How many roads does a man travel BEFORE he can call himself a man ~ every one suffers but at the end of the day all you have and are in the final scenerio is how you handle advsersity

How many roads does a man travel to call himself a man ?

Thoughts of yesterday day this song above by these younger days in AUSTRALIA NOT VERY FAR FROM MY HOME resounded in my memory of of a time I knew a wonderful young man just starting to find his way. 

Why today


I heard something from that time of sadness in all our lives to remind us just how blessed we are to have savoured life at all.

Dess never had that privilege of growing up, having children to carry on the family name of goddess

One very ordinary SATURDAY NIGHT he sat in a corner strumming his guitar singing soft fully this song written long before the release by these young guys these Aussie BEE GEES living in Queensland.

As a tear runs down my face I still hear his voice without a care in the world

That night he never reached home he fell asleep behind the wheel of his car

Harry ( my brother ) and I survived because he insisted we must be taken home and yet he still needed to travel one hundred miles to his MUM AND DAD to milk the cows.

As the sun rose that fateful morning the Police arrived at our home with the news no one ever needs to be told Desi was killed he fell asleep behind the wheel of his brand new prized possession, his sports car, a present from his family for Christmas.

We never forgot that day of death reared itโ€™s ugly head , today I still feel a pain of of guilt terrible dark moments of dread about Christmas Day , โ€œget over it said outsiders โ€œ

Desi didnโ€™t ever have the opportunity of life. Breaks my heart, always will, but Iโ€™m not important in this true story

His Mum and DAD lived in hell, โ€œ no parent should ever burry their childโ€

Until you do burry a CHILD you never know what that price you shall live with.

Years later I know how DESIโ€™s MUM AND DAD felt like, shortly after they too passed away โ€œbrokenโ€

Cause I do I buried my son too many years later

As I listen to these fine young men up above, only one remains alive today in AMERICA ~ there were 4 boys grown up here in AUSTRALIA ~ Bee Gees our favourite Sons

Thank you sharing my moments with me today , kindness and gratitude to all, peace โ˜ฎ๏ธ always


Texas Cowboy ~ woman are my destiny

โ€œWHAT IS LOVE!โ€ a poem a.k.a.: โ€œWhen Forcing Love is Love Too And Loving To Destroy Love is Love Too And Any Love Is Good Love – And Can Destroy The World And Send Us Where Love Is Very Rarely Seen!โ€ 29 Nov 2018 (Thursday: Karaoke Night at Ole Crystal Bar, Alpine, Texas!)

LOVE? is caring SO MUCH – for her happiness,

And knowing that – without-sweet-balance – things can be-a-mess!

Without Fresh Air- and Sun-and-Water,

Our bodies donโ€™t function – as they ought-er;

Without some exercise – and a little food to eat,

Regularly! We, Iโ€™m-sure – can not greet,

A beautiful day! After weโ€™ve a peaceful, pleasant rest!

Love is – giving the other – always – yes, your best,

But realizing! IF your lover always wants – even more,

That โ€œover-lovingโ€ is-oftโ€™ to be a chore!

LOVE IS BEING FOCUSED (but not obsessed) with the object of your desire;

LOVE – is HELPING! Which-means: to โ€œfaithfullyโ€ inspire,

Your-lover – to-get-their-โ€œneedsโ€-fulfilled, like-the-water-food-and-air,

Knowing these things – might require – that you-can”t ALWAYS be-โ€œthere,โ€

ALL THE TIME – so LOVE is (sometimes) about, giving your lover space,

And NOT-being-upset – IF you can not always see the face,

Of YOUR LOVER – as much as you think you do require,

Because: over-forcing love – time-wise – can cause-even-TRUE-LOVE-to tire,


And SOFT – and โ€œloving,โ€ truly-and-truly, โ€œNo, I donโ€™t mind,

If we CANโ€™T be more and more intense,

For – I know – that the end of forcing love – well, it makes no sense!โ€

So! Easy-does-it! PLEASE! Read these lines – slow – and clear,

And JUST KNOW – I-LOVE-YOU-I-LOVE-YOU-I-LOVE-YOU, 100 (thousand) times,

My Dear!

fin <3

LOVE – CAN BE – a VICE!* At first? The pressure slight,

Then, tighter-and-tighter – โ€˜til we BREAK – because The Might,

Of an-unyielding-vice – can become SO intense!

True Loveโ€™s much more gentle – A VICE IT-AINโ€™T, for-whence,

Does True Love really come from? FROM FREEDOM & FROM EASE,

Of Heart & mind & soul & spirit – and Thank-you and Yes, please!

True Love, itโ€™s got no pressure – is like a flowing creek;

Itโ€™s clear and bubbly – happy and moderate – makes you laugh-and-take-a-peek,

At everything – through Eyes Of Love-to-inspire-you-to-pretend,

* – multiple meanings here!


“SOOK!”* a poem a.k.a.: “An Evening Out!!” 1 June 2019 (Saturday)

I’d-RATHER – complain-a-lot-about-what-I’m-doing, rather-than-just-stop-doing-it!

AND (long pause) I-want YOU to-listen to ev-er-y bit,

Because – (another long pause) I don’t know why! I JUST WANNA!

Leave me alone! Stop trying to stop me! I’m NOT done(a),

With WHAT I’M DOING – (pause) I HATE THIS, don’t-you-know!

I hate this! I hate IT – Let me GO,

On – and on – and on – and on about what I HATE to do!

Don’t stop me! I’M WORKING!! Who-do-you-think-you-are? WHO,

Are-you to suggest that I-depart – from The Chosen Life Path?

When I’m through, I’ll take a bath!

I’m doing THIS – for YOU!

Therefore, Y O U!!! are making me miserable! [Don’t-you-wanna-take-me-to-dinner?]

WHAT? (a long pause again) You don’t have any money? Well, get out there and work, Lazy!

What’s wrong with you? Don’t you wanna get me STUFF? like DINNER? & a movie?

But, Honey! My stomach’s upset!


fin <3

  • – an Australian term meaning that you are pouting, whining or crying!
  • – an American term meaning that you are a very spoilt brat by your Father
  • – world wide by men โ€œ I want everything or elseโ€
  • – an American slang for do it my way or else

* or better still a term used โ€œ donโ€™t give a rats ass, or your asset – simply stick the feather duster up your backside ~ and if it doesnโ€™t fit, shove it done your neck – PROFESSOR DAVIS. ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿš€ rockets ๐Ÿงจ crackers should work tooo

Prayers at the Days Beginning ~

Prayers at the Days Beginning

Lord, one more day to love you!
O Jesus, watch over me always, especially today, or I shall betray you like Judas.
Lord, today is the day I begin!
Jesus, shine through me and be so in me that every person I come in contact with may feel your presence in my soul.
My God, send me thy Holy Spirit to teach me what I am and what thou art!
May the Passion of Christ be ever in our heart.
And to be more with Him, more with Him, not merely with oneself.

Father, my heart is heavy. I feel like I have to carry the burden alone. Words like “overwhelmed,” “distraught,” “exhausted” seem to describe where I am. I am not sure how to let you carry my heavy load, so please show me how. Take it from me. Let me rest and be refreshed so that my heart won’t be so heavy in the morning. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Dear Lord, help me remember what a difference it makes when I make time with You a priority in my morning. Awaken me in body and spirit each day with a desire to meet with You and to hear You speak words of affirmation, assurance and wisdom over my heart as I prepare to go into my day. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

being a dreamer i got it made ~ women

THE JOB!” a poem January 25, 2019 (Friday)

I do a lotta NON-WORK, but I sorta got it made;
I may not make much* money, ’cause I really don’t get paid!!
But I still dress in a suit, and – I don’t pay too much taxes,**
Although I live in TeXaS, my libido often waxes,
When-I-think-of-how-much-I’m-NOT-paying- for-Mr.-Trump’s-Border-Fence,
For I don’t think that THE FENCE (or Trump) – makes a lotta sense,
But I’m content; yes, I am! to just do-a-little NON-Work,
Which-is-more-than-most-people-I-know-do, who-sometimes-will-get-hurt,
At their job(s) – or just-worrying, about-not-having-“enough”-money!

The Illuminati,
The “Justice” System,
The Medical System,

So, I just do my NON-WORK, and I don’t much like the phone,
Or-the-Internet, but-I-still -sometimes-“throw-the-dog-a-bone!
And-I-feed the birds – some bread – and-the-feral-cat some grub,
And-I-say-“Hello”-to-all-my-friends, who say: “There goes that ‘bub,’
Who paints and sings and likes-to-hug-each-girl!”
And, in Heaven, on-my-tits-someday – I-might-just-twirl,
PASTIES!? ALL COLORS! for-“an-afternoon-show,”
With Jesus & The Buddha & some-other-NON-WORKERS you know!” ๐Ÿ™‚ -Yippee!

fin <3


Artists work creating beautiful womenโ€™s bodiesย 

congratulations honeyย 

enjoy these fine pleasures for all menโ€™s equisetum ย delightsย 



* – OR any!

** – Teaxes? Yeah! I got an uncle that lives in TeaXeS! Alpine! Teaxeas


Editor: And play with Women Free : enquires to ย riddlewinks345@ ย ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚

Time to get yourself a feather Duster. Imagination need here ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Just when you hurt me

I donโ€™t exist

You spent my food money on beer ๐Ÿบ

To stuff it down your neck

That money was my treat money

Get a feather duster and do what I saw last night

Mummy will get you ๐Ÿฅบ

About my Husband ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜€ letter to my Husband about๐Ÿ…๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ


Over the years my HUSBAND was travelling ๐Ÿงณ around the world.

For months at a end. It was just a way of lifestyle some folks live

I had a busy busy world of my own, so thatโ€™s life

One day, on those rare occasions he just happened to arrive back and we were in a restaurant quietly enjoying the music and food [ no conversation]

Suddenly this guy sat looking at my Husband and said ๐Ÿค” Mate arenโ€™t you afraid to leave her behind for months alone, any man could take her off you. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Wake up call for me. This dude was serious oh my goodness gracious me, I had never thought about it either ๐Ÿค” always loyalty is my thing.

โ€œ yep probably, but I know this for sure after one week he would bring her back and chuck her on the front lawn and try to make a run for it before I grabbed him and shouted in his face, not that easy๐Ÿ˜ mate if you want to give her back this is what you need to do, you pay all my mortgages OUT and I will take her back to work for me, cause she is the greatest asset earning person on earth. ๐Ÿฅบ thatโ€™s not all a SURGEON once said the only operations she needs to have is to have her tongue cut off. Oh my goodness gracious me, yes he said all this to that dude while I smiled sweetly ( adding to the guys face now coloured like a red tomatoe ๐Ÿ… on heat )

Anyway as the story goes, my HUSBAND smiled that no all smirk he has and replied causally, no man could put up with a wild whirlwind like her sheโ€™s not a female sheโ€™s a bloody great investment opportunity. โ˜บ๏ธ

Yes this is a true story written by me โ€œTea Lady โ€œ

Why did I write this story today? I suddenly realised looking down at my Husband ( sound asleep ๐Ÿ’ค again) what I do to him, I over talk ๐Ÿฅบ knocked out again as usual, no wonder no one wants me ๐Ÿ˜)

For sale One Wife

good earning capacity


Cost nothing to run

Comes kitted out with great body and brain

No time wasters

Be prepared for the long haul

Anyway I donโ€™t care ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ

Thinking seriously of taking me off the market unless your price is able to pay the highest price of your life. ยฉ

Me at the weekend, Cute as hell ๐Ÿคช

Thoughts for the Day ๐Ÿ˜‚


Bookseller conducting a market survey asked a woman, “Which book has 
helped you most in your life?” 
The woman replied, “My husband’s check book!!” 

A prospective husband in a book store “Do you have a book called 
‘Husband – the Master of the House?'” 
Sales Girl: “Sir, fiction and comics are on the 1st floor!” 
Someone asked an old man: “Even after 70 years, you still call your 
wife – darling, honey, luv. What’s the secret?” 
Old Man: “I forgot her name and I’m scared to ask her.” 

Pharmacist to customer: “Sir, please understand, to buy an 
anti-depression pill you need a proper prescription …. 
Simply showing marriage certificate and wife’s picture is not enough ! 

A man was granted two wishes by God. He asked for the best drink 
& the best woman ever. Next moment he got mineral water & Mother Teresa. 

There are 3 kinds of men in this world. Some remain single and make 
wonders happen. Some have girlfriends and see wonders happen. 
Rest get married and wonder what happened!  

Wives are magicians. They can change anything into an argument. 
Why do women live a Better, Longer & Peaceful Life, compared to men? 
A very INTELLIGENT student replied: “Because Women don’t have a wife!” 

COOL MESSAGE BY A WIFE: Dear Mother-in-law, Don’t teach me how to 
handle my children. I am living with one of yours and he needs a lot 
of improvement!? 

When a married man says, I WILL THINK ABOUT IT – what he really 
means is that he doesn’t know his wife’s opinion yet. 

A lady says to her doctor: “My husband has a habit of talking in his 
sleep! What should I give him to cure it?” 
The Doctor replies: “Give him an opportunity to speak when he’s awake!”


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A London Solicitor parked his brand new Porsche in front of the office to show it off to his colleagues.

As he was getting out of the car, a truck came speeding along too close to the kerb and took off the door before zooming off.

More than a little distraught, the Solicitor grabbed his mobile and called the police.

Five minutes later the police arrive.. Before the policeman had a chance to ask any questions, the man started screaming hysterically: 

“My Porsche, my beautiful blue Porsche is ruined. No matter how long it’s at the panel beaters, it’ll simply never be the same again!”  

After the man finally finished his rant, the policeman shook his head in disgust.

“I can’t believe how materialistic you bloody Solicitors are.” he said. 

“You lot are so focused on your possessions that you don’t notice anything else in your life.”

“How can you say such a thing at a time like this?” sobbed the Porsche owner.

The policeman replied: “Didn’t you realise that your arm was torn off when the truck hit you?”

The Solicitor looked down in horror.

“F***** hell !” he screamed. “Where’s my Rolex ????”  

In a Convent in Ireland ~

In a convent in Ireland, the 99-year-old Mother Superior lay
quietly. She was dying. The Nuns had gathered around her bed, laying
garlands around her and trying to make her last journey comfortable.
They wanted to give her warm milk to drink but she declined. One of
the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen.*

*Then, remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been received
as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a
generous amount into the warm milk.*

*Back at Mother Superior’s bed, they lifted her head gently and held
the glass to her lips. The very frail Nun drank a little, then a
little more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole
glass down to the last drop.*

*As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good
opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual leader.
โ€œMother,” the nuns asked earnestly, “Please give us some of your
wisdom before you leave us.” *

*She raised herself up very slowly in the bed on one elbow, looked
at them and said, DONโ€™T SELL THAT COW…โ€*

My Woman ~

“YOU ARE MINE! ” a poem, a.k.a.: “The Land of The Supreme Goddess!” for: Friday, May 17, 2019

Yes, SHE’s more than a girl; more than my gal!

She is MY HONEY! She is my pal!

“Please pass the sugar, although-your-honey’s-so-sweet;

You know – there is nothing – I-really-want-to-eat!

I-KNOW-you-can-do ANYTHING, with-a-wink-of-your-eye!

You-know-you’re-my-very-own-super-hero; your voice makes me cry!”

She’s “cheeky” and sneaky – and I love her so!

She’s-a s-x-al-goddess! This-I-do-know,

‘Cause she-turns-me-WAY-on, “in-the-twinkling of-an-eye!”

I’m-so-crazy-for-her; I can’t help but “die,”

Every-time-I-see-her! [for, she-takes-my-breath-away!]

And, then-I’m-asphyxiated! but, that-is-OK!

For we’re both immortal, so-we-go-to-another-world!

To-“The-Place-of-The-Mimzy,” where-we-gyrate-and-are-twirled!


Phoney Land

“PHONE[Y] LAND!” a poem a.k.a.: “Don’t Let ‘Em Put You In A Box!” 30 May 2019 (Thursday)

Why-do-you-think-they-call-a-phone-“a phone,” derived-from-the-same-word-as
P H O N Y ?!
‘Cause-it’s-not-real! com-munication! It’s-so-fake, just-“a-bunch-o’-bloody-baloney,”
‘Cause-you ain’t around the one you’ve found, on-the-phone whom you should be- with!
The device was developed MILLENIA-AGO In-vented by-a “SITH,”*

‘Twas-invented-by-a-Lord, who-could-well-afford to-visit-in-laws-and-“acquaints,”
But (s)he was lazy, with-temper’ment-“hazy,” and-had-to “bind” many-saints,
Who did object, in a profound way – to such a hideous device!
A Sith Lord named COMMO, who lounged in pajam[o], was heading all this vice!

(S)he hyp-notized this world, with phones and radios and, of course, The King! TV,
And computer gizmos (to dull the mind)! It-was-done pro-gres-sive-ly!
The strategy was simple (and well conceived) get-us-away from: The Gift of Touch,
For everyone knows you need (at least) 12 hugs/day – or life ain’t very much!

Without these “contacts,” you-can’t-really-survive in any-kind-of reasonable fashion!
We’re crazy, it’s true, but-now-such-phone-use has-taken-away-real-passion,
Like: when you touch them savory “g-spots,” which-make sensitive-folk say: “GEE!”
And now people-are ever so-much-more depressed and cray-hay-hay – hay – – – zy!

I-usually-“run-around:” Trying-to-help, and-crying: “Come-on! Snap-out-of-it!”
I’ll-sometimes-grab-Lucy, either by her caboose-y or-by her j – – – y t – t,
Yelling: “Milk! Sweet Milk! Lucy! Wake up!” and-the-poor-dear won’t even notice!!

We’re-so ALL-in-THE-BOX, we-can’t-even-smell-our-socks,** and-JUST-wonder

fin <3

* – An ancient, extraterrestrial group of supernatural monks, who strive for universal domination! I have been diligently repulsing their advances for, almost, forever, having saved this small “solar system” numerous times and never really being properly compensated for my efforts. Your tax-free donations and contributions can be sent to my D. P. O. address: 777 Llama Square, #69, Baglung, 33300 D. P. O. Nepal. Namaste!
** – or The Roses!