July 2016
Page 29
Don’t touch that dial, folks! Stay tuned now for the most exciting
advance in living. Is the little lady telling you to walk the dog? Wash
the dog? Wash the car? Paint the car? Shut the door? Open the
door? Interludes to the rescue! Is your boss ordering you to dig yet
another ditch or draft yet another manuscript? Fifty pages? With
headnotes and footnotes and citations? And he expects you to make it
interesting? Interludes to the rescue!
Folks, we’re bringing to you today a revolutionary invention that,
with a flex of your big toe, takes you out of any miserable moment
and transports you immediately into an interlude of your favorite
music. Your magnificent new Interludes are inserted deeply into your
ear canals, ready, with a simple cue from your foot, to bathe you in
Brahms, Bach or Beethoven, Simon and Garfunkel, Guy Lombardo,
Patti Page or Elvis Presley; whatever sounds may fill your heart.
Interludes to the rescue!
Your Interludes respond to a sensor that, wired to your toe, works
like a joystick, sending signals up to your ears by way of a Bluetooth
device inserted where your wisdom tooth once was. Interludes go
where you go, and at a flick of the toe, detect and channel whatever
tune or poetry you desire to escape to from your maddening world.
Interludes to the rescue!
And with another wiggle, impulses in your Interludes will stimulate
your head to nod and smile at whomever it is you’re not listening to.
Interludes (Patent Pending)
by Dennis Payton Knight
With Interludes you can take a chewing out like a man while your
inner self tiptoes through the tulips.
Interludes will make politics bearable too. Are you tired of speeches
about income inequality? Waggle your toe to the right and you will
be taken to a rendition of Yankee Doodle going to town. And you
won’t even care that you’re not a billionaire. Interludes to the rescue!
Is that other demagogue waving his arms again? Tired of hearing
about trade deals and fences on borders? With Interludes you will
escape to a corner of the world where you can just drive off in
your surrey with the fringe on top. And what is it about the guy that
makes you think of fringes? Maybe the orange mop on his cranium?
Interludes to the rescue!
And think of the commercial interludes you will be able to interlude
yourself out of. Why listen to some huckster who, without taking a
single breath, praises then damns a prescription drug when you can
zone him out with a waggle of an arthritic toe that could probably
use his snake oil. Interludes to the rescue!
Folks, I will be rich and retired by then, but think of the day when
another television pitchman with a toupee and happy teeth comes
on to peddle the latest in solar-powered pooper scoopers. Instead
of telling you to not touch that dial, he’ll be pleading, “Folks, don’t
waggle that toe!”
Windsor Writers
In that twilight interlude
Between wakefulness and sleeping,
Letting go the cares of day,
Is that your warmth I feel beside me
As I drift away?
And if I sense a stirring
In the shadows of the night
Is that you who’s watching over me,
Until the morning light?
In that twilight interlude
As the sun comes slowly creeping,
And I awake from sleeping,
Could that be your precious breath … renewed,
Softly stirring strands of hair?
Or is it just the early morning air
Whispering in my ear,
Reminding me
That it was but a dream,
For you’re no longer here?
Twilight Interlude
by Marilynn Reeves
Theme: Interlude
Theme: Amusement Rides
Amusement Rides 1939
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Voices in the winds
moaning softly at the dawn
seeking forgiveness.
Tongues of wisdom
reverberating through time
but very few heard.
Autumns of calmness.
Winters of anxiety.
Springs of renewal.
Faith in the unknown.
Evidence of things not seen.
Unproven belief.
Thresholds of the mind
beckon you enter at risk
to seek truthfulness.
Spirited away
to the dawn of paradise
from depths of despair.
Climb to windswept heights.
At the edge of the unknown
you will find your soul.
Interlude-Searching
by Hap Hansen
The sound is becoming louder
The drums and trumpets become a marching
band
They’re crossing the bridge over the river prouder
Closer to where the excited crowds stand
Once a year they come to town
Bringing with them exotic animals,
Mysterious people, and amusement rides
Easily removing the frown
The flying trapeze is my favorite
Brilliant displays of costumes
Truly a showing conglomerate
Beautiful people dressed in colorful plumes
Once a year we ride the Ferris Wheel
A giant vertical wheel with hanging seats for two
The glistening silver steel
Ensures safety as far as the eye can pursue
Amusement Rides 1939
by Natalie Lawson
