My Valentines Day Will Go Like This

This is how my Valentine’s Day will go
12:30 “Hey single ladies. Guess who’s single this guy!! How you doin’!!”
12:31 I was just doing Joey Tribiani. It wasn’t that bad of an impression!!”…
12:32 What do you mean you’ve never heard of Friends?
12:33 Hey! Come back! Good bye my love!!
12:45 Big mac, fries and large soda followed by a chocolate heart watching reruns of Stargate!! (Single tear)106px-Men_don't_cry

Long Time Maybe See!!

I have not posted on my blog ‘Last-Loophole’ for some time. This is due to the fact I have been working on some material to finally take the next step and submit professionally. I know, I know!! I am probably nowhere near at top-level in most eyes!! But here it goes!

Sadly I cannot publish in any way the poetry and other solicitations. I will gladly be posting more personal events, however absurd but true they may be.

I ask all my fans to give me a vote of confidence by finding the posting stating my recent submission on my Facebook page URL:  easybreeze83. Please comment on my past works good or bad!! Criticism can be just like pizza; Even when it is bad it is still pretty good. Ha!!

Any other comments to the Editor in charge of poetry would probably help.

Sayings of the past! Future Say What?

“A watched pot never boils! ” “Two heads are better than one!” ” There is more than one way to skin a cat!”

Any takers? Let me rephrase that: WTH!!

How many times have you heard these sayings from your obstinate grandfather or adamant grandmother or parent frustratingly unwilling to waver their opinion? But that last one makes me wonder what whack-job would want to torture an animal; Not to forget my cat-catching neighbor who is the cause of many ‘ Treat Your Neighbor as Yourself’ fueled prayers.

I prefer to hope it was meant in another way like ‘crap(sic) or get off the pot’ actually means ‘move out of my lane or drive faster’. I would like to try my hand at some new-era sayings. ” A #:Late is #:Fired”. “You’re as fresh-pressed as a dentist’s magazine collection.” Hint: Oldest magazines ever!

Furthermore, let refer to some disconcerting sayings to tell the guy who enjoys cat-murder: (They don’t necessarily have to mean what they say. But it is more gratifying that way.)

” Come over here and get a knuckle-sandwich”

” Two hits. I hit you, you hit the floor!”

” You can put lipstick on a pig…” (That one is for everyone on here to laugh at. But, something tells me it was written by the same creep mentioned in this story!)

“LIGHTNING NEVER STRIKES TWICE” (Allow me to disagree)

World War 1                World War 2

Gulf War 1                     Gulf War 2

George Bush                ” Fool me once…”

The Flood                      Armageddon (TBD)

” Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”(Let me prove this)

Julia Roberts                  Lyle Lovett

JESUS                                  Mankind

“Scars heal” (Just ask these people)

9/11 survivors

Vietnam Veterans

Rape Victims

Tiger Woods circa “Wife beats Woods” (Okay that one was for my personal laughter)

“(sic) … will make you go blind!” (Still in progress)

Donald Trump

Washington, D.C.

“It never rains, but it pours” :


West, Texas

GOD promised in scripture that the world would never again be destroyed by water. (I don’t know about you, but I plan to be gone when the ‘pour’ comes)

Gamma Ray or Marked Day? Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique


I am not absolutely sure of the story behind this picture. I found it on the internet one year ago when there was limitless information about it. Now, I tried to go back to refresh my memory and could not find much of anything.

It was stated as being the largest explosion in the universe ever recorded. It was a billion trillion times worse than the atomic bomb on Japan.

That massive amount of power and the fact that this phenomenon was connected to Israel caught my attention and held it, not something easily done. I believe it had something to do with the anniversary of Israel’s independence. Israel got its independence on May 14, 1948, while the explosion occurred on March 19, 2008. This was nearly 40 years after the original date. The cosmic event has been labeled GRB 080319B or gamma-ray-burst.

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Photo Courtesy of NASA images, Google

Pulled From The Fire Daily Prompt: Burning Down The House

Being ‘On-Fire’ is only a good thing if you are Alicia Keys or Jim and John Harbaugh preparing for Super-Bowl wager of battle. “Somebody’s Burning Down The House” is only something you want to hear in reference to the 1983 Indie Rock hit by Talking Heads.

This was the year I was born and subsequently

I have no plans of dying soon, especially not in a fire. I would grab my most treasured things and then make a mad-dash for the door. That is after I make the worst combination of yelling and banging to make sure anybody else inside is aware of their impending doom.

There are 5 things I would grab.  As a dog-lover, you might think I would grab my dogs. While this might be true, saying so would end the story and they would run out the front door as soon as I opened it anyway. They might be the ones that opened it. But that is a funny story for later.

  1.   My Holy Bible

    My Holy Bible

    My Holy Bible

I got saved at my local Baptist Temple when I was 12 in 1996. As a gift my mother bought me my first Bible. I signed and dated the day I was baptized as well as saved. I had her sign it on the family page. She passed in 2002 7 months after my 18th birthday. Besides being irreplaceable for spiritual reasons, it carries an important time I could never get back.

My mom's writing her name in my Bible where she gave it to me as a gift

My mom’s writing her name in my Bible where she gave it to me as a gift

I have kept this gem by my bed and sometimes by my head for close to 17 years. It started out with ‘Holy Bible’ on the front and my name ‘Dustin Poteet’ directly below embossed in gold. Only traces of that remain as time and limitless use has caused wear and tear. But the words are still spotless on the inside, and not just the signature.

2. My Laptop

I do not hold much value on items of monetary value. But I greatly understand the ability such a thing gives me to try to express my art. At $480, it would be easily replaceable. But, it only weighs a small amount and I could grab it quicker than It takes to blink, seeing I am always on it researching new ways to make the same points.

3. Is it my television? It probably would be something else like my wallet.


My wallet has my Social-Security card. While this is not eminently important, my driver’s license is inside. The last thing I need after being burnt out of home is a traffic ticket for failure to produce a legal permit to drive.  It also helps to have identification and proof of ‘residency’ when applying for a loan to rebuild or purchase a new home.

4. and 5. are after further thought my dogs Bambi and Homer

bambiphone picHomer

While suffering from the first time of being left by a family to roam hopelessly, as for  name Homer, and a serious case of fear of abandonment he probably would not appreciate being abandoned again. Though, homeless would have a new meaning. Of course I have to snatch-up my dog Bambi who would be the first to throw a fit alerting a fire.

This is the list. After further thought it might turn out to be somewhat different. But the essential ranking of valuable things would stay the same. Although the order might change.

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How Do Writers Identiy Each Other Outside The Wire?


I have found one or two bloggers whose mind-frame is in the same orbit. I know their online identity. But this has made me think; How do writers identify one another in society? I do not mean this in a creepy stalker way. But when you have a social yet reclusive personality, you wonder, how am I going to head-nod a fellow artist If I don’t know who is who?

Maybe we should have a tagging system. Now I am not saying here’s my address, now come and stalk me while I am sleeping. I am thinking something more along the lines of the acid burnt tattoos of ‘Fight Club’. Anytime we are in the buffet line and see a common blogger, we can show off our tattoo like “Yeah! I’ve been to Write-Club too.”  Over-the-top? It might be.

Is this idea good for a laugh? It seems that way. Is it a good plan? No, not very likely. But seriously, the movie was not all that exhilarating itself either, was it?

With that being said, I guess we will all live in anonymity. That is, unless one of us ends up on Dr. Phil explaining how the psychoses began. Ha!

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Nothing’s Happening You Say? Daily Writing Prompt: Through The Window


I took a look out of my living-room window for one minute. Well, it may have been 10 seconds more. The reason I took a moment longer was the thought of all the interesting things you can see in a 60-70 seconds. It surprised me.

I do not make the habit of looking out my window at 9:30 at night. For one, my neighbors would think it creepy to see someone staring that direction after dark. But, the reason I looked in that direction is the fact that they are the ones who are usually staring at my house for long periods of time. Not to mention the man of the house fancies his self a cat-snatcher.

The only reason I would even let my cat out is due to it spraying the whole house with a foul odor the first time I tried to keep  it locked in all night. Of course there is no sight of the adamant wanderer. But the lights are on next door making me make sure no animal is getting trapped in a weird, makeshift-animal cage lined with smells to attract cats. Of course I only know this by legally ‘snooping’.

The opposite direction are locked-up houses with porch-lights on. In a small town like this people are all in bed early and awake even earlier. But, the skies show a reason to continue. Aircraft fill the airspace.

At any given time there is the area’s medical evacuation chopper, police-helicopters hovering oddly close to the jail, but not tonight. I am almost certain I am in the Fort Hood flight path after witnessing many camouflaged  helicopters flying that direction. One day, what I figure to be a Chinook flew right over my house at an estimated 450 feet above-ground-level. When you grow up seeing a disaster like 9-11, this might get one’s attention. It doesn’t help the nerves when the news is covered with stories of amateur pilots crashing once a week in a 4 county are. Many survive.

The fact that I live near a jail doesn’t bother me so I don’t spend much time looking that way. By the way, there was lights in the sky in towards that vicinity.

Just like a small town, many of the inmates are incarcerated for crimes like D.U.I. and domestic-disturbance. If any ‘Most-Wanted’ criminal slips out, not to bring up gun control, there is a 7 mile build-up of houses owned by stubborn, bored, Texas-raised gun-owners. With the jail and a major Interstate highway being the other direction, I wonder why I didn’t look to checkout the traffic?

To add to the boredom, there is a bird-bath in the front yard. It is tipping over, not for the recent windstorm, but of me not doing yard work since everything is in winter-dormancy.

You might ask why I am looking out the window this close to bedtime? I asked myself and came up with this answer: Good-Night, Vegas is on!

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Proof We Speak Different Languages! Weekly Writing Challenge:1,000 Words Take Two

Photo Courtesy of The Daily Post

Photo Courtesy of
The Daily Post

The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.-Ecclesiastes 1:8(B) ( )

(Man, in his mind) “Love was so much easier when I was a kid. All I had to do was snatch five dollars out of my mom’s purse, pick up some Sweethearts at the candy store, and give them to my friend Ashley as we hung out in the tree-house on the abandoned pecan plantation.

Now, I had to borrow 5 thousand dollars from my father. No doubt he will not stop hounding me to pay it back at every single Sunday brunch. (Sigh) Ah..! She will never believe I am about to propose. I still can’t believe it is going to take me 28 payments of $39.95 to pay for the ‘ice-rink’ she claimed she had to have before she would ever get married. And what’s worse, I couldn’t have proposed in the park we live by now. Oh No!! I had to book 2 tickets to Ten-Buck-Two, make reservations at the Hilton hotel, and spend 3 days trekking the hard brick streets of a country that charges triple for a romantic dinner just because the napkins say ‘International Steak and Ale’ instead of just Steak and Ale.

Our waiter looked and sounded like the same guy back home. Because he said, ‘Would you like to try the wine?’ in a broken European accent, I was forced to play the hero and tip $100. I could swear those people on the other side of the street are my neighbors from two doors down. But I love her!

(Woman, also in head) Are you kidding me? I love him more than anything. What does it take to get a man to propose. He could have done it at the park. That way I could have called my family and they could have across town to see it. But no! I had to follow him half-way across the world. ‘Isn’t it going to be awesome, he says’. But I love him more than life itself!…

Should I tell him that is my parents and our neighbors the Williams’ across the street? What can I say? Don’t try to keep a secret and then write it all over face-space. Ha!

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