Home Is Where The heart Is
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Posted:Sep 14, 2009 2:29 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2009 10:04 am 4094 Views
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Through the corridors of life
many rooms he'll have to dwell
some to take his whooppins in
and some to just sit a spell
A man of power and strength
with a good woman at his side
That the power of age has trumped
now alone he takes the ride
The doors to family open
not a burden,
but assistance
until another door is needed
Then no choices,
no resistance
That's one he'll hate
the most
He'll be kicking and cursing
when he opens the door
to a home,
the one called nursing
No longer taking care of himself
how sad his life must feel
His memories, of the other rooms
now seem so surreal
His memory fading,
purpose gone
his life seems,
oh so sad
Until I come to see him
and he knows,
He's still my Dad
repost 5/28/2008
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Not So Cheery!
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Posted:Sep 14, 2009 2:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2009 8:53 pm 4045 Views
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I worte a poem a while back about someone, I felt was way to negative to be worth our time and energy. It still is appropriate in some circumstances, but in a lot of ways things are getting better.
A soul in darkness does flee
from itself and not from me.
If only sunlight could illuminate
A dark soul and a dreary fate
I bask in sunlight, spirit free
And try so hard not to pity thee.
repost from 01/21/2008
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If Only I Could
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Posted:Sep 14, 2009 2:10 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 8:29 am 4031 Views
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If only I could.......
Clean house
Listen
Be quiet as a church mouse
Do my dirty laundry, under the bed
Look inside, my own head
Find the right words to suffice
then be heard, without prejudice
Understand prejudice is not just skin
it's the mirror of my soul, from within
Smell the clean air, hear birds sing
Just accept others, doing their own thing
See, I'm not always right and other's are wrong
They're just hearing different notes, of the same song
Never be hurt, by sticks and stones
Never throw bricks, never pick bones
Feel that hate is never a way to go
especially for someone, I really don't know
Find her special hiding place, she doesn't let anyone see
Be smart enough to recognize it, if she shows it to me
Soar with the eagles,
Walk on the bottom of the sea
Trust in God
Let It Be
repost from my other blog 12/08/2008
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Stories Of My Past
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Posted:Sep 14, 2009 11:50 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2015 2:11 am 4644 Views
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I wrote two, true accounts of what happened in my past. These stories were in response to blogs about men and indicriminate sex, and a woman's view of men in general, about sex. I hope the stories relayed my point..... with women sex is a tool and with men sex is about a tool.
STORY ONE
Let me relay a story of my distant past, that not only turned a light on for me, but also showed me my place.
I was in a fraternity in college. Of course, gossip about who was going out with whom, and who was doing whom, was one of the general topics of our male bonding.
Although, I thought of myself as good catch, with women, I never really got over the hump! Since, I believe, a person's degree of horniness, correlates to his degree of indiscriminate sex, I was about as indiscriminate as a guy could get!
A frat brother was dating a relatively cute girl. They went out about five or six times and then he decided to stop dating her. He was a little perturb that she wouldn't put out. Especially, during this time of free love, and the female's sexual emancipation. Six dates was about the limit for him. This frat brother was an athlete, relatively good looking and certainly wasn't under the influence, of indiscriminate sex. He had options and he choose not to settle down without sex.
Well, after a week or so, a party at the frat house had me face to face with this girl. Being indiscriminate, and without other options, and a little chit faced. I had nothing to lose, so I gave it a shot!
Up the stair I went, arm in arm with this cute, impassionate hottie.
After some necking, I found myself in the throws of passion and in a bunk bed, doing the dirty deed! It was so unexpected! As good as I felt about myself getting laid, I could not get my frat brother out of my mind. He certainly, must have been lying to me?
As we got out of bed, putting our clothes on, I couldn't help, but ask her.. 'if she had slept with my frat brother". Her response to me was an emphatic "NO"!
Perplexing, I thought to myself, am I that irresistible? She must really like me. How could just once, and not even a real date, land me in bed with her?
I asked her.. "why she didn't sleep with him, but schlept with me?
Her response was ....."I really liked him"
Women can't understand 'em, and can't get your balls busted, without 'em..Sheeez!
STORY TWO
Ok.. college, senior year. I worked in food service, A cute girl I worked with was getting married after graduation. Her fiance lived in the dorm (I think he was an adviser) where we both worked. Daily, I would speak to her and her fiancee would come by for a plate and peck. She was tickled pink.
After Christmas that year, she broke up with her fiancee. I was amazed. Then after numerous hints, she would like to go out with me, I asked her out.
She was sweet, fun, and made me feel important, made me feel good about myself..... and at times, bad about the idea I just wanted to get in her pants.
Now she was junior and I was senior, she had been engaged to a guy that lived in the same building, who was at least a senior if not a grad student. Me, even after a few years, I was still pretty indiscriminate about sex! (horny)
It only took a couple dates, before she stopped liking me enough and we hopped into the sack. I was keeping score on my bed post, and at that time it had only three. In fours years of college, it seemed that was the number that had found me unlikeable enough to play nookie! I was almost a graduate, still in the kindergarden of sex.
Well, If you add one high school senior summer fling and a good coat of varnish could have wiped out my entire sex life up to that point.
Now you have to remember, this is in LA in 1972. Hell, the sexually revolution didn't pass me... it flunked me!
Ok back to the story.... The bunk bed got another shot...very strange though and surprising.
Your could have knocked me over with a feather. The psychological trauma was like OMG! Getting hit with a raspberry pie in a Three Stooges movie.
She was a VIRGIN! (at least she was before that night)
How could it be? She was engaged! she was nice! she was 21 years old, and she certainly wasn't saving herself for me!
I felt so bad! Sex on the rebound, never did work out for me! Whether I was the bouncer or the bouncee!
Anyway my point is, that I guess some guys don't do it with women they like? I'm grateful for my one and only virgin and that her fiancée must have been gay.
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Believe
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Posted:Sep 14, 2009 8:15 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2012 8:44 am 4036 Views
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I, Oh so want to believe
In Mermaids of the sea,
In God, In hope and love,
In all that can be
Life is way be too painful
When it ebbs the tide of dreams
When mermaids vanish from the sea
Is the greater loss, so it seems
The challenge is not asking "why"
you get, what you got
But not having life's pain deny
the challenge of "why not"
re-post and rewritten from 5/18/2009
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Perfect Imperfections
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Posted:Sep 4, 2009 2:16 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2009 10:44 am 4170 Views
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I had a dream, such a fright!
a woman who knew wrong from right
Never told me what to do
just said.."I love you"
Whatever I did,
I did it right.
Working around the house
and in the bedroom at night.
She'd pick up my clothes
and laugh at my mess.
The toilet seat,
was never a place of unrest
She never expected
more from me,
other than
what I wanted to be
She'd let me go out to play
always asked "how was your day".
She'd hand me the remote
and wanted me to have a boat
She never felt I didn't do my share
For her, it's enough that I care
She'd let me spend all the money
Then asked..."can I do anything else for you honey?"
When I awoke from that dreamy night
and pondered who was wrong or right
For such a woman it needs to be earned
It wasn't her, but about me I learned
repost 12/03/08
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The Little Engine That Should
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Posted:Sep 4, 2009 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2010 7:14 am 4123 Views
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Do you ever wonder?
about 'The Little Engine That Could'
Did it run out of steam
lacking the coal or the would
Are the tracks too worn?
been run over before.
knowing where they lead
wanting to go there no more
Are the gears slipping?
Worn teeth that are missing
The toot, that tells your coming,
been replaced with the hissing
Has the conductor fallen
asleep at the wheel?
Or is he too old
for dreams, unreal.
So many excuses
for the "The Little Engine That Could"
Lacking inspiration is the culprit
Replacing understanding I should
repost 7/28/2008
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Shadow Love
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Posted:Sep 4, 2009 12:38 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2014 6:34 pm 4141 Views
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In the light of day
love's shadow makes it's way
Once upon a time, not a reflection
but a work of art,
A thing of perfection
Live each moment as your last
and in lasting moments, console your past
Regret not, the where and the when
Think not, the could have been
Cast upon me, the shadows known
A shadow dancer, dancing alone
In my light, let your shadow fall
For in my darkness
There's no shadow at all
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Love's Purl
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Posted:Sep 4, 2009 12:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2018 9:58 am 4170 Views
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She knits time on a rocking chair beside a hearth
and with each purl of warmth counts the worth.
As the icy winds swirl about on the outside
She sews her memory quilt, from the inside
Such storms, she's weathered in the past
Knitting her hopes, that are hopefully her last
Believing her chair would squeak no more
If only her hopes, came knocking at her door.
When the winds of an ice storm decide to rage
It rips through her story...... to it's last page
she can hears the sound of love fate's laughter
Tearing from the last page... "Happily Ever After"
repost 1/23/2009, I have changed handles and am closing down the original. Wanted to save a few of my writings. Sorry for any inconvience.
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Mermaid
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Posted:Sep 4, 2009 12:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2011 10:50 am 4079 Views
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On the sandy beaches of my solitude
Skies of gray, and stillness of air
I search the shore, in pensive mood
To rediscover my mermaid there.
I walk along the water's edge
All the footprints washed away
Seeking her magic's knowledge
Finding her clues along the way.
A sea of glimmering silver and turquoise
Blonde seaweed that curls and flows
Seashells that make an echoing noise
of the precious moment, magic knows.
My thoughts, my prayers, my devotion
Someday a return to the magic land
Til then, I'll hold her hand across an ocean
Til then, I'll feel her heartbeat in the sand.
repost 2/15/2009 written
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