Whimsy and Spice: Not Everything Nice
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Presenting a collection of poetry and short stories for a wide variety of tastes, Whimsy and Spice offers an exploration of themes both light and dark, wandering into tiny glimpses of a small world that appears out of our control.
Author Isaac M. Flores relies on language of great simplicity in both his free-form verses and his thought-provoking prose. Its often said that your shoes are the first thing people notice about youa message that John the Sole Saver certainly took to heart in one of the short stories in this collection. Starlight and the moon play into this collection, as do solitude and our first loves. The work ranges from snow-covered mountainsides to deserts and from small towns to large cities, sharing brief, informal presentations of great thoughts and writings of well-known authors along the way.
For Truly Sure
Know you this,
for truly sure,
my deserts and my mountains.
I will always be your lover
though you may forever
sit so lonely
and so nobly all endure.
Isaac M. Flores
Isaac M. (Ike) Flores spent 35 years with The Associated Press and covered many of the events he writes about. He has authored six books in his retirement and continues to write on a wide variety of topics. He splits his time between North Carolina and Florida.
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Whimsy and Spice - Isaac M. Flores
Copyright © 2015 ISAAC M. FLORES.
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Contents
Dedication Page
Calendar Love
Hello World
So Sad
Why?
Gracie
Pinch of Salt
American Beauty
Ozymandias
Poet Billy
First Love
Starlight
Always There
Certified
Forgetful
Dream
Crepusculo Twice
Grandpa
A Life Too Short
The End
Could’ve, Should’ve
America’s Peril
Crazy World
Leaving Soon
Life or Death
History
Sleeping or Waking
Foolhardy Poet
Who?
Ditty
For Truly Sure
Lover’s Lament
Ode to a Teacher
Random Thought
Dorothy
Confess
On Writing
A Long Day
Fancy Place
Such is Life
Killing Brain Cells
Pancho Villa
Florida Killers
Special Goodbye
Land of Nada
Perfect World
Book Critique
Coming Soon
I Say
Civil Wrongs
Lonely Leaf
Fidelity
In-Between
The Woodsman
Just Another Day
Independence Moon
Book on a Shelf
Mystery
Musical Distraction
Short Stories
The Soul Saver
Walt Kelly, Philosopher
Governor’s Trip
Fixing the Broken
The Drunk
My Friend, the Doctor
Che Guevara
Steinbeck’s Beliefs
Santa Fe
Nearly Famous Sayings
JFK, Margarita & I
Older But Better
Miami Cabbie
Challenges
Tren de Muerte
Solitude
Music
They
The Tourist
Grenada War
Just Saying
French Fries
Child Education
Havana Night
Something to Say
Vatican Bibles
Dedication Page
This book is dedicated to the fond memory of my late wife,
Dorothy Anne
Calendar Love
We bow to the future
and sigh for the past.
We love and remember
and dream to the last.
But for all the bold lies
that the almanacs hold,
while there is love in our hearts
we can never grow old.
(In tribute to my friend Perry E. Gresham)
Hello World
Hello, world. Are you ready for me?
My tiny granddaugher shouts out those words
through the screen door, standing there
sillhoutted against the bright dawning sky
of a warm winter day.
She is almost 2 and still in her polka-dotted
pajamas, just out of bed, short hair thick and rumpled.
Ay, Ay, it’s easy for me now to re-live those perfect
times when the world was young
and so were she and I.
See, grandpa,
she says as she turns and comes
running to my open arms, seeking my approval.
Her beseeching dark eyes
opening even wider.
I applaud, of course, and we sit at the kitchen
table, eating our cereal and waiting for the rest
of them to come trekking in one by one.
We are anxious, we two, to get started
to begin another perfect day in that perfect
world of long ago,
gone forever if not for
my daytime dreams.
So Sad
It’s oh so sad
when all the songs
my heart yearns to sing
have been sung,
when all the words my soul feels
some others have spun.
It’s oh so sad.
I long to tell of my love
I crave to shout it in song,
but all must remain unsaid,
because …
all the words have been written
all the songs have been sung.
Why?
There are many things that I set out to do and never do.
I mean some honest-to-gosh good things
that I wished I’d done and never did.
I write long detailed notes telling myself what to do
and when
but I don’t.
Don’t ask me
Why?
Like, I’ve meant to change the carpet, for 15 years,
and repaint the house
and wipe out the that pesky hornets’ nest with my whiz-bang spray gun
(One flit and, whoosh they’re gone).
But no, I haven’t done those things.
Why?
Like writing a poem about my orange-ish cactus flowers,
Or making up the lyrics to a tune I’ve just composed,
Or contacting a friend I haven’t seen in years.
But, no, I haven’t done those things either.
Why?
Why didn’t I call and say I still love you
After all these years.
Maybe you would have come back to me
Or me to you. But, no, and please don’t ask me
Why?
Gracie
Black and fat,
Gracie the Cat.
Wrongly named, for graceful you are not
in crazy race with imagined roach or rat.
Bounding, scratching,
common — one could say —
lest you sidle and with pleading eye
roll and beg: rub my belly, pat and play.
Idle time away,
Gracie seems to say,
I defy you to ignore me.
If you manage, anyway, Gracie shrugs
and slinks away,
disdainful, seeming, but ever with a sway.
A wary eye, forever searching,
then furtively leaping, fur a-flying.
Is mother close at hand
for feeding, stroking and a lap for lying?
Ah, Gracie,
you give us cause to contemplate
our own mysterious fates.
We ponder, in wonder, your strangely quiet pauses
like inward clauses,
with furry pawses hiding green-brown eyes.
We know a soul you have
and a power to recall
a friendly step, a favorite food,
a special smell, a petting hand.
Intelligent eyes that see the world dewily,
Is that a smile, half sardonic-ly?
Refusing to be ignored.
Thus, in a hasty world all around,
we stop to do your bidding,
rewarding a persistence seemingly unbound.
Pinch of Salt
You know your friends are getting old
when minor events of yesteryear
become grand acts
of heroism past, in the telling.
So a warning to us all: When some old geezer
starts spinning tales of wondrous bygone days,
listen attentively, politely,
but sprinkle lightly with several grains of salt
and ensure a full shaker is always at the ready.
for it goes from fact to fiction in a flash.
They fib and tailor for posterity,
as writer
Timothy Egan puts it.
Be that as it may,
some people, young or old,
who listen carefully
seem never to forget.
They appropriate your real adventures
and soon start cracking
your own sweet tales
back to you,
as their own episodes of derring-do,
that far surpass what once was true.
American Beauty
She was a stopper.
a real American beauty
when she was young and full of life.
Oval face framed with dark hair
sometimes long and flowing,
often short in flapper style
with curled bang on pale forehead.
Creamy skin, trim figure, well-fitted
in simple dresses with printed, yellow flowers
and white, pleated collars worn low.
Accompanied now, in this sepia-brown and faded photo
by an equally young, light-suited man with middle-parted hair.
My mother- and father-to-be so long ago,
smiling, with not a clue as to what lay ahead
when their Great Depression would bring
a dead end stop to any dreams of future bliss.
Ozymandias
Who was Ozymandias?
King of Kings, you say:
Ramses, from a lengthy line of royalty,
but which,