Once There Was

Once There Was

A Poem by carl
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variation on a theme

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Once There Was: 


Once upon a time… no that won’t work there wasn’t any of that yet.

So… once there was, hmmmm, let’s see, no, that will have to do.

Once there was.


Once there was one that was called Word

And Word wasn’t lonely because he had a dad and a friend

but he felt there could be and should be more.

But that posed a problem because if there were more, 

where would they be?


So he sent out a word. Funny huh? Word sent out a word.

But that’s okay because there wasn’t any answer

He knew that before it did it because he knew it all.

I mean everything there was to know he knew, and he 

knew there weren't any others, not even one at all.


He knew that even if there had been even one other,

they would need a space and there wasn’t any of that either

because the three of them filled up all the space they had. 

So in anticipation of a solution he made an unlimited place

and because it was so big, you guessed it, he called it space.


So that took care of where but now he needed a when. 

So he invented the rhyme and made a thing we call time.

You see the way I did that, pretty cool huh?

And I’m sure you see by this time; not that time, this time,

with pun intended, you see where this is going, or went.


With a where and when accounted for he just needed a who.

Basically like himself, his dad, and their friend but with extra 

corporeal substance encapsulating all their worthy elements 

like intelligence, morality, spirituality and free will but 

more in fitting with the where and when of time and space.


So instead of sending out a word he used his hands. I said it, yes 

hands, but more important to the point the Word made the best yet.

He took clay and later borrowed a bone to make the human race. 

I know, I left out the earth, the sky, water, plants, and animals but 

you can catch up on that in his book and fill in your missing gaps.


The End…. 

but not really, not yet anyway. He hasn’t made that yet.

There is more to come so, hang on, …. keep your arms and legs

inside the ride until it comes to a complete stop. 


© 2025 carl


Author's Note

carl
Not mocking anything or anybody - just retelling a story in a different fashion - please don't be offended it isn't meant that way. -carl

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Just think Carl, if space was called space because it had a lot of it, we should be glad it isn't called IKEA! 😀
But then again, there wasn't one of them either when word went for a wander.
And come to think of it, shouldn't he have sent a manuscript for the second book yet after the firsts runaway success? I reckon there would be a few more house rules, or as he calls them, commandments...as well as an index of amendments that wouldn't be commandments as such. Maybe he could call them a handy guide for self improvement.
It could be full of handy hints and tips like "when I made the animals, I didn't even think to add a recipe guide. They were just something you could make other places for and call them zoos and so some of the scenery could move about a bit."
I bet he'd get annoyed if we just scrolled through the user agreement and clicked agree too!
And maybe he could explain the bread and wine/body and blood thing more clearly to avoid unnecessary cannibalism and vampirism too!
Come to think of it, he'd be better making it an infinite collection a bit like encyclopedia Brittany's, or invent a reading device to save all those trees too!
He could call it BIBLE 2: He's back and this time he's a little more annoyed! 😃

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I am a retired English grammar and literature teacher, married, with five grown children. I enjoy reading science fiction, fantasy, biographies, and nonfiction history and philosophy. I have a BFA in .. more..

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