love u today & every day
Hello my lovely. My love, your letters so are necessary for me also you it know. My love I want to speak only with you my love, and you my big happiness. My love I always want to care of you and to help you on the house. Because you my big love, and
What If
What if I was beginning to fall for you Would you neglect my heart Would you tear it apart What if I offered my undying love And promised to never hurt you That's the last thing I would ever do What if I offered to give myself unto you My hear
Fine
Dreams can sometimes bring back good and bad memories.
Hitchhike through my heart
Hitchhike through my heart I'm traveling on a lonely highway Shine your light on these sad alleys and valleys Perhaps you'll find me along some abandoned road Just follow the love signs Pick me up.. and love me~
I MISS YOU!
We can't wave away past love as if nothing happened. Poignant memories keep gnawing at our heart. It remains for us to hope we can survive yet another blow with dignity.
Packing a Picnic Lunch~~~
For those not wanting to eat a lunch alone a good suggestion to do it with a good close friend...
TRUE OR FALSE??
????? 10/27/17 twkd 8/19/21
Missed Chance
When does one finally take a step back and forget this dating lark or does one still try and hope for the best?
I'm Ashamed
There is a huge list of things, these are just a few that came to mind. I remember how heartbroken I was when I found out that Milli Vanilli didn't sing their own songs. I really believed in them.
Sniffy Do
Originally, this poem came from the ancient Greek. The title was something like oikemon parthenos pussypoo. Apparently, Athenian women took offense at the lack of a believable story line. Men had few complaints. Somehow it appeared centuries later, in the waist packs of Visigoth warriors, on their way to Gaul. More recently, a copy turned up in an excavation site near Oslo, along with a collection of stone sex toys. Check out the neat meter, which is not unlike that of the sonnets of A E Neuman. Slick.
The Bonfire
Life in the forests, lakes and plains of Minnesota is magical! This is the story of a Bonfire from my little corner of the world.
Volcano
After the eruption envisioned on a remote oceanic island....
To that High Road
There’s no survival without love, none! From the old Soviet movie “A Simple Story” ("Prostaya istorya"). Another translation. Thank you, dear poets, for supporting my efforts in such a great way!!!
Streets Ahead ..just a wittle story for ya ......
there was a time when the world was in turmoil an causes a parliament of materialistic whores, but there was a few great ones who deared to take a stand against all odds, a time when fabric of only hope was on the very edge of extinction, a time when
The Feast
“It’s time to feed,” said she With a wicked grin As her fangs she exposed By moonlight’s glint He could see Saliva dripping from Cool breeze blew Through the woods Froze sweat on his brow His legs were leaden And his terror rose Un
longings (5 7 5)
Hope it works. Thanks for all your reads and comments.
Dank Pants
A fisherman sat with line all lank perched on crooked stool that soon sank backside now all mud covered his face an embarrassed red off home he went with his pants all dank.
Cat Attack (kickit's aptly appealing alliteration) Trial aka Challenge
CATching up to a Kickit challenge... (Kickit, I might have broken some rules-not sure-from Cat "the Chocolate Fiend")
a mad week in the mountains
i almost cried bought a cheap gas bottle a friend was up visiting said a neighbor moved out gave it to him saying its almost full saying its three times the size of the gas bottle which you have there how much do want for it i said
who ate it. mushroom soup( shadows food challenge)
Thanks for the challenge shadow:) Wanted to have lil fun and was inspired by mad tats brownies lol....
INVISIBLE SHIELDS...
we've all felt alone in a crowded room... content when alone
Fear the Night!
Fear the Night! In The darkness of the night The howling wolves did roar A witch was seen in Moon lit beams On a broomstick she did soar From mother earth to way up high It was the night of nights of Gremlins Filled with all sort
Tea for Two
Breakfast tea one day
lost...........
my youngest son .......unemployed, uninterested in life ......every word falling on deaf ears
Oh god!
Who-so-ever calls on the lord shall be saved!
Love What's Strange and Wild
Deep reflections in the pool of love
Bad Golf
This was inspired by Leslie Nielsen and his golf videos.
MY LIFE FULL OF CHANGES ------(WORTH READING)
I WROTE THIS POEM PERTAINING TO MY LIFE AND HOW I FEEL
Schmaltzy, Saccharine Sweet...Dreams
Well, MacDuff suggested a Schmaltzy, Saccharine Sweet poem, and this is the best I could come up with! Sorry ladies.... maybe I need some lessons in romance! I'm available for tutoring! ;-)
I can no longer write.
SORRY had to do this to good to pass up
Thank You)))
This is just a SIMPLE poem for someone SPECIAL. ^_^ THANK YOU for being everything to me, THANK YOU for forgiving me when I did the wrong things, THANK YOU for helping me when I had a tough time...THANK YOU for being my best friend when I needed someone to talk to... THANK YOU for being my bro when I needed someone to care for me... AND THANK YOU for not try to be my Dad... LOL....THANK YOU. ^_*
I wish
I could go all day on I wish.
Three things keep me arrested
The recipe is similar to moussaka, but if ayone is interested I cant post it.
Spirit of Shadow
A tribute to my friend who just lost her beloved cat
love's end
be on time and be prepared quickly I learned my soul was bared what have I sought, what had I begun when informed when I was to run of pushy and tushy and rules in verse I sit here and mutter, I snarl, I curse your rantings, they carry on lon
beauty of my woman
the way u can describe the woman u love
Love Men that moan when they eat
Men can sound like an Animal Grrr! ...
was any of it real
darling i am so sorry if i ever offended never was it my intentions let me know where we go from here as i was planing our time when you come here or was it all just a pipe dream if you cannot see that i love you and all i want to do is see you happy beautiful angela i am sorry
This Old House
The picture is the Porter Thomsen House in Omaha NE where we raised our daughters. On Thanksgiving Day I was remembering the past and wanted to write it down and send it out to the universe through prose with love.
Drowning in the depths of sleep
Let us strive to help, and make the invisible “visible”
where are you?
Thanks for all your reads and comments.