Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Chippendales

Today, I decided to post one for the ... er ... the mature ladies of the world.  

I don't know if you've ever gone to see male strippers, but I've been there.  Well, to be honest, it was only one time.  

My friends took me to see them on my 40th birthday, but it truly was wild and sexy and it implanted some really nice memories.


Sexy Mail Stripper


Visiting the Chippendales
by CJ Heck

Back when I turned forty, 
some friends took me 
to see the male strippers. 

I never knew 
there was a place 
you could go 
where there was 
so much action 

without 
ANY
action.

We were small dots 
in a sea of faces, 
distorted by the 
strobing lights 
set to music, 
sexy, seductive, 
and LOUD,
 
but it had to be loud 
to hear it above 
the screaming women ... 

(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM) 

“Take it OFF! Throw it HERE!” 

(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM) 

“Shake it, Ooo baby! Take it ALL off!” 

(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM) 

while a tan, muscled,
sexy young stud
humped and ground 
a well-packed G-string 
in a woman’s face

two 
seats 
down.

I remember thinking,
HO-LY CRAP, 
what if I’m next?

Mama always told me
'look but don’t touch' 

but somehow, 
the not touching 
was SO much easier 
when I was five ...


[From CJ's book, "Anatomy of a Poet"]



"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck

Friday, July 8, 2011

Lady Bug



My Lady Bug 
by CJ Heck

Hi there little lady bug,
whatcha doing on my arm?
Please don’t fly away.
I won’t bring you any harm.

I’m glad to have you with me.
I was feeling so alone.
Somehow I got me turned around.
I can't find my way back home.

I only took a little walk
behind a pretty butterfly.
Now I’m really scared and lost
and I think I’m going to cry.

Stay with me my lady bug,
please don’t fly away, 
and when my mommy finds me,
come home with me and stay.

I’ll let you share my bedroom
and when it’s dark at night,
Mommy leaves the lamp on.
Monsters hate it when it’s light.

Hey, that sounds like Mommy!
It is! She’s calling me!
Now you'll get to meet her.
You’ll like her, wait and see.

Lady bug, where you going?
I'll bet you're going home too.
Thanks for being lost with me.
Bye lady bug -- I love you.




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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Preschool Poem: "Ten Little Piggies"

Ten Piggies

Ten Little Piggies

by CJ Heck 

Ten little piggies
standing in a line.
Mom and daddy told me
the piggies ALL are mine!

One by one we point to them.
Every piggy gets a name,
and then a place he goes to.
I really LOVE this game!

When Mommy sings the song,
I see ten piggies wiggle,
then when Mommy kisses them,
it makes me smile and giggle!

When the game is over,
we put them in warm socks.
Hmmm ... just how many piggies
does a mom and daddy gots? 




"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck


Monday, July 4, 2011

Short Story: In Honor of Life

Beautiful Flowers

by CJ Heck


It was Memorial Day and, as she did every year, Sharon Cleary drove to the Eternity Gardens Cemetery with three of the prettiest spring bouquets she could find.

She took this day seriously. It was her private, personal time to honor family members who died in war. It was her way to show she cared.

One bouquet was always for Great-Grampa, "PJ" Mullerton, who died in a bunker during the first world war. Another bouquet was for Uncle Theo Tarns, who was killed when his bomber was shot down in the second world war.

She had never met Uncle Theo, but she was still fiercely proud of him and, as with great-grampa, forever indebted to him for his service. The last bouquet of flowers was always the most difficult for her. She always made sure this bouquet was the largest and most colorful of the three. This one had to be special. It was for Daddy.

Sharon was only six when she hugged Steven Cleary's neck tightly for the last time at the airport in Stewartsville. She remembered crying and pleading with him to stay. "Please, Daddy, don't go. I will miss you and so will Mommy. Please stay with us. We need you." She knew her father had been just as sad to leave them. She saw the tears he silently wiped from his cheek after he hugged her and then turned to hug and kiss her mother.

Steven had been killed in action in Vietnam six months later, a decorated soldier and a hero. Her mother, Sarah Cleary-Buddig, had eventually framed his medals and they still hung on the wall beside his picture over the fireplace. Sharon remembered what a sorrowful time that had been, after the family learned of his death. But as sad as she had been, she had never felt so completely helpless as she did, hearing her mother sobbing into her pillow at night and not knowing how to comfort her.

Sharon had been so lost in thought that she nearly missed Uncle Theo's grave. She had to turn and walk back two rows and she chided herself for not paying more attention. After she finished her prayers and was done talking to Uncle Theo, she took a deep breath -- it was time to find Daddy. Her heart always felt like it was in her throat as she walked the steep path to the upper section where her father rested in the Cleary family plot.

Just as she reached the top, she noticed an elderly woman bending over one of the older headstones on the left. Sharon watched in silence as the woman tenderly kissed a folded paper and then slipped it under a vase of roses on the flat marble headstone. Then she adjusted the small American flag that was stuck in the ground to the right of the marker.

As she stood, she suddenly turned and their eyes met. Sharon was stunned. She could almost feel the woman's thoughts through the look on her face and what was in her eyes. Then just as quickly, the moment was gone and the woman had turned away.

How amazing, Sharon thought, as she watched the woman walk slowly back down the path towards the entrance gate. The woman was crying -- I could see her tears, Sharon thought -- but she had the most beautiful smile on her face at the same time. Sharon felt compelled to go over to the headstone and read the letter the woman had so carefully tucked under the vase.

"To my husband, my lover, my friend:
I will always love you.
I hope you like the roses.
All my love forever,
Your Maeve"

She read the short note and, now crying herself, the words filled her with a beautiful new awareness. She could almost see the wheels of time turning the days and months to years, and then you realize that it's been a whole lifetime that a loved one has been gone. One day, like a bucket with a hole, you can see the sands of grief sifting slowly through, and instead of mourning their death, you begin to celebrate everything they meant to you in life.

Sharon closed her eyes and, as she replaced the letter under the vase of roses, she quietly thanked the elderly woman and walked back to her family plot. Then she placed her third bouquet on the engraved marble monument for her father.

And as Sharon thanked Steven Adam Cleary once more for being her father, she remembered the love and the good times they did have together. This time when Sharon cried, she could also smile -- and the tears were tears of joy.



"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck


Sunday, July 3, 2011

Ride, Buffalo, Ride: by John A. Roof

John on Lisa
It was getting close to the fourth of July and there was always a big celebration in Cimarron, New Mexico. At the time, I was working as a burro wrangler at Harlan Camp.

We had been in the high country for three weeks and I was hoping that Bill Leach, my Camp Director, would let me have a couple of days off around the fourth. I always enjoyed going to the rodeo and, of course, checking out the girls.

Cimarron was a small town located at the mouth of the Cimarron Canyon and on the Cimarron River just on the edge of the high country and the plains which lead to the Texas flat lands and Lubbock, Texas.

I was going to college there at Texas Tech University, and working on an art degree in studio painting, which my father considered to be a waste of time.

This was also my third year at Philmont Scout Ranch and, in my mind anyway, there was no place greater in the world to be than there.

Later that day, Bill Leach said I could have the Fourth off, if the staff would let him have July 20 off so he could watch the first moon landing. Steve, the other staff member, had no problem with either one of us having our desired days off. He just wanted to have three days later that month so he could go to Denver for a weekend. So it was set. I would have the fourth off.
The problem with being in the high country camps was, even if you had the day off, you might not be able to get in because there was no traffic to the camps. So you would have to hike in or wait for a ride to show up.

I decided to take a different route. I was going to ride my horse, Lisa, in to headquarters. It was faster than hiking and I thought it would be a great experience, being on horseback for part of the day alone, and taking in the beauty of the landscape from the back of a horse. As a little boy, I had always dreamed of being a cowboy -- back then, I think everyone wanted to be.

The day of my departure, I grained the burros, cleaned the corral, gave a lesson on burro packing and showed the scouts how to tie a diamond hitch so their equipment would not fall off. 

Then I gathered my things, shoved them in the saddle bags, checked out with Bill, and headed for the corral. I saddled up Lisa, tied on the saddle bags, swung into the saddle and I headed out. I was really looking forward to this ride.
I followed the trail which led to Camp Cimmarroncito, between Deer Lake Mesa and Antelope Mesa. I had hiked this trail many times, when I was a Ranger, but this was the first time I had on horseback. I was hoping I wouldn't run into any bears.

I had been riding fence a couple of weeks before and Lisa and I ran across a bear at one of the stock ponds and she really gave me a ride. I don’t think she likes them very much.

I checked my map and ahead was a cut off that would lead into the pasture and on down to headquarters. I found the cut off, it was old and not used very much, so it was like unexplored territory. I followed the trail till I found the first fence gate, dismounted, opened the gate and went through. I rode for the better part of an hour and then came to two gates. Without checking my map, I took the gate to the right, figuring that was headed the correct direction towards Headquarters.

After a while, I saw some cattle up ahead and I thought I would investigate. As I got closer, I pulled my rope and thought maybe I would do a little roping. “Wow! Those are some big Angus cows!” I spoke out loud to the open spaces. I didn’t know the ranch had any Angus Cattle. The closer I got, the bigger they looked. “Those are the biggest Angus I have ever seen!” I said again out loud to no one.



Then in a flash, it came to me. “Shit! I'm in the buffalo pasture! Oh hell ...” this time, speaking even louder, again to no one.

For the next few minutes, all you could hear were my spurs singing as I pushed Lisa into a hard run and headed for the nearest gate.

Coming up on a small rise, I dismounted, making sure I was not being followed by any of the buffalo. Quickly, I checked my map and located the closest gate out of the pasture and headed straight for it.

Once I was out of the buffalo pasture, I again spoke out loud, but this time it was to my horse, “Okay, Lisa, this is OUR little secret. We won’t tell ANYONE that we were in the buffalo pasture.”

We continued our ride to headquarters and then had a great Fourth of July.

The whole time I was in headquarters, and while I was at the rodeo, there was a smile on my face. The ride back on July 5 was not as exciting but it was a ride back in time and the beauty of the west. I was in the saddle early that morning and I am still in the saddle, in my thoughts.

An Honest to God True Story
Happy trails.
John A. Roof


About the Author

John and Betsy Roof
John Roof graduated from Texas Tech in December, 1973, with a BFA in studio painting.

Bill the Calf and the Ride Down the Road

The Walk: Short Stories of a Teenage Boy in the 60's

Visit John's Website

John and his wife, Betsy, live in their home amid  the wildflowers and fruit trees in Staples, Texas, where they are accomplished artists and photographers.  They also love to build and restore antique furniture together.

He's one of the nicest and most regular guys you'll ever want to meet.

John is fond of saying, he has found his garden ...



"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck


Saturday, July 2, 2011

Defining True Beauty

"Oh, that's so beautiful!" This is what we say, or think, when we watch the sun set over the ocean, see a spectacular view, a flower garden in full bloom, or even a good-looking man or woman.

But, where does our appreciation of that beauty originate? Where does our ability come from to understand what beauty is? It's in our own consciousness.

The essence of who and what we are is beauty. That can't be found in the sunset, a face, or a view. Those only awaken the essence of beauty within our own spirit. It's something we sense within ourselves.  It emerges in our character as virtue, and in our life as care. What is virtue, anyway, but love in action?

Can beauty be defined with regard to people? Sure it can. There are two types of beauty, physical and spiritual. Physical beauty is subjective. We want to like what we see in our mirror. It can be bought through plastic surgery, cosmetics, clothes and so on, if you have the money. Physical attractiveness is appealing to the senses, but it's a fake beauty, based on society's superficial standards. 

I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to look and feel our best. Everyone does something for beauty, but that isn't true beauty.

Spiritual beauty is true beauty, because it comes from within the heart and the soul of a person. When someone has a beautiful soul, their presence can be sensed by others.

Spiritual beauty comes through awareness and from knowing there is a higher power who gives us the strength and confidence we need to live the best life we can. With it comes peace, confidence, and inner happiness. Spiritual beauty gives us an inner glow that others are drawn to, because they also sense and  feel the awareness and beauty.

Feeling good spiritually has other benefits, too.  It makes us want to take care of ourselves and our health, which, in turn, is good for our overall physical appearance. We gain inner balance by knowing who we are, and knowing we are beautiful, spiritually. As a result, we attract spiritual people into our lives, people who love the whole of us:  our mind, our body, and our soul.

The next time you say, "Oh, that's so beautiful!"  Remember, you speak of yourself.  It is you who are beautiful. You always were. You always will be.

Now that's beauty ...


"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck



Thursday, June 30, 2011

Little People

I really miss my daughters and my grandchildren tonight.  They're spread all up and down the east coast and tonight it feels like they're a million miles away.  Oh I call and talk to them on the phone, but there's nothing that compares to a real hug and being able to see and touch them.  Besides, I just know all the kisses and hugs I gave my grandchildren for their "heart pockets" are used up, by now, and it's time to refill them ...

Bethany, Heather, and Carrie


Little People
by CJ Heck

Footsteps on the staircase 
hand prints on the walls 
tiny fingers dripping things 
up and down the halls. 

Voices all in unison 
calling out my name 
arguing and pointing 
and saying who’s to blame. 

Dishes in the sink 
couch cushions on the floor 
clean and dust, then fall in bed 
tomorrow will bring more. 

Those times are etched in memory 
my children now are grown 
but I’ll gladly have it all again 
when my grandkids all come home.


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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Magic Banana, Part 2




A Children's Story - Part 2 
by CJ Heck



... I know this is true , because someone who's been there told me to tell you. 

The two suns and their rainbow had slipped down from the sky when Lambie and B Bear finally sat down to eat the food in the picnic basket. They had walked along the path in silence all day. Now they were deep in the frightening Everlie Woods and they were very glad the two purple moons burned so brightly in the evening sky.

Lambie asked B Bear, "How do you know we're going in the right direction, B Bear?"

B Bear told her that he didn't really know for sure. He was just following his nose because his father always told him, "Son, the nose knows!"

Then Lambie asked, "Do you suppose we WILL get to the other side of Everlie Woods? Do you suppose the great Wallah of Poobah can help us get Monkey back? Will we be able to find our way home again? I DO want to grow up, B Bear!"

Poor Lambie, thought B Bear. She's so kind and gentle and she's VERY worried, just like I am. I have to try and get her mind away from this awful situation, if only for a few minutes. "Lambie, what do you want to be when you grow up?" he asked as he dug through the picnic basket for another sandwich.

"I want to be just like my Mother, B Bear. She's a nurse and she's very pretty. I want to be a pretty and fisticated nurse just like my Mother."

B Bear scratched his head, thinking. Then with a puzzled look on his fuzzy face, he asked, "Pretty and a nurse, okay. But Lambie, WHAT is fisticated?"

Lambie found his question very odd. B Bear was smart and yet he didn't know something! Lambie answered, "B Bear, that's what my father always tells mother. He tells her she is a good nurse, very pretty, and so fisticated."

B Bear heard this and, because he WAS smart, he began to laugh. He laughed until his tummy hurt. He laughed until his ribs ached. He laughed until tears overflowed his eyes and made wet trails down his fuzzy brown cheeks! He was about to tell Lambie why it was so funny when, all of a sudden, there was a loud booming voice!

"QUIET!"

"Who said that?" asked Lambie and B Bear at the very same time.

"It is I", came the booming voice again. "I am the Keeper of The Silence!"

B Bear looked all around, but all he could see was a very tall, orange tree. "Who is talking?" asked B bear. "Is that you, tree? Trees don't talk!"

"QUIET! I am the Keeper of The Silence!" shouted the very tall orange tree again.

Lambie said, "Keeper of The Silence, please don't use that grouchy voice with us. We're on our way to see the great Wallah of Poobah to get our friend, Monkey, back. Could you please tell us if we are going in the right direction?"

"Yes, I'll tell you, IF you'll be QUIET!" he answered, pointing with one of his long branches. "You must turn left by that large blue rock over there. Then you will be going in the right direction. Now, GO!"

Lambie and B Bear finished their picnic and said thank you to the tall strange orange tree who was the Keeper of The Silence. Then, waving goodbye, they turned left at the large blue rock and continued on their journey. A short while later, they came upon a sign that said:

‘Wallah of Poobah, This Way’ ------>

B Bear and Lambie turned right and once again followed the path. They really missed Monkey. They hung onto the hope that the great Wallah of Poobah would be able to help them get their friend back.

After a while, Lambie and B bear decided they had to rest. They had been walking for hours and they were very tired. They sat down on a log by the side of the path. In the purple moonlight B Bear noticed a very large blue rock. He told Lambie that it looked very familiar. Lambie laughed and told him that all big blue rocks looked the same to her! B Bear began to laugh, too.

Suddenly, a voice boomed, "Quiet. QUIET! I said! I am the Keeper of The Silence and I said BE QUIET!"

"What? How could this be?" asked Lambie.

"I don't know," answered B Bear. "This is very strange!"

Somehow, the two friends had come in a full circle. They were right back where they had eaten their picnic hours ago. They were back at the large blue rock. They were back where the Keeper of The Silence had told them which way they should go!

Lambie asked the Keeper, "Didn't you tell us to turn left at that large blue rock over there?"

"Yes, yes of course!" shouted the Keeper of The Silence.

"Then why are we back here again?" asked Lambie.

"How am I supposed to know that?" sulked the Keeper of The Silence. "I told you which way to go, and ... I ... never ... lie."

Then Lambie remembered the sign they saw along the path. When she asked him about it, the Keeper of The Silence only muttered and shook his bushy orange leaves.

B Bear had been sitting quietly, listening to the conversation between Lambie and the Keeper of The Silence. He was thinking, and when B Bear was thinking, all sorts of important things went through his mind. All at once, he jumped to his feet, put his finger to his lips and said, "Shhhhh" to Lambie. B Bear then asked the very tall orange tree, "Mr. Keeper, what would happen if I turned RIGHT at the large blue rock over there?"

The Keeper coughed and cleared his throat. Then he said, "Well, if you do THAT, you will NEVER see the Wallah of Poobah!"

B Bear whispered to Lambie to follow him and they went exactly where the tall orange tree told them NOT to go -- they turned RIGHT.

"What are we doing, B Bear? Why are we going THIS way?" asked Lambie.

"Shhhhh ..." said B Bear. "Follow me, and hurry!"

... I know this is true , because someone who's been there told me to tell you. 

When they were past the place where the Keeper of The Silence was, past where the large blue rock sat, past the log where they sat down to rest, B Bear told Lambie what he had figured out. "Lambie! I know exactly why we went in circles!" cried B Bear excitedly. "This is Everlie Woods. We have been pronouncing it 'Ever-LEE'. Lambie, it isn't that at all! We should have pronounced it 'Ever-LIE'! I believe everything in Everlie Woods lies! When we came back to the same place we were hours ago and the Keeper of The Silence said he doesn't ever lie, I KNEW he had lied. That means the sign was a lie, too! EVERYTHING in Everlie Woods lies. If we want to get to the Wallah of Poobah, we must do the opposite of what anyone here tells us to do. It's sad, but when someone lies, you can't believe them, ever."

Poor B Bear and Lambie. They had so many problems. They walked all night. They watched as the two purple moons settled down into the trees to make room for the two bright suns and their rainbow. All through the night, they went in the opposite direction from where every sign pointed. They also turned in the opposite direction when anyone they met along the path told them which way they should be going.

When at last they reached the edge of Everlie Woods, they could see a huge castle off in the distance. It had to be the castle of the great Wallah of Poobah! Lambie and B Bear finally began to feel hopeful again. They ran as fast as their tired legs could carry them, straight to the castle where the wise and great man who had all the answers lived.

After a long wait in the hallway of the castle, it was finally their turn to see the Wallah of Poobah. It seemed like such a long time ago when Monkey disappeared because so much had happened since. It was hard for them to believe that it had only been yesterday morning.

The two best friends introduced themselves and then explained everything to the great Wallah. They told him about the first argument and making up. They talked about the long walk and Monkey's whining. Then they told him the last and worst thing ... how B Bear had pointed the banana at Monkey and wished his wish. Finally, they told him about the quiet, sad sound that took Monkey away. "Great Wallah, won't you please tell us how to get our friend, Monkey, back?" cried Lambie. "Can you help us?"

The Wallah thought and thought. Then he stroked his long white beard, and he thought some more. Suddenly, he raised a finger in the air and with a mighty voice, he proclaimed, "Aha! I see what the problem is and I know how to fix it! My two young friends, somehow, you got hold of a magic banana. They’re VERY rare you know. I’ve only seen one in my entire lifetime! Now, there's something very important that I must tell you about a magic banana. With a this kind of a banana, every action has an opposite reaction. Your banana is extra powerful here, because it also pulls even more magic from The Forest of Enchantment!

What you have to do is go back to where you last saw your friend. Listen to me carefully. Pick up your special banana and turn it around! Then you must point it at the place where your friend used to be and wish him back again! Ah yes,“ he muttered to himself, “every action has an opposite reaction!" Then he turned to them again and exclaimed, "Now go -- and hurry! You must go back to where you last saw your friend and unwish your wish!"

... I know this is true , because someone who's been there told me to tell you. 

Lambie and B Bear thanked the great Wallah of Poobah and said goodbye. Then, even though they were very tired, they ran all the way back through Everlie Woods and back to the edge of The Forest of Enchantment. Amazingly, they found the banana still lying on the ground right where B Bear had dropped it yesterday. B Bear picked it up, trying to feel its magic, but it didn't feel any different from any other banana. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes. Then he pointed the special banana at the same spot where Monkey had disappeared and shouted, "Monkey, come back! I don't WANT you to disappear!"

Nothing happened. Nothing at all. Then B Bear remembered the most important thing the Wallah of Poobah had told them. This was a magic banana and every action has an opposite reaction. This time, B Bear turned the banana around and pointed the other end at the spot where Monkey had been standing. He took another deep breath, closed his eyes tightly again, and this time slowly repeated, "Monkey, I wish you to come back! I don't WANT you to be gone!"
((( p o o f! )))

In an instant, Monkey was standing there just like he was yesterday morning! He was even brought back in the middle of a sentence. He was STILL whining about how hungry he was and asking why they couldn't stop NOW and just eat here. Monkey was so surprised when Lambie and B Bear ran over to hug him that he stopped whining and stared at them with eyes as big as dinner plates!

"Come on, Monkey, let's just go home." Said B Bear with a smile. “We have such a wonderful adventure to tell you about." Then he handed the very special banana to his hungry friend.

... I know this is true , because someone who's been there told me to tell you. 

You know what?  The very last time this someone saw them, they were headed towards home, hand in hand in hand. The three best friends were all together again and already looking forward to their next great adventure.




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