How To Make Breakfast Gravy

Now I never could make breakfast gravy, but here is a recipe on how they say it's made : 

First, put you're oil or grease or whatever in the pan put just a little flour in it and brown that however you like it the more flour u use the thicker it gets then when you get as brown as you won't use a little milk then add water and stir it till it gets how you want it and the darkness depends on how long you let it brown before you add ur milk and water. the more flour the thicker it gets.

This was copy and pasted by a friend. 

My Mother's Love Through The Eyes Of A Child

Looking back and remembering through the eyes of a child, my mother's love. 

My mother adopted me at the age of 6 months old when I was left just here and there. My father loved me, but he couldn't take care of me, so my grandmother and my papaw raised me.  I saw my dad every day, but that is another story for another time.  This story is about my mother's love and what love means to a child.

Anyway, These are the times when I felt loved the most as a child. One memory, in particular, was when my mom, or mommy as I called her, would read to me, while I listened quietly and contently, kneeled at her feet. She would read to me, for what seemed to be hours on end. With me so enthralled in the story yelling " read another, read another," and she would until she grew tired and weary. She would sometimes read fairy tales and then sometimes Bible stories. Each of which she had read 1000 times each, lol.

                                                                                         

Another time, l was Underneath the kitchen table, where I played as I smelled the delicious aroma of whatever my mother was cooking. She would wipe the sweat from her brow, as she cooked, always making sure she fixed something special just for me. I was always a picky eater. She and I would sometimes even bake cakes together. She would let me stir and lick the frosting from the spatula after the cake was done. The very first cake we ever made was strawberry with cream cheese frosting. Mmmmmmm, I can remember the very first bite of that strawberry cake. It was truly mouth-watering as I bit into it with such child-like delight. 

My very Favorite memory was our long talks of the night that we would have. This is where I would tell her all my joys, and troubles of the day. She would give me her heart-felt wisdom and advice, and back up, lol. I had been being picked on in school,  and I had been taking it and taking it, all the time thinking I had to or I would be in trouble. Little did I know that when I finally told mommy and my daddy and papaw, that my whole family would be behind me in taking up for myself, lol. They said, "Berny, My name is bernice, they called me Berny, Don't ever start any trouble, but when somebody lays a hand on you try your best to kill um."  Now they didn't really mean for me to kill them, lol. Back then that was just a way of saying beat the snot of them so they will leave you alone. Well, anyway,  I was so happy. This was all I needed to hear. I went to school the next day, and when That boy messed with me again, I turned around and punched him so hard that his nose bleeds, lol. I had been picked on for so long at this point. I think even the teachers were proud of me, lol. From then on I never took anything off anybody until highschool, But that too is another story. 

Looking back through the eyes of a child when I felt the most loved was when my mom would spend time with me. Even when she would be busy doing something I could still feel her love for me just by being in the room with her. I really miss those days.

From The Lips Of Darkness

     In a woodland surrounded by foliage and nature, lurked an ancient creature,  scorned and filled with rage as she watched in silence. While thoughts flooded her mind of the one who scorned her. Her long, claw-like fingers rest upon her chin as she thought about the punishment that awaited the unaware.

     As beautiful as she was with her long, dark, wavy hair,  cascading down her back, and resting upon her ample, breast,  she was throbbing from the blood flow rushing through her veins that filled her with the passion of revenge. Her sensuous, curves transforming her into a beauty unmatched by nature. 

     Bloodthirsty and hungry, she opened up her lips to sing as he drew closer to where she was hiding.  She begins to sing softly, and hauntingly as the vines begin to wind and climb themselves into place. 

     What was that sweet melody,  he thought,  as he reached the edge of the woods. It was calling to him,  wanting him to come closer. Come closer, come closer into my dreams. Take my hand let me lead you the way, the voice spoke.

     Mindlessly, he walked into the woods reaching toward an unseen hand. The vines closing in behind him; blocking anyone else from entering in and preventing any escape.

     As he reached the heart of the woods, the land seemed to spread out. The music stopped. Looking up, he saw her, dropping down as if from what seemed to be out of nowhere,  and landing steadily on her feet like a cat.  She smiled, as she drew closer, him still not yet remembering, he watched this enchanting creature move with such grace,  until she kissed him on his lips. Suddenly fear gripped him as he thought he had seen this face before;  touched these sweet lips. Memories began to flood back to him from many years ago.......It was then he tried to scream, but no sound would come. He couldn't move. The vines were wrapping around him.  Now ridden and trembling in fear as he turned white, he knew who she was.  Her what once was,  normal teeth, now distorted into monstrous blades ravenous with venom, right before his very eyes. He watched in terror as she opened wide her mouth as she began to consume him little by little.

     She loved the feel of his blood flowing down her chin.  The taste of it in her mouth delighted her with an almost sexual glee and satisfaction. Feeling it and touching the torn flesh,  she could sense and hear his agony from deep within. There was none like it anywhere else. Oh, how she loved the excitement of the kill.

     Limb from limp she ripped him apart slowly and joyfully,  laughing,  hungrily, devouring his entire body; making sure to keep him alive so he could feel every ounce of pain that she bestowed upon him. Until finally when he had nothing left,  but his torso and head,  did she come down fast and hard, ripping off his head in an instant and swallowing it whole. leaving behind a bloodless upper body lying on the ground.

     She immediately drew back into the shadows of the woods, and her vines going with her. Leaving the torso behind for the beast of the forest.  She always did believe in feeding the animals.

BY: Bernice Bowling

The picture was done with photo editing, and I am not very good at it so please ignore it.  :)

The Dance

Droplets of sorrow drift slowly away

numbness setting in, 

laugher went missing

Trees sway to the songs of songbirds

while cool summer breeze blows by

Drowning in yesterday love begotten

sea of mindless chanting begins

winding and swaying to summers song

skipping through maniacal imaginations

laughter soon comes in

wildly unhinged

inhibitions fall to the ground

naked unsettled and wild

dancing under the moon

forever dying

caressing silver tins

holding tight that human carousel

hysteria controlling 

unleashing  chains

By: Bernice Bowling

The Call Home

My sorrow beckons me to tears 

as I sit here wondering 

about the years I've wasted.

The rain has not forgotten me–

 she still pours,

 washing away my fears.

Pain exists in the form of shadows.

I dance away the times gone by,

 listening to echo’s song,

I twirl and leap to his voice,

 I want to rejoice–

 but alas, my sorrow won’t let me.

How do I say No when I see his face?

 My heart does crumble to the floor.

He doesn't care. 

He only ignores. 

I scratch his face from my mind,

 then slowly plummet into hate.

My heart hardens

as the pain escapes.

I watch the mailman run for pleasure

As I sic Esmerelda on him

I laugh as she bites him on the rear–

taking a little more than he asked for.

My cruelty won’t last.

with each step forward, I grasp,

trying to make the happiness last–

if only but for a moment.

I sigh with cosmic relief

when I see some release 

of what I've been holding inside.

Still, I've got to let it hide. 

no one will know the pain, 

The storm inside my mind.

I'm scary and unknown–

 Except to my friends. 

Some of them are now gone.

God keeps talking to me,

telling me to dry my tears,

and come home.

But home scares me. 

People are cruel and mean,

with their judgmental gleams.

I stay away–

 too scared to stay.

Oh, I wish I had a way, 

maybe then I wouldn't decay.

God’s calling out my name.

I hear His voice.

“I am here, Lord 

Please help me come home–

I am lost and alone.

BY: Bernice Bowling

Hot Dogs and Flap Jacks (edited)

Hot dogs and flapjacks,

This heat is getting bad.

No air-- and I'm here,

Burning up in torture.

Sweating, wiping away

Big old drops of rain.

I need another cold shower.

I need winter.

I need ice.

I need a picture of the water.

Hot dogs and flapjacks--

I am burning up in torture.

Who turned on the grill?

Is that more heat I feel?

Man, this sweat is unreal.

My clothes are next to nothing.

I need My A/C.

Hot dogs and flapjacks--

I'm burning up in torture.

My skin is wet.

I lay in sweat,

Waiting up until morning.

That airman better hurry up--

I can wait until Monday morning.

Open the doors. Turn on the fans.

Hot and humid and too many rooms...

Why did we build such big houses?

Hot dogs and flapjacks--

I need the air conditioner bad.

Tonight, I'm sleeping out under the stars.

That house is way too stuffy.

Central air-- Oh, how I miss you.

By Bernice Bowling :)

Mixed Messages

Stamp out blossoms blooming freely

Tree’s of unwelcomeness, swiftly swaying 

Time bombs vastly ticking

Crossing wires electrifying, distance

Storms a coming

Rain descends

Dancing leaves rustle

Trouble brewing volcanic eruptions

Furries rage

Night never-ending

Far distant cry’s

Further into night

Frantic chanting winds

blowing way out

Silently listening

Humming voice within

Quietly speaking

Trust.

There is a way

Whispering winds blow

Shy away shy away

Pathways of light

Illuminating darkness

Stand firm

Dissolving waters 

Wash away

Sands of time

BY: Bernice Bowling