For the benefit of any unsuspecting reader, let me state now that this is NOT an article about how one might become a contented courtesan or smiling strumpet. Nope, not even a titillated trollop. Sorry about any confusion, honest. Truth be told, this assa...
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Falling In Love
For Pixie and MelEyes lock A thrown switch Magnetic flows Drawn to you Stepping out Over cynical cliffs A leap of faith Potentially us We do click That seatbelt sound Falling safely Protecting us Soft splashdown In love's sea Fatalism banished I'm loved by you
He’s been waiting for this day to come for a very long time. Half his life. He’s spent countless hours over the years tracking her down. She’s married to a wealthy man and lives on the coastline of Massachusetts. She’s a professor of Spanish at a small c...
Time and Tide
“Hattie!” she shouted out with excitement. “You didn't!”“Ronnie, I got them!” Harriet Mitchell bounded up the steps to her friend's front door waving a nondescript white envelope above her head. “They came this morning!” Veronica Pickles, 'Ronnie' to her friends stood in the open doorway of her Belgravia town...
Inspired by Rebellious_Soul... Rebs We live in an era of over-abundance right now. Too much of everything. It’s a candy store with endless glass counters filled with chocolates and caramels and sugary what-nots. We don’t even have to take a number. Jus...
Snacking!
I'm back with more silliness!Snackin' like it's going outta fashion, I've got a smile, it's flashing. I'm happy as fuck, hear me play with my rubber duck! I got hit by a truck! Still snackin', just through a tube, at this rate, I'll lose the moobs. When I make a recovery, I'...
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Liverpool Lullaby
Written for my dear friend..Gabby my sweet darling girl Your dreams they've all been shattered Told you cannot love the one The one that really mattered You moved away to Liverpool And took your love away You took your ‘Judy’ with you The one that you call Ray Two loving souls t...
It started with a whisper. A subtle phrase ripening within my conscious mind. “Devour the world,” it said. Slowly I rolled out of bed and dragged my limp body across the weathered linoleum floor to the edge of the room. It was almost midday. “Too early fo...
The Lovely Mrs. L at Christmas
... In which I celebrate my wifeThe beauty of Christmas is in her eyes,Sparkling and twinkling and saucer-sized. The love of Christmas is in her heart,Laughing and giggling with kind remarks. The joy of people, on this special day,Who honor the Savior and His true Way, Warming hearts...
The place I am searching, Is calling my heart with yearning. Eyes that are brimming with tears, Fighting the longing I have been feeling these years. Telling myself, "Never let the red string break", For soon I will definitely be there. To the place where...
Sometimes Missed Cues Are Okay
With thanks to GypsyLast night the grasshoppers missed their cue to enter. Chomp. Chomp. Daddy's tiny dancer was playing Nutcracker. She plays that game with all of the cookies that she makes with Daddy's help. They bake cookies together. So much fun. Especially at Christmas...
Kings and Queens
Yet another body parts story.Coming from within the kids' bathroom I heard the unmistakable sounds of children laughing, a pause, some low sounds that I could not quite make out from where I was, then the loud sound of laughter once more. Walking across the classroom, the low sounds...
The seasons of love
For Melody and PixieThe days and seasons cycle rhythmically Patterns determined at time’s first dawn The tapestry of hearts wasn’t then written in stone Its left to us weavers to spin love’s silky threads As you two weaved the first stiches of love The golden summer warmed...