THE CHESHIRE CAT

 

TEA PARTY
Join my tea party.
Don’t be afraid to drink the tea.
It isn’t poisoned.
I promise.
Don’t you trust the Cheshire Cat?
I wouldn’t either.
Meow.

TOILET PAPER PANIC

As we pull out our hair,

there’s no paper to spare.

President says to stay calm

while he’s spreading his fake balm.

We shouldn’t clear the shelves

and think only of ourselves.

A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

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A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

A boring afternoon at the pet store.
    “What to do? What to do?”
    the white cat pondered to herself.
    The only movement was an annoying fly.
    It flew around the store.
    The four kittens followed the fly with their eyes.
    In fact, they couldn’t keep their eyes off it.

The fly was black and furry.
    It had unusual yellow stripes down its back.
    The smallest cat wanted it for a new baby brother.
    The Tom cat wanted to swat the thing with his tail.
    The fly finally landed.
    On the Tom cat’s nose.
    “Ouch,” Tom cat screamed out.
    “It bit me!” he said while rubbing his nose.

Fluffy, the big white cat, ran over to Tom.
    She said,”It didn’t bite you but stung you.”
    “Oh no! Oh no! What should I do?”
    Tom ran around in circles.
    The white cat moved closer to look at his nose.
    “It’s fine. If it swells, we’ll put ice on it. It looks better
    than the poor fly.”

The four cats looked down at the fly lying on the ground.
    “It gave its life so it could sting you,” Fluffy said. 
    “But why would it do that?” Tom looked confused.
     “It’s the way of life,” Fluffy said in a sad voice.
     “I know! We should bury it with a service and all.”
     The little voice came from the youngest kitten.
     They all agreed with him.

Not having a yard for a burial, they wrapped the fly
     in a tissue and were going to flush it down the toilet.
     But first, the youngest, Squeaky, said a few words.
     Squeaky was sad that the fly didn’t even have a name.
     “Let’s call her Miss Bee,” Fluffy suggested to the group.
     “Why? It was a fly.” Squeaky was upset.
     “No, my dear, she was a bee. And that is why she stung Tom.”
     Squeaky began to cry. 

After wiping his nose and eyes, Squeaky agreed to call
     her Miss Bee.
     “Goodbye, Miss Bee. We’re sorry we didn’t get to know you
     better. I hope you make friends in your new life.”
     With that said, Squeaky flushed the toilet and watched
     Miss Bee float away to her new life.
     “Goodbye Miss Bee,” Squeaky said. “We’ll miss you.”

A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

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    A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

A boring afternoon at the pet store.
    “What to do? What to do?”
    the white cat pondered to herself.
    The only movement was an annoying fly.
    It flew around the store.
    The four kittens followed the fly with their eyes.
    In fact, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of him.

The fly was black and furry.
    He also had some unusual yellow stripes down his back.
    The smallest cat wanted him for a new baby brother.
    The Tom cat wanted to swat the thing with his tail.
    The fly finally landed.
    On the Tom cat’s nose.
    “Ouch,” Tom cat screamed out.
    “He bit me!” he said while rubbing his nose.

Fluffy, the big white cat, ran over to Tom.
    She said,”He didn’t bite you but stung you.”
    “Oh no! Oh no! What should I do?”
    Tom ran around in circles.
    The white cat moved closer to look at his nose.
    “It’s fine. If it swells, we’ll put ice on it. It looks better
    than the poor fly.”

The four cats looked down at the fly lying on the ground.
    “He gave his life so he could sting you,” Fluffy said. 
    “But why would he do that?” Tom looked confused.
     “It’s the way of life,” Fluffy said in a sad voice.
     “I know! We should bury him with a service and all.”
     The little voice came from the youngest kitten.
     They all agreed with him.

Not having a yard for a burial, they wrapped the fly
     in a tissue and were going to flush him down the toilet.
     But first, the youngest, Squeaky, said a few words.
     Squeaky was sad that the fly didn’t even have a name.
     “Let’s call him Mr. Bee,” Fluffy suggested to the group.
     “Why? He was a fly.” Squeaky was upset.
     “No, my dear, he was a bee. And that is why he stung Tom.”
     Squeaky began to cry. 

After wiping his nose and eyes, Squeaky agreed to call
     him Mr. Bee.
     “Goodbye, Mr. Bee. We’re sorry we didn’t get to know you
     better. I hope you make friends in your new life.”
     With that said, Squeaky flushed the toilet and watched
     Mr. Bee float away to his new life.
     “Goodbye Mr. Bee,” Squeaky said. “We’ll miss you.”

THE MAN IN THE MOON

 

Is there someone looking down
upon us from the stars above?

"Here's looking at you," the moon says.
"I just wanted a closer look."

 

 


This is how my nightmares
usually begin...

AND THIS IS HOW MY NIGHTMARES END.

"I'm here," the moon grins.
"The fun is over."

 

 

A FACE

A nose.
A mouth.
Two eyes.
A face.
What does it add up to?
Does it reveal the person inside?
Can you feel his heart?
Enjoy his humor?
Feel his pain?
See the world
through his eyes?
A person is not
the sum of his parts.
His parts add up to
much, much more.

WANT TO PARTY WITH THE DEAD?

THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY.
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TIME FOR HUMOR

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Surface Tension

Time to laugh.
Time to see the humor in life.
A good time for all.

MY INTERVIEW WITH JOHN REINHARD DIZON

I am proud to be interviewing John Reinhard Dizon, a friend and fellow author, who is always ready to have fun and joke around.

John Reinhard Dizon

1.   Tell me a little about yourself.

John Reinhard Dizon was born and raised in the Cobble Hill section of Brooklyn, NY. He participated in local and high school sports at Bishop Loughlin MHS, excelling in wrestling, hockey and football. The lead vocalist of the Spoiler and the Ducky Boys, he was a key figure on the Brooklyn rock scene during the Punk Revolution of the 70's. Relocating to San Antonio TX in the 80's, he moonlighted as a pro wrestler while working as a legal assistant. He successfully pursued a BA at UTSA and degrees in Korean martial arts during the 90's. He currently lives in KC MO where he is studying for his MA in English at UMKC. Mr. Dizon has been writing suspense and thriller works for over twenty-five years.

2.    What books have you written? What genre are they in?

I’ve got over twenty novels out right now. I specialize in historical fiction, suspense/thrillers and women’s fiction. My most noteworthy are Tiara and Nightcrawler. My newest one is Standard II – The Citadel  , and soon to be released is Nightcrawler II – Tryzub .

3.    Why did you become an author? What led you down this career path?

I was writing dialogue for my stick-figure cartoons when I first got out of diapers. I got serious after high school but that was before the Internet, so there was no real way to market my work. After living my dreams as an underground rock star, a pro wrestler, a mixed martial artist and a hockey goon, this looks like Turk’s Last Stand.

4.    Was it difficult to write your first book? Or did it come naturally to you?

I wrote my first novella, a train wreck called Enemy Ace, in sixth grade. It was a James Bond knockoff but the major protagonist, Fritz Hammer, appears in a couple of my MI6 novels. Who’d have thought?

5.    What are some of your dreams and goals?

At this age? I’d love to get into one more sizzling romance, make that long-awaited album, and have one last wrestling match. Getting a contract with a major publisher wouldn’t break my heart either.

6.    What do you enjoy to do in your free time?

Get drunk. Sometimes I’ll go carousing with my keyboard player. The rest of the time I’m writing highly controversial manuscripts.

7.   Who inspired you to become a writer?

I had the entire Ian Fleming collection in grade school. I collected Robert E. Howard’s Conan the Barbarian series in my twenties. They had the most profound influence on my early years.

8.   Who are some of your favorite authors?

Right now, as a postmodernist writer, it’s Franz Kafka. I spend most of my time reviewing indie novels these days. The lovely Susanne Leist is one of my faves, along with Elle Klass, John Tucker and a few others. I’m hoping an Indie Revolution is going to revitalize the stagnant literary industry worldwide.

9.    What is store for your readers next?

Well, if I’m still above ground next year, I’m thinking of doing sequels to all the novels I’ve got out there. That is going to keep me pretty busy.

5 STAR REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME

5.0 out of 5 stars Not usually my kind of book....but, my wife was right...again. September 19, 2013

By Morley Dotes TOP 1000 REVIEWER

Format:Paperback

I'm not usually a mystery lover. I have a very select group of authors that I enjoy and I eagerly await their next publication. I am also not looking for a new genre/author. With that said, I am glad to finally add another author to my "watch list." My wife was reading this book and just couldn't put it down. She said, "You should read this, I think you will love it." I have learned that she is usually right, and she knows my tastes very well....so....I started reading. I quickly fell into the book. The descriptions where great and really put me into the book. The Dead Game is also very suspenseful. There are so many twists, that you will certainly stay on your toes. I especially loved Mike's sarcasm, being a New Yorker, we live in sarcasm, so I really enjoyed it. If you are looking for a great supernatural thriller, that offers some humor, sarcasm and even some romance, this is the book for you!

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THE CAT

We all have opinions.

THE DEPTHS OF OUR IMAGINATIONS

IF WE JUST USE OUR IMAGINATIONS,
ANYTHING COULD BE POSSIBLE.
FLYING HORSES AND DOGS, MAYBE A FEW
DRESSED UP BIRDS.
WHATEVER YOU MIGHT IMAGINE COULD
COME TRUE TO YOU--IN YOUR MIND.
ENJOY!

NATURE OFFERS BEAUTY AND HUMOR

LIFE HAS BEAUTY AND HUMOR

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Hanging Out for Love by Brad Douglas

EVEN NATURE HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR.
TO CREATE SUCH AN ADORABLE CREATURE,
REVEALS ITS LOVE OF LIFE AND HUMOR.

• 

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THE OCEAN IS BEAUTIFUL,
WHETHER THE SUNS SHINES ON IT
OR WHETHER THE WEATHER IS DARK AND STORMY.
IT REFLECTS THE COLORS OF THE SKY.
ONE DAY IT COULD LOOK DARK AND GREY
AND THE NEXT DAY IT COULD BE A MIX OF GREENS AND BLUES.
BUT WHATEVER ITS MOOD, IT IS PERFECT.

• 

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
EVEN THE DUST SWIRLING IN THE AIR
AROUND US HAS BEAUTY IN ITS
MYRIAD OF DETAILS.
LIFE IS COMPLICATED.
LIFE IS GOOD.
BE HAPPY.

• 

STAND STRONG
LIKE THE LONE STICK IN THE STREAM.
THE CURRENTS TRY TO WEAR YOU DOWN
BUT STAY STRONG.
IT WILL BE ALL WORTH IT IN THE END.