I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Monday, September 28, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It's Not That I'm Unwounded
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It's Not That I'm Unwounded: It's Not That I'm Unwounded it's not that i'm unwounded i just feel the way i feel i fear that i am not afra...
Friday, September 25, 2026
Thursday, September 24, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AND WE HAD SECRETS
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AND WE HAD SECRETS: And We Had Secrets (And we had secrets Like diamonds wrapped in newspapers Carried under eager arms, As we ran through o...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Watching You
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Watching You: Can't Help Falling Watching You Watching you walk down the stairs My glad heart skips a beat I pick you out of every crowd On every cr...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Your Sweetness
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Your Sweetness: Y ou r S wee t nes s The sweetness of the honey comb Belongs to you and you alone The ribbons in the purpled sky Draw f...
Wednesday, September 23, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: CLANDESTINE RAIN (the splendor of your laughing f...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: CLANDESTINE RAIN (the splendor of your laughing f...: Clandestine Rain (the splendor of your laughing face) Waiting in the carriage at the end of Summer Lane ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: ELK MEAT PIZZA AND PEYOTE BEER
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: ELK MEAT PIZZA AND PEYOTE BEER: Traditional Native American Music Elk Meat Pizza and Peyote Beer So me and the boys ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IN WINDS OF DARK DESIRE
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IN WINDS OF DARK DESIRE: In Winds of Dark Desire through time and space like cherry blossoms falling from a tree i bit the apple of mad s...
Friday, September 18, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WAITING FOR WATER
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WAITING FOR WATER: Waiting For Water In between the raindrops And the sun, Every now and then, We find the thing Our souls c...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: BECAUSE OF YOU
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: BECAUSE OF YOU: Because of You There are days when roses seem sweeter The sun shines brighter And the roads you walk on Rise up to ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE LONG NEON NIGHT one of my all time faves
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE LONG NEON NIGHT one of my all time faves: Play song while reading the poem.. then listen again and again and again......... City Of Tortured Souls by Mark and The Material Ob...
Wednesday, September 16, 2026
Graveyard
Graveyard
I walked in the graveyard of broken hearts
The sad place where dreams go to die
The gray gates swung shut by themselves at my back
And a raven swooped down from the sky.
He gave me a look that said "You shouldn't be here"
I was puzzled and replied with a frown
The twilight grew dense and the winter wind, cold
As my tears with the raindrops came down.
The mausoleum, regal, stood in the silence
It's pale marble glowed with allure
I thought I heard whispers like bats in a belfry
But my grieving mind couldn't be sure.
The night like a cloak enveloped the statues
That were lit by the sudden full moon
Rising in rain as the moan of a train
Played it's desolate, long distance tune.
I do not know how long I walked there
For it seemed to me time had stood still
I could only think about how I had loved you
And how much that I always will.
When the sun awoke, it shined it's face
On the horizon's dim canvas so wide
And I saw the headstones etched with our names
On two graves close by side by side.
A movement I saw then across the way
As the dawn sky was streaked with the blue
I saw a hand there waving forlornly
And I knew that it was you.
My love, long dead yet living still
(For love can't be refrained)
Our bodies, cold, mortal and faded to dust
While our immortal souls' passion remained.
©️by Voo Shining Stone
September 15, 2026
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Friday, September 11, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Warriors of the Way Episode 23 You and You Alone
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Warriors of the Way Episode 23 You and You Alone: Warriors of the Way Episode 23 You and You Alone We freed the horses of their burdens and saw that they had water and apples as well as th...
Thursday, September 10, 2026
AaCHOO VOO, PRIVATE EYE EPISODE 27 Re-Edited Premeiring/Premiering/ UP NOW lol
........DIARY ENTRANCE EPISODE.......
Aachoo Voo, Private Eye
Episode 27
There Is No Peace and Quiet In a Swamp
We are here. But where in God's Name are we? I don't know. MiMi Voo doesn't know. Hopefully God does but if MiMi doesn't know where we are here in her very own swamp, we are lost. It's over. Done. Fini. Deja fini. Hopeless. Mon Dieu! We are fee fah founce. We are foufou. Or foo foo or fi fie fo fum however you spell it! We are perdue. LOST! Well, for a few panic stricken moments anyway. MiMi was trying to take me to the hiding place cave/cove where she said the Voo fortune was hidden. (And had been hidden since Jean Lafitte the French pirate had been invited to supper lo, many years ago by one of her ancient ancestors.) Said ancestor had supposedly relieved the pirate of his on board treasures with the help of his own diabolical crew (though they had no ship of their own nor were they pirates.) They were robbers and thieves and they all had scurvy but they were not pirates. Nor were they Voos.
They were Breauxs. (She pronounced it Bros.) Forced out of Arcadia in Nova Scotia back in the day of the Grande DeRangement, they had kicked around hither and yon and picked up many savory and unsavory skills and habits. One branch went here and became priests. One branch went there and became...other things. It was from this branch that MiMi had descended. Voo Bayou was originally Breaux Bayou, you see. It had been MiMi's inheritance and she had given it to Poppi Voo when they'd met and married. They had then changed it's name forever daring anyone living to call the place Breaux Bayou again. It was not a name recalled with fondness but with great disdain and she set about cleaning up it's image. Which worked like a charm until my parents had been forced to move down south when my brother had made his unexpected arrival. Needless to say, when Patricia Paramore Voo came to the small and low brow Louisiana Parish, she had also revised and revived all the long simmering disdain flooding back in like a tsunami. Swamp folk are known to hold grudges. (To originate them, it is said and cherish them to the grave.)
You must forgive me. I got distracted. I had heard bits and pieces of wild tales about my grandmother's ancestry and had assumed they were mostly lore and myth but I could never be sure. Poppi had never corrected me when I asked questions and he'd always shook his head and gave my father "that look" when the subject arose. MiMi Voo's mysteries were hers to divulge at will and to subtract from and add to like any good Cajun historian. We came to expect deviations now and then. And to enjoy them.
An alligator ate our pirogue. No, not our pierogi. (I wished we'd had some dumplings!) I hadn't eaten yet.. No, our boat, Our canoe. An alligator ate our boat. Came right up out of the murky green swamp and ate it right out from under us! CRUNCH! You could have heard my screams from miles away. I was terrified. MiMi just grinned and poked the thing with her umbrella and said, "Lands Sakes, Cheri, it ain't nuthin' but an ole gator! He just hongry fer a beignet! Well, I reckon he done got all of 'em!" I stared at her like I didn't know who she was. I was soaking wet, hanging on to a bit of boat and all I could think of was .....my Grande Mere has lost every bit of English grammar she had picked up in New York! My parents would be mortified. Poppi Voo would be smiling from ear to ear with stars in his eyes because MiMi's Cajun vernacular was part of the reason he'd fallen in love with her at first sight and hearing. I just wasn't used to hearing her go all full "Swamp Woman" on me for some time. But she was loving it. Her eyes were twinkling.
It had been her cheery idea to get in the canoe and have a a picnic as we floated along dodging things that looked like they could have starred in their own horror movies. And the noises! Good grief! Nightmares, crime scenes and New York City parades had never produced such sounds! I would have put my hands over my ears but they were too busy covering my eyes. Which made it hard to swim. I knew my mother would be devastated if I had fled to Voo Bayou only to drown alongside her detested in-law. She would have much preferred me being run down by a Black and White cab on 5th Avenue. She could never show her friends a Louisiana newspaper obituary. She would die of shame. I had already tarnished the sterling reputation she had so meticulously invented for herself with my incarceration even as she had enjoyed the notoriety of it. If I had not been proven Not Guilty of the crime, she told me she was going to put me up for adoption. My father reminded her that I was a grown woman and therefore unadoptable and ineligible for her foolish threats. I entertained myself for a short while with the thought of being a part of a normal family with normal names but it gave her too much joy. So I dropped it.
Now here we were waterlogged and covered in green slime and I didn't know what to do. I had survived a myriad of unthinkable things that Edgar Allan Poe dared not conjure up in his imagination. Yet here I was anticipating a demise one could only read about in a comic book while surrounded by lamenting bullfrogs. It was sad. Finally, MiMi Voo slung me onto a chunk of canoe and pushed me towards the shore just as the gator showed back up for seconds with his entire family in tow. All his kids were ugly. I would have kissed that shore too, but it seemed to be moving. In a blind panic, I picked up my brave, exhausted, crazy little Grande Mere (pronounced Grahn Mair to those that don't know. And why would you?) and I ran as fast as I could as the ground crunched and slithered beneath my feet.
That ancient homestead had never looked more inviting. A welcoming committee of assorted cats, dogs, raccoons, possums and possibly a baby Bigfoot accompanied us to the porch excitedly but I slammed the door in their faces and we collapsed on the floor. Later, I pried the black tattered umbrella out of MiMi's hands and put us both to bed in fresh dry clothes where we slept for three days. After three days and nights of unending, indescribable nightmares, I opened my weary eyes to the sight of a big horrid creature bending over me all cloaked in black. I sat up and screamed my lungs out and MiMi Voo dropped her black hooded raincoat and fainted dead away. It was storming like crazy outside, it was dark and cold and I was shaking like a leaf. I just let her lay there. I didn't want to tell her I was getting homesick for New York City with it's familiar crimes and chaos. I already knew that a new grudge would soon be added to her ever growing list and I just didn't want to be number 947. (My mother held the record for at least six hundred.)
To Be Continued in Episode 28.
when I darn well feel like it!! or you beg me to do it
Aachoo Voo's BLOG
(sorry the blog keeps going wanky today. Bear with me. I'm not normal.)
Wednesday, September 9, 2026
Aachoo Voo Private Eye Episodes 24 25 26 27 NEW ones Very Funny
EPISODE 24
https://aachoovooprivateeye2024.blogspot.com/2024/08/aachoo-voo-private-eye-episode-24.html
EPISODE 25
EPISODE 26
EPISODE 27
LINKS TO ALL 27 EPISODES thus far......
©️created by Voo Shining Stone
Tuesday, September 8, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Slow Dancing With You
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Slow Dancing With You: I See Your Face Before Me I'll Close My Eyes The Very Thought Of You And I Love You So Rainy Night in Georgia ...
Monday, September 7, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: DARKNESS ON THE FACE OF THE DEEP
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: DARKNESS ON THE FACE OF THE DEEP: Darkness On the Face of the Deep The earth was without form and void On the day of the long destru...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: DARK HORSE
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: DARK HORSE: Dark Horse You're a flying dark horse A powerful force A maniacal killer on the run from the law. You're a so...
Saturday, September 5, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Attics Of The Rich
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Attics Of The Rich: Attics of The Rich (a nonsense must read blog posted on November 32nd) Cricket bats at the ready, boys! We gotta clean out the attics of ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: A Woman Needs To Hear
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: A Woman Needs To Hear: A Woman Needs To Hear A woman needs to hear..... "I love you" About seven times a day She needs to hear........ "I need y...
BEFORE SHE LEFT
USED TO
She used to tell me I was cool
Now she tells me I'm a fool
And I guess I am, that's pretty plain
"Cause now her eyes fill with disdain.
I didn't love her the way I should
I didn't say the things I could
I didn't give her the joy I would
Before this cool guy turned to fool.
It's all my fault, I see that now
But she stuck by me anyhow
Till all the sweetness turned to sour
And she packed her bag and ran.
I miss the face that makes me yearn
I miss the touch that made me burn
If I could go back and all my motives discern
But she doesn't love me now.
She was so wise and wonderful
To me when I was cool
But what woman wants a man like me
That has made himself a fool.
So now I walk sad streets with other
Fools just like myself
Wishing for one more chance to love her
Like I should have done before she left.
©️by Voo Shining Stone
Sept 5. 2026
Friday, September 4, 2026
Thursday, September 3, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Love Makes You Beautiful
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Love Makes You Beautiful: Love Makes You Beautiful I wasn't born pretty Not in the conventional way I felt plain and forgettable And I didn't feel loved. I gr...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Choices
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Choices: Choices It's so dark in here But not so dark That I can't see your eyes Examining my contours In the neon glimmer I pretend not to...
Tuesday, September 1, 2026
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: A Lot Can Happen In Four Minutes
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: A Lot Can Happen In Four Minutes: A lot can happen in four minutes... The world can end...you can fall in love A car can be totaled, a web can be spun A cup can break and b...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WHISPER OF THE ICE THAT BURNED
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WHISPER OF THE ICE THAT BURNED: Whisper of the Ice That Burned The oceans were on fire And the sky was dry as dust Blood red tears ran...
An Original Voo Limerick
An Original Voo Limerick by an Original Certifiable Rock Star
Uh....I meant Certified Rock Star, Joe! Honest! *giggle
(and you know I'm lying)
A Voo Limerick
There was a young lady called Voo
a funky-ass sista who knew
how to write proper verse
both funny and terse
and her fame exponentially grew.
🥸
©by Joe Leigh-Corrigan
poet, painter, pal, nut case,
former rock star,
Beatle impersonator extraordinaire
and "Will Work for Food"
past life co-ordinator
to the stars.....✨⭐
🎯
thanks, Joe👄
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcdAkQwhVpY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUX3tp4-ebk
Dealey Plaza concert vids
The ORIGINAL Dealey Plaza band, NOT the other one
that got rich and famous and stuff...🥁
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Rock Star
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Rock Star: Rock Star I saw a star that had a face And the star was made of stone I saw the crown points on his head In his eyes, a ...
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