My bag

Dogs and cats dragged my bag on the street to the field, from the field through the puddle and the dirty road. Hey, dogs and cats bring me my bag back. Be in a hurry! I have a bus ticket there and the bus is leaving. The dogs and cats it is not fair it is my bag and not your toy. The dogs and cats had so much fun. They brought me their toy in tatters shredded into pieces and the bus ticket is missing. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/20/2010

Parking lot

There is a parking lot for eight cars now, where used to be a house. I am walking over asphalt interrupted by white lines. Am I stepping on the memories of an erased house, or are they forever gone? Parking lots - toothless gums after broken teeth were pulled out off the street. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/19/2010

Networks

"I have a thousand friends on the Facebook." "I am on My Space every day." "Are they imaginary friends?" "I do not understand." "Are you going visit them?" You know what is going on and I don't. Maybe I don't want to know. "It is my Birthday today and I shall not sleep if nobody will wish me well." My imaginary friends I never met. You can handle only as many friends. When you have to many where you will find time for yourself and your family? Are your children on your Facebook telling you how was their day? I am on computer. Don't you see? I do not understand, or is it just another game I didn't learn, how to play? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/14/2010

Water and fire

Water trickles drop by drop then turns into long mane of water queen. "I like your hair water," says fire. Stay away from me, fire. I shall douse you. So fire jumps around the river afraid to come closer because water is right. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/11/2010

Nancy Drew's mysteries

Checking them out by half a dozen bringing them back one by one. Summer is changing into fall season. Days are cool and crisp I am walking to the library checking out the books ... bringing them back ... Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, Fall 2008

My brother's third tall tale

My brother went to big city to school to learn how to drive a steam locomotive. One time he came home for a weekend. He gave me a friendly slap and said he drove an old locomotive and it's parking now at the terminal on the twelve track. If we would like to come and see it. We didn't. How will you get back? I have to drive first to Cheb, it is a big terminal, where I can turn around and go back.
Then he gave me another slap for meddling into something what wasn't my business. "You said to Tina I have a girl friend." "I didn't talk to Tina and you always have a girl friend, one or two." "How did she find out?" "I go to same class with Hanka from Tina's village. She asked."
Brother began to talk about happenings in the big city. "There was a big accident. The elevator's cables broke and the elevator fell down from the fifteenth floor. "Was somebody in it?" He paused for a while. "Do you remember my friend Toni?" "Is it the same one you won a bet for eating a worm?? "Yes. He came to the building just in time of crush. He went to take a closer look. There was a broken elevator and nobody around, so he crawled inside of the rubble. They found him there lying unconscious. They took him to the hospital for x-rays. He didn't have a single bone broken. Not even a scratch. He complains about headaches, dizzy spells and blurred vision. He can not work anymore, so he will be getting disability pension. His lawyer is suing an elevator company. He might get a nice package. You do not tell this to anybody, do you hear? Or I shall tear your years off!"
There was no waiting locomotive in the depot, I met Toni on the town square two weeks later. Tina was still disappointed and I tried to avoid my classmate from her village, because I didn't want to carry any more messages.
My brother and I can not keep our mouths shut and we share the same vivid imagination.

Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, January 2011