Available for Immediate Occupancy

Available for immediate occupancy, small starter home
for young couple w/children in their future.
Spacious backyard w/great possibilities
for runway for younglings learning to fly & leave the nest.
Please birdcall to, Mourning Dove with three tweets…
©g.a.meeder, 2013®

Birdhouse in backyard from Massillon,  Ohio ©g.a.meeder, 2013®
Birdhouse in backyard from Massillon,
Ohio ©g.a.meeder, 2013®

Novella Liasioń

 

Novella Liasioń

laying in a field

of lush green spring grass she has

pushed her book aside

because you have become her

character of interest

now you need to develop her

sudden change of storyline

to full climax

©g.a.meeder, 2013®

Image My windowsill in Big Prairie, Ohio, one breezy, soft afternoon in the summer.

©g.a.meeder, 2013®

Word-Up….

Word-Up…

The guy who allegedly tried to poison the President and a couple senators with/ ricin declares in a news article he “loves his country”. Isn’t that grand? That’s they way ya show it eh?  People are shooting one another in public settings, not so public settings, blowing each other up, taking it out on others because some people don’t like the government. They think everything is a conspiracy theory like Glenn Beck, & that other loony tuneroonie, Alex Jones. (And you’ll hear that from these two and Rush included, how much they love their country, there are others out there but these three are in contention for the biggest mouths) But some are loving their country by way of weapons, anger & propagandabiggiesized hatred. This is appalling & the bottom line of love of country includes LOVE of your countrymen & women & children & babies, if I am not mistaken. They are the innocent ones that go day-to-day performing ordinary & extraordinary moments on the lovely planet earth and are taking the beating because some of you wake-up & have a bad fucking day because something didn’t go your way like a very, very spoiled child that some would call a bad seed. People who editorialize(See, this is the defining moment for me, a person who writes, we really went down the wrong path once we declared these venomous spewing  alleged professionals “entertainment” & refused to acknowledge that they were editorializing their opinions and plastered their programs with a bazillion disclaimers) the venomous hatred on their radio & television shows & this includes all those religious freaks on the television and from their pulpits, (Do not come after me for saying that either, because I have sat in some of those churches & heard it fall from preacher’s lips) plenty do it in the name of religion, need to step back & quit worshipping that almighty dollar(thou shalt not have any false gods before me, easy to forget that one eh?) & ratings & remember AGAIN some of their basic teachings within their own religions. Love is one of those things that should not judge but yet some are teaching their children to do just that. I don’t go out & kill people because I have anger issues or my life isn’t going the way I’d like it too. I get frustrated, believe me I do. I am currently living under an even more precarious lifestyle than I was with a struggling business. But where is the love people, really where is it? You don’t need religion to teach you love, people have it within themselves, or is that perhaps one of the reasons some of us lose that love? I learned in church that we only love people from one side of the political fence from the last church I attended. Oh really… I thought and now that’s why I won’t ever return to church. Love is not one-sided, blind nor is it unkind, or selective. I know, that is the difficult part about love, that abstract emotion that we feel towards one another or obviously from all accounts in the news some of us don’t. But how come hate is so much easier to roll with instead of love? I still can’t figure that out. I get angry, but something pulls me back(love) & says, “Gut-damn ya ginger, they are all too human, try not to judge them or it will come back on you(that part is selfish, I know) & I begin to feel empathy towards people for their own misguided behaviors & struggles because that is a morally guided, love centered process that is within ALL of us. Heya lookee here folks, I am not the only one that figured this one out am I? Why some of us are extinguishing those love based moral compasses is beyond me, other then they want to be led around by the nose & taught what to think or have someone tell them how to think. And why it is so much easier to roll with hate is because love means you might have to work at something that helps you mature, see the light burning brightly & shining inside of someone else and yourself or it even helps you to dig it out of someone who is on a dimmer setting because life has handed them setbacks. And I am not a believer anymore, but if you claim a so called God and a religion, there is no way in hell you were told to go out and kill innocent people. Because usually religious doctrines guarantee that’s your one way trip ticket to, of all places hell. And all you did was create hell on earth for people who didn’t deserve your wrath. Where is the love? Time to start digging for it, searching for it, you’ll find it, usually in the most unexplainable instances, people & places, but it’s there, ready to be discovered almost anywhere & everywhere. It isn’t as difficult as digging a hole to China either…—©g.a.meeder, 2013®

The Twilight Zone Grill

Twilight Zone Grill

 Benny Hill wafts into the kitchen

 from the dining room area television

 applause and laughter drift in and out

 as I grill a customer’s steak burger, medium rare

 who is driving his life away

 another truck driver passing through with his load

 from the highways and byways of the open road.

 A regular is coughing up half a lung

 perched at the counter critter bar, over steaming coffee

 slurping the brown brew with fish lips

 he finds this time of day as difficult

 as the rest of us do

 settling into the redundancy morosely making

 illogical clips of conversation bordering on lunacy

 he showed up to find another way at the counter

 to beat off the razor like sharpness

 of another harsh lonely afternoon in the sun’s

mid-day promenade that pierces itself into

each of our mundane days of existence.

 white dishes collide in the kitchen

 squeaking dead-on with lonesome blues

 pre-season football sanctifies me

 with ephemeral deliverance

 ego driven sports personalities deliberate

 who will win, who will lose

 the super bowl this year

 in the kitchen as I flip that burger over

 on the blackened grill of my dead dreams

 my eyes wander over the grease as it bubbles up juicy

 the doorbell chimes,

 swinging in with another customer’s

 entry into the twilight zone

 locked in where I-250 and I-21 intersect

 by the time they reach this “T” in the road

 it feels like they’ve driven for an eternity

 consequently the epitaph of the Twilight Zone grill

 where I stand day after day

 flipping over burger after burger

 on the blackened grill of abandoned dreams

 where lonely souls convene silently screaming ouch

 because the lives we lead sting beyond words.—©ginger meeder, 2011®

Image

My former small business, The Ginger Root as she looked at night.

—©ginger meeder, 2011®

Loose Cannon…

Loose Cannon…

my anger rises

to dangerous sea levels

in the strangest of

conversational moments

disturbing me, more then most…

—©g.a.meeder, 2013®