Counting Dots – Connecting Dots

Approximately a week ago I counted the dots beneath my computer’s homepage

slideshow.

A perfectionist a recount proved ‘thirty-three’ exact correct choices from which to pick. 

Many of those pages had ‘three’ different selections – point and click.

A high percentage of articles found were ’bout pros ‘n cons –  facts ‘n opinions – 

enough reads each morn to turn a healthy person into state of emotionally sick.

A wise decision many made was to limit time on social media and use their creativity

to participate in fun ideas far from the world’s picture bleak.

One day post-pandemic perhaps the ‘real’ truth will prevail and intelligent humans

blessed with common sense will then connect the dots and color the images

within them. 

Stay safe! Keep faith!

 

 

 

 

Friday the 13th – An Imbecile

Superstition
Friday thirteen
Overthink association
Fan’s bad luck unforeseen

Magical thinking during night
One 1.32K app fans’ actions opposite delight
Saved ‘n shared video one of several Supermes
90.5K times another’s work – idea gain popularity  

Beneath the glowing cube of chosen pics
Foreign language ‘German’ hashtag read
Emoji – from this painting protect yourself
Thanks Google Translate for this morn’s help

Tis sad when person’s main intentions enjoyment fun
Jealousy, haters, spoilers and constant rule breakers
Top of list fan comments state ‘not yours’  reporting you hun 
Record time my creation imbecile’s site gone – wise decision block her.

I  mmature
M aneuver
B ackfires
E xploitation
C aught
I mitation
L oses out
E radication 

Amateur Detective

Profile reviewer
Background checks fatigue success
Warnings alarm bells

© 2018 June Quintin
 

Typical Afternoon

Tis hot and humid outdoors 90 plus degrees
Sad I sweat windows down can't afford fix A/C

Transfer dollars bank to bank require usage ATM
Bank lobby men 'end of life' converse morbid Amen

Survival overheard gruesome details kept lunch down
Afternoon agenda shop closest supermarket hometown 

Slowly walk pushing basket up and down crowded aisles
Realization community frowners missing beautiful smiles

Six self-checkout machines non-stop spurt directions
Quick irritant customers chastise speak loud objections

Groceries onboard vehicle low mileage popular model SUV
Drive home low on gas unknown whereabouts station attendee

Grocery purchases unpacked safe cupboards some fridge stored 
Quiet time access PC mailroom partake personal beverage reward  

Surprise! Surprise! Excessive amount mail awaits thou view
Leave bulk of laughable contents another day posts in review. 

Fun choice write 'bout laughable afternoon excursion
Experimental follower count reader like versus aversion

Struggle feel abundance rejection writers certain face 
Older folk sad apparent limitation amidst beloved human race.

© 2018 June Quintin
 

School Prayer a 15-year old’s version

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the State.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible,
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy', our Senior King.
It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot, My soul please take!
Amen.

NOTE:
A 15-year old teen wrote the above prayer IMO quite Awesome.
In the US The Lord's Prayer is not allowed in most Public schools.
The student received an A+ for this entry. Bravo!!

Tired of Fakes

Looking new love connection
Down-to-earth good direction

Timing, intangible hex entity
Onboard prior faceless flex enemy

Revelation personal inopportune
Expectations harmonious fail bloom

Unknowns masqueraded behind PCs peep
Unfortunate assortment pics utmost creeps

Shame man seem nice 'til conversational screwup
Monogamous reluctant mere in search FWBs hookup 

Lusting after demoiselle promiscuous fruitcake
Wrong profile clicked on - wise woman no flake

Take self plus supply magical blue thrill pills
Bypass door no interest turn shades blue pastel

Fashionista private agency idea near future hire
Expensive decision background checked magnifiers.

© 2018 June Quintin