Retirement

There is a pulse to the movements we make,

A rhythm that we follow that we do not hesitate.

A pattern of life, a routine if you please,

Rarely do we sniff the roses or feel the breeze.

But once in a while you take a deep gulp of air,

You settle down and settle in your comfy chair.

Life slows to a crawl and seems to feel alright,

Your muscles relax and things feel alright.

The bills will get paid though how you do not know,

The kids will get older and the quarrels will go.

The job will get easier and the boss will finally get off your back,

He will take some of the burdens off you and give you some slack.

It is retirement time and the summer is easy,

So lean back and treat life as easy peasy.

No worries, no troubles, the children are grown,

Your legacy is in and so what if you are not known.

You watch television by the hour and play scrabble with the wife,

You put together puzzles and blog on the computer, there is no strife.

Days drift on and years pass in this heavenly bliss,

Keep it simple stupid is your motto, just KISS.

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A piece of the Wandering Jew: rough and unedited.

Chapter escape

 

The morning of the bat mitzvah three carriages that should have been in route to the synagogue were instead heading for the ship that would take them to safety.  The first coach contained the Baron’s brother and his wife and four children.  The second contained Frieda and Barouch and a few of the servants that were important to the family.  The third was coming in from St. Petersburg.  It contained only one passanger, the Baron.  He took a convoluted route to the boat to avoid any of the Synods men. The Baron was indeed in a bad situation. Upon leaving St. Petersburg and heading for the boat his carriage passed a road where he saw in the distance a small troop of Calvary in pursuit of him. He would not make the boat.  If he went to it now the calvary would find out where his relatives were and arrest them or even worse.  No instead of going to the boat he now headed in a direction away from the boat.  He was leading them on a goose chase.

The Baron did not know Boris Chernobog, if he had he would have known he was scheduled to be assassinated.  The Baron assessed his situation.  He had only two weapons in the carriage.  One was a sword he had which he had brought back from the battles he was in a long time ago. That was a weapon to be used in close quarters.  But the other weapon was also for up close combat.  It was a blunderbuss.

Two weapons useless for the situation.  He thought of his coach driver.  Bizan’-Machta an old man who had been his driver for years.  Lean but strong even in his later years.  He realized that his driver had no weapons.  Only his weapons would surfice.  He went to the inside window and opening the little window yelled up to his driver, “Drive fast, we are being persude”

Bizan’Machta did not need to respond.  He cracked his whip and the team burst ahead.  In the cabin the Baron prepared for the battle he figured would happen soon.  He pulled out the two weapons.  The saber and the blunderbuss.

This weapon was a gift to the Baron from his cousin, Joseph Trumpeldor.  He had picked it up from a freighter who had taken it from a pirate raid.  The Blunderbuss is  a short-barreled large-bored gun with a flared muzzle, used at short range.

 

 

From a distance the pursuers could see the coach.  Boris had with him four of his Cossack buddies.  He was under the orders of the Synod to handle the people involved with the killing of the “Mad Monk”  The abbot Arseni figured to wipe out the purpetrators of the assasinatiion to prevent anyone from looking at the Synod under a microscope.  Better to wipe out the men associated with the killing than have the Duma investigate what happened.  Bury the man and bury the incident.  Boris had been dispatched to follow the Baron once he left St. Petersburg.  He noted immediately that the Baron was not heading to his residence and wondered where he was going.  In the beginning he and his four comrades hung back to see where the Baron was heading.  But once the coach ahead of them picked up speed Boris realized that he had been discovered and the Baron was trying to get away.

The chase was on.  Traveling quickly the coach headed down the mountainous road  The road had the mountain on the right and a cliff towards the left.  The cliff was a sheer drop to the bottom.  It would crowd anyone trying to get along side the left side of the coach.  The heavy coach did not stand a chance of outdoing five men on horseback. The driver was well versed in driving a coach and the team of two horses were top of the line.  But they could never outrun the five steeds which came up swiftly behind them.  The Cossacks  did not shoot at the coach wanting  instead to stop it.  What they had in mind was still up in the air.  The Baron could for see an execution by the side of the road.  He was not a meek man.  He would go out fighting.

Within a short period of time the Cossacks came up on the speeding coach.  It was inevitable that they would win the race.  One Cossack came right up to the window of the coach.  He seemed to be smiling anticipating the execution of the Baron with glee.  As he came close the Baron raised the Blunderbuss to the window and shot him in the face.  With only four feet between them the blast knocked the Cossack off his horse and he rolled on the ground with half of his head torn off.

The man behind the killed Cossack now fell in behind the coach.  The other three now watched out for the blunderbuss.  In the back of his mind Boris figured it would take the Baron time to reload and during this time he road pass the window on the other side and came up to the driver.  He yelled, “Stop or I will shoot!”

Bizan’-Machta felt he had nothing to lose.  If he stopped it would mean certain death. Instead he spurred his horses on with a snap of his whip.  Then with a side motion he tried to whip Boris.  He was to short and he flailed the whip in the air.  Boris took this action against him and fired his pistol at the driver hitting him in the side.  The coach driver lost control of the reigns and the horses with no reign control left the road and headed to the edge of the cliff.  The coach hit a rough spot in the road and this caused the coach to separate from the horses.  The horses ran to the right and the momentum of the coach was to the edge of the cliff.

Bizan’Machta could not regain the reigns With determination he had to decide whether to follow the coach off the cliff or jump. He yelled at the window for the Baron to jump but the Baron could not understand him.  The Baron was busy packing the blunderbuss for another shot.  He did not realize the coach was heading off the road and towards the cliff’s edge.

Bizan’Machta jumped before the coach went off the cliff.  He rolled almost to the end but finally stopped.  The coach fell over the edge with the Baron inside.  Slowly the driver stood up holding his side with blood oozing out.  The four Cossacks rode up.  The driver raised his hand indicating he was surrendering. He secretly had the hope they would just leave him alone and maybe he could survive.  Unfortunately Boris was pissed that he lost a man.  An eye for an eye was in Boris’s eyes.  He shot the poor servant in the chest and the man fell in a thud to the side of the cliff.  The four men dismounted and looked down the cliff;s edge.  The coach had not fallen all the way down the mountain but instead was hung up on a ledge a hundred feet down.

Boris decided that it was insane to send one of his men to go down and check on the condition of the Baron. He figured there was  no way that the Baron could live through the crash.  And if some reason he did survive it was miles to civilization in this desolate area and by the time he climbed up he would die soon after.  He had one of his men retrieve the dead Cossack and left to report back to the Abbot Arseni. As for the driver he left him there.  Wolves would dispose of the body.

 

Cricket

It was a cricket in a lobby of a hotel.   A nice lady decided to save its life.

She picked up the creature in her hands and gently took  it outside.

She placed it outside on the ground. Then she went back inside and headed for the elevator. I watched. She had a smug satisfaction smile on her face.

She had saved a creature.

The crow swooped down out of nowhere. It promptly ate the cricket.

The woman never knew it happened. I did not want to tell her the truth. By doing her action she actually placed the cricket in harm’s way.

Sometimes our actions can be misinterpreted.

How I feel about the current situations in Washington

Logic

There is an earthquake happening in my enormous and swelled head,

There are schisms and divisions that cause my brain cells to have bled.

I am like Spock, logic is something I can fathom and understand,

I can correct problems once I have a strategic and logical plan.

But random and separate thoughts that are not based on simple reason,

That are based on imaginary thought patterns based on the seasons.

I can not justify them nor verify the ambiguity for it is silly,

It is like saying that Mount Everest is just a mound that is hilly.

I need logic and my brain calls out for straight rhyme and reason,

Anything else causes friction and burns that ruin my skin with a lesion.

So arguing with the types of people who will live in the world of fantasy,

Leads me down the path of illogical conclusions and believing in fallacy.

Black is black and white is white and gray is some other color a mixture in some way,

These are things that are easy to identify and do not rack my brain apart,

They are easy for me and truthfully I am not a genius, maybe just smart.

So agreeing to argue and letting you believe in crap,

Is not for me, I refuse to agree to your inane trap.

I will not grant you the time of day and let it go like that,

You sir are wrong and the conclusion stupid and a fact is a fact.

Cleo and her asp.

Edit

30 BC Cleopatra VII, Queen of Egypt, commits suicide.
On this day In history the Queen commits suicide.

How did she do this

 

 

After Caesar’s assassination in 44 BC, she aligned with Mark Antony in opposition to Caesar’s legal heir, Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus (later known as Augustus). With Antony, she bore the twins Cleopatra Selene II and Alexander Helios, and another son, Ptolemy Philadelphus (her unions with her brothers had produced no children). After losing the Battle of Actium to Octavian’s forces, Antony committed suicide. Cleopatra followed suit, according to tradition killing herself by means of an asp bite on August 12, 30 BC.[8]

Two things I note. One with her brothers she had no children. Inbreeding brings problems. And two she dies from the asp. A traditional method of killing oneself. I wonder if the asp is a symbol from the garden of Eden. It caused Adam and Eve eviction and now is used as an evil executioner of Cleo.

According to Plutarch (quoted by Ussher), Cleopatra tested various deadly poisons on condemned persons and concluded that the bite of the asp (from aspis – Egyptian cobra, not European asp) was the least terrible way to die; the venom brought sleepiness and heaviness without spasms of pain. The asp is perhaps most famous for its alleged role in Cleopatra’s suicide[3] (some believe it to have been a horned viper),[1][4] though in 2010, German historian Christoph Schaefer and toxicologist Dietrich Mebs, after extensive study into the event, came to the conclusion that rather than enticing a venomous animal to bite her, Cleopatra actually used a mixture of hemlock, wolfsbane and opium to end her life.[5]

With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool
Be angry, and dispatch.

—Cleopatra, Act V, scene II

Antony and Cleopatra

Cleo was thirty nine when she died. She killed herself when Anthony her main guy died. He killed himself by throwing himself on a spear when he was informed of her death which was not true. She heard he was dead and committed the asp bite. Sounds like Romeo and Juliet to me. I have informed my wife that upon my death she is to leave our asps alone.

 

There are some people I wish would play with an asp. Do you have any in mind?

Two books on Amazon

Finally, I took the time and published two books.  They are both on  Amazon.com

Go to Amazon, go to books.  Type in Short Stories and other stuff and my second book will come up.  It is a compilation of material I used on my blog for the past five years.  I kept the price low.  It is a great read for people on the go.  Short stories are only one to three pages long.  I hope you guys like it.

The other venture I did was a serial killer novel with a twist.  It is only a hundred or so pages.  If you are into serial killers give it a try.

I would appreciate feedback and can be reached at awax@tampabay.rr.com.  I look forward to hearing from you.

Product Details

Short Stories and Other Stuff

Nov 2, 2017

by Barry Wax

Paperback

$6.65Prime  I kept it as cheap as possible.  The cat is Morris who we loved greatly.  He is in cat heaven chasing the spirits of mice.  You will find the stories inside this book are short and good reading.  I spent over two years compiling them.  It is a good read when you are in a hurry.  If you wish an autographed book let me know in comments and I will send you one.

Why I do not run for office!

Caught between a rock and a hard place,

Why it is difficult to condemn in haste.

As a young lad I was taught sexual prowess was a fact of life,

Never did it enter my primitive mind did it lead to strife.

 

Pardon the expression but it was okay to “cop a feel”

It was accepted and in most circles no big deal.

Pinching the behind with fingers adept,

Either while the girl was awake or slept.

 

We saw this on television and in movies galore,

You were a A-male with trophies which people adore.

You were the man of the hour and on top of your game.

If you did not participate you were considered lame.

 

I on the other hand put women on a pedestal with restraint,

Anything other than kissing on the lips with permission I hesitate.

I was not the aggressor just wanted a movie and meal,

Dating to me was not conquest and keeping it real.

 

Now seventy- two I will admit to 47 years of marriage to the same lass,

Clean living and loving, a most enjoyable and pleasant task.

Three children now grown and three grandchildren to boot,

If I were a pirate I would think of this as my loot and root.

 

So clean am I that I can state,

I have no baggage and to this to Congress I shall relate.

I am better than the President who sank deep into moral morass,

Better than many a Congress person who acted like a true ass.

 

Would I consider election to the Senate or House?

No I will avoid corruption and stay true to my wonderful spouse.