave).
Thank you for putting up with all my crazy ideas that never seem to work.
Thank you for all those crazy ideas you do that never work, they make me laugh.
Thanks for trying to cheer me up with your jokes.
Thanks for being a positive person and not being a Debbie Downer.
Thanks for not being a Debbie Drop-In and calling before you come for a visit.
Thanks for checking up on me, even though you dropped in out of the blue, Debbie.
Thanks for keeping my life interesting.
Thanks for your helping me learn a new language.
Thank you for always being there for me.
Thank you for being a positive influence in my life.
Thanks for inviting me over to your humble abode. I had a wonderful time.
Thanks for helping me around the house, you've been a big help.
Thank you for writing this article, I think more people need to read this.
(Okay, you don't have to use that last one. Just seeing if you are paying attention).

Anyway, you'd be amazed how well these thoughts of appreciation will be received.
What have I missed? How many more ways can YOU think to show appreciation to someone?

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Saturday Guest Poem

One of my favourite Simpson's episodes was about the monorail.
A transient flim-flam man comes to town and sells them on a worthless monorail.
The show (at least the initial part) was spoofing the Music Man.
Following was the catchy (and poetic) tune.


There's nothing on earth
Like a genuine,
Bona fide,
Electrified,
Six-car
Monorail!
What'd I say?
Monorail!

What's it called?
 Monorail!

That's right! Monorail!

Monorail

Monorail

Monorail

I hear those things are awfully loud.
It glides as softly as a cloud.

Is there a chance the track could bend?
Not on your life, my Hindu friend.

What about us brain-dead slobs?
You'll be given cushy jobs.

Were you sent here by the devil?
No, good sir, I'm on the level.

The ring came off my pudding can.
Take my pen knife, my good man.

I swear it's Springfield's only choice.
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!

Monorail!

What's it called?
Monorail!

Once again.
Monorail!

But Main Street's still all cracked and broken.
Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!

Monorail!

Monorail!!

MONORAIL!

Mono... D'oh!

-The Simpsons

Friday, April 18, 2014

The Beach

The shoreline arched into a curve.
It stretched forever, this favoured beach.
A periodic fishing pier.

Blissful swimmers, the jet-ski's swerve.
Just several inches out of reach.
Irritating every Peer.

An eight year child will volunteer.
Her brothers help she will beseech.
Sand castles her career.

A bully kicks some sand, what nerve!
The scrawny nerd starts to screech.
Girlfriend tries to disappear.

J.A.Scott