Well ya do have to start somewhere................

Reeling senses
Creating broken fences
No longer
are we apart.

Lustful limerick
Depicting lewd and lascivious
Behaviors
best kept in the dark.

In conventions face, I laugh.
A slap to the braying ***
Of society’s
shoulds and should nots.

Sipped through mint juleps’ straws
meaty air for their jaws,
The gossips demands,
I supply.

Within moans of delight
All day and all night,
In shock,
their eyebrows will rise.

What a pity their quips
Bring tingles to their lips
Rather than those
between their own thighs.

Just for Today

Just for today,
I’m going to let go.
Not worry about anything
Beyond my control.

Just for today,
I’m going to smile and applaud
The me that I am
With no sense of fraud.

Just for today,
I’ll embrace self contentment.
Who knows, just maybe
I’ll deeply ingrain that wonderful sentiment.

Then life’s tomorrows
Will fall willingly in line
Proving to me
Life can be ---- sublime!

Needing no more
Than this moment in time.

Lovely write and you have mail Oh and good mornin' by the way!

Nicely done! The maiden, the mother, and the crone - different labels, but the same journey. Males have access to the path - just depends on necessity whether or not they step onto it.

What IS It All About?

You’ve heard the phrase,
“What’s that about?”.

The "Hatfields and McCoys".
Life’s sorrows and joy’s.
Losing or winning.
Raw wool or yarn
Determined by the mere act of spinning.

Cut through all the processes
Of getting from point A to B,
What is the point
Of life’s elations or catastrophes?

A door opens or closes.
Is it all about that door?
No, it’s all about
whatever enters or exits
Through that doorway
And the affect/effect(s) it will have on

YOU!

Hey you (big ol honkin hug here).

Breathe in,
your beautiful.
Breathe out,
your wonderful.
Breathe in,
life: simple or complex but worth every second.
Breathe out,
laughter, it is the best medicine (Reader's Digest is NOT wrong).


Breathe.

Hmmmm, makes me wonder what you think you should accomplish.

Change your focus, the gift was the ARTICLES,

Wel---come Ho-O-me!!!

I'd say more freakazoid rather than a cube! OMG, you didn't mean a shape, did ya?

Thanks, y'all........

On the phone, hmmm,
you're like a movie
cowboy of the old west.

In writing, ohhh yeah
all the women know,
Cyrano De Bergerac,
when you hit that romantic flow.

In person,
what you see is
what you get -
a lanky cowboy in a stetson hat.

Yup, just like a good cigar:
You're three leaves all rolled into one.
Mmmmm, the flavor.
The calming smell of smoke rolling skyward
as though a devout and earnest prayer.

Just like that cigar,
layer upon layer
not wrapped too loose or too tight.
The tobacco and wrappings,
mmmm, just right.

Agreed, applause, well done!

I can't imitate the sound that (your turn go a'head dial to your next move baby)spinny thing made but if I could, yup, I'd type it for ya 'cause 'chu got it!

Nice, perhaps the "rules" depend on the players. New players, new set of rules the meaning of old rules with other players no longer apply.

Yes, but please tell me the oven works properly





COOK---ies..........................

Games Have Rules!

Rules?
There are rules????
Please, give me the box this game came in so I can find the flippin rules!

Every game has rules,
A way to play.
What you can do.
What you cannot do.
Where the heck are the rules to this game?

WHAT, you threw the box away?

I HAVE to WING-IT????

My little pink (ugh, disgusting color)
Stick person is in it’s blue car.
I’ve changed passengers
And thrown out two different blue stick people
At different times during this road trip and I still haven’t
Made it to Millionaire Acres or the flippin Poor Farm
And now you’ve hidden the round spinny thing
And it’s my turn!

Huh, there’s only one rule?
I have to figure out what it is?
Two roads can be taken,
Avenue of Doubt - it dead ends into stagnation swamp
Or
"RISK"it Lane with A-maze-mint-of-possibilities!

Ahhh, tomb, see those ice cubes are regrets and let them water down the whiskey burn leading you to a hangover of sweet memories with no regrets submerged or floating on top.

Lovely to read you

Oh and P.S. Words may change with those providing the harmony, yet the beat goes on continuing the song.

Wa-OW, "Don't cry for me Argentina", that one phrase keeps playing over and over in my mind after reading this. Oh and thank you for introducing me to a new word, recidivism.