You and I Passed by Me and You We all looked at each other. So familiar thee, said I to me, And you and you looked on in wonder. When we parted ways. Over the passing days, You and you there Me and I here Askew and slightly asunder. It was clear to see I… Read More Romantic Monday – That’s How it Goes
Oh it’s been a month of Mondays, or more I am not sure, since I have participated in Romantic Monday and I miss it and decided I would like to contribute today. I went to get the logo for the week over at Edward Hotspur’s,( he who inspired Romantic Monday and coordinates and has… Read More Romantic Monday – Lights Out Version
A Long Trip Alone that was our song and we decided to make it together We forged out a life planned to be man & wife but you left me alone forever Pillow talk of being old the memories we’d make gold we lived and loved with fervor The horizon was where we’d… Read More Romantic Monday Horizon View; The Long Trip
the weight of want like chains upon my heart I long to break to leave behind not be twisted up at the mercy of a thought ruined by neglect in need of wanting and wanting to feel the touch of your hand feel your being with my own not defining me encircling us what is… Read More Romantic Monday with Passion; Love Released
Bubbsy Bansnoodle Won’t Eat His Broccoli, Unless It’s Properly Dressed. Bubbsy Banznoodle is sitting at the table He is looking positively forlorn He won’t smile or giggle, says he’s not able His Mother is puzzled and worn Bubbsy Banznoodle you haven’t eaten your broccoli I don’t want it Bubbsy confessed But why? asked his mother, Bubbsy… Read More Romantic Monday Platonic Style; A Boy and His Broccoli
I wrote this poem last year but it is one of my very favorite things I have ever written and what better place to show it again ? Romantic M’Day is for love right? Head over to Edward Hotspur’s to see all that is romantic and mushy and sweet this week and every week on this… Read More Romantic MDay – love is this and that
the drawing Here with my thoughts as they fly to my pen I look down and see not words but a man on the page coming alive strong and virile looks as if he is you With each stroke of my pen I am taken again to the night you first had me or maybe… Read More Romantic MDay – The Drawing
Running Naked With Scissors 