Lily was Here

House of Heart

Late afternoons I sit at the counter of Woolworth’s sipping vanilla coke watching the day turn into night or dollar green but it seems as Gershwin said, not for me. It is dog days and I am hot and tired and mostly luckless, angry too, my new love dying on the vine. I dream myself into a hot soak in a fancy clawed foot bath tub sinking my dusty body into lilac scented bubbles. I imagine lying back with closed eyes as the hot water flicks at peony nipples. I am what one might call self employed these days.
Settling for a motel shower stall I scrub my body that smells of dusty magnolias with rose scented oil until it glimmers like alabaster. Dutifully stepping into a black sheath and slipping on thigh high seamed stockings and heels saved for the occasion I confidently make my way onto Bourbon Street…

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Eye-witness Account

Pacific Paratrooper

Jack Wilde, WWII

Jack Wilde woke up covered in blood. The gore gushed down his leg. His head pounded.

The second lieutenant had been hunched over in the cramped tail section of the B-25, so he didn’t really know what had happened.

He remembered the plane banking and suddenly starting to climb. Moments later he’d heard branches hitting the port tail wing. “I thought to myself, ‘Boy, that’s something to write home about,’ ” he recalled years later. “And about that time, it really was something to write home about because we hit the top of the mountain.”

Jack Wilde had found himself flying over the New Guinea jungle in January 1945 because his infantry division was part of the Allied forces leapfrogging across the Dutch East Indies toward Japan.

Intelligence had come in indicating that Japanese detachments were working their way toward the U.S. base at Sansapor, so commanders…

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Top Cat

Peacock Poetry

This morning I’d like to share a little kitty dirty for a change as I haven’t written one for a while! Yesterday whilst recovering from my run sat on a sunny bench, one of our local cats, Felix, came to say hello. Felix is like the older, tougher version of our tabby cat Ziggy, and we like to make up that Ziggy is his protege!


Felix is a crafty chap

He trains our baby tiger

They’re both such quirky stripy cats

And Ziggy’s his admirer

With snail brown back, he has the knack

of seeming like a bruiser

But he’s a softie, that’s a fact

A Dornach backstreet muser

Though he feels fine, his voice can whine

A trick that is quite cunning

He loves his sunshine playground time

Though bikes can send him running

I’ve rarely had him on my lap

But we are friends, I feel it

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God, My Trust

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God, my Trust,
my Assurance, my Certainty,
You bring into my life
understanding and clarity.

For Your Word is precise,
detailed and clear . . .
how to obtain eternal
joy, bliss and cheer.

God, my Trust,
my Reliance, my Confidence,
in You I have found
a faithful dependence.

For nothing is impossible,
with You all is achievable
through Your mighty power
all things are conceivable.

God, my Trust,
my Salvation, my Sureness
Your mercy for me . . .
is out of Your Goodness!


Psalm 13:5

But I have trusted
in thy mercy;
my heart shall rejoice
in thy salvation.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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The Great Vampire of Oles

It was that Halloween night in the very tiny village of Oles.  There was a chill in the air, and the moon was full.  The Great Vampire of Oles was going to and fro and fro and to looking for someone to suck their blood.  It was very late in the evening, and he had yet to see anybody.  For so many Halloween nights he had many people to suck blood from, but this very night was different.  He had yet to see anybody through the tiny village until, finally, a young lady wearing a black velvet coat, blue jeans and red high heeled shoes was walking down the street.  He turned into a bat and flew closer to her.  He almost came upon her when a streetlight came on, and it blinded him.  He changed back into a vampire and shielded his eyes until the light went off.  He looked around, and saw the lady walking down the street.  He changed into a bat again and flew towards her only to be hit by a passing truck and whacked into a nearby tree.  Becoming a vampire again, he regained his senses.  He saw the woman walking down the street, but she stopped.  He sat up and watched as she was pulling off her shoes.  He stood up and hit his head on a branch that was stretched out above him.  He slapped the branch with frustration and the focus on the woman who was walking barefoot holding her red high heeled shoes in her hands, but she stopped to look at her phone.  He became a bat and flew over to her, and, this time, he was right behind her.  She did not notice that he was there.  He changed back into a vampire.  He opened his mouth wide aiming for her neck… and she passed some gas.

The Great Vampire of Oles was out cold.

Days later, he came through.  Wolfman was beating him around to wake him up.

“What happened?”  He asked as he came to his senses.

“Nothing,” Wolfman said as he pulled him to his feet.  “She was just testing the exhaust system.”


A Brighter Horizon ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

A brighter horizon,
is just up ahead . . .
one without turmoil
but with peace instead.

One that has views,
heavenly ~ blissful
one that awaits
all who are faithful.

A brighter landscape,
is just around the bend
one where all evil
will come to an end.

One so divine,
abundantly beautiful
one where tranquility
will be bountiful.

A brighter horizon,
a future, hopeful outlook
I envision every time . . .
I read the Good Book!


1 Corinthians 2:9

But as it is written,
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard,
neither have entered into the heart
of man, the things which God hath
prepared for them that love him.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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