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Which came first?

The chicken or the egg? Dance or music? Poetry or song?  *Ballet with no music can be ridiculous. ~ Which came first? The tear or duck tape? The rubber or the road? The flat tire or the fix-a-flat? Eggs without bacon can be ridiculous. ~ Which came first? Honey or the bee? The moon orContinue reading “Which came first?”

I Serenade my Sweet

I serenade my sweet. O, how I love thee. Thy scent, divine. The mere thought of you, heaven. ~ Oh, my sweet. Numbers are useless. Words powerless. Expression meaningless. ~ My sweet. My desire. My knees buckle at the thought. My mind looses all direction. ~ Oh, my sweet. I number the days. An eternityContinue reading “I Serenade my Sweet”

Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.

I just finished listening to the book and it upset me greatly. Before I start, allow me to say that yes, this book was written in a different time. But gee. So here’s the low down. The local preacher tells Tess’s dad that they are descended from a wealthy line of people. Tess’s branch hasContinue reading “Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.”

An empty love tank

I have discovered, I’m running on fumes. An empty love tank? It’s not all about gloom and dooms. So with myself, I need to be frank. ~ What would fill my empty tank? What traits do I seek from a romance? There are things I’ve learnt from past relationships I can take to the bank.Continue reading “An empty love tank”

Fairy Tale Ending

Sue and David were high school sweethearts. They would never part. Lovers till the end. A love time would not bend. Sue stayed in-state to go to college. David went away to seek his knowledge. They vowed to be true. Parting made them both blue. Sue studied hard. Focused and true. David; lonely, wondered tryingContinue reading “Fairy Tale Ending”

Broken Hearted

Have you ever had a heart broken? That pain is ours to process individually. Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then gave back. My baptism was fresh. My zeal for God was on fire. I weaponized the Bible. It became saturated with blood and sweat. My feebleContinue reading “Broken Hearted”