billthekirk musings

Chapter 1: The origin No one enters a church soup contest thinking that they will create a monster...and to anyone's knowledge it's never happened.  The more likely thing to happen is that whoever makes the soup fails at it and has to throw away the soup in one of several manners.  You can put it in a bag and put it in the garbage.  If you have a goat or dog, you could feed the bad soup to it.  The other solution is to treat the soup like vomit and put it in your toilet and flush it.  Where it goes from there it doesn't really matter to the person flushing it...because before the flush its there and after its gone. Jessica went with the latter solution for disposing of the soup.  And it was nasty too.  What happened is that she did not time any of the ingredients right.  The split peas, pasta, lentils, and broth were all put together...and mainly it was because they were given to her in a jar a very long time ago and the jar had sat on a shelf for...

 This story poem (I called it a stoem at the time) was written for my son Jed.  Jed was a happy child growing up and he always made me laugh.  There were times at work when I daydreamed and wished I could bring him to work so I could spend time with him.  This feeling could extend to any father longing to spend time with their little boy.  It is perhaps a reminder that there are moments of time that can be spent with our children, and we should make time for those (because as with a work day, time passes). ~KH For Jed I wish I could bring you in a jar to work with me You'd have to be the right size to fit inside the jar, of course... I'd have to shrink you before I left, play clothes and all We'd have to shrink some snacks for you too. I'd carry you to the bus stop where you'd wait with me - peering out of your rounded glass window Watching till the bus arrived and we boarded The bumpy bus ride might make you tumble and tossle, But of course I thought of shrinki...

 I wrote this little story around the beginning of 1995, after I'd gone through a series of difficult life challenges.  The sarcasm and overly flowery language in it is purposeful, and so is the arrival of the Reality Elf to ruin everything.  To me this little story represents sometimes crushed dreams that we may have fun with for a time, but eventually have to face reality. ~KH I've had quite a bit of stress in my life, we all have....but let's not talk about that.  Let's talk about you, me, and the beautiful things in life.  Let's put ourselves amidst the clouds where the dewy mists can caress our faces...where we can say hi to the birds and dance with the wind.  Mind you...dancing with the wind is just an expression.  I mean, you can't physically dance with the wind.  That sounds pretty absurd, doesn't it?  If this was true people would waltz with the wind or even tango.  Anyway, from there we could go to the heavens and wink at the s...