Ethics

Who is a winner? Who breaks ethics, of course. She doesn't follow the rules. Here, grab it, take it, it is yours for taking. Victims taken by surprise quietly complain: It is not fair. How far you can hear their voices? Meek, quiet, silent voices? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 12/10/2011

Fulfilled dreams

I told you all of my stories and nothing is left. To leave? There is nowhere to go. It is quiet. The dreams are fulfilled. There are no wishes left. It is time to live and to be happy. How? Without dreams?! Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 1/27/2012

Babes

Babes on caraway seed, and I am innocent. Babes for lunch, babes are tempting little rascal. Babe on the lap, babe for a dinner. Babe is trying her little claws. Babe sinks her claws and I am one with no experience. Babe isn't looking for an infidelity. Babe is preparing her nest. Catching on fire like a bale of straw, you may have them all. Don't worry, you shall go with the babe, too. The babe defends herself: All men are free for taking. Copyright (c)Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2011.

What are you going to do?

What are you going to do? Sell the stars by bushels? Sell the river to the fish? What are going to do? Sell the monkeys to the zoo? Make the World to be a better place? Better for whom? To ease a pain? This is what you can not do. To make money, because money talk? To leave everything as is, because the things usually work out themselves? Somehow. What are you going to do? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, Summer 2011

Venison

"Hunters sharing the harvest" is written on deep frozen, ground deer meat. Thank you for sharing. I wouldn't be able to hunt down and shoot a deer. It is more like the deer would hunt me. I was defrosting venison in microwave gyro style. To shave the defrosted part and continue in the deep defrosting. Meatloaf was good. I liked it. I appreciated it. Last time we have had venison was about twenty years ago.
It was nice cool fall day and we went for a walk from Frackville to Shenandoah in Pennsylvania. Shenandoah in that time had a doughnut shop, two furniture stores, a bakery, and more attractions. On the way there a gentleman in the car stopped and gave us a ride to Shenandoah. We looked in the furniture store, had a doughnut in the doughnut shop and walked back. We met the same gentleman and he gave us the ride to Frackville again. He was on the way from his family which supplied him with venison. He didn't like the deer meet and we gladly took all packages he gave to us. Deer meet was considered a rare delicacy in our family.
We have had deer steak, sausages, hamburger meat. I even cooked a venison goulash and roasted sirloin. We feasted on the deer meat for about two weeks.
Today I finished the meatloaf. The deer meat was appreciated.

Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, September 2011

Imaginary cat

At your old age you will acquire a cat, so somebody will be waiting for you after you will return back home from work. You will feed the cat, change her litter box, brush the cat's fur and scratch her behind her ears. And it is not all about your cat. One night she will deliver her kittens at your feet in your bed and you will have to clean up after her. You'll find out a father of her three kittens is mangy, tiny and bowlegged cat across the street. The forth kitten she acquired only your cat knows where, that promiscuous animal. For next six weeks you and she will devote your time to care for the kittens. You'll find out pleading that she rather should watch Super Bowl with you is useless. Half grown kittens you will force as presents to your friends - and situation will repeat, because the kitty is sitting by the door - she wants to go out again. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Stephenville, 3/7/2005

Colors of loves

Loves come in different colors. Yellow for John. He was good looking man, always surrounded by flocks of young girls - - yellow for jealousy. Pale blue for Peter who liked to travel and was never home. Blue for arriving postcards with the pictures of blue seas. Blue for hope, blue was good for dreams. Love for Danny began like little, pink, yellow and blue flames over the building fire. The fire was growing bigger and bigger, turned red - - and then there was nothing left to feed the fire into. The furniture, the house, the trees, everything was gone. I found a jewelry box in the hot ashes and walked away with a child's hand in my hand. There is no one love for people who make many mistakes. They are more, until they learn the hard way. There is an only one love and only one man. Love - one hundred dollar bill exchanged for change falling out of the pockets, loose change in the corners of my purse, some in the valet. This is why I pick cents on the sidewalk - - it's a good exercise - and, maybe, among them will be one lucky one - - for love, luscious green, fulfilling, nourishing ... don't be a cow ... Didn't you already have enough? ... chewing Spring grass on the green pasture, filling, dreaming, eating, swallowing, regurgitating, chewing on memories ... Don't be such a cow ... Come back ... Self consuming flame of love. I am back on the pasture, eating green grass, looking with big blue eyes, thickly covered with eyelashes into high blue skies. Flick with my tail to the side of my body - - that was one busybody. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2011 Pottsville, 1/10/2012