The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Hasn't Happened Yet

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Hasn't Happened Yet:  

Tribute To Mylon Lefevre, my beloved cousin

 

Thirteen Paper Airplanes

 

Thirteen Paper Airplanes




Thirteen paper airplanes later
I realized that boredom can kill
And I rounded them all up
From their landings in high and low destinations
And crashed them all into the fireplace.


What is about the weekend
That makes you feel like
Life is passing you by
Like you're missing out on some great something
That can only happen on a Saturday?


Saturdays used to be a time
For cartoons and serials and cereals
In big bowls full of milk and sugar
And stained pajamas and sleepy mamas
And all was right with the world when the t.v. was on.


Not any more.....now,  I can't stand the t.v.
With it's death-o-matic never ending gore
It's sound effects so ear-catching
It makes you want to pummel someone
Just to see if you can re-create that sound.


Talking heads spewing tele-prompted script
Offering opinion and counsel, advice and contempt
Cruel humor and sanctimonious noddings
That put you to sleep
Until the pre-arranged melee breaks loose.


The radio is no better
You hear the same tweaked songs
Over and over until you know them by heart
And you sing along until you figure out
That they're all the same song with just a different tune.


Sex sells. Oh, yeah?
Well, who wants sex that can be bought
For crying out loud? Isn't that dirty sex

That makes both the seller and the buyer dirty
Even if it is just a pornographic song?


So, why am I ranting and raving
On this beautiful, sunny Saturday?
Why am I thinking of these things
That make me upset in a deeply shallow way?
You tell me.


I think it's because
I'm alone in a world full of lonely people
Trying to find meaning in a meaningless morass
Of news, blues and Blue-toothed crazy people
Talking to themselves as they walk through Walmart.


Maybe I should go to Walmart myself
And buy some pretty colored papers
Colors like reds and golds and greens
Bring them home, get out the design book
And make more glorious airplanes.


Yawn. God, I've got to get a life!
Got one nobody is using?
One that's already been used up to the full
And discarded because it was just too exciting?
I'll take it. Long as it didn't belong to Cleopatra.

I hate snakes.

©by Voo Shining Stone
May 23, 09
3:11 p.m.

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SADNESS SEEM TO RUN ON FOREVER

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SADNESS SEEM TO RUN ON FOREVER: Sadness Seem To Run On Forever I gots them ole blues, baby, she said Ain't nuthin nobody can do 'bout it Just a part o...

Thoughts

 

Thoughts

Your thoughts penetrated the cold last night

And flew in on rose scented air that made me gasp

I sat up, startled, fully awake

And looked around the darkness to perceive a light

But there was none there, not even a flicker.

I waited for what I did not know

And grew exasperated in the waiting

Fluffing the pillow to throw under my head,

I thought I heard a breath not mine

And then a low and luring laugh.

"Who's there?" I dared, afraid to dare

But in my soul I knew the answer

I knew that breath, I knew that laugh

The teasing trace of a mouth I missed

I knew those thoughts and from whence they came.

"What are you doing here?" "What do you want?" 

I whispered to the shadow outlined by moon

Then a cloud passed by outside my window

And hid the shadow deeper still

As our eyes sought each other's in the dark.

"I only want what I've always wanted."

"You."

I heard it clearly, whether with my outer ear

Or in my heart, I could not say

But I heard your thoughts and heard your voice.

At dawn I awakened to ponder the night

And what had transpred and what I had dreamed

I knew you were away and over the ocean

And could not have possibly visited me.

I lay in the glow of morning and madness

Smiling at memories that played in my head

I threw back the covers, escaping their warmth

To find a rose there beside me

And your form, smiling, fading at the foot of my bed.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

Dec 4, 2025

12:20 p.m.