Big Sky Buckeye

A writer's journey continues

Morning Blues

Posted on August 6, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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My alarm clock thunders awake

How rude! No peace you make

Monday arrives in its callous way

Why can’t the weekend just stay?

The snooze button enjoys a workout

Will be late for work, never any doubt

Stirring now, just barely able to see

The week ahead, won’t find me free

Turning on the shower with haste

Cold water freezes a tender face

Monday morning honestly, is no pleasure

Definitely feeling humble, without treasure

Tying my shoes causes scant joy

Breaking a shoelace now, oh boy!

No time for coffee or anything to eat

Planning a Starbucks stop for a treat

Starting the car and seeing a worry

Low fuel gauge adds to heated fury

Stopping quick-like for fuel on the run

This Monday doesn’t look like any fun

Driving like a crazy man on the road

Pulling into an empty lot, no one told

This Monday is a holiday, no work today

Why didn’t anyone remind me and say?

Could have slept in, you mindless fool

Being forgetful, honestly ain’t too cool

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Normally, I am an early riser in the morning. So this poem doesn’t apply to me very often. When I was teaching in a small Montana town years ago, we had a day off on the school calendar. I happened to be going into my building in the morning to catch up on some work. What should drive up? You would never guess. A school bus! Earl had dutifully driven his morning bus route, and the bus was, of course, empty. I still laugh about this.

Purty

Posted on July 24, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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“Purty” is a regional variation of the word “pretty.” It sounds a bit more folksy, and it works well with this short, funny poem.

On a purty summer day

Driving a purty sports car

Down a purty wide avenue

Listening to purty radio tunes

Hey, it’s a purty life

This purty flashy, speedy car

With its purty big engine

How does purty fast feel?

Yes, cruisin’ purty fast now

With purty bright lights flashing

Seeing a purty police car

Hmm, this speeding ticket ain’t purty

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Can a Typewriter Fly?

Posted on July 6, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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A trio of boys is always up to mischief at school.

Mrs. Hall is the very strict, no nonsense, typing teacher up on the second floor. She runs her classroom like a well-run military operation. She adores reading about General George S. Patton.

The typing classroom consists of the latest manual typewriter models. (Sorry lad, no electric ones yet.)

The delinquent boys intend to surprise and shock Mrs. Hall this morning. After all, there is nothing wrong with conducting a small science experiment from her classroom.

Have you ever seen a typewriter fly?

The boys sneak an old typewriter into Mrs. Hall’s classroom before the school day begins.

With a lookout posted near the classroom door, the other two boys open a window and place the typewriter on the ledge.

Just as Mrs. Hall walks into the room, her ever-alert eyes see the boys at the open window with the typewriter.

“Hey Mrs. Hall! Have you ever seen a typewriter fly?”

The typewriter is launched from the window ledge, precisely on schedule.

Thinking the boys are dropping one of her prized Olivetti typewriters from the window, brings a shocking look of surprise to Mrs. Hall’s face . . . Priceless!

Vacation Paradise

Posted on June 27, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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Pete has been planning a well-deserved, solitary fishing trip for months. His actual plans have remained a secret—especially from his nauseating cousin, Wilbur.

Wilbur always meddles in Pete’s affairs. So much so, he even frightened away the love of Pete’s life.

Pete is ready to make his “secret” trip for some rest and relaxation. He anticipates fantastic weather, superb fishing, and time all to himself. Paradise awaits!

As Pete enters the lobby of the sleepy, little motel in a tiny, isolated town, he agonizingly hears, “Good Buddy! How ya doin’ cousin Pete?”

Vacation paradise . . . Never!

Mom’s Summer Woes

Posted on June 11, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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Summer finally arrives

Breaking from school routines

Children eager, excited, hyper-filled, energized

When does Mom ever get to take a break?

Chauffeuring children everywhere

Swimming lessons, sports camps

Gas tank never seems full

When does Mom get to run to a special place?

Thunderstorms pop up

Bringing their usual culprits

Rain, wind, hail, lightning, thunder

How did Mom’s new umbrella end up in the yard?

Enjoyable family gatherings

Long picnics, games aplenty

Lots of tasty food prepared

But Mom—why are we picking up a bucket at KFC?

Travel plans made

Laundry, packing, laundry, repacking

Mom still must be “Mom”

When does Mom get to enjoy “her” vacation?

School arrives again

Summer finally over—finally!

Bus leaves with the kiddos

Why does Mom hit the snooze again?

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Dang Jack Rabbit

Posted on June 9, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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Bill runs into his neighbor Fred at the local feed store. In conversation, Bill tells Fred, “I noticed that there back tire on yer truck is a mite bit low on tread.”

Fred replies back, “Ah, dat there tire has quite a few miles left da go.”

The men depart and finish up their business in town before heading back home. As Bill drives down the road, he comes upon Fred’s truck, rolled over on its side, off of the road.

Bills stops and surveys the situation. Fred appears okay, much of his cattle feed is scattered on the ground, and the suspected tire has blown nearly clean off of the rim.

Bill calmly asks Fred what has happened. With eyes growing bigger by the second, Fred excitedly tells him, “A vig jack rabbit nearly ran me self off this here road. Look vat he did to ma perfectly good tire.”

I appreciate you stopping to read another of these very short stories. If you missed my previous micro short stories, you can find them from the links below. Enjoy!

Community of Ville’s

Posted on May 28, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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The French language uses the suffix of “ville”

Five unique letters deliver geography a thrill

Several notable references survive in films and more

Amityville brings horror, Pleasantville’s drama scores

Other Ville’s convey fascination, charm, and renown

Writer Dr. Suess creates Whoville as a fictional town

Across America, adding “ville” to a settlement’s name

In the Appalachians, this suffix spawns greater fame

Singer and actor Dean Martin calls Steubenville home

The Ohio River flows next door, free to sing and roam

The unique Y-Bridge spans the confluence of two rivers

Zaneville’s rich history fascinates with much to deliver

Television land creates Hooterville as a fictitious place

Now, all aboard the speedy Cannonball train with haste

Yesteryear’s canals transport goods to Ohio towns

Lockville preserves canal locks, easy to be found

Once known as the “Dry Capital of the World” to all

Westerville forbids alcohol sales with a resolute call

The Great Depression brings suffering on a great scale

Shanty towns called Hooverville’s offer no hope and fail

Its largest pumpkin ever, amazingly weighs nearly a ton

Circleville’s Pumpkin Show offers annual food and fun

Denison University stands proud and resides in Granville

Legendary Woody Hayes begins a career filled with thrills

Many other communities use “ville” at the end of their names

Do the readers have more to add so we can play a quiz game?

Especially in the United States, there are many communities with names that end with “ville”. Do you know of one to add to Big Sky Buckeye’s list? You are invited to write a comment. In closing, I should remember and thank Mrs. Will, my 7th grade geography teacher, for a job well done!

Final Shot

Posted on May 25, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

I have been enjoying some fun with writing micro short stories. Here is my second attempt with 99 words. Enjoy the suspenseful surprise at the end!

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The gymnasium thunders with cheers as the Bears steal a pass and score to lead by a single point.

The game clock counts down the final seconds. Whistle blows!

One of the Bears’ starters falls with injury. A little-used sub enters the contest, appearing anxious to enter the big game.

To seal victory, the Bears only need to pass the ball inbounds. Beneath the opponent’s basket, stands a wide-open player—the sub!

He cleaning catches the pass, faces the basket, and shoots.

Score!

Oh my!

Game over!

The eager sub just scored the winning basket for the other team.

If you enjoyed this small taste of my short story writing, perhaps you are ready for one of my previously published short stories. While these are longer in length, they have proven to be quite entertaining.

Another Cup Please

Posted on May 13, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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My morning coffee may appear mundane

My tastes never vary and remain the same

Black with a bit of Stevia fills my cup, absolutely fine

Others whisper, “He drinks boring black every time”

A dozen years ago, coffee seldom came my way

But, my better half changed my tastes one day

Now, one cup will never satisfy this urge

My caffeine addiction, never to be purged

Even though humdrum, black coffee tastes great

I can appreciate preferences many others taste

My father turns his coffee into a tasty milkshake

Adding flavored creamer and sugar, no mistake

Others search for sweet, unique flavors to add

A shot of this or that makes them awfully glad

Excuse me for a quick moment please

This poet needs a refill, so don’t tease

Never heard of a Barista until a few days ago

Their creative coffee requires much to know

Many coffee lovers appreciate special brews

Espresso, Cappuccino, Mocha to name a few

My eyes view endless coffee menus and ask

Americano, Café Latte seem like such a task

Visiting certain cafés to satisfy my caffeine fix

But always, black with sweetener does the trick

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Looking for a Tim Hortons or a Starbucks

Serving simple, black coffee brings me luck

In traveling to places farther down the coffee road

Das KaffeeHaus and City Brew create it very bold

Hopefully, all of you appreciate coffee each day

Perhaps there is a favorite that comes your way

More coffee thoughts certainly do exist

But no more for now, I’m sure you insist

Your hot cup of delicious brew

May seem exhilarating to you

While this author writes a view

About his “boring” cup of brew

Do you have a favorite coffee brew that you absolutely enjoy? You are invited to share your wishes in the comments. Perhaps you can convince Big Sky Buckeye to try something a wee bit more exciting than boring, black coffee.

Writer’s Void

Posted on May 10, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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Sometimes a writer’s well of words runs dry

Just as a wildcat oil well yields none this try

A writer’s words can be challenging to find

Why won’t more words be a friend of mine?

Life brings distractions that take away

Gone for a while is the freedom to say

Perhaps memories of the past come to bear

Ambushing a desire to write without a care

Searching for inspiration to write

A morning walk clears one’s sight

Reading others’ blogs charges the mind up

Their words arrive to fill an exhausted cup

Viewing a distinctive, older film brings bliss

The storyline relaxes a mind, to foster a list

A list of impressive ideas begins to churn

Now feeling more confident at every turn

Thankfully, this sorry condition won’t last

Soon words will be flowing, what a blast!

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If your appetite is ready for more about the challenges of writing, check out these previously published poems.

Fulfilling a Writer’s Fate
Poet’s Last Wish

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