When its time to relax…


From the port in my refrigerator door

The tiny particles of Ice shower my wrist

and the hairs tingle upright in their pores

And the cubes fall in with a tinkling sound

And fill the mason jar up and then mounds

To the top then  the frost laden surface gives way

To the brown spiced rum sprinkled over,

The liquor polishes and smooths the icy cold cubes

And waits in the bottom for the shower

bubbling forth from the ginger ale spout

whose bubbles and froths carry the spirits

about in this one pint container full of

refreshing delight

Till the nose hovers over

nostrils tickled with CO2 dew

And the lips gather the rim

and suction the brew over watering

tongue and the mouth rejoices anew.

And a hearty chuckle breaks through

As the mood rises oer the days strife!

I hope I know when enough is enough !

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Please,be Careful


Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children

But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.

When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.

Aint that Special


I know that I am special because there are hundreds of thousands of stars in the skies and a few of them are mine. Now do not get me wrong I did not “make” them and hang them in their respective spaces and I certainly did not purchase them in either a big box store or on the ‘net. They simply appeared to me on deep dark nights when the emotions of life overcame me and I called out for someone to hear. They appeared in the evening as the sun settled down as if to look in on me before I drifted off into slumber. They announced themselves by finding cracks and shined their light around the curtains of my mind and brought with them a sense of warmth and concern and peace. I know that I am special because somewhere along the line, I was gifted the ability to see them and recognize them for what they were! Mine, especially mine. Heartfelt thanks for all my Stars.

Happy holidays !


I really do not know if this is the proper season for this discussion but it is on my mind ; so before I forget about it, I open with [ “our baser sensibilities ” ] !

Humans will try to breath anything .  If you do not believe this, just try not to !

We will try to drink anything ! If one does not think so, one should look around in the bars, in the fields, in the homes, in our cars. I do not say this bodes well for the human race.

People have tried to eat every substance on Earth ! and probably a few things from beyond !  How else would we know what poisons our system?

EVERY body thinks about sex. Even when the chaste deny, when the bohemian acts, when the ignorant wonder, when the school children experiment, with or without shame; in the oceans, skies, caves,cars,houses hotels and barns, people think, wonder, dream, philosophise and talk about it. There is no escaping the world without having had some sort of thought, misgiving, aspiration or repulsion, reaction or proaction to sex! So that having been said, I am back off to bed and try to recover my dreams.  Good night !

from the tip of my tongue


yes my dear i can hear, yes i will for as long as i am this i can promise you for as long as life lives and lovers give this i can promise you

of course i can see why do you ask and of course i will for as long as i am asked and that i promise you

is that your hand, yes i thought so, feel alright  why yes you should know that i can promise you and it will last for as long as you ask, every one feels and that much i can promise you

the taste of honeydew and the love on your lips why should i not be able to savor the flavor of love from now until the ends of the earth, it is certain this i do promise you

the scent buried in my mind of honeysuckle and sunshine is embedded deep in side what is that you cant think that i could not yes the promise remains

follow yes do not tarry rather hurry the light is growing dim and your voice seems mute though the promise is given the smell of love and the sweet taste of us  why the bitter hurry now i promised you are you coming where are you  come on now i promised

 

threehundredandsixtyfivedaysandsomehours


I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something.  I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc.  Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.

One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?

Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?

Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .

BTW    I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!