Wow, powerful, very personal, broken, always on guard, always a man, first and foremost... cleverly crafted hidden behind witty phrases. Well done!

Changed the graphics so you should be able to read it now.

solodove, sounds like you are in agreement with me. Awesome!

I want to believe there are still some great people out there, I've never been known to be a quitter, so I would like to see this community become a great place to spend time, where people can get creative.

Online dating, meeting someone great won't happen until we overcome the creeps and scammers. Not that I really believe that will happen but I'm going to enjoy myself trying.

I do believe this is a bit over done, oversized, I will have to work on that. I love being creative, sharing, and perhaps inspiring others to do like wise. I enjoy reading the post in this Poem & Creative Writing Community.

I personally appreciate administration and the moderators for staying on top of the trolling and sarcasm. Makes the time I spend here more pleasant. Thank You!

When I read this,
I thought, you were talking about losing your MIND,
forgetting, forgetting where you put your keys,
not remembering the small stuff!

Have you ever heard folks say,
"He must have lost his marbles (mind)?"

Thank you... Glad to see you join in.

This one you may have to explain, scratching my head, I humbly enquire?

Once upon a time, there was this broken down old horseman, not a cowboy, there is a difference; a cowboy is someone who works with cows, a horseman is someone who works at training horses, usually strutting proudly, thinking himself to be one fine fellow. There came the day when this old broken down old horseman realized he was going to have to change his ways, he needed to settle down, find someplace to rest his weary bones. He was going to have to find a place to lay his head, a bed to put his boots under; there surely must be some young filly who would find him poetically charming, well if nothing else, some old nag who might be dazzled by his wits and charm. All he was looking for, or needed was somewhere to live out his final days, on his limited income, surely his wit and charm would be all he needed.

He was looking for a woman who had her own income and had a home he could move into, since he never felt it necessary to own a place himself, she would need to have a vehicle, transportation of some sort, since all he had was a broken down old pickup that was usually in need of repairs. He was looking for a good woman, someone who could cook, bake, do dishes, keep a clean house, do the laundry, make the beds, do the shopping and keep up the lawn.

Now, you might wonder what he planned to do with himself since all his needs were taken care of; it seems he thought he was entitled to spend his days sitting under her shade tree resting his weary bones, smoking his pipe, watching the neighbors pass by. Such irony, such irony...!

Remember to smile, you never know who may need a little kindness, a little love. It doesn't have to be a bag of donuts.

And, be kind to yourself, keep writing!

At this point in our life we have to exercise those brain muscles. They say use it or lose it! Be well there on the Shamrock Island.

Thank you Tommo, that I take as a compliment coming from you.

The more I pondered and thought about wanting to feel alive, wanting to be alive, it had nothing to do with loving someone or someone loving me. It is about having a passion, a passion for life, it is about having a dream and living that dream.

Love is what poets, songwriters, and writers write about. They write about happy endings, or sad endings, heartaches, where no one seems to get it right. Then there is lust, which some would like to call love, what a folly!

Song of Death, spiritual energy! Now that is sad! Makes me want to

Thank you one and all;

I would like to write now that I have the time but really struggle with what to write. But I'm not letting that discourage me, I start composing my thoughts before I even open my eyes of a morning, then I sit down at the computer for three or four hours trying to be creative.

Tommy, your poetry is creative and inspirational, but it was the dream "She had Brown Hair" that really got my creative juices aroused.

Real people, and how they struggle to get through the day; now that I can relate to!

I ponder, I wonder, if it can be more than a dream, everyone seems to be looking but not finding the love they desire.