Blessings to you MzEm and thank you so much. We all could use a little of this and a little of that.

Morning here was so cloudy & cold,
I woke this day wondering in your heart that dearly you hold?
I'm a little fearful what we’re doing might not be real,
I’ve been lonely every night since we started chatting about just how we feel.

This may echo bizarre to you coming from a man.
Please be patient with my psyche and gentle as you can.
Fabled love always begins a mystery unseen as well untold.
Never one to accept adoration that’s been stolen, forced, bought or sold.

Hapless and repentant have all too familiar a reoccurring role in life’s theater.
Although when it’s fresh we incandesce but flame out crashing down much like a meteor.
Is this ground always hallowed that we walk or is it only for the time being?
It’s unimaginable that you would consider me the one without ever physically seeing.

Hold on tight for the ride of a lifetime and just remember on this journey rarely do you get a lifeline.
Perfection is fantasy, a ghost we chase and run away from too.
I prefer to pray for what I can’t have so if it comes true I feel it’s from above the sunshine.
Very persistent infatuation can cause the impetuousness inside to brew.

Maybe there’s finally proof that I am descended from Mars, evidence of water was just found there.
We are so different but are commonalities can’t be denied and to do so would be unfair.
As hopes slave I can only be driven by the emotion that guides my hearts wheel.
I’ve been lonely every night since we started chatting about just how we feel.

Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 PM. He sat down next to a blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV.

The 10 PM news was coming on. The news crew was covering the story of a man on the ledge of a large building preparing to jump.


The blonde looked at Bob and said, "Do you think he'll jump?"

Bob said, "You know, I bet he'll jump.."

The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't."

Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, "You're on!"


Just as the blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death.

The blonde was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, "Fair's fair. Here's your money."


Bob replied, "I can't take your money. I saw this earlier on the 5 PM news, and so I knew he would jump."

The blonde replied, "I did too, but didn't think he'd do it again.."

Bob took the money...

Thank you MirrorMirror and you also Differentkindofwench and your right it is kinda haunting... Me!!!

We all know those cute little computer symbols called 'emoticons,' where:

:) means a smile and

:( is a frown.

Sometimes these are represented by

:-)

:-(

Well, how about some 'ASSICONS?'
Here goes:


(_!_) a regular ass


(__!__) a fat ass


(!) a tight ass


(_*_) an ass hole


{_!_} a swishy ass


(_o_) an ass that's been around


(_x_) kiss my ass


(_X_) leave my ass alone


(_zzz_) a tired ass


(_E=mc2_) a smart ass


(_$_) Money coming out of his ass


(_?_) Dumb Ass

Thank you 2KidsMom for sharing your time with me.
tanyaann you know just what to say to me, big huggs back as we embrace and lose track of time.
LAMom the way you feel my writing ooooh my. I wish I could here you recite some of your poetry.

So beautiful

Gentle reminder of our ability to love without boudary
hope freely and flourish instinctively!
Thank you so much for sharing

Thank you d4tc, Lilypetal and MzEm,
for making me smile this morning I am in your debt. Smiles are never guaranteed during the day and you all started my morning off the right way.

Yup!!!

I don't even no what to say other than it made me feel GOOD!!!

Hi Princess, thank you and everything you said is exactly what I feel but all at 1 time. Life is so confusing.

That's WAAAAYYYY COOOOOOlLLLL of you to say Gossipmpm.

Very appreciative of your extremely kind words Diamond4ever and I am thankful for the time taken to read this poem!

Take Care

Blessings MsTeddyBear2u and thank you so much. You have a wonderful weekend.

It was such a lovely sound she sang as the morning sun showered vivacity over our bodies.
Providing the warmth missed from twilight until this waking dawn.
Our lips met with summer’s passionate sweat.
We lay side by side knowing not the next move to spawn.

The breathe we take escapes our chests; we ponder if they’d be heard with their seductive tones?
I sense her destiny is with someone else, but it’s me that would never leave her to be alone.
Cheated 1 time too many out of what was supposed to be a sure victory.
She weaved a web of charm and beauty casting a spell wrapped in mystery.

This vacant feeling in my heart has me in search of an eternal tenant.
I placate the gods of love in hopes that her presence in my soul is infinite.
I can tame the feral side of my lustful wiles, though urges growing within won’t calm for very long.
It’s drowning my ardor the advances she denies me, without the signs my heart still beats so strong.

I canvas our time apart as the exposé of novel pain supplies the artful elegance with Broadway flair.
Not with any unique resolve juxtapose, we transferred positive energy unlike any 2 forces can compare.

Alone I’ve funneled listlessly through this existence with bogus grandiosity as my internal chaperone.
Only now is this reality haunting me that I may live the time I’ve left all on my own.

Place my charred remnants inside the bottle of barren hopes never sought for rescue.
My chakra in shock as well planned this plot she performed flawlessly was no miscue.

Just as dreams of the lonely bring streams of tears that quench Solitudes thirst.
It’s the best that I can recall ever being treated by a woman, but also the very worst.

The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'girls.' I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'

Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up
and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably
wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

(Even when totally smashed.... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12
cuckoos = MIDNIGHT !)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT '... he didn't seem pissed off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one!

Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'

When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed
three times, then said 'oh ****.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its
throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,
and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.

OH DAMN!!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOW THAT"S JUST F-ING HILARIOUS

Morning lovely!!!