“I Would Rather,” a poem . . .
Rather, I would live than write a single poem. To take a walk or touch a cheek or glide a comb, Through hair that is not dry, but lustrous be. I would rather not be sad, but find my life happy.
A poem is nice, but I’m inside, And I would rather run or glide, Through wind with sun embracing all my ways, For I am sad and lonely these days.
I have the will a poem to write, But I am scared to run outside and fly a kite, Too weak of will and body to engage, In acts of life, stuck on this page.
If I could do both, sure I would, To write and live if only angels could, Help me regain my happy will and hope. With poetry alone, companions mope.
He Loves Me; He Loves Me Not
“When you love someone, you protect them from pain. You don’t become the cause of it.” You were right to want the person you loved to care for you, and protect you from harm. That is the very essence of love. You trust them because you think they are trustworthy. You think they are safe. […]
Cpt. Jack Sparrow 🌟🌟
On their wedding night, the young bride approached her new husband and asked for $20.00 for their first lovemaking encounter. In his highly aroused state, her husband readily agreed. This scenario was repeated each time they made love for more than 40 years, with him thinking that it was a cute way for her to afford new clothes and […]
Sorry America
With all the atrociousness and craziness going in in the world right now, it can be tough to remain positive and calm. First with the Coronavirus, while many of us stay in lockdown to the riots and demonstrations protesting the death of George Floyd and all the other acts of violence perpetrated against humanity, how […]
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