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Monday, October 23, 2017

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"COME BACK BABY I WANT TO PLAY HOUSE WITH YOU?"

Part of a song,which is so apt these days/daze. Look this pblog is dead set plboring. Pour yourself a Bloody Mary then argue with her for it is probably "bloody Mary" who made you poor? We all have a cross to bear but if you guys/girls get cross with your partner then isn't a problem "shared" an enablement to rid oneself of the burden or weight thereof of the cross? If we all fall down then isn't it better to have half a cross on your shoulder than to bear the full weight of "cross examination." Ie: "You came in drunk last night with lipstick... Read More

A reading prompt once challenged me to:Write about how you choose to write about others in your blog. (Friends, family, etcSeriously, does every other writer logically plan out their articles, essays, short stories and books with their left brain? I simply cannot function like that. When an episode or opinion has popped into my brain, I did not consciously choose to write about that topic or person. It was an eureka moment, that surprised me. I wonder,

"Where did that thought or memory come from? I haven't thought about him for years!"

Suddenly a story springs to mind. I have... Read More

I woke with a sweat drenched pillow, the dreams that enthralled me were just out of reach but I could struggle and recall them if I didn't hesitant any longer and with that thought, I pulled back the sounds of voices, calling like the fine wind and string instruments of lyre and lute. The voices were right, wisdom echoed in their cadence as I found my ship drawn inextricably to their haunting direction. Have you ever smelled perfume? Not the cheap whorish variety that smelled like cotton candy but a subtle scent that lingered long after she left the room? That's how her voice seemed, a wafting... Read More

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HUMILITY? riginal.

J P Pickaword, the world's most travelled revered writer, handsome, famously articulate- world at his feet. Been dare done dat. Jumped/fell/pushed/loved - off glaciers. Fought hand-to-bland fights with the tactical 'tax evasion' Grunters. Experienced everything life had/had not-to offer. Drank heavily from the well of adrenalin encounters of a third...and fourth time. Voracious appetite for the mystic- of- self. Drank heavily after his divorce...after visiting his kids...upon losing friends.

The audience was small. No matter, less clatter.... Read More

“Not all those who wander are lost.” - J.R.R.Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Some things were better lost than found.” - Stephen King, The Dead Zone

Lost is good, it's when I find places that appear on the horizon of experience, places that are exciting, painful, and perhaps enlightening. Being lost and alone sounds terrible, but these are exciting lands. I pass by many and varied road signs that point the way out. Addiction, seems many took that one, I see their detritus strewn about and the bones of those who scarcely made the turn on that road before they... Read More

ONE MAIN REASON I DON'T 'SURF' THE NET.

Can't be bothered 'surfing' the turbulent argumentizm of 'nark/arc' filled waters."You dunno the fuck what yer talkin' bout...my dad winged an angel when he was out verbal shootin' n surfin' a protected species. She didn't even bless me dad...just flew off in a religious ether..." The narked off respondent tightens his her 'arc up' saddle and pounds the bejesus out of the blessed self- inoculated religious keys. Tortuous response. "It's people like you who give responsible 'angel implemention' a really bad name. Your dad should be ashamed, and... Read More

YOU KNOW YOU ARE OLD WHEN.

You're using a magnifying glass to read the computer screen on your lap lap; Your IT savvy daughter pushes your nose off the screen. Wipes the snot and sweat off it. Demostrates how the 'mouse thingy' your chin's resting on can be clicked on a little icon you thought was a bee's behind and lo and be old the screen printing gets really large!

So large you inflate it to the max and the bee's arse disappears and as you try to cajole it back down it ends up more minute than you started with...so you persist and the printing shoots to one side of the screen... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

Musings Of A Poet

ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?


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