Thursday, September 23, 2010

Things to Consider in the Game of Life

“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good thing therefore that I can do,
or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or
neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.”
(Precise origin unknown. Variously attributed to Quakers Stephen Grellet, 1773-1855, and William Penn, 1644-1718, and to Mahatma Gandhi, 1869-1948, Indian leader.)

“The great use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it.”
(William James, 1842-1910, US psychologist and philosopher.)

“In one of my classes I ask my students to write on the subject, ‘If I were to die tomorrow, how would I live tonight?’ Answering this question always brings great insight.”

(Leo F Buscaglia, 1924-1998, teacher, writer and humanitarian, from his remarkable 1972 book, Love.)
“It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit.”
(Harry S Truman, 1884-1972, US President.)

“There is no greater happiness than freedom from worry, and there is no greater wealth than contentment.”

(Attributed to Lao Tsu, aka Lao Zi, legendary Chinese Taoist philosopher, supposed to have lived between 600-400BC.)

Thursday, July 29, 2010

3 New Haiku Poems: Hidden Fear, Mask of Lies and Pleasant Water by Erica M. Kadrmas

                          Hidden Fear (7/29/10)

                                                         A silent killer

                                           Hides in the darkness, waiting

                                                     For his next victim.

                          Mask of Lies (7/29/10)

                                                       Smiles are just a

                                              Mask of disguise that hides the

                                                   Truth and so much pain.

Pleasant Water (7/29/10)

Looking out across the

Lake, dreams of a better time

Play on my heartstrings.

Written by: Erica M. Kadrmas

Friday, July 2, 2010

Lies in Quotes

  • Round numbers are always false.- Dr. Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
  • A lie can travel halfway round the world while the truth is putting on its shoes. -Mark Twain (1835-1910)
  • Of course I lie to people, but I lie altruistically-for our mutual good. The lie is the basic building block of good manners.- Quentin Crisp (1908-1999)
  • Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well.-Samuel Butler (1835-1902)
  • I have been thinking that I would make a proposition to my Republican friends...That if they will stop telling lies about the Democrats, we will stop telling the truth about them.- Adlai Stevenson (1900-1965)
  • A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation.- Saki (1870-1916)
  • White lies always introduce others of a darker complexion.- William Paley (1743-1805)
  • O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive!- Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
  • A lie is an abomination unto the Lord and a very present help in trouble. -Adlai Stevenson (1900-1965)
  • No man has a good enough memory to make a successful liar. -Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
  • The liar's punishment is not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else. -George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)
  • In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths. -Graham Greene(1904-1991)
  • Repetition does not turn a lie into a truth.-Franklin D. Roosevelt (1882-1945)

Lies We Tell the Doctor #1

Nobody wants to be told that they are living an incorrect lifestyle by our medical doctor. And so we make things up to tell them in answer to their queries.

"I don't drink much. Maybe a glass or two a week."- You always lie about your drinking to anyone who asks. Whether it is your mother, your girlfriend, your best friend, or your doctor, the amount you drink isn't pertinent to your health. It is more of a judgement call of your character. If you drink, you're seen as a drunk, unless you are a wine connoisseur. If you drink hard liquor, which has no health-supporting properties, you are seen as a lush. Drinking beer means you a lazy slob. Is it any wonder that you lie when it comes to your personal relationship with booze?
"No, I never do drugs."- Not that you like to lie about drugs, but they are illegal for heaven's sake. What you take for fun isn't the sort of thing you want written down on your records. Nor do you want your doctor to know that you like doing drugs or that you might possibly have a tendency to do too many too often and against your better judgment. Lying about your illegal intake is all part and parcel of what you go to a doctor for: to have your ailments taken care of without having to change your habits. A good doctor would know you do drugs without asking anyway, wouldn't they?
"I am not taking any alternative remedies."- Well, not unless you consider snake oil, milk thistle, St. John's Wort, and the pint of my own urine that I drink every morning. When you go to an orthodox doctor, you tend to think they ask the question of alternative therapies much as a girlfriend would ask if you have been seeing anyone else. It isn't your health they are concerned about, it is your loyalty to them. If you are slipping over the road to the Happy Hippie Shop to buy some medicinal hemp, well, they should be able to tell if they are any good at being a physician.."
"There is no outstanding medical problems in my family."- There is no one problem. There are many. But who wants to tell their doctor this information when 1) it may take away all the fun of diagnosis for them, and 2) you may get told the depressing nwes that they know what ailment is going to eventually kill you. Why tell your doctor that your father has a bad heart and that your mother is on dialysis? Doesn't that jeopardize your sense of free will, all genetics aside? One more reason to not tell the truth about your medical history: who wants to stop drinking, smoking, eating fatty foods, and lying around the house because of a silly handful of the wrong DNA?
"Symptoms? I've not had any symptoms," or "Yes, yes, those are the symptoms I've been experiencing!"-  Neither of these will be true. This is because 1) if you have had some symptoms, you don't necessarily want to know that they are representative of some recognizable illness, or 2) you really want to believe that the symptoms you have are linked to something and you are not going mad as you feared. When you lie about this question you either want to be sick or don't want to be sick. As it is, we all end up lying about symptoms simply because the body plays tricks on us in memory and sensation. "Is that the pain I felt yesterday? I am not too sure."
"Why, yes, I am feeling better!"- This lie means that you do not intend to go back to the doctor again. The pain isn't getting better but you can't be bothered talking about it anymore....

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Funny Friendship Quotes from Famous People

Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate.
-Thomas Jones
Money can't buy friends, but you can get a better class of enemy.
 -Spike Milligan
We English are good at forgiving our enemies; it releases us from the obligation of liking our friends.
 -P. D. James
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
-Oscar Wilde
A benevolent man should allow a few faults in himself, to keep his friends in countenance.
 -Benjamin Franklin
The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.
 -Gilbert K. Chesterton
I got a lotta best friends. Some o' them I don't even hardly know! - Archie Bunker
We make our friends; we make our enemies; but God makes our next-door neighbour.
-Gilbert K. Chesterton
I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.
One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.
I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.
-Virginia Woolf
I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies all right. But my damn friends—they're the ones that keep me walking the floor nights!
 -Warren G. Harding
A friend who is near and dear may in time become as useless as a relative.
 -George Ade
A good friend can tell you what is the matter with you in a minute. He may not seem such a good friend after telling.
 -Arthur Brisbane

Funny Life Quotes - Funny Quotes about Life

It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and sometimes you weep.
-Carl Sandburg
Life is just a phase you're going'll get over it.
- Anonymous
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
 -Oscar Wilde

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
 -Jean-Paul Sartre

An autobiography is the story of how a man thinks he lived.

-Herbert Samuel

The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win you're still a rat.
 -Lilly Tomlin
For most men life is a search for the proper manilla envelope in which to get themselves filed.
 -Clifton Fadiman

Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.
 -Brendan Gill

Were it offered to my choice, I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults in the first.
 -Benjamin Franklin

No matter how bad things get, you got to go on living, even if it kills you.

-Sholom Aleichem

There are good days and there are bad days, and this is one of them.

-Lawrence Welk
The basic rule of human nature is that powerful people speak slowly and subservient people quickly -- because if they don't speak fast nobody will listen to them.
-Michael Caine
It's possible, you can never know, that the universe exists only for me. If so, it's sure going well for me, I must admit.

-Bill Gates

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.

-Will Rogers
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
 -Mark Twain

Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique and not too much imagination.

 -Christopher Isherwood

The cost of living's going up, and the chance of livin's going down.

-Flip Wilson
After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say "I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER." 
 -Willliam S. Burroughs

You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'.

-Chris Rock

Life is like stepping onto a boat which is about to sail out to sea and sink.

-Shunryu Suzuki Roshi

Nothing matters very much, and very few things matter at all.
-Arthur Balfour

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
 -Sean O'Casey

Life is so unlike theory.
-Anthony Trollope
There must be more to life than having everything.
 -Maurice Sendak
Life is like a cobweb, not an organization chart.
 -Ross Perot
Life is a horizontal fall.
-Jean Cocteau
In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.
 -Kathleen Norris

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Criticism of Society

Last night while walking home,

I struggled with the harsh criticism.

I heard the footsteps behind me,

And the horrendous taste of fear lingered in my mouth.

The voice behind me yelled.

Suspicion of disbelief enveloped me

Like the arms from a mother to her child.

I was the one in disguise.

No one could recognize me.

I was a victim of life.

I wanted to be creative, but the haunting words tormented my soul.

To those who choose to challenge me, I want one more fight.

If you can’t believe my story, then don’t read my writing.

Listen to the Voices

There was a street in the middle of nowhere,

That belonged to someone made of nothing.

Do this, do that,

The voices chatter in someone’s head.

Decisions are overwhelming,

Yet, you chose to create new enemies.

Lives are lost, and Death always wins.

Follow your heart,

Do what is right,

Live by today’s standards.

Do you constantly listen to the voices?

Chaos is a new found friend,

And rules defeat the purpose of another.

I heard that the voices said something odd,

And it has always been with you and will always be,

In your mind.

For what are the voices saying

That has you in such fear?

A Stranger Within

Hell humiliates a whisper while the wind whistles your grief.

The scent of man sends shame to all.

Victims claim freedom while captors face vengeance.

The curse on your grave corrupts the Judgment Day that will always be with you.

I give you permission to be excused to die.

The stranger in the shadows tempts the ghosts of the seducer.

You dare to dance while I spin my spell.

The flesh on your body that you call skin waits to be united with dust and rain.

Thunder roams the ears while the lightning burns through your heart.

The ticking of life slowly fades away.

Visions are ended into a solitary death.

Dreams play on the thoughts of the Immortal,

For the mortal shall die,

For they have ceased to find a resolution for Eternal life that only exists with Death.

The Scholar- A Poem Memoir

Years from now, when I am dead,

There will be the great scholars all to whom

Will sit around in their impressive libraries

Feeding their fat bellies wondering and pondering

Over the words of my youth

Asking of each other the meaning of each of my literary terms.

They will in turn ask their eager young students

To reach for new concepts not yet reflected upon by previous generations,

And oh I say to you, misguided youth,

Do not listen to these groveling old busy bodies.

They were once like you and yet they failed to reach their dreams.

There will be that one clever student amongst you,

The one that will please his elders and will grasp the idea

That they so desperately needed,

Only to one day realize that he, himself, has become another lonely educated scholar

Educated in really nothing,

Except another person’s dream.

October 2005 Erica M. Kadrmas

I Can't Sleep- A Poem

I can't sleep tonight for I worry about tomorrow.
I know that I can not predict the future of those I hold dear.
I can't sleep tonight for I have worries and pain.
I know that I can take a pill, at will,
To numb myself if even for a moment.
But, I know, too soon, I can't sleep tonight.
I can get up to start a day that I am unsure of
Or I can try to sleep and hope I can find rest, if it exists.

-Erica M. Kadrmas, May 30, 2010

Monday, May 24, 2010

Real Courtroom Testimony Quotes and Mistakes

Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-Five Years.
Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning?
A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Susan.
Q: This Myasthenia Gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
A: Yes.
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget? Can you give us an example of someting that you have forgotten?
Q: Now Doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year old,  how old is he?
Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?
Q: She had three children, right?
A: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?
Q: How was your first marriage terminated?
A: By Death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?
Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?
Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
Q: All your responses must be oral, ok? What school did you go to?
A: Oral.
Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.

Oneliner Quick Quotes

  • A Boss: Someone who's early when you're late and late when you are early.
  • Chinese Proverb No. 1: Man who run in front of car get tired; man who run behind car gets exhausted.
  • Chinese Proverb No. 2: Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok.
  • Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
  • Beauty is in the eyes of the beer holder.
  • Bacon and Eggs: a day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.
  • HECK is where people go who don't believe in GOSH.
  • A picture is worth 1,000 words, but it uses up 1,000 times the memory.
  • Remember that half the people you know are below average.
  • A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
  • How many of you believe in telekinesis? Raise my hand.
  • Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
  • Strange that psychics have to ask you for your name.
  • At the feast of ego, everyone leaves hungry.

The Priest and the Politician: A Lesson on Time Management, Being Late and Public Speaking

After thirty years in the same parish, Farther O'Malley was saying his farewells at his retrement dinner. An eminent member of the congregation- a leading politician- had been asked to make a presentation and a short speech, but was late arriving.

So the priest took it upon himself to fill the time, and stood up to the microphone:

" I remember the first confession I heard here thirty years ago and it worried me as to what sort of place I'd come to...That first confession remains the worst I've ever heard. The young man confessed that he'd stolen a TV from a neighbor and lied to the police when he was questioned, successfully blaming it on a known criminal. He said that he'd stolen money from his parents and from his employer; that he'd had affairs with several of his friends' wives; that he'd taken hard drugs, and had slept with his cousin and given her VD. You can imagine whatI thought... However, I am pleased to say that as the days passed, I soon realized that this sad young man was a frightful exception and that this parish was indeed a wonderful place full of kind and decent people..."

At this point the politician arrived and apologized for being late, and excited to take the stage, he immediately stepped up to the microphone and pulled his speech from his pocket:

"I'll always remember when Father O'Malley first came to our parish," said the politician, "In fact, I'm pretty certain that I was the first person in the parish that he heard in confession..."

Human Resources Tale

A highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically knocked down by a bus and killed. Her sould arrived at the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter welcomed her.

"Before you get settled in," he said, "We have a little see, we've never had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."

"Oh, I see." said the woman. "Can't you just let me in?"

"Well, I'd like to," said St. Peter, "But I have higher orders. We're instructed to let you have a day in hell and a day in Heaven, and then you are to choose where you'd like to go for all eternity."

"Actually, I think I'd prefer Heaven," said the woman.

"Sorry, we have rules..." at which St. Peter put the HR Manager into the downward bound elevator.

As the doors opened in Hell, she stepped out onto a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club; around her were many friends- past fellow executives, all smartly dressed, happy and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played a perfect round of golf and afterwards went to the country club where she enjoyed a superb steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil, who was actually rather nice, and she had a wonderful night telling jokes and dancing. Before she knew it, it was time to leave; everyone shook her hand and waved goodbye as she stepped into the elevator. The elevator went back up to Heaven where St. Peter was waiting for her.

"Now it's time to spend a day in Heaven," he said.

So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing, which was almost as enjoyable as her day in hell. At the day's end St. Peter returned.

"So," he said, "You've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in Heaven. You must choose between the two."

The woman thought for a second and replied, "Well, Heaven is certainly lovely, but I actually had a better time in hell. I choose hell."

Accordingly, St. Peter took her to the elevator again and she went back to hell.

When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends dressed in rags, picking up rubbish and putting it in old sacks. The Devil approached and put his arm around her.

"I don't understand," stuttered the HR Manager, "Yesterday I was here, and there was a golf course, and a country club, and we ate lobster, and we danced and had a wonderful happy time. Now all there is just a dirty wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."

The Devil looked at her and smiled. "Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're staff."

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Little Boys Poem

Little Boys

One day when I was a young child,

I looked into the mirror and my hair was too wild.

I climbed on the toilet and up on the sink,

I looked into the mirror and gave myself a wink.

The small shiny scissors twinkled oh so bright,

And all of the sudden I heard the fright.

To my mom’s surprise she was shocked at the sight,

I went to bed singing into the night.

When I awoke the next morning, I crawled out of my crib,

And I could hear my mom telling the neighbor a fib.

I crept to the bathroom and checked out my new ‘do,

Took out the toilet cleaner and now my hair is all blue.

My mom burst out laughing, pointing and crying.

Perhaps, tomorrow I’ll be spinning and flying.

(Poem Inspired by Erica M. Kadrmas three sons: Xavier, Tanner, and Hunter on

March 5, 2007).

The Mending Flower

The Mending Flower

(Poem inspired by Beloved Grandmother Hattie Kadrmas April 25, 2007)

Thou art the fairest, most delicate teacup blossom in my garden,

Yet, you stature has held the test of time.

Wars were fought; tears were shed; but ‘tis your awe and delicate beauty that tugs at the heart of men.

The untouched lips of the lonely felt the warmth of your glow.

Alas, I hear your sweet song whispering into the wind.

Thou art the willow that sways near your shadow.

The lonely experience your precious spirit; a precious Angel to dance a smile to the tear; a companion to the widow; a lover to the unloved and a parent to the orphan.

Oh, sweet Dear One, thou art honored to have been graced and blessed to have lived while you lived.

To kiss your cheek for one last time,

‘Tis truly awesome the honor and splendor one blessed life had on so many.

My dear, sweet, treasured and beloved, may you always know the love my soul has felt for you,

And the lives you have touched, and that you children call you blessed.

Your Granddaughter sends one last kiss and tears your way, wanting to lend a hand to your legacy, Oh Mending Flower.

Let me be your shining example and live my life like the angel you were.

Written by Erica M. Kadrmas

Haiku Poetry and Short Shorts

True Love

Rain from Heaven


God’s tears.

Time Passing

(June 16, 1999)

The wrinkle

Of time lay


Towards a life

That is relaxed.

The Tiny Bird’s Last Song

(June 16, 1999)

Sprawling near the grass

Sits a sad little bird

Waiting to sing the last song.

Poems written by Erica M. Kadrmas

An Outsider

In the vast, eerie midnight, the hushed lake is embraced to a still water.

The witching hour slowly approaches as the stroke of midnight slowly descends.

In the musty, metallic backwoods the martyr dome rises like a haunting hellfire.

He slowly descends the Gates to burn in a fiendish tormenting of all Hell.

A morbid, disturbing, agonized moan cries into a deafening race for life.

The Prince of Darkness gently begins to sway his bloodstained sickle.

The last resting place for eternal rest is turned into a reign of terror.

A bloody robe that reeked of decayed flesh covers an intimidated face.

A chilled hand grasps my neck, and I slowly pass into a place that held shadows of chambers that resembled mangled meat.

The Day of Judgment and Doom’s Day were groveling to a mauling compromise.

The mistress of Deception held a crazed coldness that gave you a shadow of a hateful vengeance.

I was an outsider to this foreign land commonly known as Satan’s kingdom.

Getting ready for the departure of persecution was to the quest of all flesh.

A bodkin lay in the corner of the mortal concealed vaults of the charnel house.

At Death’s door was the last step to where the mute became silent.

Blood trickled down the disembodied torso of a once lively creature.

Death held its illimitable grasp on all mankind.

The Master of Torment would convey all of life’s pain and torture carrying with it a piercing shrill.

The sinful aggravation cultivated a termination to the finishing stroke.

I had a preyed upon sense to strive for a chance to decay like the already mystified bloodied flesh.

Shattered glass lay on the muddy floor of the forest.

I noticed then, that life and death are equally jests both fighting for the throne.

Death always was there and held dominion over all.

I sit on a rock that resembled an old cemetery stone.

I listen, and in the far distance here a faint tormented cry.

The rotting shadows begin to descend, staggering off into the distance.

Grasping and pulling try to overwhelm me into living in the chambers of the bloody, tormenting Hell.

I slowly change my mind, and I began to notice a magnificent white light.

I am not foolish to leave this kingdom, for I am wise.

In the dead of the night, I reach the bitter end where Death proceeds in his duty.

Have I Ever Really Known You? Poem

Have I Ever Really Known You?

Of late, I have wondered.

Wondered? You asked.

Wonder if I ever have known you.

Known me?

Yes you, the real you.

I wonder if those times we talked, or those times we laughed were moments that truly had some type of meaning to you, as it did for me.

You have to be joking!

Then, I picked up the lace kerchief that I used to dry your tears when hurt and pain came your way.

You still have that ugly thing?

I tried to clean out the stains but they remained, and so I fold it up and keep it in a pocket in case you should ever need it.

You should have thrown that away in the trash.

No one wants to use that dirty filthy thing!

There was a time in my life when I needed a special lace kerchief, but there was none.

What are you talking about? You have everything!

I enjoyed the delight in your eyes with each treasure that I gave to you.

That’s what you do when you’re rich.

I tried to send letters of care, of encouragement, and when you were sad, a letter to let you know that I would be there for you no matter what.

Yeah, I got all of those letters. You have so much time to write. I just don’t have the time.

Now, I am sitting here wondering and thinking if I ever really knew you, the true you?

I needed and craved your friendship but you were not there.

You were not there to dry my tears when I was scared and needed you most.

Tokens of friendship that I presented to you were taken with greed and expectation.

As I am aging, perhaps dying a little each day, will you be there?

Can I depend on you to dry my tears with your lace kerchief?

Throughout life, friendship is a queer trait, because we will never truly know if it ever really existed.

On my deathbed, I will know my friends,

They will be the ghosts in the room holding my hand.

September 27, 2006 by Erica M. Kadrmas

The House Across the Street

Often, I have pondered over the people next door.

Do they talk to me or should I ignore?

The curtains are drawn and the doors are always shut.

I close my eyes and take a step,

But my feet feel like lead

And I need to go to bed.

Am I that person that is talked about?

I can’t stand the worry and the doubt.

I dutifully wave to the car passing by,

Knowing my gesture is truly a lie.

Give me my pill,

So I can deal,

And make it to my next meal,

So this thing I call life will appear somewhat real.

by Erica M. Kadrmas
March 21, 2006

The Knock (Poem)

I heard a little voice whispering in the dark.

A knock started to be heard,

Knocking, knocking, knocking at the door.

I went to see who was there and looked out the window,

A stranger in the dark was standing at the door.

An intensity that I had not known before came pounding at my heart.

The beating, the silence, was more than I could handle.

My ears had not known the sound that was before me,

A sound so there, but not, that held me into place.

A knocking, knocking, knocking came pounding at my door,

To be opened by someone that I had not known before.

I heard a little voice whispering in the dark,

Whispering a thought that I had not thought of before.

I think, I thought, I winced, I wept.

I heard a little knocking, a knocking at my door.

I went to see who was there.

Tap, tap, tap, a knocking at the door,

I looked out the window and saw that man.

The man who seemed to be behind everything that was bad.

That man who made the hairs on my neck stand straight with fear.

That night I heard a voice,

Whispering in the dark,

I covered my ears, and walked away.

The strangers voice left my ears.

The knocking at the door slowly faded away.

A tiny light shimmered near the corner of the wall.

I closed my eyes, covered my ears and whispered something to no one.

That night, I heard the voice whispering and the knocking at the door.

I walked away to be with myself.

I knew the truth.

The truth knew me.

The little voice I thought I heard silenced itself.

The knocking, knocking, knocking at my door was done.

I went to my knees and said a prayer that night.

I heard a strong voice pronounce deeply that I was his,

The feeling stayed, the comfort contented, and after that I left to meet my maker.

Erica M. Kadrmas
March 10, 2006

The Last Tear, A Poem written by Erica M. Kadrmas

I walked down the desolate street without fear.

Clouds gathered and beckoned to all they cherished,

Like Sirens who lured people to their deaths.

I grumbled beneath my breath,

For I knew what was coming.

I did not need to read, nor hear the agony of defeat,

The feeling has always remained.

Waterfalls were shed.

Lives were drowned,

Yet, I smile.

The room spins around me,

And yet, I wonder.

I no longer need you,

Pain flickers in my heart.

I try to deny it, but,

I’ve saved you the last tear.

I get the last laugh.

Cry, you baby,

I know you feel the pain,

Because, I do too.

(October 29, 1996)

Actual Newspaper Headlines

  • 17 Remain Dead in Morgue Shooting Spree
  • Coach Fire- Passengers Safely Alight
  • Grandmoter of Eight Makes A Hole in One
  • Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Experts Say
  • Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
  • Drunks Get Nine Months In Violin Case
  • Eastern Head Seeks Arms
  • Prostitutes Appeal to Religious Leader
  • Failed Panda Mating- Veterinarian Takes Over
  • President Wins Budget; More Lies Ahead
  • Plane Too Close To Ground, Crash Probe told
  • Miners Refuse To Work After Death
  • Juvenile Court To Try Shooting Defendant
  • Stolen Painting Found By Tree
  • War Dims Hope For Peace
  • Ir Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last A While
  • Couple Slain, Police Suspect Homicide
  • Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
  • New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
  • Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Space
  • Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
  • Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
  • Typhoon Rips Through Cemetary-Hundreds Dead

Alleged Appraisal Putdowns

  • Not recommended for use of course-rather to illustrate how not to do it.
  • Takes him two hours to watch sixty minutes.
  • If you stand close enough to him, you can hear the oceans..."
  • If you gave him a penny for his thoughts, you would get change...
  • If he were any more stupid he'd have to be watered twice a week.
  • Has two brains: one is lost and the other is out looking for it.
  • Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming.
  • Donated his brain to science before he was done using it.
  • A photographic memory but with the lens cover glued on.
  • If you see two people talking and one looks bored, he's the other one.
  • He brings joy whenever he leaves the room.
  • He has a knack for making strangers immediately.
  • He would argue with a signpost.
  • He's been working with glue too much.
  • I would like to go hunting with him sometime.
  • He doesn't have ulcers but he's a carrier.
  • Got a full sixpack but lacks the plastic thingy to hold it all together.
  • His men would follow him anywhere, but only out of morbid curiosity.
  • This person has delusions of adequacy.
  • Since my last report has reached rockbottom, and has started to dig.
  • Sets low standards and consistently fails to achieve them.
  • Has the wisdome of youth and the energy of old age.
  • Works well under constant supervision and when cornere like a rat in a trap.
  • You are on the crest of a slump.
  • The lights are on but nobody's at home.
  • The wheel is turning but the hamster is dead.

Amusing Puns and Double-Meanings

The pun (a humorous device expoiting two words or expressions that sound the same but with 2 different meanings, and usuall with 2 different spellings) is one of the great wonders of the English languages.

  • Serious campers are intense.
  • Sports people can avoid the pain of defeat by wearing comfortable shoes.
  • Nuns generally wear plain colors because old habits never dye.
  • The days of the pocket diary are numbered.
  • Lions eat their prey fresh and roar.
  • Old bikes should be retired.
  • Geometry holds clues for the meaning of life; look and you will see the sines.
  • You can't beat a pickled egg.
  • If a leapard could cook would he ever change his pots?
  • See one melee of unruly people and you've seen a maul.
  • Do hungry time-travelers ever go back four seconds?

Judging People can be Difficult

Fred and Becky were both patients in a mental hospital. One day as they both walked beside the swimming pool, Becky jumped into the deep end and sank to the bottom. Without a thought for his own safety, Fred jumped in after her, brought her to the surface, hauled her out, gave her the kiss of life and saved her.

The next day happened to be Fred's annual review. He was brought before the hospital board, where the director told him, "Fred, I have some good news and some bad news: the good news is that in light of your heroic act yesterday, we consider that you are sane and can be released from this home and back into society. The bad news is, I'm afraid, that Becky, the patient you saved, shortly afterwards hung herself in the bathroom with the belt from her bathrobe. I'm sorry, but she's dead."

Looking puzzled, Fred replied, "She didn't hang herself, I put her there to dry."

Creative Thinking

Welcome to The Inner Soul where creative people join forces and display their talents. I believe that it is important to express yourself whether it be writing, art, crafts, and stories with a lesson behind them. This blog will contain fables, quotes, poetry, writing and many other things. Some of the stories, poems, fables, quotes may create some discomfort for some. All that I ask is for you to keep an open mind and enjoy a blog about life lessons.