Smelly Row Seat

On a Sunday morning, a sharp awful smell came out of nowhere. A lady who was sitting beside me asked my nose sense. Flap!! Flap!! So stinky! Flap!! Flap!! She rested her hands from flapping the newspaper. Then she flapped again. Her flapping eased the awful smell. And I could sense the flapped wind freshen the air pollution. However, such continuum action stirred the other listeners’ attention to her during the preaching. A pastor from behind approaches her. She immediately explained the place she sat stinks. However, the pastor didn’t hear it. So he called her. A minute had passed. She stood up and went behind to meet the pastor.

Let us see from different perspectives.

From the congregations’ perspectives, it disturbed their time to listen to the preaching from the pulpit. They were utterly disrupted from their hearing focus.

The lady was concentrating on the preaching yet she needed to bear the smell. She bore the smell to the point of unbearable breathing. Opening her bag, she was looking for things to ease her nostril. A newspaper helped her to ease her pain. That’s the only thing for her to do so. Flapping it freshen the air and ease her breathing.

A pastor’s perspective felt that it disrupted the congregation. So he decided to approach her. However, he couldn’t hear her explanation and called her. She walked to him to explain herself. However, the people who sat at my row bore the stinky smell silently and quickly left.

What can we learn from here? Investigate the source of the smell. Stop hurting the congregation. Congregation and the church staff need to collaborate to solve the air pollution. Don’t let it continue. This can be likened to a sin that was not tackled. Once it becomes worse, it’ll affect everyone.

Please share your perspective on this issue.

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Worse Than Salted Fish

Washer >
Uh!
Such an awful puke smell
Worse than salted fish
That pair of black socks
Ended in net box socks
For a week
Sometimes more than a week
Oh no!
Its puke smell is
Worse than salted fish
Unbearable
My poor nose
But I have to endure
I should endure
To fulfill my responsibility
Months pass
A year pass

Me >
One day
Sniff! Sniff!
Salted fish?
Worse than salted fish
Searching its source
Following the puke smell
Leading me into the kitchen
In between kitchen and bathroom
Such an awful smell
Flying from the net box
For putting socks
A pair of black socks
Oh! It’s my husband’s socks

Washer >
Confess the low frequency to wash
A pair of my husband’s socks
Worse than salted fish

Me >
Should have told me earlier
Immediately tell my hubby to daily wash his
Pair of socks by putting into
That net box socks
But it fall into deaf ears
Conclude to helper to daily collect his socks
Two days pass by
One night explain the killing puke smell
Days pass by with daily socks collection
One day
He drops his own socks
Relieved


Inspiration On: Friday, 23 August 2013 at 11:12pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 24 August 2013 at 9:11am

Finally, today is the first day my husband takes out his socks and drops it into its washing box. But my happiness was only last for one day.

Air Pollution on Bed

Rolling to the left
Butt facing me
Pooooot!
A long fart
Its stench
Ticks my nostril
Its stench is like
The smell of poo
Air pollution!
Smelly
Smelly!


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 29 May 2013 from 2:33am to 2:38am

My husband was sleeping besides me while I read a book. The fart sound shocked me. Then it was followed by the stench smell hurt my nostril. Oh, my misery to have insomnia.

Like A Dog

Half naked
After urine
Use one palm
Touches
Sticking
Urine smell to
His dad
Marking
His dad
Dad belongs to him

Like
A dog
Urinates to
The pole
A dog that
Urinates to
Lamp post
Marking
Its territory
Territory belongs to it.


Inspiration On: Friday, 15 March 2013 at 10:24am

This happened in the morning when my son wasn’t wearing his pants, only with his clothes on. Upon seeing his dad, he suddenly touched the lower part of his body then touches his hand onto his dad. He told me that our son was like a dog, which marks its territory with its urine.

Tags: Chronology, Memory, Simile, Thirty, Two, 32, Months, Toddler, Rhyme, Rhythm, Dog, Urine, Pee, Smell, Mark, Territory, Dad, Lamp, Post

As Sticky As

As sticky as a sticker
Sticky body with
Sticky hands
Sticky neck
It is
The leftover of
A dried perspiration.

As sticky as a glue
Sticking his body parts
Sticking his hands
Onto me
Onto his dad
So sticky like a glue
Such a pungent smell
Enough to faint you
With crossed eyes.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 24 February 2013 at 1:44pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 25 February 2013 at 12:26am

Sniff Raw Fish Ball

Grabbing a raw fish ball
Gradually, he brings his palm
To his nose to smell.
Sniff once is enough
To puke him
And
Almost
VOMIT.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 7 February 2013 at 5:45pm

It happened yesterday in the kitchen. My cute son wanted to help out in cooking. He grabbed an uncooked fish ball and smelled it.Tags: Chronology, Memory, Thirty, One, 31, Months, Toddler, Curious, Smell, Sniff, Fishball, Raw

Sniff Like A Cat

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the given meal.
Sniff before eating.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the given drink.
Sniff before drinking.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the biscuit.
Sniff before eating.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the snack.
Sniff before eating.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the ice-cream.
Sniff before gulping it.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the pillow.
Sniff before lie on it.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the bolster.
Sniff while hugging it.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniff at the soft toys.
Kiss his soft toys.
Finding it cute.

Sniff! Sniff!
Sniffing
Like a cat.


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 22 January 2013 at 10:23pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 23 January 2013 at 12am

Whenever during mealtime, my son will smell his food. He even loves to smell at almost anything.