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Parsnips and old lace
He sat in the recliner, pretending to read a magazine His eyes peering over glossy pages Watching a feminine figure, dusting She bent down to polish a leg His eyes followed, her toes to tail Her bare behind peering under Black uniform and
I’m off to work but
Truly, why are you here? There are some good ones but always far away. There are profiles that stoke the fires Too far away to make fires real Why are you here? To tease and recluse, to attract and reject? I cannot sleep with such thoughts, enli
People
People wonder why they don’t meet anyone. Maybe if you wrote to someone within a days drive...read and understand the bio...read and understand the “ideal match” section. I have tried being honest, only here for the blogs. That didn’t work I
Not a lot going on here so
I’m posing a poem “Would you consider moving to Paris and being my model?” Said the poverty stricken American artist circa 1830 With nothing but what could be carried “Would you drink red wine in goblets that we tucked in pockets, Stolen on
Not a great day
Although I write a lot, some things get placed in a locked room. I don’t like to go in there. Today, the door is ajar with unwelcome feelings leaking out I guess it’s a day to address them.
OMG. Have you ever done this?
Have you ever sent a personal email to the wrong recipient? Lol. I did. Just now. Waiting for any fallout. We work together tomorrow The subject line read : A good size For real. This is my reality I’m not a scammer.
A “Love” poem
In case your Love battery is a little low You know that feeling...when an attractive person reminds you that you are an animal? Your body has a mind of its own? You are no longer boss You feel renewed at the view A tender sapling or rugged w
A poem about being old, for Ten
I comply, flexibly, like a willow He sweeps me over with gentle hands As if I am water, soft waves pushed I am his doll, for him to play with I trust him beyond the furthest point I move closer to the other side of the world I feel him, I hear
The subject of age
This crops up often. Chemistry and attraction trumps age. Sure, age is a starting point but like food, it doesn’t hurt to try new things to see if you like it. Spring chickens can be inexperienced. Old dogs can be too. I have no answers to findin
Rationing smokes
And cranky about tomorrow has dramatically shortened my fuse. My usual forgiveness of the ignorant, evaporated tonight. 4 days to payday. The simple pleasures, not even taken for granted, of a strong cigarette is painfully missed.
What’s it like
To live in the USA? Probably similar to those living in other like countries. I will speak for myself using info shared by my family and coworkers. I lent 20 to my coworker for gas and she used a credit card to put 10 in gas to last me until pay
The game of cards
I am always searching for ways to make life more tolerable without succumbing to another romantic relationship. Without having to make a commitment but still receiving benefits. Since, for me, it was always the romantic feelings that made sex so
What to wear
As we have kindly been reminded this is a freeeking Datong site, I must ponder If your date met you for the first time, what to wear? Men-in all seriousness what could a woman wear that essentially bonks your head and dumps all reason for lust
Glorious
He is a glorious man, if a mortal man could be Of blood, flesh and bone, alive He joins me with fluid physical energy I look into eyes, as if they are a place of security As he takes me on unbroken trail He pushes, my limits unlimited, open r
The professional
As you know. I seem to be always looking for a job. In this case, my present employer filed bankruptcy and likely to close in a few months. This has forced me to look again. At this point in my life, I’ve become very good at interviews. If it weren
Of great concern
I have been on and off C S since I joined. It seems like all my blogs are still here. What’s with that?
“Love” and settling even if you don’t realize it
Ever notice that? Like being in love makes certain shortcomings seem unimportant. Love seems to eclipse flaws in a coupling Only after a relationship is over do we notice things that we wouldn’t tolerate from those we “like”. I can’t be t
My greatest muse
A Morganluv pushed us together And I didn’t repel him Myself, delighted, as I typed away Far, far away, on beaches, in pubs My loneliness crushed by laughter Reading and posting, a brat pack Not ashamed of appearing tens of thousands on his W
Melancholy
Feeling sad, feeling more focused Feeling The Big Goodbye Although it was my wish And this new freedom energizes me The goodbye still manifests while I move forward In missing what was good and briefly forgetting the bad Survival is a my
Dove
I found her Stretched out, as if she was leaping Her eyes, parted, still sparkled Her returning glance, stilled by death In shock, myself, stilled by death I crouched down and touched her She felt frozen in time When I picked her up, she fel
Poem
Intertwined thoughts about intertwined limbs Flash images like a manic slide show Thoughts made present on the face A mask falls away, briefly
What a good lover does
Heaving and out of breath from strenuous activities I giggle and marvel at the person next to me Out of breath from holding oxygen hostage while I did all that was asked I giggled and marvel at answered prayers I’m building stamina and a to
Kind humans
What forces me to survive, sometimes when I don’t want to? The amazing things I’ve experienced. Some would call it God, guardian angels, magic or random. Whatever the case may be, I have experienced negative things and in most times, a kind human h
The record player
I feel like I should write something. . . I got a portable turntable Set it up by my crate of vinyl memories Voices singing, brings the click of a slide show No digital The familiar tunes are a lullaby to a racing heart Parked at a drive
La poem
Two of a kind, you and I Though my age betrays a maturity Your guidance directs me to my soul To be lost for so long, a kind gentleman showed me the way I was out walking. I pushed myself, heaving The sun pulled all moisture from me The clar
Kin
The beach where sticks and stones don’t break hearts Make love with waves of salt and sea Bring forth good memories Of a visit most importantly family Though far away not distant in heart’s memory I love you all eternally
Stuff
You remind me of what I’m trying to forget Though genuine care f*ck over my imagination I toss my mane and squeal On darkest of nights, the Illuminati of all pretenses Bury your head into my chest, allow me to inhale the scent of the wild
VR
Deep thoughts from the depths of what I thought I knew The flashpoint that fractures all reason Making irrational my temporary reality Viewing a personality split into two like I’ve got those VR goggles on watching real time twins of a man
Blessings
I have been blessed with a cowboy And all he wants to do is ride We met up in the shoe department He wore all black with a phone hanging from his hip He makes a dial that dials me in Regardless of the sun and moon Asking me “do you want to g
Memories
There isn’t much else to do Except to walk to the water’s edge Stare beyond the farthest point And remember, peripherally
Good bye Magic Couch
It’s time to replace my Magic Couch. It’s a bittersweet affair. My new couch had been sitting on the showroom. My favorite piece with upholstery that reminds me of raw silk. This couch sat along the aisle to my desk. Upon each passing, I would p
The
Patriotic sarcastic circle jerking on the blogs today. I’m not sure this projectile vomit has made any difference. I’d say everyone is pretty set in their beliefs Beliefs that are only beliefs. Why am I here anymore, I ask myself.
The spice of life
So, I met this friend who has the same curiosity as I. We both had the day off and he invited me on an investigative adventure. I felt like a overprotected minor chumming with my friend and checking out an adult store.
Finally
CS has presented me with a man who can hold a conversation. I don’t even remember who wrote who first.
Being dull
He wrote that he thought he was dull I told him I didn’t think so First impressions second impressions The language is not limited to the written word
Here we go again
With life’s uncertainty one must be proactive. So, tomorrow I have a job interview with another furniture store. It is not known but the signs indicate a potential store closing, indicating a potential income loss for me. I’ve already mourned th
What good?
Once again, it is confirmed Tears are useless Unless you get a speck in your eye The expelling of a salty water only Streaks skin with makeup On an already contorted face If I am to cry, let me Mel Gibson In Brave Heart You know the sc
Update
Today didn’t pan out. I have the wrong type of major depressive disorder. Haha not! So, I’m on the list for a study with my type
The perfect date
On cream cheese and Camel dreams My bagel toasts under desert sun I take my coffee black, usually He places a date in my hand and I marvel at its perfection.
Forget my other blogs
I’m excited by a possible reunion of old timers. I will now become a witch calling on the devil and his mischief. Camel, 10k, Morganluv, etc, show yourselves in all of your delicious glory. I slave over a caldron stirring My arms are tired
No comment
After my attempt at flirting he suggested that I date more No comment I would write more but his suggestion has stalled my words I need to troubleshoot if I’m out of gas or maybe busted my timing belt I don’t think it’s my alternator
This is why some people don’t get dates
By not responding, you can get a real sense of the person Happy trails