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An angry chicken            Lester was doing his usual duties of being a rooster in the chicken pen when he realized the farmer was not paying any attention. He made his way over to the farmer who was paying no attention at all to Lester. The farmer had something in his hand while the other hand pecked at the object. Lester being curious for a rooster wanted to see so he even got closer the farmer though then realized what the rooster was doing and scared the rooster away. Lester got enough of a sight of what the farmer was doing and saw it said something angry and was throwing these things at buildings. Lester thought if the farmer really liked that why not gather the hens up and do this for the farmer. The farmer looked up from the object and saw that Lester was gathering the hens up. “Lester what are you up to?” the farmer asked. Lester held a wing up and gave a signal to wait. So the farmer went back to his game on his phone. Some rustling in the chicken pen got the farmer’s

The pea soldiers never had a chance ( A fork of a tale)   Like peas from a pod they all fell out of the pod and landed in the pan. In their plump uniforms of green their mission to with stand boiling water until they are soft. Then in this scenario they will be covered with butter and some cream seasoned lightly. The commander gave the call hold your position as they fell into the carrier. Some of them thought this is kind of classy for us. They sat and waited for the enemy to slowly come upon them. There were other companies there the potato unit they had it rough mashed altogether. The butter unit slippery devils those are and usually some fat on them also to easy of life for them. Then the meat unit usually they have it the roughest always getting burned or slow cooked they are the most resilient sometimes they are trained for hours. The bread always showing their nooks and crannies peas would guess the bread was happy about the new acceptance in the corp. soon the enemy appe

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A letter of request         Some of the readers already know this. My mom passed away last week, we laid her to rest today with my father. She had health issues all of her life. When my father pasted away in 2010 I moved in to help. I really didn’t mind but being ill often she was disabled and collected a small pension and was way in debt. Most of these will go away now but many still linger which is something I really want to clear up. In this I will not be able to catch them up fast. So if you are a reader or just would like to help me, I have two books published, one is all mine the other is co authored with a good friend Richard O. Fyler Jr. “Thomas Basille and Mr. Pib beagle” is mine “Scott W Reynolds” “Sunrise 1am” is the collaboration short story and poem book. This way by helping me you at least get something for your gift to me. I really wouldn’t be doing this, for I usually give what I can to different charities without any question. This was hard for me to write for my

My road few travel For years the road would go many places In the late held my mother’s hand For she did that so many times growing up Her road was the runway to heaven In disagreements she still blessed it with love Now she holds the hands of dad like it should be Missing her with heartache knowing the road is still there Happiness in sadness joining her in last part of her journey Blessed I feel being there for the long days of battle Her hand even from heavens still holds mine Seems firmer than when traveled growing up On a roadside now taking in loving memories of simple love Feeling lesser wondering what will I find down the road Knowing she is around me with siblings and loved ones whose road has just begun Life that clock we all use but never seem to get The road I travel is a bit darker with the light a ways in my destiny A mother’s love cherished in this moment of grief Her road in heavens will be blessed from love of o

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A unicorn and Pegasus in tablet debate          A normal day for me took a little walk looked at a park where I saw a unicorn and Pegasus. Snorting and talking, and pointing and nodding. Thinking to myself this is a lucky day to see these mythical creatures in modern life. Then I noticed as I approached the picnic table where they seem to be sitting across from one another. They had some tablets be more precise an I Pad and the android. They looked up and asked me which one do you think is better. Pegasus spoke quickly the I Pad is so sophisticated and it gives you the creative look      The unicorn quickly came back and said the android is more practical and has just as much class and can do more.      “So which one there good man?” they both asked.       “What it would be like choosing between you two.” I said.        “But you have to settle this discussion. We obviously can’t decide.” Pegasus replies.        “Yes you are human you must know the best?” The unico

9-11 11 years later thought for reality A day that happened like a nightmare it changed us Confusion and questions still little answers Souls lost that day only to bring more souls lost A spirited animal with a lust for anger Peace a sweet after taste of vengeance Few made many to be judged now as all foes Somewhere words lost of turning the cheek and forgiving Hatred was never written to be spouted Like misguided weapons painted with words of the peaceful one Brought most of us together only to attack others that their crime is less fortunate Some support their own demise On a dream that the enemy will take things from us far from our sight Anger still on the streets stronger than other drugs Listen for the silence of reason Peace may come where we are all just tenants on the earth’s apartment Peace comes after understanding a few did this teach the mass and the few become less More lost souls doesn’t make more peace 9-11 11 y

BUY THE BOOK Fact of losing trust in friends I see lots of this and been there myself People love to be entertained Some pay total strangers for this Have to mention the high price also Many love free entertainment Especially if you know the artist Why is this the way of the beast? A reality that seems to make a thinker go in to deep thought Does the artist friend inconvenient the friend of supposedly likes the product? Or does the envy or the jealousy emerge and to be polite just politely ignore Everyone screams community guess it means don’t do something I dream about For I will not be interested in your endeavors I will buy the strangers product for they must be good everyone else has bought it This is what friends are for So strangers don’t become my friend Friends become strangers and do your part for my work   Fact of losing trust in friends

Itsy Love bitsy The heart has the need Soul enjoys the warmth Encourages the spirit to reach out So small can’t be seen A selfish minute on the universe clock Many still search Wondering this is so good there has to be more The happiness becomes dull need more Sorry no local dealers Our nature’s way of keeping the future going An instinctual equation for the lucky ones No smell no taste, so sweet and savory When it’s good so euphoric Becomes bad so toxic, heart still connects One of humans’ gift or curse A virus of the heart, terminal for logic Itsy love bitsy   SUPPORT AN AUTHOR GET THE BOOK THOMAS BASILLE AND MR PIB BEAGLE

The Thomas Basille site to find out more of the book. I really appreciate any form of support. If you know others that like to read. This is an adventure series of a boy and his dog and his ghost friend who gets in adventures first day of his new he finds there is more to the rural town than he could ever imagine. Enjoy Part 1 while part 2 is in the works and sometime in the late part of the year or beginning of next year this will be out. This is the link for the site. Thomas Basille blog

Hear wanted words is cheap Friends do less than strangers Friends colorful with praises Strangers give the action Friends tell all you want to hear Strangers quietly do the bidding Strangers make friends do favors for other friends While lip slipping words to amuse the ear Coaxing the one’s ego This helps more than making a living? Support one would guess means others are more worthy of pennies This is a wonderful flavor Empty is the necessity to fund the craft These are words of thank you While a stranger will nod reading and looking at the list of one’s friends No one will talk about this thinking well I always pat their back That really means so much better than any actual action Hear wanted words is cheap   Thomas Basille and Mr. Pib Ebook